[log] Oshitari, Kamio, Shishido

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Date: [backdated] 12.23.05, after this log.
Rating: G
Summary: Kamio walks in on Oshitari and Saeki, then Shishido walks in on Kamio and Oshitari. More or less.



He'd parted ways with Shishido at the top of the stairs, more interested in getting back to his room and checking in on his sleep-deaden boyfriend than where the winged mutant was going to stash the few last minute things they had bought. The hallways were a maze, though strangely empty and quiet. Every so often, he passed a door with a small pile of gifts setting right outside -- sugary sweets that the bulk of his classmates had taken to leaving over the past couple of days. These, he dodged deftly; at least if he knew they were there, he wouldn't fall.

Pausing in front of his own room, he didn't bother digging for the key. They'd been leaving it unlocked more and more, and without problems. The Brotherhood was a lot of things, but a den of thieves wasn't one of them.

Thus, the redhead thought little of swinging the door open even as he started to toe and kick off his old tennis shoes. Focused on unloading his iPod -- the new, larger one from his boyfriend, as he planned to keep the smaller, more discrete Nano for missions -- his gaze didn't register the bed until he came to a full stop. The sight was...well, amusing for lack of a better word. His silver-haired boyfriend was dead asleep on his stomach, his tail swishing lazily, and his face...nuzzled against the leg of a certain blue-haired mutant.

Who should be at his parents.

...the hell?

Oshitari didn't register his entrance right away. He was off in his head, lost in conflicting thoughts as he continued to stroke the soft hair of the mutant sleeping on his leg.

After a moment, he detected another presence in the room and lifted his head from where it had been bent down, watching Saeki sleep. The long blue bangs that had been shielding his face fell back, and he raised an eyebrow at Kamio. "Ah...there you are. I...didn't want to move him" came his quiet explanation, pitching his voice to just above a whisper, his hand ceasing stroking but stayed settled down in the silvery hair.

Kamio tilted his head to one side, standing still for a moment longer to take in the sight of his boyfriend nuzzled on his friend's lap. Anyone else, he might have gotten a bit miffed at the audacity of them being in his room to begin with. Saeki had been asleep when he'd left -- his head on a pillow even and body turned the other way on the bed; the redhead doubted that the feline mutant would have woken up for just anyone's sake.

"'s okay, Tari," Kamio answered, pulling off his jacket. His voice was lower than usual, but not dropped down to near the whisper that the blue-haired mutant had chosen. "You can move him. He'll sleep through it more than likely." The redhead paused to sigh softly and shake his head, his brow furrowing slightly. Regardless of all of Saeki's reassurances that he was fine and it was probably just his power adjusting again, the redhead disliked this slumber.

Despite Kamio's assurance, Oshitari was still loathe to move. He'd shifted once in the last hour, just the barest stretch of his muscles really, and had fallen still again when Saeki's tail swished in response, the transmorph nuzzling more into his leg.

And...for some reason, he truly didn't mind it. Though he would have preferred an awake, talking Saeki to the soft, even breathing barely breaking the silence of the room, he'd actually enjoyed being a pseudo-pillow, slightly fascinated with running his fingers over and through the two toned locks.

Changing the subject, unaware that his fingers were once again moving over Saeki's hair, he asked, "Hello to you too, Kamio-kun. Shouldn't the drugs have worked through his system by now? I have never heard of sedatives lasting quite this long...perhaps they are somehow affecting him aversely due to his DNA makeup..."

Or Saeki had been inoculated with something else. He suppressed a little shudder, thinking about what he had read in his father's office, and kept his eyes focused on Kamio.

Kamio smirked as the sensory illusionist started moving his fingers through silver and black strands. Yes, he would admit it -- there was something about his boyfriend that was pettable, even more so when the feline mutant had decided that you were his current pillow for his naps. He'd been trapped under the other teen more than enough times to know.

That didn’t mean it was always comfortable. Or practical, and as amusing as watching the blue-haired mutant treat his boyfriend like the over-sized lap cat he could be, the redhead figured that Oshitari probably had other things he could be doing.

"Yeah, yeah. Hi," he greeted simply, tone rising to something closer to normal. Though it lacked the normal, tight edge that the redhead usually had to his voice. He was…relaxed, for wont of a better word. An evening with Shishido, dinner at a decent restaurant coupled with some pick pocketing and stopping in at electronics store to look around had lead the redhead to an impulsive buy. One that the winged mutant he'd been with would hopefully stash away where his boyfriend wouldn't sniff it out.

