Triad A Legion Tale by Christian

A quick jab, a swing of the other arm, a rounding movement of the torso that brought the body around and a clenched fist thrust quickly out in front of him...Karate Kid smiled at the new combination. Talokian 'karate' had some truly interesting and effective moves. Shadow Lad had taught them rather well and Val Armorr had to admit that he'd picked them up rather well. It helped that he was interested in learning them, of course, but it also helped that Shadow Lad's tight stomach and partial lower region was visible in his costume with it's triangular mid-drift.

On the way to the shower, Val thought of Tasmian Mallor and his strong body of sapphire. The strong limbs, the beautiful chest, all clothed in ebony, lending to him a mystery that made him irresistable. No one had seen Tasmian unclothed...not even his soul-mate, Lar Gand. Imran Ardeen had pretended not to care during the last hover-ball game when Tasmian had stripped off his shirt, but he had tried to peek as the beautiful man had jumped to spike the ball. They ALL had.

One of the few true luxuries of the 20th Century was the real-water showers. It was relaxing, Val thought as he turned on the hot water. As the steam poured out of the small cubicle, he peeled off the one-piece workout garment he wore. He hung it on the small peg and the towel he had slung around his shoulder beside of it and stepped into the spray. As the water poured over him, he felt the tension in his upper back fading. He ran his hand along his smooth chest and his equally smooth stomach. As he did, he thought of the young Talokian Shadow warrior and how it excited him.

"Oh, sorry!"

Val turned to see the strawberry blond standing in the door of the shower, a slightly embarrassed look on his face. Dirk Morgna smiled widely and was about to step back when he noticed the visible excitement on his teammate's body.

"Is that for me?" He said, partially joking as he met the rich brown eyes with his own blue ones.

"I doubt you'd know what to do with it." Val said, smiling back. "Close the door, will you, you're letting out all the steam."

"Sure." Dirk said.

Instead of stepping back, the teen stepped INTO the circular cubicle and the warm spray of water. He was instantly drenched and smiled widely as the water ran in small streams over him. The water beaded on the even patch of hair that covered his chest and stomach. He ran a hand through it and shook his head, sending water everywhere.

"Well, not what I meant, exactly." Val said, adjusting his body to accomodate Sun Boy. The fit wasn't uncomfortable and was actually rather nice.

"It doesn't seem to have an adverse effect on you." Dirk said, indicating the hardened state of Val's manhood. "In fact, I think you kinda like it." "Kinda." Val admitted with a smile.

Dirk leaned forward and ran a tender hand along the brunette's cheek. It was more that a caressing gesture, it was a communication. In that one small action, the young man had laid bare his heart and maybe more. As his hand touched the smooth skin, Dirk's breath visibly caught in his throat. A soft intake of air as his hand passed along was barely audible.

Val's hand covered Dirk's. For a long moment, the two were locked together. Their gaze into one another's eyes held them suspended in time. Niether said a word, niether made a move and in this way, bared their souls. Warm water spilled evenly on them both as finally Dirk moved into Val, his other hand slipping onto the trim waist and around to the small of the back to pull Karate Kid closer.

Their mouths touched, gently at first but like a flame being ignited, the kiss deepened and strengthened. Their lips glided over one another, their hands doing the same. Their wet, naked bodies touched, melded and echoed every movement of their mouths. Tentatively, Dirk's tongue touched Val's lips and when they parted, slipped forward to explore the deep recesses of the willing mouth being offered to him.

Val's tongue met the challenge. His hands circled the waist of his teammate and held the boy to him. Between them, he felt his manhood throb with a life all it's own. As he thrilled to the feeling of the soft curls of chest hair against his own smoothness, images filled his head. Images of a magno-ball tournament on Braal and as Sun Boy and Karate Kid, they'd attended the games and as they watched their teammate, Cosmic Boy, compete in a celebrity capacity, Dirk had watched with a bit more intensity than say...Phantom Lad would have.

As the kiss ended, Dirk's mouth found his neck. Small, feathery kisses were applied. Val remembered a time they'd been helping the refugees of Naltor and the attack from the LSV came. In an attack, his shirt had been torn to ribbons and later on the shuttle, Dirk's hands had lingered a bit on his skin. He hadn't let Nuran help and had insisted on tending to him, personally. Almost as if he were...

"Yep." Dirk said seriously as if seeing the realization. "I have wanted this for a long time. I feel the same way about you as you do about...him."

"Who?" Val said, feigning ignorance.

"Shadow Lad." Dirk said, turning and leaving the shower and Val. "Dirk, wait!" Val said, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. "Don't leave like this."

As he walked, Sun Boy's power flared and the moisture that had moments ago clung to his body like dew to morning grass was evaporated. His hair hung in soft curls around his shoulders as he ran a hand through it, shaking the tangles from it. He grabbed the crimson bodysuit and yellow belt and headed toward the door of the shower room.

"Dirk!" Val said, grabbing a towel and giving chase. Clearing the shower room door and stepping into the hallway, he saw the retreating form of Sun Boy disappear into his personal quarters. "Damn."

Continuing on, Val went to the door and hit the chime. "Dirk, let me in."

