Samurai Flamenco - Crash The Gates [1] [Gotobiyoyoshi]

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Title: Crash the Gates [1]
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Gates'verse
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Beyond/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 9211
Summary: Relationships, they can evolve...




The streetlights had flickered on before Masayoshi could make it back to Gotou’s apartment. He had received the text while he was still at work, sitting bored in the makeup artist’s chair and trying not to think glumly on how much time his evil twin had been spending with Gotou lately. He had not seen Gotou in almost a full week, being busy with engagements and avoiding the whole “Candidate for President of the World” thing that people kept throwing at him. He missed his friend - but he certainly did not miss having to put up with Beyond’s sass.

Technically, Beyond lived with him. That was only technically though, because he rarely saw his doppelgänger these days. Beyond could often be found in Gotou’s company, smiling easily and without that maniac edge he had when he first took up residence in this timeline. He had even managed to procure official identification - Masayoshi really did not want to know how he’d gotten the documents because there was absolutely nothing legal or natural about his residence here, but he’d gone and done it somehow. In the eyes of the law, Masayoshi apparently had a twin brother named Kanata.

Masayoshi simply refused to refer to him as anything other than ‘Beyond,’ to which his alternate self didn’t even flutter an eyelash.

The worst of it was that Beyond clearly had developed a giant raging crush on Gotou, and Masayoshi couldn’t do or say anything about it without appearing jealous or petty. So he endeavored to spend as much time as possible hanging out with Gotou instead.

The text had been fairly usual - inviting Masayoshi over, there would be beer and food and there was some sentai special on (Ensemble! - it was a recap special, Masayoshi already had it set to record, since there was going to be a new character introduced and he didn’t want to miss that), and it in general sounded like a great break from lurking around his own apartment. The only downside was the fact that Beyond ‘might’ be there … but Gotou was remarkably cagey about his twin’s prospective presence, and he liked Gotou more than his desire to avoid Beyond.

He liked Gotou a lot - a lot a lot, but he still was not quite sure how to articulate that. He knew that Beyond flirted with Gotou shamelessly, and Gotou would get flustered and look away and blush, and for some reason that was even more strangely endearing, even if Masayoshi wanted to directly strangle Beyond for making Gotou uncomfortable. Besides, it was very well known that Gotou had a girlfriend he’d been in a long-term relationship with that he texted every day, so it was no wonder Beyond’s constant come-ons were perturbing him.

So here he was, standing outside Gotou’s apartment, his hand held above the door poised to knock, frozen by the fact he had heard the strangest sound - it was a faint, low moan. He had paused and looked around, because the street Gotou live off of was quiet, and if someone was hurt, well … Gotou would understand if he was late. The noise did not reoccur, though, so he shrugged to himself, dismissed the noise as someone’s television up a hair too loud, and knocked.

Silence.

Slightly confused, Masayoshi knocked again. This time he heard movement from within the apartment, a muffled thud and then Gotou’s voice, slightly strangled - “Door’s unlocked!”

That was really strange, that Gotou wouldn’t meet him at the door. Masayoshi sighed, and tried the doorknob. “Pardon the intrusion,” he called automatically, stepping out of his shoes and turning them around at the door. He at least managed not to scowl when he saw Beyond’s favorite pair of battered shoes sitting beside Gotou’s own. Gotou liked Beyond, and Masayoshi like Gotou, so he would be on his best behavior.

Mostly.

Surprised that there wasn’t a response to his greeting, Masayoshi shrugged off his messenger bag, carrying it under one arm as he walked through the tiny kitchen area and made it to the door that partitioned the kitchen from the rest of the apartment. “Gotou-san?”

Now, Hazama Masayoshi was not exactly the most worldly of men. He was only twenty, and had spent most of his time in the pursuit of Justice (and the occasional limited-edition Red Axe figurine on y!auctions). Despite that, there was no way that he didn’t know exactly what was going on here, as the blush bloomed spectacularly across his face.

Gotou was seated astride Beyond’s lap, his back pressed to Beyond’s chest. His twin had his chin tucked over Gotou’s shoulder, a dark flush spread over his nose and a wicked grin on his face. “Hello, brother.”

Masayoshi’s regular, automatic retort of “I’m not your brother,” died on his lips, mostly because Gotou was not wearing any pants. His favorite dark blue hoodie was riding up his stomach, as Beyond had one hand flattened across his belly. With his legs spread, knees pressed to the outside of Beyond’s naked thighs, there was absolutely nothing left to the imagination.

He could not think. It was like a door slammed on the cognitive center of his brain and locked everything out - the only thing Masayoshi could do was wordlessly gape and stare directly at Gotou’s twitching, drooling cock. Beyond’s hand skimmed down his stomach and pressed against it, smearing the fluid that was collecting at the tip with his thumb, and then deliberately licking his fingers clean. “What do you think?” Beyond said casually, his voice level and a smirk spread across his face. “He looks good like this, don’t you think?”

“Go-Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said, eyes wide, still staring unabashedly. He had never seen another guy naked like this, and the room had suddenly grown suffocating. “What’s - what is-”

Masayoshi’s eyes snapped suddenly to Beyond, his own face warped into a leer, smirking at Masayoshi as he squeezed Gotou’s cock. Gotou made the first noise since Masayoshi walked through the door, a small, choked-off sound. He bit his lip and Masayoshi realized he was staring again, this time at Gotou’s face. Gotou wouldn’t meet Masayoshi’s eyes. “What have you done to him?” Masayoshi asked, his voice suddenly level and cold.