He draped the jacket over the desk chair, cutting across the room to his own laptop to unpause iTunes. The music that drifted from the speakers wasn't harsh or blaring, though it wasn't commonplace either. He'd found it at random, and he rather liked it.

However, casting a glance back at the two teens on his bed, Kamio gave a heavy sigh. "Don't know," he confessed. If it had been him, then yes, they would have been long gone. "He says his fine, and it's probably just his powers adjusting again." Flicking fingers through his bangs, the redhead frowned. "Tigers are supposed to sleep eighteen hours or something," he sighed.

"Mm. True." It didn't stop him from wondering though, even worrying just the slightest bit. With a slightly interested look towards the music-playing laptop, Oshitari shifted his gaze back to the redheaded mutant, his eyes sharp but tired behind the glasses. If he was only in a better position, he'd simply lie down, but the only spot was on top of Saeki.

Let sleeping tigers lie, as the saying went. He preferred not to meet the business end of those claws if he startled the transmorph at all.

"And how have you been, Kamio-kun?" he asked, his head cocked almost quizzically. He'd spent too much time wondering why he had been so impulsive to give the younger mutant that hug before he left. He'd explained it away by arguing that Kamio had probably needed the contact, what with his mood that day and the nature of his thoughts at the time.

Nowhere in that argument did he call attention to the fact that he had more likely needed it too.

"Been good...better," the redhead amended, cheeks flushing slightly as he recalled the state he'd been in when the other teen had last seen him. Well, it wasn't like he ever claimed to not be moody -- and truthfully, he figured he had good reasons to be. Worrying over his sleeping boyfriend, the constant chatter about visiting family, and knowing the majority of the people that he could talk to would be gone had only added to the cooped up feeling that had been grating his nerves since Saeki's arrest -- and their subsequent misadventure.

Not to mention dwelling on the small, affectionate hug that he'd gotten just as Oshitari parted. The blue-haired mutant didn't seem like the hugging type…nor was Kamio the type to be hugged without some form of protest. It had happened however, and it had left the redhead slightly off-kilter.

But, he pushed those thoughts aside just as quickly as they occurred. Of course it left him off-kilter; Kamio wasn't one for physical contact, after all, he assured himself. That was all.

Focusing his attention back to the other mutant, he tilted his head and frowned slightly. The other looked vaguely tired, and the redhead knew from experience that having his boyfriend settle on you was not the most comfortable experience. Especially if you got stuck in an uncomfortable position for a good period of time. Saeki didn't do it on purpose, but looking from the teen to the way his boyfriend curled on his leg, the redhead sighed.

That had to be uncomfortable.

Foregoing the other question that nagged him, Kamio crossed over to the bed. "How long have you been sitting like that?" he sighed, leaning close to stare at the other pointedly.

Kamio got a one shouldered shrug in return, Oshitari meeting his gaze unflinchingly, one eyebrow raised unconcernedly. "A while" he drawled back. "I am glad you are better though." He fought the slight urge to fidget under Kamio's stare.

"Ah...does this bother you, perhaps, Kamio-kun?" he asked, indicating Saeki's position on him as well as his just realized continued attention to the transmorph.

Kamio closed his eyes, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose at the vague answer. "A while as in thirty minute, or a while as in he fell asleep on me right after dinner and I haven't moved since?" he asked, his tone clipped.

Really, he liked Oshitari. More than he did most people. But he still didn't like evasive answers when he asked a question.

Though the return question caught him off guard. He stood back up, frowning for a moment as blue eyes flicked from the blue-haired mutant to his boyfriend, happily sleeping on the other's lap. Was he bothered by it?

...should he be? Kamio would be the first one to admit to having a small jealous streak, though it really wasn't as bad as most people thought. It was just the idea of someone else actively pursuing his boyfriend -- nevermind how much Saeki flirted -- that set him off. If he knew it was teasing, for fun…or if both of them were involved in it, then he had no problem with. Hell, he'd taken to poking at his boyfriend's winged best friend, just to get the other to ruffle his feathers. So, was he really bothered by his own friend petting his boyfriend?

Studying the two of them, he sighed and shook his head.

"The only thing that's bothering me is I know how damn uncomfortable it can be to be his pillow. Especially if he hasn't moved for a couple of hours."

Eyebrows quirking just the slightest at the redhead's tone, Oshitari lifted his right, unoccupied hand, twisting his wrist to look down at the watch secured there.