"Come." Dirk said, and the door chime pinged again as Val stepped in.

"I'm sorry." He said honestly, coming fully inside.

"I am too." Dirk said, throwing the suit to a nearby chair. "I thought you might actually give a frag for me...like I do..."

"Like you do me." Val finished for him.

"Yeah."

"I thought you and Element Lad had something." Val said, holding the towel at his waist. "I didn't want to step into anything."

"We do have something." Came a voice from the other section of Dirk's quarters.

Element Lad emerged wearing nothing but a serene expression. His hair was in ringlet curls that were like singlets of pure silken gold that caressed his neck. His blue eyes sparkled in the dim light of Dirk's quarters. His body was smooth all over totally devoid of hair and looked like chisled alabaster as he stepped between the two men.

"Something very special that we thought you could share with us." He said, putting a hand to Val's chest, flattening the palm against the hard flesh there.

Dirk closed the distance and slowly went to stand behind Val. A soft hand pulled back the hair from Val's neck and even softer lips pressed against the skin there. First one, then another, another and another until all along Val's neck, Dirk's mouth moved. A gentle hand started at Val's right hip and slid slowly around to rest on the upper stomach area, holding his body in place even as his own body pressed urgently against Val's.

"I have been in love with you for years." Dirk said, his voice barely a whisper.

"As I have." Element Lad said, stepping forward and pressing himself frontally to Val.

A fragrance surrounded Val Armorr. His senses exploded. He felt the smooth hands on his chest, roaming gently. He felt the hands on his lower stomach. He felt the mouth pressing against his own. He felt the mouth caressing his neck, peppering it with kisses. He felt accutely the staff of warm flesh pressed tightly into his pubic hair alongside his own, as well as, the same warm flesh resting in the cleft of his buttocks. His own manhood throbbed madly with each added sensation.

Again, no words.

Jan Arrah's hand strayed from the upper shoulder of Val's to the upper shoulder of Dirk and down his arm to hold his hand. He felt Val's hand on his right hip and Dirk's hand on his left. A warm feeling spread along his lips as Val's tongue caressed them. So different from Dirk's way of kissing. So much gentler, tender and caressing where Dirk was maddeningly seeking and hungry. Both were enjoyable but different, Jan thought to himself as he responded.

Dirk's mind reeled as he experiienced the sweet, clean taste of the man he had harbored deep feelings of love that spanned easily four years. He bit Val's earlobe, gently chewing, gently licking. Moving his hips, he began to ease his manhood back and forth in the warm, accomodating cleft of Val's perfect rear.

The three men each in turn fell to the floor, kneeling before one another. Hands stroked chests, teased nipples, ran delicately through chest and pubic hair. Sighs, soft moans, gutteral groans of satisfaction filled the room as in turn, each man found something that they hadn't even considered was missing.

Lying on his back, Jan moved around to take the beautiful offering of male flesh Val offered, sliding it into his mouth with the slowness of a birthing star. Tender swirls of his tongue on the underside sent chills both through himself and the recipient. Suction added at just the right moment coaxed moan after soft moan from Karate Kid. With each moan, a new shudder of delight racked Jan's body, causing his own thobbing maleness to jerk.

Dirk's hand held Jan's erection, gliding along it's length in a gentle rhythm. As he would stroke and with each throb brought about my Val's moans, a thick pearl of seminal fluid would seemingly flood his hand. He kissed Val's lips, his tongue exploring and searching. His other hand pinched and pulled on Val's nipple, teasing first one, then the other.

Val's hand held his organ, slowly pleasuring himself. His other hand primed the one that had moments ago slid along his rear cleavage. Thick, creamy liquid coated it and his hand. Leaning forward a bit, he brought the shaft to the opening he'd offered no one else. The large head kissed his hole long and fully before slipping inside. A groan of unadulterated pleasure racked his entire being and shook his head as the long shaft of Dirk Morgna filled him completely even as his own shaft filled the throat of the orally gifted, Jan Arrah.

A rhythm was established that pleasured them all. Dirk's hips thrust forward and back, Val's hips met and counterd every move, bringing his own organ in and out of Jan Arrah's throat, which milked Val more with every movement. Dirk's hand on Jan's erection brought about the same pleasure as Jan's mouth on Val did. Moans of ecstacy filled the room; groans of masculine pleasure echoed off the walls and cries of passion were exchanged.

When the sweet grip of release brought each man to their final pinnacle, Dirk's voice took on a gutteral, almost primal tone and his seed flooded the warm, dark channel that sheathed him so beautifully. Soon after, Val's manly contribution filled Jan's throat with it's sweetness. Finally, Jan's creamy discharge covered all three of them in some form. Spatterings of white cream covered them all beautifully.

The three men collapsed together, Dirk settling soundly into the crook of Val's right arm. Jan's lithe figure slipped between them, not seperating either of them but adding his own dimension to the intricate puzzle of masculinity.

"I DO love you, Val." Dirk said, softly.

"I know." Karate Kid whispered back. "It is just going to take a while."

"I think I love you both." Element Lad said, his voice seemingly the agent that brought all men into a satisfied slumber...