By: Araki

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation.

Summary: Tohma gets a glimpse of Ryuichi's life he didn't know about involving Shuichi and Yuki. Now it's too late to back down, or get out of being part of it.

Warnings: Ongoing Smut

Pairings: Shuichi x Ryuichi, Yuki x Ryuichi x Shuichi, Tohma x Yuki, Tohma x Ryuichi, Yuki x Shuichi, Yuki x Ryuichi, Tohma x Shuichi, Yuki x Tohma x Ryuichi x Shuichi

Word Structure Beta: Roxi

Grammar Beta: Mayhem's Angel

As the president of a well-known music company, Tohma Seguchi was used to the unusual. The chance of surprise didn't even exist since he'd met Shindou Shuichi. He expected almost anything at this point of his life. From beams falling from the heavens and destroying his cooperation in one blast; to large pandas flying through the air at top speed. Even managers using guns to influence their bands had become rather common, so much that the hospital was on speed-dial. Insanity wasn't even the beginning of it any more.

Ryuichi disappearing with Shindou-san was also another common thing that happened. When those two were together, mayhem was always soon to follow. K-san said that it didn't matter much that day. Shuichi wasn't needed for once, and it did keep Ryuichi busy for a couple of hours. However, Tohma needed his singer if they were ever going to get any tracks done at all that day. Noriko wasn't at work either (not that he needed her for what was going on that week). All Nittle Grasper needed were some vocals and solo shots, and like usual, Noriko did hers before going on vacation. And just like usual, Ryuichi kept holding them off because they wouldn't let Kumagorou into the picture. Tohma had also held them off, only because business had him busy.

So, obviously he should have been prepared for any shock that may have come when he opened the door to the Nittle Grasper meeting room. Yet, what he found was completely unexpected and shocking; never the type to think something like this could happen; it wasn't on his To Be Ready For list. He had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing anything, but reality was too harsh. Everything was true, and Seguchi Tohma was surprised, scared, and aroused at the same time.

On a green couch in the room were the two missing vocalists. Not playing games (in a childish sense), but sprawled out, nearly naked, in a tonsil hockey match. Ryuichi, as dominant as the older man was, had Shuichi pinned under him (not that Shuichi seemed to care in the least bit) and was winning the battle of their tongue war. Ryuichi's fingers brushed across Shuichi's hips, embracing the pale skin with his fingertips, and each time they pinched the sensitive flesh, Shuichi's hips would thrust forward.

Tohma swallowed saliva that watered his mouth as he watched the simple touches; watching as Shuichi mouth latched onto one of Ryuichi's rosebud colored nipples, and judging by the muscle toning in his face, he was licking and sucking the bud. Ryuichi's fingers dug into Shuichi's hair, pulling strands and clingingly close to his head, before allowing Shuichi to pull away where they shared yet another heated kiss.

Propping himself against the back wall, where the door hid any entering figures, Tohma watched in shock as Shuichi slid to the floor in front of Ryuichi, his lips pressing to the shaved skin of Ryuichi's hard cock. His mouth brushed against Ryuichi's stiffened shaft, leaving butterfly kisses with his eyelashes and causing the Nittle Grasper vocalist to throw his head back in a loud moan. Shuichi's gaze met Ryuichi's as his mouth enveloped the chestnut haired man's tip. Shuichi's lavender eyes closed as he began to suck the head, his fingers brushing Ryuichi's thigh.

In fascination (and slight disgust), Tohma's body went on autopilot, his fingers brushing through his hair, pushing the strands back as if he was very nervous of the situation. In truth, he wanted to speak up, but his voice locked and refused to work. Ryuichi's voice cried out, and Tohma looked up again from where his eyes had been on the floor, staring at Ryuichi's laid-back body. The vocalist had his legs wrapped around Shuichi's shoulders, thrusting his shaft in the boy's mouth as chestnut hair fell back against the couch. Deep moans filled the unusually quiet room; soon Ryuichi's breath hitched causing Tohma's to do so as well.

Gazing at Ryuichi's face, Tohma felt his own face warm up, his cock harden. It was Ryuichi's game face, all right. The game face in the middle of passion. A red blush glazed his cheeks, sweat meeting along their fall down his chin. His nipples were perked and ready and his cock at full attention as Shuichi let go, breathing light puffs of air on the sensitive flesh. Ryuichi's hands rubbed Shuichi's head, easing the younger singer down again.

The president of NG caught his hand, realizing he had already started to fondle himself. Shaking his head, Tohma reminded himself that he did not think any of this was arousing. Hell, he shouldn't even be watching this! Preparing to walk over and scare the orgasm out of both of them, he was stopped as a breathless moan filled the room as Ryuichi came, pushing Shuichi's head against his releasing erection. It didn't seem Shuichi was fighting it either. His cheeks would bulge some before thinning again, showing he was swallowing the streams of sperm without problem. Tohma wasn't sure to be impressed or be sickened by the act. Shuichi stared up; his lavender eyes seemed much darker - almost a violet - with lust.

