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Sometime in between choosing the same corner as the Itoshis to sip at his cocktail and finding himself half-naked in bed with the two of them, Reo realised that perhaps he hadn’t thought things out very well.
“Having second thoughts, Mikage?” sneered Rin. He’d already stripped out of his dress shirt and his nipples looked very pink and inviting under the yellow hotel room lighting. Reo dabbed at his lips nervously. What had seemed like a good idea at the banquet hall—get shitfaced and have a threesome with two of the hottest people in the room and forget the latest ‘break-up’ with Nagi—was rapidly revealing itself to be an incredibly dangerous venture.
Rin was still glowering down at him but Reo forced his sake-addled brain to ignore the expanse of smooth skin in front of him and focus on the silent spectre in the corner. Sae was painstakingly undoing his tie and cufflinks, looking for all the world as if he didn’t even know there were interlopers in his room.
Reo had noticed, though—the quick double-take Itoshi Sr had done when Rin, made bold by copious small bowls of rice wine, had stripped off his shirt in one smooth motion.
Oh, he thought. He’d stumbled dick-first into some complicated chess game, but what were the rules? And was he a player—or a pawn?
Sae was turning to face the two of them now, top few buttons of his shirt undone and with his sleeves folded up. “Well?” he asked, perfectly monotonous, echoing Rin’s question.
“I’m down,” said Reo, with a nonchalance he felt he didn’t carry off quite well. He undid the front of his shirt and unbuttoned his trousers, mind whirring at light speed. It wouldn't do to appear out of depth here, in this shark tank turned incestuous orgy. The important thing was to smile and act as if everything was according to plan. Yes, he thought nonsensically, threesomes with siblings? Of course I do this all the time.
He watched Rin and Sae out of the corner of his eye. They were ignoring each other with studied indifference; Sae wore it better, of course. Rin was sitting on the other side of the bed, hands on his knees, eyeing Reo impatiently; but his fingers gave him away—they were tapping an irregular staccato as he stole glances at Sae. Sae was leaning on the wall near the bed, hands in his pockets, looking all for the world like a particularly risqué cologne advertisement.
Reo snapped to attention a second early; Rin had moved in a flash and was pushing him down onto the stupidly plush hotel pillows.
“Hey, I didn’t prep myself yet,” he hissed, kneeing him in the stomach.
“You were taking too long, Mik—”
“Don’t call me tha—”
“I’ll prep you,” said Sae coolly, cutting through the din.
Rin froze, swallowed and rolled off Reo. He returned to his post on the other side of the bed watching both Reo and Sae like a hungry wildcat. Reo kept his own gaze fixed on Sae who had a tin of lube in one hand. Sae crooked his fingers and Reo understood the intent behind the motion—spread your legs. He kicked his trousers off and then his briefs; fuck, he was getting hard.
The thing was—there had been wild parties at Hakuho. Reo had popped pills and done shots and ticked off everything an athletic, wealthy teenager with minimal parental supervision would do, finding himself surrounded by other athletic, wealthy teenagers in peak adolescent hunger. He was, for lack of a better word, experienced. And then there had been the ongoing clusterfuck that was Nagi.
Which was all to say: he was truly, completely adrift at sea here. Reo understood hierarchies and he was used to straddling atop them. Here, though, in this room—Sae was magnetic and irrefutable and Reo was horribly reminded of what it felt like to copy his plays—like walking on a tightrope and knowing with a bone-deep certainty you wouldn’t fall. Reo hadn’t felt anywhere as settled anytime recently in his own life.
He was jolted back to the present—the hotel room, Sae in front of him, Rin watching from the corner. Sae had started off with two fingers and was moving them in with slow deliberation. Reo controlled his breathing—meditation had not quite helped with the epic highs and lows of Blue Lock football but it was surprisingly useful in horizontal contexts.
He squirmed around Sae’s fingers, eyes darting from Sae’s serene face to Rin, who was taking in the scene in front of him with dilated pupils.