"If I approximate the time I sat down, my guess would be two hundred and eight minutes and counting" he drawled, shrugging unconcernedly at Kamio, his tone laced with just the slightest edge of amusement. He gave Kamio a small smile.

"I don't mind."

Kamio blinked, doing the calculation quickly in his head. Two hundred and…eight minutes? That would mean the other had been sitting on his bed with his boyfriend sleeping on him for nearly...

"Three and a half hours?" The redhead's voice raised a notch higher, blue eyes going wide. As much as he loved his boyfriend, he could not fathom holding still enough that the other could sleep on him for that long. At least, not without being asleep himself. "Holy shit," he muttered. Oshitari had been sitting -- sitting -- the entire time.

How could the other say he didn't mind that?

"Tari...shit." Kamio ran his fingers through his hair, pushing red bangs back enough to expose both eyes before the hair shifted and fell back over half his face. "You're going to have a crick in your back or something," he muttered. "Here." He stepped forward, slipping an arm underneath the sleeping form of his lover. "Let me move him off you so you can lie down."

"That really isn't necessary; I would rather not wa-" Oshitari cut himself off, knowing Kamio wasn't listening to him. Already the redhead had manhandled his boyfriend off of his lap, and Oshitari sighed quietly and scooted up the foot of the bed a bit, his muscles relaxing as he stretched his legs out on the mattress.

He didn't have an excuse now to keep petting the transmorph, and something about that disappointed him. Perhaps he just had a thing for cats. Saeki, still out like a light, barely reacted to Kamio's maneuvering; his tail flicked and one arm stretched minutely, but otherwise he slept on like the dead.

Oshitari stretched himself, feeling the muscles in his back loosen up and his left leg regain the bit of feeling that had been beginning to fade. "I suppose I should thank you...but I truly didn't mind, Kamio-kun" he told the redhead, making himself comfortable.

On an impulse (and really he was getting quite impulsive around the two of them but he'd worry about that later) he reached out and snagged Kamio's shirt, pulling him forward. "You probably should lie down as well, Kami-" He misjudged his yank, however, and Kamio's center of balance, since the redhead was still bent over adjusting Saeki. What happened next was he was cut off by one Kamio Akira pitching forward onto him, and Oshitari quickly caught him, the redhead momentarily enveloped in his arms.

Nice, was all Oshitari could think, somewhat surprised and amused by the situation.

Shishido had dropped off the few items Kamio and him had ‘picked up’ on their trip and had gone so far as to hide the gift Kamio was giving Saeki in Ohtori’s room. Unfortunately being in Ohtori’s room was enough to kill most of the good spirits he had collected while out on the town with the speed mutant. With a sigh, he decided some more company was in order and headed towards Saeki’s room to see if Kamio wanted to get a snack with him. Shishido had thought he had heard voices, but if Saeki was awake that wouldn’t be out of place so he headed in to the room.

One of these days he was going to learn the fine art of knocking before entering. His mind was going to die and turn to mush on him if he didn’t start doing so soon. As it was, his eyes widened and his wings flapped at the sight before him. Oshitari and Kamio… when Saeki was right there?! “W-what the hell?” Shishido said quite agitated and startled. He then decided that he didn’t really want to know, what Kamio and Oshitari did was their business, even if Saeki was passed out in bed right beside them. Crap, what if he’d just walked in on some sort of creepy fetish threesome thing?

“Umm I’m just leaving… yeah, leaving.” Shishido spat out turning around on his heel with every intention to leave. Except the door had closed behind him and for some reason it just wasn’t opening for him the way it should have been. “God damn you open.” He muttered and cursed under his breath. He really should have just stayed in bed to day.

"Then pet him later," Kamio argued, lifting his lover's torso -- and ignoring the swaying silver and black tail that flicked against the side of his head. "Kou," he sighed. He knew the other probably didn't hear him; from the way the feline mutant nuzzled against him as he stretched, he more than likely hadn't even registered he was moved. He settled the sleeping teen back on the bed, smirking slightly and taking a moment to run thin fingers through the other's hair.

He started to open his mouth, ready to argue that the blue-haired teen could probably pet his boyfriend all he wanted later, when a hand reached up and grabbed the front of his shirt. Kamio gave a startled yelp, tottering forward and across his boyfriend's supine body, and onto the torso of the other teen. Blinking in surprise, the redhead registered neither the arms around him nor the faint blush on his cheeks at first.