Both vocalists leaned in for another kiss and Tohma felt the embarrassment drain from his cheeks, turning them paler than usual. He wasn't more shocked when Shuichi straddled the idol vocalist, and Ryuichi's arms wrapped around the boy's petite waist, pulling them together as they came into a fierce battle of dominance. Ryuichi's hands were playing with Shuichi's pants, brushing at the hidden skin beneath the blue jean slacks.

Unsure of what he was seeing, Tohma watched as one of Ryuichi's hands rested between the two and Shuichi's head threw back in a moan. Tohma became very understanding of what was going on when he watched Shuichi's lower waist lift, very slightly at first, off Ryuichi's lap and the tight blue jeans fall enough to show the skin of BAD LUCK's vocalist's firm rear end.

Inch by inch, Shuichi's trousers fell, revealing his tone bottom that seemed so much like cream that had never been affected by the sun's rays. Tohma felt his mouth begin to water as Ryuichi's lips pressed against the arch of Shuichi's neck and shoulder blades, his pink tongue darting out to lick at the sweat-glistened skin. The pink haired boy let out a mew, his head falling back, his eyes closed. His lips never closed fully, and remained a pleasant 'o', widening every so often with more pleasant mewing moans. The movement of Shuichi's body gave Tohma better view of Ryuichi's penetrating fingers inside the younger male's slender body.

"Ryu..." The boy's fingers were grasping onto Ryuichi's shoulders, pulling both of their warm bodies close to one another - no longer could Tohma see the boy's pleasure-filled face. It was a minor disappointment, in the keyboardist's eyes. Though he could still hear those soft moans coming from Shuichi, he could no longer see that concentrating face of this small boy. One of the few rivals for Eiri's affection. "Ryu-!" Shuichi's head fell back again. Tohma could see on the boy's creamy face, a pink blush covering both cheeks and the boy's small nose. Half-lidded eyes stared blankly at the door that Tohma still, just barely, hided behind. To be honest, the keyboardist wondered if those eyes filled with lust could see him, as they seemed so able to do at that moment. Tohma shuddered faintly as he heard small gasp escape Shuichi's mouth, and yet he had heard nothing from Ryuichi as of yet.

Sharp ears picked up the sound of moving clothing, the couch seemed to make soft noises of having more weight pressed upon it, and Tohma leaned further against the wall, wondering how much more his body could take just watching. His breathing was no longer normal, but had become ragged. His hands, which had lost full connection with his brain, were inside his own suit trousers, cupping his swollen cock. He wanted to groan so badly, but he bit his tongue not to - just so he could see how far the two singers would go.

Once more, he glanced into the room, taking in the two supposed-innocent singers appearances. Shuichi was sprawled out on the couch, again. His pants were hanging off the ankles of his right leg, which happened to be hitched over the top of the couch. Between his legs was Ryuichi. The thirty-two-year-old man was sucking at Shuichi's hardened erection with his mouth. Shuichi's small hands were in fists, clutching the armrest of the couch, nails clawing the material in frustration.

To be truthful, Tohma was more than aware that Ryuichi had no gag reflex, and he knew just how much said singer could take down his throat before being uncomfortable. Not that he and Ryuichi had ever taken each other in their mouths - they were just friends with no benefits out of the deal! Tohma just knew that Ryuichi was not as sexually innocent as people thought and because of Ryuichi's mouth during their teenage years, Tohma knew his ears weren't virgins at all.

Glancing back at the two, the blond got a further view of what was to come - in more ways than one. Ryuichi's lips slid up to the tip of Shuichi's cock, and one of Shuichi's hands flew from the arm of the couch and clutched hold of Ryuichi's head. The bubblegum haired boy's back arched entirely off the couch and he screamed to the heavens at his completion, all the while Ryuichi sucked him dry.

When Ryuichi let go of Shuichi's limp shaft, both vocalists' mouths met in another heated battle - surprising Tohma that Shuichi didn't find it a little bit disgusting to taste himself. The two slowly pulled away from the heated kiss, both flushed and panting heavily, both looked next to completed - but Tohma knew it was far from over. Ryuichi still had not come yet again. Shuichi's leg, which was once on the back of the couch, now draped over Ryuichi's shoulders, his right hand, that had once been in Ryuichi's hair, now rested on the older singer's face, brushing the smooth skin tenderly, and whispering so quietly that - surprisingly - Tohma could not hear him. To be honest, Tohma had sworn that it was impossible for any singer to have an 'indoor' voice.

A smile fell upon Ryuichi's lips, smoothing his face out. His fingers cupped Shuichi's chin, sliding against the rose petal lips that seemed moist, even a darker red than need be, before pressing into the moist cavern. Shuichi moaned, his hand cupping Ryuichi's palm and sucked on the fingers. From a distance, Tohma could see Shuichi's pink tongue dart along the long, slender digits, wetting them and kissing the tips with great precision that had Ryuichi moaning, and Tohma squeezing his hard shaft, trying to relieve some tension. A sudden groan made Tohma stare up again, and just in time no less.