“Nothing he hasn’t asked for,” Beyond’s voice was lilting, amused. He was still stroking Gotou’s cock, grip firm. “What’s the matter, brother - don’t you like your gift?” Beyond nuzzled against Gotou’s neck and inhaled deeply. Masayoshi’s mouth had gone dry as the desert and he had no idea why.

“Gift?” Masayoshi repeated, stunned.

“Yes. He keeps asking for you.” Gotou made another noise, eyes closed and head tilted back, his entire face aflame. “It’s a little off-putting, to hear how he says your name.”

“Masayoshi,” Gotou said, his voice raspy, eyes still squeezed tight as if he couldn’t bear to see the expression on Masayoshi’s face. “Please, don’t hate me for this…”

Masayoshi took a step back, suddenly completely overwhelmed. He couldn’t deal with this right now, he couldn’t look at Gotou, he couldn’t look at where Beyond was touching - he just couldn’t. Beyond’s expression twitched, and he nudged Gotou forward. “He’s going to run away,” Beyond said, his voice even lower than normal. “I told you that he would.”

Gotou’s eyes opened, dark and heavy and Masayoshi took another step back as he watched Gotou turn his glazed expression toward Masayoshi. “Don’t go,” Gotou croaked, and shifted forward. Beyond released him and he let out another low groan, rising stiffly off of Beyond’s lap, and Masayoshi realized for the first time as they separated with a wet filthy sound, that they had been, oh god-

His gaze span around to Gotou, who took several wobbly steps forward. “Masayoshi,” Gotou said, face still flushed, but for the first time his voice sounded normal, he sounded like Gotou was supposed to. “Don’t go, please - I want you -”

“No,” Masayoshi said, eyes wide and frightened. “What did he - did he drug you, Gotou-san? Why-”

He didn’t move back away fast enough, and Gotou snagged his sleeve and yanked Masayoshi forward. He stumbled, and Gotou caught him, twisting Masayoshi’s head up and covering his mouth with Gotou’s own.

Masayoshi froze.

He couldn’t - there was no way that Gotou could have known, Masayoshi had been ignoring it intentionally - but Beyond was Masayoshi too, and maybe he could tell now, the way that Masayoshi’s look lingered on him, the way he had to look away quickly to avoid being caught, the way his breath snagged under his lungs, how he had to swallow and smile and pretend that he wasn’t -

Gotou was kissing him.

Masayoshi’s mouth opened tentatively under his, curious despite himself. He had never really passed a thought on kissing before, it was this thing he was required to do for movies sometimes, he had really never associated it with anything else - but in that moment, in that heartbeat he realized that there was so much more to it than that. He liked Gotou’s mouth, warm and heavy, his tongue licking into Masayoshi’s mouth, his breath tinged oh so faintly of tobacco. Masayoshi raised his head, stunned breathless as Gotou inhaled and wet his bruised lips.

“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said, when he could make words work again.

Gotou shifted his hands to Masayoshi’s forearms, letting him straighten and Masayoshi tangled his hands in Gotou’s hair and pulled him into another desperate, passionate kiss.

His entire being was short-circuiting. Masayoshi couldn’t think or react to anything but the fact that Gotou had a firm grip on him, hands sliding up his arms, to his shoulders and back around, holding him there; that Gotou had his tongue in Masayoshi’s mouth; that Gotou was right here touching him and responding to him. As he pulled Masayoshi closer still he realized what was pressing into the front of his shirt and he really wasn’t as grossed out as he thought he’d be.

Gotou’s hand slipped down his sides, settling on the rise of Masayoshi’s ass, broad solid palms and fingers squeezing into the meat of his behind. Masayoshi yelped into his mouth ,and Gotou rumbled in amusement, lifting his head and looking into Masayoshi’s eyes.

“I don’t understand,” Masayoshi said, his breath caught in his throat.

“I want you to stay,” Gotou said in that same, normal tone of voice - like they were discussing dinner, not the fact that Masayoshi had just walked in on him riding Beyond’s dick. “Please, ‘yoshi…”

Masayoshi’s eyes flickered over his shoulder, he could see Beyond seated there on the floor behind Gotou. He had not been able to tell before, but Beyond was completely naked. He hooked an elbow back on the bed and smirked at Masayoshi, his other hand lazily stroking himself, keeping his cock hard. It was completely bizarre, to see this mirror image of himself, to know that he had just interrupted - Masayoshi felt weirdly angry, weirdly hollow - did this even mean anything, like that?

“It’s just sex,” his damned evil twin said, as if Masayoshi had spoken all his thoughts aloud. He glared at Beyond, wondered once again if he had some kind of telepathy he had not previously disclosed, but then Gotou tugged on his chin and drew his attention back to Gotou’s face.

He’d never - he had never even thought about it before, really - sex was just this distant concept, a distraction on his life’s path - but he had always figured on the eventual girlfriend he would pick up along the line just like his toku heroes. It didn’t matter that he had never figured girls into his life’s plan, he thought it would just happen. Maybe he wasn’t meant for that.

Masayoshi had no idea what he was doing, and maybe Gotou could sense that, because he ran his thumb over Masayoshi’s bottom lip. “Please,” he said softly. “Let me…”

It was strangely freeing, to realize that he was already lost.

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He did not want Beyond touching him, but it was difficult to get situated otherwise. It came down to either Gotou would stop kissing him and prep him, or he could keep kissing Gotou, and, well … he didn’t want to stop kissing Gotou, now that he’d started.