It wasn't even until he heard Shishido's voice that the redhead realized how awkward his position really was. The blush darkened, blue eyes went wide, and Kamio twisted enough to glare at the mutant near the door. "Ah hell," he groaned. Glancing at his boyfriend -- still sleeping, somehow -- Kamio squirmed enough to tug a pillow out from under Oshitari and tossed it in the brown-haired mutant's general direction. "Wings!" he hissed, his voice still quieter than normal. "Keep it down or you're going to wake Kou up!"

Oshitari didn't bother to suppress his eye-rolling at Shishido, jostled as he was by the redhead in his arms turning to hurl a pillow at him.

Someone certainly had his mind in the gutter, he thought, and was faintly amused that it wasn't himself for once. "Shishido-kun" he drawled quietly, mindful of the still sleeping Saeki next to him, "your timing is, as always, impeccable, as is your ability to accurately assess the situation." He said it so dryly and deadpanned he might have been serious if it weren't for the humored look in his eyes.

Placing his hands on Kamio's hips, he debated for a few seconds and then hauled the other mutant up the rest of the way on the bed, slipping out from underneath him to stand and circle, stretching out lazily on his stomach in the unoccupied area. Saeki's tail flicked again, bopping the side of his head, knocking his glasses slightly askew, but Oshitari kept his gaze steady on Shishido, his chin propped up in one hand.

Shishido realized that his main problem with the door is that he was trying to push when it was clearly a pull. By the time he figured that out a pillow had hit his wings and he turned to glare at Kamio; forgetting the reason why he wasn’t looking at Kamio from his anger at being attacked with pillows.

Eyes once again back on the threesome and words slowly sinking in, he calmed down enough so that he was no longer trying to flee from the room as if it held the plague. His wings however were still ruffled and twitching, clearly showing his discomfort even as he schooled his face. “You and I both know a bomb going off beside him wouldn’t wake him right now Kamio.” Shishido hissed out, “And you didn’t need to throw things at me.” Shifting his glare over to Oshitari. “And go to hell Oshitari.” He hated being made fun of and it seemed to have become a Brotherhood sport when he wasn’t looking. “What would you have thought if you were me?”

Even with Oshitari no longer under Kamio like they were, the scene didn’t really look all that great. Especially since it reminded him of his own past experiences, and adding on to that the way Kamio and Saeki had teased him about a threesome and just Oshitari being Oshitari, what he thought could have been real. “What are you doing in here anyway Oshitari?” He questioned, still feeling huffy.

Readjusting his glasses, Oshitari merely smirked at him and chuckled, "Apparently I am preparing to go to hell, just as you bid me, Shishido-kun."

He stretched out more, comfortable and laying his head down on his now crossed arms. Saeki's tail kept lazily flicking over him, but he ignored it.

Kamio had to clench his teeth to keep from yelping in protest as he was drug and settled on the other side of the bed by the blue haired mutant. Still blushing, he frowned, almost a scowl but not quite, as the other mutant slid out from under him and moved to the other side of the bed. Still twisted to dart his eyes between the two other mutants in his room, Kamio scrambled into a sitting position on the bed. His boyfriend, still sleeping on his stomach, shifted ever so slightly towards the blue-haired weight that settled on the bed next to him, his tail swaying steadily.

Leave it to Saeki to nuzzle up with a warm body.

Kamio unconsciously reached up and grabbed the silver and black tail, holding it just tight enough that he could feel it slipping out of his hand. It probably annoyed the feline mutant when he was awake -- but he wasn't awake now, was he? Moving his gaze from the back of Oshitari's head to Shishido and his twitching wings, the redhead sighed.

"Yeah, yeah. I know that, and I'd still kill the bastard that put the bomb next to him," he complained, grabbing Saeki's tail again in the same manner. "Geeze, Wings. The hell has got you so riled up?" The bed shifted again as the blue haired teen made himself comfortable.

"Apparently?" Shishido questioned Oshitari before looking back to Kamio who was playing with Saeki's tail. "And nothing has me riled up." He lied, his wings giving him away, even if the small blush still staining his cheeks didn't.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to grab a snack." Shishido shifted his weight and looked between the three of them on the bed, "But you're busy... so I'll just uh..." Flee from the room and wish for death, "Go."

"Going so soon, Shishido-kun?" Oshitari chuckled, entertained by the constant twitching and blushing that the winged mutant was doing.

He was getting far too comfortable though, and after such a short time sleeping after his return, and a long time being used as a pillow, Oshitari's eyes were just starting to slip closed. His mind was pleasantly fuzzy, and he barely stifled a yawn.