Shuichi's legs, which were already spread before, were spread wider, giving a great view of Shuichi perky little ass. Ryuichi's thumb brushed gently against the skin of both globes that hid Shuichi's puckered entrance, and Tohma's eyes widened as he watched Ryuichi's saliva-wet finger press into Shuichi, stretching the boy. The president's own fingers brushed lightly against his own swollen cock, bringing the hard appendage out of the constricting pants further. The only thought of common sense that remained was telling him he shouldn't be doing this. It had not occurred to him as of yet that neither of the vocalists should be doing this nor that Shuichi was still in a relationship with Eiri. All he could see was Shuichi's pink blushed face thrown back, his lips wide open as he moaned and begged Ryuichi to take him and before long Ryuichi complied with that demand.

The Nittle Grasper vocalist slammed himself inside his predecessor's body, and both moaned in bliss. Tohma's hand worked feverishly at trying to remove the ache that was building up in his lower abdomen and he bit back a moan that wanted so badly to come. He knew it wouldn't be as pretty as the two before him, groaning in pleasure. Both sounded like Angles, even though doing devilish deeds. Tohma scrunched his eyes nearly closed, but through his long eyelashes, he could see both men on the couch, thrusting and panting. Just seeking climax in a way that many people rarely saw in their lives. One of Shuichi's hands were scrapping the fine interior of the couch, as the other was jacking himself off at the same rhythm (as Tohma could tell) that Tohma was going. Ryuichi's game face was even more flushed than it had been earlier, and was screwed into concentration at achieving his end of the deal. Shuichi's back arched off the couch, just as Tohma's hips arched in an angle into his hand, and both came simultaneously. Ryuichi groaned again as he slammed further into Shuichi, before he threw his own head back as he came.

Tohma took a deep breath, using his dry hand to brush traces of cum off his pants before sliding his wet and sticky hand in the pant's pocket. With some sense regained, he quickly opened the door, unnoticed, and snuck out of the meeting room and returned, in a daze, back to his office. He sat there, quietly, replaying all that he had seen in his head repeatedly before his flimsy hands picked up his phone and dialed up a memorized number.

After three rings, Eiri picked up the phone. He didn't seem amused at all that Tohma had called, but was curious as to why the man did since neither of their paths needed crossing...until today that was. "Hello, Eiri-san. I'm sorry to not call so often anymore," he smiled as Eiri muttered he hadn't noticed. "No, don't hang up. I want to talk to you for a second, Eiri-san. It's about Shuichi and...Ryuichi." He heard nothing come from the novelist, so Tohma decided it gave him the go ahead to continue talking. "I saw them today, fornicating, in my meeting room. I just thought it'd be best to tell you now, instead of you finding out much later, the hard way." He leaned forward, his dry hand using wipes to clean the sticky residue and lint off his other hand. Eiri was still silent, and Tohma wondered if he should come over and see if his Darling Brother-in-law was okay. Finally, Eiri spoke.

"I was aware that they were going at it like bunnies. I didn't think they were as bold as to fuck at work, but Ryuichi seems to be insatiable when he wants to be. But I wouldn't be too worried about it, I'll tell them to be more careful when they get home."

Eiri hung up, and Tohma stared blankly at the phone, translating the novelist's words until it finally reached his brain. Eiri knew. He knew what Shuichi and Ryuichi were doing. Which meant this wasn't the first time. Meaning, Eiri was in on whatever was going on! Tohma grabbed his coat, deciding that it was a long enough day. Besides, he had to make sure his brother-in-law understood the seriousness of what was going on.

Almost an hour later, Tohma stepped out of his expensive vehicle wearing his high-class suit and polished dress shoes that had never been scuffed in the limited time of wear. Staring up, his dark, fashionable, sunglasses fell down his nose some, but it still gave him style. The air of superiority still followed as he stepped into the grand apartment complex that housed his brother-in-law, novelist Eiri Uesugi.

Grinning, he pushed up on the elevator, preparing to ride it to the floor his dear brother-in-law lived on. Tohma's eyes sparkling with mischief that had still been there after an hour of being in his vehicle, in the middle of heavy Tokyo traffic from NG to the residential area of the grand and famous people of Japan. Stepping out of the elevator, the keyboardist strolled towards the Eiri's front door, fixing his hat and the faux-fur collar (real-fur was disgusting and highly unfashionable!) of his favorite pleather trench coat.

Going through his pocket, he pulled out his keychain and thought hesitantly for which key belonged to Eiri's door. NG building...House... he smiled as a small silver key caught his attention. With a sly smile, he eased the key into the lock and turned. The door clicked, and opened, allowing him into the dark apartment. Eiri always left the front door locked, that paranoia of his teacher still haunted him about trusting even his neighbors. The lights off, was really new. Usually, the kitchen light was on, even in the day. The study was even dark, the door opened. The usual light that emitted from under the door, turned off and adding to the pitch.