Masayoshi straddled Gotou on the bed, his ass in the air and knees balanced on the edge of the mattress, leaned down on his elbows. Occasionally, Beyond’s fingers inside him would make his entire body twitch, and his hips would press down and for an electric instant their naked cocks would drag together. One of Gotou’s hands was threaded in Masayoshi’s hair, the other was protective, on his ass, his fingers digging into the muscle hard enough that Masayoshi thought they would be able to pull fingerprints from the bruises he’d leave behind.

Gotou had helped him undress slowly, kissing bared bits of skin as it appeared, backing Masayoshi to the bed as they went. His mouth kissed hot fire, Masayoshi could feel Gotou’s lips sear his skin, expected to see burn marks left behind but there was nothing left behind.

It was Beyond’s idea for him to straddle Gotou, he leaned over Masayoshi from behind, draped his arms over Masayoshi’s shoulders and whispered conspiratorially into his ear; “I bet he likes to be ridden, brother.” He had tried to shrug out from under Beyond, because Gotou’s eyes were on him and burning bright. Beyond licked the shell of his ear and he shivered and blushed hard.

He pushed Beyond off of him, intending to say something scathing but Gotou caught his arm and pulled him toward the bed. He was weak to Gotou, to that expression that he was in equal parts unfamiliar with and desperately seeking - so he went. He did not put up a fuss when he felt the unnatural slickness of the lube poured across his bared ass, but he did press his forehead to Gotou’s and closed his eyes when he felt the first foreign intrusion of fingers.

“Hey, hey,” Gotou soothed, rubbed his back and kissed him gently. “Breathe, ‘yoshi, just breathe.”

Masayoshi did not exactly understand how Gotou could sit there and tell him to breathe when he seemed so intent to devour Masayoshi’s every breath himself. Beyond’s fingers were larger than they looked, first one and then two, strange and unnatural. The more he moved them, teasing in and out of Masayoshi’s hole, the better it felt. Masayoshi moaned into Gotou’s neck, transfixed.

Gotou ran his other hand down Masayoshi’s back, fingers trailing down his spine until he spread his fingers over Masayoshi’s ass. Beyond stopped fingering him for a moment, and Masayoshi made a surprised, mournful sound when he slid his fingers free. “I thought you didn’t want me touching you,” Beyond said, and Masayoshi muttered something both petulant and unintelligible into Gotou’s skin. He could just hear the smirk in his voice, the bastard.

“He’s not prepared enough,” Gotou said impatiently, spreading Masayoshi’s ass.

“You’re not that big,” Beyond said with a hint of derision in his voice. Masayoshi moaned in embarrassment, and Gotou nudged the side of Masayoshi’s head with his nose, but Masayoshi refused to look up. “Fine,” Beyond said, but when he spoke the word his breath was right there, ghosting across Masayoshi’s ass. Masayoshi gasped as that was followed very quickly with - wait, was that his-?

“Oh god,” Masayoshi wasn’t quite sure where the words came from, because he didn’t know how he was capable of stringing the syllables together coherently. “No, don’t - that’s-!”

With Gotou holding his cheeks, keeping him spread apart and open, and Beyond’s fingers and now tongue pressed inside him, Masayoshi was quickly reduced to a quivering, mewling mess, his face pressed firmly into Gotou’s neck. He had never felt like this before, he’d never thought of fingering himself, never thought about anyone’s fingers or tongue there could feel this good.

He felt Beyond lift his head and twist his fingers - then, ever so slowly, maddeningly slow, he introduced a third finger and Masayoshi clamped down on him, shoved his hips back and tried to will Beyond to press them as deep as he could, to take him apart as he shook in Gotou’s arms.

Had he done this to Gotou too? Had his tongue been there, Gotou on his hands and knees, ass in the air and face in the mattress…? The image was more than he could bear right now, heat and tension coiled in his gut, thighs trembling. Gotou massaged his ass and then released it, and after a moment’s pause that delicious pressure deep inside him left too, as Beyond slid his fingers free.

Gotou’s hand in his hair made him lift his head - he could barely see straight, every breath burned in his lungs. He had been so close to the best orgasm ever and he was thwarted, just like that….

“Shh,” Gotou soothed him and kissed over his eye, like he was a child with a scraped knee. Masayoshi trembled and wanted to bury his face.

“No fair,” he said, the words uneven like broken pavement. “No fair…”

“I don’t want you coming unless you’re on my dick,” Gotou growled, and Masayoshi felt the words coil deep and possessive in his core. It was primal, the need that writhed inside him.

Masayoshi pushed himself upright, hands on Gotou’s shoulders and staring down at him, almost bewildered. He felt a hand on his hip and he looked back at Beyond. “I don’t,” Masayoshi started to say - I don’t know what I’m doing here - and Beyond knew, anyway.

“Slide forward,” he murmured, and there was no mockery in his tone. “On your knees.”

He obeyed, and shifted his weight forward, head still tilted back and watched as Beyond put his hands on Masayoshi’s hips. He guided Masayoshi forward, nudged him down just a bit, and he reached down and - oh. Masayoshi swung his head around, stared down at Gotou’s face with wide eyes as Beyond pressed the head of Gotou’s dick against Masayoshi. They were really, actually doing this, his breath caught tight in his chest and suddenly, desperately afraid. Gotou slid his hands down Masayoshi’s arms, wrapped them around his wrists and held him, braced there. “Keep your eyes on me,” Gotou said, and rubbed his thumbs in circles against Masayoshi’s pulse. “Don’t tense.”