"Did you not miss me?"

Kamio gave a soft sigh, catching his boyfriend's tail lightly again, and shook his head at the winged mutant. Honestly, people thought he was high-strung? "Fine, fine," the redhead conceded with a sigh. "You're not riled up." Kamio tilted his head to one side however, watching the long-haired mutant's wing twitch tellingly.

Sure he wasn't.

"And we're not 'busy.' Your brain's just in the gutter, pervert," the smaller, faster mutant pointed out. A small smirk played on his lips before he finally gave in, shook his head, and chuckled. "But whatever, Wings. Food sounds good." He shifted on the bed, sliding over to the edge and off. Moving around to the other side, he paused at the foot and stared down at the two boys still stretched out. Saeki wasn't going anywhere, he thought with a small frown.

The redhead wasn't prone to public shows of affection, at least not gentle ones, and having the two other mutants watching as he leaned over to give his boyfriend an affection scratch on the side of his head had him blushing deeper than he cared for. Still, he brushed it off. "Tari, you going to stay in here?" he murmured, glancing down at the tired-looking blue-haired mutant.

Shishido paused and frowned. Three people who loved to tease him all in one room, he was so happy that Saeki was asleep or he'd never hear the end of it. "I was almost missing you until you spoke up. Maybe if you stay quiet and sleepy looking I'll change my mind." And that was the closest he would ever get to saying Oshitari was cute when tired and half asleep.

His feathers ruffled further at Kamio's comment and Shishido only managed to stop himself from yelling and instead hissed, "My brain is not in the gutter." It was really pointless to argue though, what else would he have been thinking. "Let's just go eat. Something that's not in the cookie food group preferably."

Shrugging a somehow mocking shoulder at Shishido in lieu of an answer, he sent the winged mutant the barest of smirks before turning his attention to Kamio, if not his actual head, still pillowed on his arms and hiding half his face.

"If you don't mind...it was a long walk home" he murmured drowsily, so close to slipping off into sleep, stretching his energy out just enough to 'pat' Shishido on the head, then Kamio, and as an afterthought, Saeki too. He gave a little muffled grunt at the transmorph stretching at that, his arm now resting across Oshitari's lower legs and his tail whapping him twice on the back before stilling, but otherwise didn't react.

He was already falling asleep, sprawled on his stomach, his glasses pushed up his face into his hair as
he nuzzled further into his arms.

Kamio curled his nose and frowned. "No more cookies," he agreed, having gotten his fill of confections for the holiday season. "Or cake. Or candy. Just want to see what's still in the fridge."

The redhead gave his boyfriend's hair another ruffle, then pulled back, watching the feline edge closer and closer to the other teen on the bed. "Don't mind," he answered, flipping his hair through his fingers. He blinked momentarily at the pat, before sighing and watching his boyfriend's tail flick the back of Oshitari's head. "Be back in a few," he murmured, turning towards Shishido and the door.

Shishido ignored Oshitari and focused on Kamio instead, "There's some grapes, could probably scrounge up some other things." Shishido said thinking about the crackers he knew were down there. "Though I don't know why you'd want to leave him in there unsupervised." He continued, opening up the door, pulling, not pushing, and holding it open for the speedy one.

"Grapes sound good," the redhead conceded. He headed towards the door, nodding a brief thanks at the winged mutant, then glanced back at the twosome on the bed. "I don't know about leaving either of them unsupervised," he chuckled softly. "But their both so wiped out at the moment, I think it's safe."

One dark eyes slit open at that, just barely enough to watch the two mutants leave.

There wasn't much Oshitari cared to say about it though. He was tired, and nothing barring Saeki shoving him out of the bed was going to make him budge at the moment.

"'I heard that'", he thought at them both, a little tendril of energy drifting to their retreating backs, forming his unspoken words into an auditory hallucination. Whether they understood it or not, he didn't know...auditory hallucinations weren't the clearest things. Often they were merely whispers, breathy murmurs that cascaded then faded on the receiver.

But whether they heard it or not was irrelevant; Oshitari kept his one eye open until the door closed behind Shishido and Kamio, and then snapped it shut.

Saeki's body was warm next to his; he moved closer, even though the tail sought out new places on him to smack when he did. 'You are lucky I don't use you as a pillow now, Saeki-kun' he thought, once again burying his face in his arms and sighing.

He plummeted into sleep like a rock falling from a bridge, and managed not to wake up until Saeki chose to flex his claws on him in his sleep.