Walking down the hall, Tohma froze when he saw the light from under the bedroom door and heard soft talking, then a giggle. To be more exact, he heard Ryuichi giggle. Ryuichi got here before he did? Tohma shook his head. It was the traffics' fault that he was late. Stepping towards the bedroom door, Tohma placed his ear against the cool wood, and listened closely. He could hear Eiri growl before silence gave an everlasting following. Sighing, Tohma slid the customary Japanese door open and stared into the room with one eye to find what silenced his brother-in-law only to stare into the second most surprising engagement of kissing that day had seen.

Not that watching his best friend and Eiri fight for dominance was a disgusting thing. It was a lot better than watching Eiri and Shuichi or Ryuichi and Shuichi. Anything involving Shuichi was disgusting. Staring at those two was almost as good as being part of the kiss with Eiri. Tohma smiled at that thought, but his gaze never left his singer that was being pressed down against the bed, and spread out in all angles that allowed Eiri every entrance to his body. Eiri was ravishing Ryuichi, and one of his hands was down the singer's undone blue jeans, more than likely playing with Ryuichi's phallus.

From the looks of it, Shuichi wasn't in there, but Tohma couldn't care less as he watched the two in the bedroom. As Eiri pulled away from the vocalist's mouth, he latched onto the Grasper's neck. Ryuichi's threw his head back, and he suddenly cried out, giving Eiri more room to suck lower and latch onto the conjunction of the shoulder blades and neck. Nimble fingers brushed through blonde strands of hair, pulling at the roots as pearly teeth nipped at the pale skin.

"Nagh..." Ryuichi groaned, arching his back up, closer to the writer's mouth, enough for Eiri to move lower, onto smooth, tan nipples. His tongue paid adequate attention to the nub, while his hand played with the other, making the buds perk and harden. Turning his head, Eiri latched his mouth upon the other nub, nipping and playing with the tender flesh, before moving away to stare down, hungrily, at his prey.

Tohma watched, fascinated at how the dominating Ryuichi from earlier seemed so submissive now. As if the hungry gaze of Eiri Yuki had turned the once proud man into any other common man. Ryuichi seemed so needy for the novelist. Eiri pulled back some, his gaze penetrating into Ryuichi's eyes, as if waiting for any type of defiance from an anonymous order. "Do you want me?" He asked, finally. His voice was stern, and gave no signs to it being a question, but more of a statement that Ryuichi nodded lustfully as well. "Take your fingers in your mouth." The vocalist nodded, and did as instructed taking his index finger and middle finger in his mouth. He made a show of it, as if taunting the unknown voyeur. His lustful gaze stared up at Eiri, playing with the two digits as if they were a small cock that could come at any moment.

Eiri reached down, and grasped the incompletely curled fist in his hand, bringing Ryuichi's slick fingers towards the two shiny nubs. "Play with your nipples." Eiri ordered, smiling genuinely. He helped bring the Grasper's fingers to pace on the hard nubs, allowing them to first make circular patterns across the flesh, before leaving Ryuichi to handle it by himself. The vocalist took control well, pinching the tender flesh, and then twisting them almost painfully. But it didn't make him pull back, no, Ryuichi only moaned, and twisted some to relieve tension.

Relaxing himself on Ryuichi's hips, Eiri watched in mock, and Tohma had to wonder why he had such a look on his face. Ryuichi groaned. Tohma wished he was at a better angle to see what was going on, but he got a bird's eye view as Ryuichi jerked his hips upward, and Eiri snorted a laugh. The younger of the two was playing with the zipper of the vocalist's blue jeans, letting the movement of the zipper brush against the hard erection being hidden. Ryuichi groaned again, tightening his nails into his hard nubs, as if trying to change all the pleasure into pain to deal with the main problem. Eiri put a stop to that quickly, though, brushing away Ryuichi's hands.

Ryuichi's gaze fell back upon the novelist above him, panting for more, but that didn't stop Eiri's fingers from wavering down from the base of the vocalist's neck, down to the slope of the belly button. Ryuichi broke out into some laughter, but calmed down as Eiri's palm brushed the bulge in his pants. "Oh..." He whispered, his head falling back again against the pillow.

Sliding the rough fabric down Ryuichi's slender thighs, Eiri quickly rid the trousers that kept him from his goal. That goal being the hard shaft that came into view, painfully erect and at full attention. Eiri brushed his finger against the head, smiling up at Ryuichi. "What do you want me to do?" He kissed the tip and ran his hand down to the base. "Just tell me Ryuichi."

"Nnn," Ryuichi groaned, his head pressing against the pillow, and he mumbled something.

"What was that?" Eiri played, leaning down some, but not enough to hear the next whisper that came from under the pillow. "If you're going to play that way, I'm going back to work." The novelist made movement to get off of Ryuichi's thighs and leave, but the chestnut haired man stopped him, eyes full of lust filling at the brim with tears. Actually, Tohma still found it astounding that at one second Ryuichi could be full of sensual energy, eyes full of knowledge and strength, and next turn into a wide-eyed child that cried when he didn't get his way. Now was one of those moments, and Eiri looked pissed with the change of facial characteristics.