“I’m not,” Masayoshi said, almost irritated - but then the head of his cock was slipping in, and it was even bigger, fuller than Beyond’s fingers and Masayoshi didn’t have the breath to speak, his fingers digging into Gotou’s shoulders.

Bit by agonizing bit he sank down. Masayoshi fought the urge to close his eyes, but he bit his bottom lip, hard. Gotou’s hand flew from his arm up to his face, thumb smearing across his lip where beads of blood emerged from the broken skin. “Stop,” Gotou said, alarmed, and his eyes went from Masayoshi’s face to his twin. Masayoshi balled one hand and hit Gotou in the shoulder, forcing his attention back.

“No,” Masayoshi gasped, refused to stop - not until Gotou was entirely inside him. His thighs trembled - he was not crouching any longer, his knees too were pressed into the mattress - and he curled his fingers against Gotou’s shoulders. Finally he hung his head and closed his eyes, all the breath emptying from his lungs as he settled down against Gotou.

“Masayoshi,” Gotou said, concern still heavy in his voice, but Masayoshi was focused inward, shifting ever slightly, tensing and relaxing and trying to fight off the pain … until he shifted in just the right direction and the noise he made went from a whimper into a moan.

“There we go, pet,” Beyond said softly, stroking his hand through Masayoshi’s hair. “Found it, did you?”

“I’m not - don’t call me that,” Masayoshi choked out through gritted teeth. “Don’t call-”

Gotou rolled his hips experimentally, and Masayoshi’s speech cut off mid-syllable. Beyond laughed, almost amazed at the face Masayoshi made - he crawled up the bed beside Gotou and flopped onto his back for a moment, looking up at Masayoshi from the angle Gotou could see. “Damn,” he said, and rolled up onto his side. “We look pretty good from that angle, huh?”

Masayoshi opened his mouth to make a smart retort but Gotou kept him silent by moving his hips again. “You can move, too,” he suggested to Masayoshi. He had kept mostly still, riding the waves of Gotou’s slow movement instead. Masayoshi glared down at Beyond - and Beyond smirked and stuck his tongue out impishly, before leaning over and tugging Gotou’s jaw. Gotou rolled his face toward Beyond and allowed the kiss, open-mouthed and passionate.

His mouth would have fallen open if it wasn’t already, taking great gasps of air just to keep himself in the moment. Masayoshi ground down on Gotou suddenly, moving his hips awkwardly. Gotou made a choked-off noise into Beyond’s mouth, and satisfied, Masayoshi sat back and did it again.

“Quick learner, he is,” Beyond murmured, and Gotou closed his eyes and groaned.

It did not take Masayoshi long to understand the best way to roll his hips, how to brace his weight over Gotou and grind down as Gotou rocked his hips up. He was lost in this, this sea of movement and hot flesh, pressure and passion - he had almost completely forgotten Beyond’s presence on the bed beside them, focused so much on Gotou that Masayoshi jolted in surprise when he felt Beyond’s hand run lightly down his back.

“It’s no fair for you to have all the fun,” Beyond murmured, sliding into position behind Masayoshi. Masayoshi twisted his head in alarm, especially when he felt Gotou shift beneath him.

“Oh,” Gotou said softly, pleasantly - Masayoshi’s eyes were drawn back to his face, which had gone glazed. He felt Gotou tense underneath, and then the warmth of Beyond’s breath against the back of his neck. “Fuck, yeah.”

Beyond had - he had pushed Gotou’s legs up, forcing Masayoshi to shift his position slightly, moving them about the bed. He turned, observing - and realized that Beyond had moved them to the edge of the bed, so that he could better maneuver himself. He was going to fuck Gotou, as Masayoshi rode him.

Masayoshi watched as well he could, as Beyond got himself situated. He could not quite see him penetrate Gotou, he’d have to turn completely around for that, but he could feel the full-body shudder as Gotou came open beneath him, hips pushed higher off the bed as Beyond held him there. Masayoshi turned his attention back to Gotou, who had tilted his head back, eyes slid closed. He had stopped rolling his hips upward but that made sense, what with Beyond between his legs now - Masayoshi leaned forward, planting his hands on the mattress and grinding his hips down.

Gotou moaned, and then his breath hitched as Beyond moved. Masayoshi glared back over his shoulder at Beyond, a little incensed that the noise had been interrupted - and they stared at each other a moment, brows furrowed, identical blue-gray eyes … they came to the same agreement wordlessly, and Masayoshi swung his attention forward, hips already moving.

It was hard to ignore the way that Gotou fit inside him, how achingly deep he was - Masayoshi shifted just as Beyond thrust and Gotou’s hips jumped at the same time, he hit just right and Masayoshi almost bit his tongue trying to keep it all in. He could not lose to Beyond, not in this - and he didn’t stop moving, not even when he felt Beyond go still behind him.

Beyond’s mouth was on his shoulder, and Masayoshi stilled immediately. “Difficulties?” Beyond breathed, and it would be sultry if he wasn’t breathless, his own desire unhidden in his tone.

“Sh-shut up,” Masayoshi ground out, teeth clenched and trying desperately to keep the tidal wave of orgasm at bay.

“Mm,” he kissed Masayoshi’s shoulder, and Masayoshi shivered as his lips trailed lazily down his shoulder-blade. “I have an idea, if you’ll permit me.”

“…yeah?” He sat back on Gotou’s hips, straightening his spine and groaning again as the angle shifted, now not quite enough nor hitting where he needed it to get there. “What is it?”