"Touch me..." Ryuichi moaned touching his own cock, flimsily. "...With your mouth..." He whispered. His wide eyes narrowed again as Eiri's hand pressed against his own hand, as well as the tender appendage.

Leaning between the singer's legs, Eiri kissed the tips of Ryuichi's fingers, as well as some flesh of the warm skin beneath. Moving his own hands, Eiri firmly held Ryuichi's hips down, swallowing the large cock in his mouth. Ryuichi's slender fingers lazily pulled away from the novelist's mouth and returned to his painfully erect nipples.

Tohma had to fight to not open the door fully and walk in. He had more class than that. A door slamming shut suddenly caught his attention, and he glanced back towards the sound as a voice rang throughout the home. "Yuki! Ryu! I'm home!" Eyes wide, Tohma opened up the nearest door, the bathroom, and pulled himself in to hide. He could hear the patter of feet against the ground and the door next to the one he hid behind slid open and slammed shut. Finding the coast clear, Tohma stepped out of his confounds lazily, and was glad that when the door slammed shut, it it had fallen back open enough to see what was going on in the room.

Shuichi was climbing on the bed, innocently staring at the pair on the bed. Eiri didn't look very amused with the youngest boy being there, but his narrowed eyes became gleeful as he stared down at Ryuichi, held hostage by the novelist's own weight, then back up to Shuichi who gazed lustfully at his idol. "Come here, Shu-chan..." Eiri raised his hand, invitingly, and Shuichi walked, trancelike, towards the man. Eiri embraced the boy's cheek, his gaze dropping down to Ryuichi, who was playing with his hard erection, waiting. "Do you want a warm mouth down there?" He asked, pulling Ryuichi's hand away. The Grasper groaned in protest.

Eiri's fingers played open Shuichi's mouth, and the boy began sucking on the digits ravishingly, his glazed eyes never leaving the appendage in front of Eiri. "It's ok, Shuichi. If you want, suck him." Eiri removed his fingers, causing Shuichi fell to his knees on the floor, and bend his front on the bed, taking the older vocalist into his mouth. Ryuichi's eyes rolled back as his head pressed into the mattress, and Tohma was left astonished at how things had played before his eyes.

The novelist sat back, watching (just as Tohma was) the two on the bed: Ryuichi withering and Shuichi bobbing his head above the swollen phallus in his mouth. Ryuichi's hands rested within the pink hair, pulling them at the root as shudders and spasms overcame his body as he neared climax. Shuichi never pulled away, nor did he let himself be chocked by Ryuichi's sudden eagerness. The older vocalist's body froze as convulsions shook down his form, his toes curling and fingers clutching the blanket as he screamed loudly to the ceiling just as he came. Shuichi's cheeks plumped some, but he did swallow his idol's sperm. He pulled away slowly, watching as the Grasper relaxed, somewhat, on the bed. Turning to Eiri, Shuichi leaned forward, as if he were demanding a kiss.

"You made a mess." Eiri muttered, using his thumb to brush away the traces from the side of Shuichi's mouth, and the boy took the digit into his mouth, savoring the taste of both the skin of Eiri and the taste of Ryuichi. The NG president blushed at the act. He couldn't stop watching though, even though now Shuichi was there. He was addicted to watching the three, or even two. He'd never thought that this could happen, and any sense to break it up now was no longer a thought (not that it had ever been).

"Y-Yuki!" Shuichi whined, and Tohma stared back, eagerly, into the room to see what else could unravel before his eyes. Eiri's hand was wrapped, firmly, around Shuichi's swollen appendage, leveling the tip to Ryuichi's entrance while the brunette was still recovering. Leading Shuichi inside the older singer, Eiri pushed Shuichi into the mattress, reaching over to an open bottle of lubrication and dipped his fingers in it. Shuichi gave a startled cry as those cold, wet fingers pressed inside his own opening.

Eiri's smirk remained relaxed and Tohma blushed as Shuichi leaned back some, thrusting his hips further into Ryuichi, only so he could take hold of Eiri's ear in his mouth. "Damn brats." Eiri said, coolly. The novelist worked quickly after that, prepping himself as well before beginning to sheath inside of the youngest boy within the bedroom.

Shuichi froze, letting go of Eiri's ear as he shook at being filled. Ryuichi gave a similar reaction, shuddering as Shuichi pushed further in. All three didn't move; Shuichi's arms braced himself above his idol, both vocalists locking eyes with each other. Tohma bit back the moan as he took in further characteristics of all three bodies piled on the bed. He had often seen Eiri without his shirt. He knew how well formed the novelist was. The man had the body of a sex god, having a washboard stomach, and clear abs showing muscles, even though the novelist never went to the gym, he still looked as though he had once in his life.

With Ryuichi and Shuichi, their bodies were twin like. If Tohma forgot about the head on the body, he couldn't have told either apart - somewhat. What differed them the slightest was that Shuichi didn't seem muscular at all, holding a feminine body that supported the aroma of innocence that circled him, even in the most devious of moments. Ryuichi. Ryuichi was more toned than Shuichi was, having been to the gym often, and holding strict diets over the years to ensure a godlike body while on stage. In fact, Tohma was thinking of pushing Shuichi into the same strict diet and exercise. The boy's body could be worth triple than it already was. He smirked at that thought.

"Move..." Ryuichi's voice echoed in the quiet apartment, catching Tohma's attention once again. The NG President was struck over the look of pure ecstasy that was on the Grasper's face when Shuichi began to move. The unimaginable silence was broken by rising moans from both vocalists, as well as the creaking of the shaking bed. Eiri's body pushed Shuichi into Ryuichi, who was being pushed into the knowingly soft mattress, as he clutched onto the sheets. Tohma began putting his money on who would come first; he also began to desire just seeing Eiri in bliss. At that moment, the novelist seemed indifferent by the situation. Besides the small flush on his cheeks, and the sweat building up, he seemed absolutely normal.

"Ah!" Ryuichi screamed. His hand released the sheets and grasped his hard cock, squeezing to relieve pressure. Tohma tightened his fingers against the doorframe, breathing heavily at the tightening of his pants. He gazed longingly at the group, listening to the grunting and groaning that came from their activities. Shuichi's eyes tightened closed as he wailed out suddenly, signaling he came, thus followed Ryuichi, who clenched the pillow's fabric in his teeth. Last, Eiri came, probably the quietest. He grunted, and filled Shuichi. Almost lovingly, he kissed Shuichi's shoulder, and then bit it, causing a small 'ow', to escape the boy that lay on the spent Nittle Grasper vocalist.

Reluctantly, Tohma loosened his clenched hand, pushing himself away from the door. He felt dirty and somewhat ashamed to have stood there - twice - watching people go at it. He didn't do as he should, and just leave the apartment. He took a step towards the living room, his eyes falling in the couch, and he wondered if the three had done the same acts here as in there. Now on the couch was Kumagorou, with a CD headset around its small head, as if listening to music. Tohma grumbled, walking past the couch and into the corridor, where he slipped on his shoes. With one last glance towards Eiri's bedroom, he stepped out of the apartment. Never once, did he hear Shuichi's voice echo throughout the, now, quiet apartment.

"Oh...Yuki...I saw...Tohma...In...The hall."

A tired yawn shattered the silence that filled the office on the top floor of NG Studios. Tohma Seguchi, man of authority if there ever was one, was tired, having not slept in two nights. It wasn't that he'd been working or doing anything that could be considered "work-related", a common reason for him to miss days of sleep. No. He had laid down for the night, another lonesome night without Mika who seemed to spend more and more time at the temple, and daydreamed. Daydreamed about Eiri, Ryuichi, and Shuichi. He saw them in the most intimate of positions, screaming and moaning for each other, begging for release, and Eiri's cold eyes looking towards him, asking 'would you like to join us'. That always startled Tohma, causing it impossible to fall asleep again.

Perhaps that was one reason he was glad Mika wasn't around to watch him become aroused. He wouldn't be able to tell her the truth either, that her brother and his boy-toy accomplished at being the ones at making him sexually frustrated. He and Mika hadn't a real 'healthy' relationship when it came to sex. The marriage had been arranged; at first they had been sex-induced teens, fucking without love. As weeks went by, they become more of best friends than lovers, often finding other partners and returning to the same bed at night, just to keep their families happy. Recently, he and she had thought of having a divorce, but that didn't really matter.

What matters now is the situation he'd placed myself into. Just the thought of being turned on by his best friend, an employee to his company, and Eiri-san. Sure, Eiri-san had turned him on before, there was no denying that. However, Now it wasn't just Eiri-san that had Tohma jerking himself off in the privacy of the bedroom or bathrooms, it was all three, together, in compromising positions. How long had it been that they were meeting to fuck before Tohma found them? How long would it be until the media found about this sexual scandal? Tohma laid his head on the cold wood. Ryuichi was off today, and Shuichi was working, meaning that there was no secret rendezvous going on around the NG building.

"Seguchi-san?" His intercom buzzed, and Tohma groaned, looking at the phone tiredly. "Your brother-in-law is here, and he wishes to see you."

Tohma's fine eyebrows rose, becoming curious of this sudden turn of events. Eiri never came to the NG building, for any reason. Tohma even knew that if the novelist was picking up Shuichi, then he'd just park outside the building and wait. "Send him in." Tohma rushed, staring at the doors as they flew open, and slammed back shut, followed by a click of the lock. Curiosity grew more in Tohma, watching the blonde writer approach the desk.

Eiri didn't say anything as he pulled a chair in front of Tohma's desk, sat down and made himself comfortable. One hand caressed his shades, as if deciding if he should remove them. Reason won, and Eiri removed the dark shades and carelessly tossed them on the desk, his eyes remained on Tohma, staring through him. Dead silence remained in the room as the two watched each other, Tohma had nothing to say. He was too busy fighting the blush from his face to think of anything, and Eiri - Eiri was just being predatory by staring at the NG president. Just stared before his thin lips twisted up in a smile.