“Just a moment.” He felt Beyond shift - and then Gotou exhaled heavily, and lifted his head, eyes cracked open and looking wrung-out. Masayoshi leaned forward and bowed over him, pressing his mouth over Gotou’s open one - and Gotou licked up into his mouth possessively, eager - enough to distract them both until Beyond returned, the mattress dipping as he climbed back aboard.

Beyond settled in behind him again, and ran his hands down Masayoshi’s front, until he pressed his palm over where Masayoshi’s cock was sitting up against his belly. “So hard,” he breathed, and Masayoshi shuddered at the touch. He looked to see Gotou watching with undisguised interest as Beyond wrapped his hand around Masayoshi’s cock, rubbed his thumb over the slit and Masayoshi closed his eyes tight. “I have to say, I’m impressed you haven’t come already.”

Masayoshi’s mouth was impossibly dry. “Want to.”

Beyond made a sympathetic noise. “Sorry, can’t have that happen just yet.”

He squeezed Masayoshi’s cock - not hard, not painful, just firmly - and there was a moment of weird sensation sliding down over it. Masayoshi opened his eyes when the pressure did not relent, when he felt both of Beyond’s hands on his hips again. Confused, he looked down. “You,” Gotou rumbled, as Masayoshi touched the band of soft plastic material that had been slid down to settle against the root of his cock. This was the source of the strange pressure. “You are just full of surprises, aren’t you.”

“Told you so,” Beyond had never sounded like Masayoshi, the timbre of his voice was just that different - but for a moment the words could have come from his mouth instead. “I promised you a fun ride, didn’t I? Ah,” he captured Masayoshi’s hand by the wrist. “You should leave it, brother. It’ll help.”

Masayoshi exhaled, and looked over his shoulder at Beyond, eyes narrowed. Beyond stuck his tongue out, just the tip, past a slightly evil smirk. “What do you say we get back to our little competition, hm?” he asked, teasingly.

In response, Masayoshi lifted his hips slightly, and then slammed them down. Gotou let out a long groan, and Beyond actually laughed. He pushed Gotou’s leg up again, kneeling forward to penetrate him and Gotou grabbed for Masayoshi, gripped his thighs with both hands to keep him seated on Gotou as he rode him messily. Gotou kept letting out these little half-moans, soft wanton noises as Masayoshi ground down on him, and Masayoshi leaned over, keeping his hips going in a rhythm he feels like he has known forever, and he kissed Gotou, intent on swallowing those amazing noises.

It was over just like that, Gotou gasped into his mouth, fingers digging in hard and shuddering. Masayoshi has never even seen another orgasm before, never mind had it happen underneath him - he waits Gotou out, watching the breath tear from his lungs as he panted, and waited for his shudders to fade. Masayoshi realized that Beyond has stopped moving as well, that they are both staring at Gotou, enraptured.

He lifts his hips slowly, and Gotou slid out, and, god, that’s his come dripping down out of Masayoshi now, running down his leg. He leaned forward on his knees, legs trembling as he brushed his hands through Gotou’s sweat-slick hair. “Gotou-san,” he breathed, nose brushing Gotou’s own.

Masayoshi feels weirdly hollow, bereft - he is still achingly hard and wants to come so badly, but oh it was worth it to see Gotou like this. Gotou cracked open his eyes and smiled at him, and Masayoshi felt that smile cut him open and lay his feelings out bare. Gotou - still blissed out - looks like he’s considering saying something, but then Masayoshi started as Beyond’s hands again land on his hips. This time, though, he yelps in surprise as Beyond manhandles him, rolling him off Gotou and onto his back on the bed beside him. Gotou gets up on his elbows sluggishly, concerned - but Beyond crawls over Gotou, nudging his face up and kissing him.

After a startled moment, Gotou relaxes into the kiss and Masayoshi seethes. Beyond glances over at him and actually has the gall to wink.

“So,” Beyond murmured, folding his arms and resting his head on them, laying on Gotou’s chest smug like a cat. He surveyed Masayoshi, on his back still and trembling, one hand wrapped around his own cock and clearly thinking about removing the band Beyond had placed there. “Do you want to ride him, or should I?”

“You ride him,” Gotou said immediately, no hesitation in his words. “I want to see that.”

“Mm, I suppose that would be your aesthetic,” Beyond says, and Masayoshi sat up, scrambled upright, staring between them. Beyond cocked his head and watched Masayoshi, up at the head of the bed, back pressed to the headboard, about as far away as he could go while still remaining on the bed. “You don’t want me to ride you?”

“I-” He didn’t - he didn’t want Beyond to even touch him, but he was a little past that now, wasn’t he? Masayoshi was still the strangest bit unsettled by the thought - they were not technically brothers, but … wasn’t Beyond just him, really? On the other hand, though, the look Gotou gave him at the thought made his cock strain against his belly, and he realized that he wanted Gotou to watch, to see …. “I don’t know,” Masayoshi finished helplessly, conflicted.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, ‘yoshi,” Gotou’s voice was soothing - and the bed was not that big, Gotou could reach across the expanse and still touch Masayoshi, resting his hand on his leg, and squeezed it encouragingly.

But that was part of the thing, Masayoshi thought morosely - he did want to, he wanted to do all sorts of lascivious things if it made Gotou look at him like that. He stared at them there - Gotou on his back, legs over the edge of the bed and his other self sprawled across him, lazy like a big cat. The more he thought about it, the more it did not seem like that bad an idea. He wet his lips, and then nodded his head, slowly.