Stretching, Eiri leaned his arms under his neck, relaxing comfortably in the chair. "Did you know that Ryuichi loves to be ordered around?" He asked, as if he were the newest gossiper in the crowds. "His cock gets so thick, and his voice cracks, begging for you to fuck him then. However, it's more fun to make him frustrated and ignore his swelling penis. He also likes being rimmed. Having me, or Shuichi fuck his tight hole with our tongues, turns him on, makes him scream-"

"W-Why would I care?" The no longer suave man asked, a blush taking over his face.

Eiri leaned forward, standing to his feet and walked around the desk, a small mocking smile on his face as he circled the NG president. "I thought you'd love to know, I mean, you did sit and watch us fuck in the sanctuary of the bedroom. And, you watched them in the Nittle Grasper conference room, Shuichi saw you both times. You're not very good at hiding, never were if I remember right." Eiri suddenly lifted the slightly shorter businessman off his seat and slung his brother-in-law against the desk on his stomach, throwing items to the floor. Important paperwork scattered in all directions. Tohma tried pushing the novelist away, wanting to yell at him for this sudden attack.

"Eiri-san!" Tohma gasped as the novelist firmly pushed his hand into Tohma's back.

Eiri's breath felt warm against Tohma's back, making little, thin blonde hairs on his back to stand up on end. Tohma shuddered. He glanced back to Eiri, breathing deeply - partly in fear of his brother-in-law's anger. "You watched him and Ryuichi, all while jacking off. Tell me, what turned you on the most? Was it their moans, their twin like movements?" Memories flashed back into Tohma's head, causing him to harden quickly. His eyes widened as Eiri's hands brushed around the edge of his slacks.

Tohma's eyes widened as his belt slid from around his waist, falling to the floor like a limp snake. "Eiri-san, what on earth?" His voice squeaked. Warm breath met his shoulder again, caressing the skin around his neck again, and Tohma hissed, clutching hold of the sides of the desk. Eiri removed himself from Tohma, and the keyboardist prepared to push himself up, but before he could even let his heels touch the ground, he was flung on his back against the hard desk. His breathing quickened as he looked at the possessive gleam in the novelist's eyes.

Long fingers brushed the clasps holding Tohma's business slacks closed, causing a soft gasp to escape the man's lips. Tohma's hands flung from where they had clasped the desk to Eiri's hand, pulling them away from his crotch. "Eiri, what on earth are you doing?" He demanded. Though he'd waited years just to have Eiri touch him 'there', he didn't think the office was the exact place he dreamt, nor did he think Eiri was in his right state of mind.

"I'm giving you what you wanted when you watched Ryuichi and me fuck. The reason why you suddenly hid when Shuichi ran towards the room instead of leaving since you knew that it was not the right time to be there. You know," Eiri muttered, his eyes narrowed with an annoyed look, "you could have just walked in and joined us."

Fumbling hands once more caressed the zipper of the NG president's pants, sliding the simple machine down. Tohma bit his lip as cool hands brought his semi-hard penis into the just as cold air, stroking the hardened shaft to full thickness. All voiced objection seemed dead to the thirty-year-old man as his brother-in-law's weight dropped off his body and to the ground. The older man groaned deep in his throat as Eiri's warm mouth enveloped around his hard cock.

Panting deeply, Tohma thrusted his hips up as the skilled tongue paid adequate attention to the tip of his cock, teasing the head before taking in the full shaft down his throat. Tohma groaned. "Eiri-kun..." He whispered deep in his throat, his lips drying as another moan escaped his lips and his head fell back against the cold texture of the desk. His eyes suddenly closed tightly and he began to pant. Thrusting his hips up again, Tohma moaned loudly as his stomach knotted, demanding himself to cum finally, but he was stopped.

Groaning, Tohma forced his eyes to open and stare at the cunning golden eyes staring back up at him from above his erect penis, one hand clasped at the base of his cock, stopping him from cumming at that time, if at all. "Eiri-kun." He rushed in one deep breath. The novelist leaned close to Tohma's lips, sealing them warmly. "You've known Ryuichi for years now. Tell me, were you ever friends with 'benefits'? Before my sister, just to relieve sexual tension. Suck his large penis as he sixty-nines you, the unbelievable sensation of his tongue embracing your cock as you sucked on his." Eiri kissed the skin at the base of Tohma's neck, loosening the deep red, classy, tie.

"Nagh..." Tohma groaned.

"That's not a word, Tohma, nor is it an answer." Eiri smirked, nipping at the Grasper's collarbone. The tie slid around his neck, very snakelike, before dropping to the ground. The novelist's warm hands brushed gently against Tohma's chest, snapping buttons from their safely fitted slots. The Nittle Grasper keyboardist gasped as the cold struck suddenly, and the warm fingers brushing against his now-erect nipples caused simulation in his penis to stiffen further. Suddenly he jerked up, clinging tightly to the somewhat taller blonde, panting breathlessly. His hard cock brushed again against Eiri's thigh, causing Tohma to thrust his hips against the hard thigh belonging to that of the young novelist. Eiri moved, his clothed thigh pressed up against Tohma's erection before lowering again. Tohma's manicured nails clawed into his brother-in-law's shoulders, thrusting, again, against Eiri's thigh before throwing his head back in a moan as he came, ruining his dress pants.