Beyond raised an eyebrow, and then pushed himself up off of Gotou. Gotou wheezed at the weight distribution, but Beyond ignored him, crawling across the expanse of distance that was the whole length of Gotou’s arm. “You’re really all right with it,” he said, not bothering to hide his incredulous stare.

Masayoshi made himself not look away, and nodded.

“Prove it,” Beyond said. “Kiss me.”

All at once the weeks of resentment of having Beyond in his life, having to dance around him, of having him steal Gotou’s time and attention away and now he wanted Masayoshi to prove that he could handle Beyond; it all boiled over. He lungedforward, grabbed Beyond by the back of the head, fingers coiling in that fluffy tawny hair so identical to Masayoshi’s own, and crushing his mouth to Beyond’s. He was hard, and horny, and fuck if he didn’t get to come soon he was going to start screaming and never stop.

Kissing Gotou wasn’t like this, this was aggressive, this was a battle for dominance and Masayoshi might be inexperienced but he had sheer stubborn determination to make up for it and gave no ground. Beyond gasped against his mouth, nipped at his tongue and finally, finally when they drew apart Masayoshi was pleased to see the bright flush he had painted on Beyond’s cheeks. He heard the bed creak and they both turned - Gotou was sitting up, one hand over his mouth and his face almost pale. “Gotou-san?’ Masayoshi asked, his hand still in Beyond’s hair, holding him in place. “Are you all right?”

Beyond laughed and turned his face in toward Masayoshi’s. “He’s fine,” he said with a snort. “If you kiss me like that again, he’ll probably get hard enough to join in.” Beyond nosed Masayoshi’s jaw, and licked sweat away. “I’m gonna suck you some first, besides-” he glanced over his shoulder and smiled, disarmingly sweet, at Gotou. “Someone gets to prep me, if he’s gonna play voyeur he can at least be useful.”

“S-suck me,” Masayoshi said.

That was how he ended up with his back against the wall, legs spread wide and Beyond laying between them, paying lavish attention to Masayoshi’s cock with his tongue. He would suck on the head - he never took more in than that, but he’d lick down one side and up the other, clean the head of fluid and dart his tongue into the slit. Masayoshi knocked his head back into the wall repeatedly - at least this was an outside-facing wall, and Gotou’s apartment was a corner, so he doubted that anyone heard the drum solo he was playing with his cranium. He twisted his hands in Beyond’s hair, gripped him tight and tried to buck his hips to force himself deeper into the hot wet heat of Beyond’s mouth - but Beyond was savvy to that and would not let him.

“Poor thing,” Beyond murmured teasingly, stroking his fevered red flesh. “You’ll get to come soon enough, it’ll be mind-blowing, I promise.”

Every now and again Beyond’s voice would hitch as Gotou’s fingers twisted deep inside him. He was stretching Beyond, preparing him for Masayoshi’s cock - and that thought made him dizzy. He thought for sure, if anything, Beyond would have insisted on fucking him.

Beyond threw his head back suddenly and let out a shuddering gasp. “Th-there, deeper, ah-”

Gotou withdrew his hand and glanced up at Masayoshi, an almost lewd grin on his face. “Sounds like he’s ready to me,” he said.

“Fuck,” Beyond said, and rose to his knees. “Why’d you stop.” He half-turned and glared at Gotou, who smirked at him, and shoved him in the shoulder. They glowered at each other for a moment, and then Beyond turned to Masayoshi. “Come away from the wall, I don’t want you getting a concussion.”

He arranged Masayoshi on his back on the bed, and climbed on top of him. “Last chance to back out,” he said, taking Masayoshi’s cock in a firm grip, hips held above him shakily.

Masayoshi wanted to say something like ‘and give you the satisfaction?’, but instead he rolled his hips up, pressing the head of his cock against Beyond’s backside, looking for entrance. Beyond’s mouth fell open in surprise at the aggressive move, and he slid Masayoshi’s cock to the right angle and sank down in a slow, smooth motion. “Oh, fuck,” he heard Gotou say breathlessly, as if he was the one getting fucked right now.

He felt Beyond take a few deep, quivering breaths - trying to settle himself, trying to adjust to taking him all at once - and Masayoshi stared up at, well … himself. This is what Gotou sees, he realized, his hands resting on Beyond’s thighs. He wondered for a moment how Gotou would look on his lap like this, uneven breaths and sex-flushed, cock sitting up tall, just waiting for him to touch its tip, leaking fluid - but Beyond interrupts that thought. His eyes creep open, slits of blue through thick eyelashes (are his eyelashes really that thick naturally? Damn-) and he pinned Masayoshi to the mattress with his gaze. “You are just full of surprises yourself,” Beyond said huskily, and he leaned forward, all his weight on one arm. He ground down, and suddenly that tight, warm pressure - delicious, for sure - turns into something else entirely as he moves his hips.

“Holy shit,” Masayoshi gasped.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Beyond’s voice is ragged, but still taunting. “Almost better than being fucked, but … still, you’re kinda being fucked like this, anyway.” He shifted from a crouch to his knees, sliding partially off Masayoshi’s dick and then back down again.

Masayoshi tried to find the right place to thrust his hips up, to meet Beyond’s downward movements, to show that no, he was not just being fucked - but his movements were erratic, and he could not find the right pace. Beyond was doing it intentionally, his grin wicked as sweat dripped from his hairline and ran down his face. “Mean,” Masayoshi hissed, and Beyond rocked his hips again.

“I’ve got a reputation to live up to, after all,” Beyond murmured, and slid himself up off of Masayoshi’s cock before slamming himself down again. Masayoshi’s hips almost came off the mattress, and Beyond laughed delightedly.