Falling back against his desk, Tohma watched, tiredly, as Eiri unzipped his black dress pants and eased his hard cock out. Tohma couldn't fight the blush that captured his face, just imagining where Eiri was planning on shoving the well-used appendage - not to get confused with just seeing the huge dick. Tohma had seen it before, just not aroused as it was now. Eiri leaned over the music industry president, his warm breath against his ear made shudders flood through Tohma's sensitive body.

"How long have you wanted me, Tohma?" Eiri whispered. Tohma refrained from answering that, embarrassment taking over him. "Since we met? Don't play dumb. I've always seen the way you've looked at me, with adoration...lust." Eiri's voice became very sly, taunting Tohma. The older blonde prepared to speak, to at least defend himself verbally, but as a breath escaped his lips to begin speaking, a gasp overcame him. Eiri's hand was rubbing his hypersensitive dick, bringing it to life again. Tohma bit his lip, to stop a scream from suddenly overcoming him.

Tohma's head turned, his body becoming tense as Eiri pressed against him, his round appendage sliding, firmly, between the two firm globes. It never penetrated, only teased Tohma's pulsing entrance, extracting moans from the usually calm man. "Please, Eiri-san..." Tohma groaned.

Eiri pulled away, his hand leaving Tohma's awakened penis and pressed within the two globes, teasing Tohma's entrance with the precum that had been acquired during the foreplay. "If you really want me, then drop the san." Eiri pressed a finger into the tight ring of muscles. Tohma groaned, unable to fix his last sentence to Eiri's demand. The novelist pushed a second finger into his best friend, using his other free hand to spread Tohma's legs at a larger angle, straining the muscles at the leg joint. Tohma groaned as the two fingers gave a scissor motion and Eiri slid in his third finger. "Do you want me, Tohma?" Eiri whispered. Tohma bit his bottom lip, trying to gain some control of the situation and not fall victim to Eiri's undeniable charm. "Big brother..." Eiri breathed, playfully, "do you want me in you?"

"Yes!" All restrain broke, and the keyboardist moaned as the fingers were removed from his body, replaced by the novelist's phallus. With one thrust, Eiri was enveloped by Tohma's warm body, and he froze right there. Tohma moaned, biting his lip as he relaxed to the intrusion. Finally, Eiri moved, and Tohma reached up, clinging to the younger male's shoulder as a rush of pleasure overcame his systems. His senses began to explode as Eiri evened his thrust, brushing against Tohma's prostate and causing the man to see stars.

A rush of ecstasy overcame Tohma, causing him to fling his hips against Eiri, taking more of the man in him. A shudder flooded from head to toe as the action was repeated, knotting his stomach. "Eiri-!" He cut himself off at the word '-san', knowing that Eiri would have no problem with just stopping in the middle of sex. Tohma clenched his anal muscles as the novelist was pulling out, extracting a possessive growl from the younger man. Eiri's free hands, which had been pinning Tohma's hips down, trailed up the boyish man's small figure, towards Tohma's shoulder, pushing his brother-in-law down against the desk. Tohma gasped as the cold surface conflicted with his warm skin.

Eiri leaned down, again, his warm breath brushing against the delicate blonde hairs on Tohma's flawless skin. Tohma groaned, bringing his hands down to his cock, jerking some tension off. "Eiri..." Tohma whispered as said man nipped at his collarbone, leaving a mark for the world to see. That was all Tohma needed as he came between both of them, feeling the once nip to his shoulder blade become a possessive bite, signaling the man had come as well.

Tohma laid there on the desk, hissing as Eiri pulled out of the keyboardist's lithe body and walked away, leaving the blonde on the desk alone. He could hear the water in his private restroom turn on, but Tohma ignored it as he lazily slid from his desk and onto the floor, staring blankly at the full window. "Ryuichi is usually over at my apartment four out of the seven days. The other three are mainly just Shuichi and me." Eiri's voice broke the silence. Tohma turned his head to face the man. The novelist's looked just as he did when he first walked in the room, except his once dry outfit was now wet and cleaned - at least to the point you couldn't find anything unless looking for it. The blonde was looking at the mess scattering the ground, picked up his dark shades, and slid them on. "I'm picking up my main brat." He stepped towards the door, his voice echoing through the room, "you better get dressed quickly before your secretary gets back from wherever she went to." He opened the door, left, and slammed it shut again.

Remaining awkward on the floor, Tohma looked at his, nearly shredded, clothes. His office was a mess. Cum was splashed in all places on his desk, showing the use it wasn't really made for. Tohma didn't care though, a smile took over his face as he sat up. He'd meet up with Eiri and the others at some time. Their little rendezvous were going to include him from this point on. He smirked, standing up to full glory and leaned against his desk. Perhaps the recent events weren't so bad.