Gotou leaned in and surprised them both, turning Beyond’s head and kissing him forcefully. Beyond stopped moving his hips mid-thrust, sliding back down and settling against Masayoshi’s pelvis, panting into Gotou’s mouth. Beyond licked his lips when they parted, eyes glassy - and Gotou looked down at Masayoshi, who was torn between wanting a kiss as well, and not wanting to be kissed right after Beyond. “Hold him,” Gotou said instead, and pushed Beyond’s shoulder down.

Beyond made a quizzical noise as Masayoshi got his arms over Beyond’s shoulders, pulling him down and holding him against his chest. He had not slipped out of Beyond and was in fact still able to thrust, albeit shallowly, in this position - which, god, felt so good and he needed to come now.

There was no relief to be had yet, however - and Gotou positioned himself between Masayoshi’s legs, one hand on the small of Beyond’s back as he started slicking himself up with lube. “What are you doing?” Masayoshi asked, suspicious.

“What is he doing?” Beyond asked, unable to see anything, his head held down, forehead pressed to the mattress just above Masayoshi’s shoulder. “What is, what - oh, fuck-”

Masayoshi watched, his mouth open in shock as Gotou pressed the head of his cock against Beyond as well. He moved his hips upward a little, shifting the position of Beyond on him, who gave a small sob into the mattress above Masayoshi’s shoulder as Masayoshi felt him give way. He felt him stretch open to accommodate Gotou too, his cock pressed against Masayoshi’s, inside of Beyond.

“Gotou-san, you’re hurting him, stop-” Masayoshi cried, but where he was on the bottom he couldn’t do much more than kick at Gotou’s thigh helplessly with one leg.

“No, no-” Beyond’s voice was strangled, cracked right through. “Don’t stop, fuck do not stop-”

Masayoshi could not see Beyond’s face. He was breathing hard, but pushed himself unsteadily up on his arms. Masayoshi didn’t know how he was able to ignore the sensation of Gotou’s cock throbbing against his own, squeezed tightly together, but he managed it, tenderly brushing some of Beyond’s bangs back from his face. “You’re okay…?”

Beyond opened his mouth and closed it, it almost seemed like too much effort to drag words from him, so he nodded his head sharply instead. Masayoshi rested his hand on the side of Beyond’s face and felt his jaw work around. “Fuck,” Beyond moaned, and slid his face in Masayoshi’s hand.

“I’m going to move,” Gotou said, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Beyond’s shoulder. “Slow, okay ‘yoshi?”

“What?” Masayoshi’s eyes darted to him surprised, and Gotou wet his lips.

“When I move out, you press in,” Gotou explained, his voice low and gravelly. “We switch off. But slowly, don’t want to hurt him.”

Masayoshi nodded his head, as he felt Gotou shift and slide out somewhat. Beyond whimpered, and Masayoshi pressed his hips up - and then Gotou was pressing back in, having not fully pulled out, so Masayoshi dropped his hips slowly. Beyond just started making small sobbing noises into Masayoshi’s hand, punctuated by a steady stream of profanity.

When he looked to Gotou’s face, Gotou was concentrating hard, both hands on Beyond’s hips to hold him steady, and Masayoshi gave up, taking Beyond’s face in his hands and pulling him down, swallowing the broken noises with kisses and tongue.

It did not take very long, even going slowly like this - Beyond reared back suddenly, one hand on Masayoshi’s chest - in anticipation Gotou stopped mid-movement and slammed himself back in, filling Beyond totally and Beyond let out a wail and came hard, leaving streams of slick white fluid up Masayoshi’s stomach and chest. Beyond’s eyes almost rolled up in his head, he slumped forward and Masayoshi caught him, concerned.

“Fuuuuck,” Beyond said reverently. “That was fucking amazing, holy shit.” He lifted his head and looked up at Masayoshi glassily. “You have got to try that, ‘yoshi.”

It didn’t seem like an opportune time to point out that he was about to go crazy, as everyone had had a chance to come but him. Masayoshi bit his lip and took strange comfort in the small flare of pain. He needed to shift Beyond off of him, or roll him onto his back so Masayoshi could fuck into him freely or something, when he felt Gotou’s strong hands scoop under his thighs and lift him, slightly. “Gotou-san-?” Masayoshi said in surprise as he felt a pillow shoved under him, and then his legs were pushed back and oh, oh, Gotou was sliding back into him now.

Masayoshi’s entire body thrummed, Gotou fit inside him perfectly, his cock skimming across the spot that made white static crackle at the edge of his vision as he settled against Masayoshi. Masayoshi’s head sagged back and he let out a long, low keening noise - Beyond licked at his mouth and nibbled at his bottom lip, before glancing back at Gotou, who was urging him up off of Masayoshi’s cock.

“I think his cock’s gonna burst if we don’t let him come soon,” Gotou said, mostly sarcastically or at least Masayoshi hoped because that was how he felt. Beyond huffed out a great put-upon sigh and rolled off of Masayoshi. Masayoshi watched him, distracted, as Beyond pumped him for a moment.

“You want I should take it off right now? He’ll come like, right away,” Beyond told him.

Gotou grit his teeth. “I’m close, idiot - take it off.”

Masayoshi felt weirdly detached, watching the way the cords in Gotou’s neck stood out as he held himself still, jaw tight - he clearly wanted to fuck into Masayoshi right now, but Beyond was taking his time, working the cock ring up his straining erection slowly, teasingly - before slipping it off, over the head. “He’s all yours,” Beyond murmured, and Gotou withdrew almost all the way before slamming his hips down into Masayoshi.

That was all it took. Masayoshi yowled, arching almost entirely off the bed as he shuddered, coming so hard that his vision went black for a second. He could feel Gotou fucking into him still, hard and erratic until he let off a noise that sounded almost like he was dying, and he doubled over Masayoshi, kissing him senseless as he rode out the waves of his own orgasm.

“Holy shit,” Masayoshi said wobbly, and promptly passed out.

#

He woke slowly, warm and content despite the strange deep-seated ache between his legs. He was wrapped in a blanket that smelled strongly of Gotou, and realized with a start that his head was pillowed on a warm thigh. Masayoshi blinked and squinted, the overhead light was off and the television was on, he recognized the sound effects of a popular game show.

A hand settled on his head, and brushed his hair back. “Awake now?” Gotou’s voice was soft.

Masayoshi wet his lips and did not move. “Did we just have sex?” he asked, not entirely certain he hadn’t dreamed the entire thing, aching hips aside.

“Yep.” Gotou’s voice sounded amused, but he did not let up carding his fingers through Masayoshi’s hair, stroking his head like he was a cat, or a small child. “Did you enjoy it?”

He closed his eyes and thought about how good that orgasm had been, how different it was from the short, brief ones he had when he took care of business in the shower, on the rare occasions he allowed himself. “It was wonderful,” he said truthfully, and rolled his head back, squinting up at Gotou. He was highlighted by the dim light from the television, dressed now in a clean long-sleeved shirt hanging open over a tee shirt, and his hair was damp, shiny in the reflected light. “How long have you been having sex with Beyond?”

Gotou flinched a little, and Masayoshi felt both hurt and the strangest bit satisfied at the guilty reaction. There was no way that this had been their first time together, not with the familiarity that they had with each other. “A couple weeks,” he admitted finally, not looking at Masayoshi.

Masayoshi moved and Gotou lifted his hand, looking down at him. He pushed himself into a kneeling position, and realized that he was still naked under the sheet. His legs were really stiff, and he was really sore, this was going to take several long hot baths and a weekend of gingerly creeping around to recover from probably. At least his schedule was mostly clear, the last thing he wanted to do was explain to Ishihara that he had gotten his brains fucked out and that was why he couldn’t sit upright properly. Gotou was watching him with some concern, and Masayoshi narrowed his eyes and then punched Gotou in the arm, hard.

Gotou yelped, his hand flying to his arm as he stared at Masayoshi, eyes wide. “You,” Masayoshi said, calmly furious, “have a girlfriend, Gotou-san.”

“I didn’t see that stopping you,” Gotou said sulkily, hand wrapped around his injured arm. “You didn’t have to punch me!”

“Yeah, well, I kinda came in on you two already having sex,” Masayoshi retorted, holding the bed sheet closed around himself primly. “I shouldn’t have, but that doesn’t change things, either.”

“Yeah, is that what a hero tells himself?” Gotou muttered snarkily, and Masayoshi punched his arm again. “Ow! ‘Yoshi, stop it, she said she was fine with it anyway!”

Masayoshi stopped, hand in the air, from punching Gotou a third time. He stared incredulously at Gotou. “You’re telling me that your girlfriend is okay with you having sex with other people?”

“Well, with other guys,” Gotou muttered, rubbing his arm. “A guy has needs, y’know. She’s been suggesting I get … closer, to you, anyway.” He looked away, face noticeably flushed even in the dim light.

“Gotou-san, your girlfriend is strange,” Masayoshi said, and dropped his hand into his lap, sitting back on his heels.

“I know,” Gotou responded, his tone unusually clipped.

“Who’s strange?” Beyond asked, stepping out of the bathroom followed by a cloud of steam. He was completely naked still, except for the towel he was rubbing on his head, and Masayoshi blushed and looked away despite himself.

“Gotou-san’s girlfriend is okay with him having sex with us,” Masayoshi reported, eyes respectfully averted. Beyond didn’t seem to notice or care he was still naked, and he sat heavily on the bed, the mattress dipping, and dropped the towel to his shoulders.

“I know, he told me,” he said, and nudged Gotou’s shoulder with his foot. Gotou refused to look back at him. “I’m beginning to think that she can’t be real.”

Gotou made a small, choked-off noise that Beyond completely ignored. “How are you holding up?” he asked Masayoshi, and he actually sounded concerned, no trace of the usual taunting undertone to his words.

“I’m fine,” Masayoshi said, and tried not to think about how exactly he was going to get from the floor beside Gotou, to the bathroom. He wondered how humiliating it would be to crawl.

To his surprise, he felt Beyond’s hand slide under his arm, and started to help pull him to his feet. “C’mon,” Beyond said. “Up you go. I should probably show you how to, uh, clean out.”

“I can do it myself,” Masayoshi said indignantly, cheeks flaming red - but he didn’t shrug off Beyond’s arm.

“You know, just throwing it out there,” Beyond said as Masayoshi stood, legs trembling like a newborn colt, “I totally wouldn’t mind doing this again.” He looked over at Gotou, and Masayoshi did as well. “For the record.”

Gotou’s mouth twitched. “I think that really depends on ‘yoshi,” he said.

Masayoshi’s teeth dug into his bottom lip, and that thought he had, of Gotou in his lap, riding him with that same wanton look he’d seen on Beyond’s face sprang unbidden to his mind. He could not be getting hard again already, not after all that. “If we’re going to, we should probably use a bigger bed next time,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant, not too eager. “You know, like mine.”