Sae withdrew his fingers and Reo abruptly felt bereft. He still wasn’t entirely certain about the mechanics of this ménage à trois but he was sure by now that he wanted something inside him; the evening had been horrendous so far and an orgasm would tilt the stock to a net profit.
He wondered if Sae was going to fuck him; stole a glance at his face, still unreadable—but Sae was looking at Rin and opening his mouth to say, “Why don’t you make that cock of yours useful?”
Reo could spot Rin’s erection straining against his pants. He slunk closer to him, preparing to straddle him as he undid his trousers buttons.
“Other way around,” muttered Rin, and Reo settled himself on his lap, so they were both facing Sae. Sae was leaning against the wall again, trousers abandoned, gently fingering himself. Reo could hear Rin’s breathing grow more unsteady; he was sliding his cock between Reo’s thighs in an erratic rhythm. Sae, he noticed, had his eyes half-closed—but he was looking at his little brother all the while as his fingers pumped in and out of his hole.
Reo felt cloistered in; all at once he was reminded of the Second Selection. The room was growing claustrophobic; in the dim lighting, the walls drew closer and closer til it felt suddenly like he and Rin and Sae were all locked up together. Rats in a cage, he thought hysterically, as Sae finished preparing himself, took two brisk steps forward and settled himself daintily on Reo’s cock.
Sae bottomed out around Reo, sighed, and clasped his shoulders. Now Reo had Rin’s cock between his thighs and Sae’s legs wrapped around his own cock. Things, he thought unsteadily, were rapidly reaching critical territory.
“Hey,” said Rin huskily, “Nii-chan, are you just going to sit there on his cock?”
For fuck’s sake, don’t call him nii-chan while he’s got my cock in his ass and I’m sitting on your lap, thought Reo, despairingly. Porn never went into how awkward it could be, fucking people who were blood-related.
Sae ignored him, adjusting himself around Reo’s cock instead. Reo was suddenly grateful for all the strength training Chris Prince had insisted on—otherwise his thighs would’ve been screaming in pain at being squashed between Rin on one side and Sae on the other. He strangled a moan as Sae squeezed his cock experimentally and Sae looked straight at him then.
Reo was stupidly reminded of Nagi; Sae had that same offbeat intensity to him—as if he were a rock the world’s waves would simply break on.
“I’m going to ride you,” said Sae indifferently, “and Rin can fuck you.”
Reo nodded dumbly. It wasn’t as if he could refuse, right now, what with the lean weight of the Itoshis enclosing him. He was just halfway through the motion when Rin lifted him up in one swift, Herculean movement and slid his cock into his hole, still slick from when Sae had prepared him. Reo did let out a strangled yelp at that; Sae was still riding him and it had been utterly terrifying to be pushed up with seventy kilograms of lithe football-cultivated muscle sitting on your dick—but the Itoshis were in perfect sync. Sae had reached his arms out further and clasped Rin’s shoulders when he’d pushed Reo up and the whole thing had gone more smoothly than it had any right to.
Reo was impossibly full now—Rin’s cock inside him and the warmth of Sae around him.
“Hey, wai—” he began, but his voice was strangled as Rin began fucking him in earnest, and Reo discovered that Rin’s talent for always finding the right place on the pitch did, in fact, translate into the bedroom.
He was helplessly pushed forward into Sae by the force of Rin’s thrusts. Rin had found his prostate and his mind was going white-hot with pleasure but he kept his eyes open and saw the exact moment when Sae’s composure broke and he gasped as Reo’s cock dug deeper into him.
A switch seemed to flip in Rin at that; his thrusts became even more ruthless and all Reo could do was moan desperately on his cock. And then Sae was grinding down on Reo’s cock, nails of one hand digging into Reo’s shoulder while the other clasped Rin’s nape. He was panting now too, his taciturn mouth distorted into a grimace.
The brothers were staring at each other over his head. Reo was drunk on pleasure but wasn’t far gone enough to not realise that his body was just another football field for the two of them to tussle on. This wasn’t a pas de trois, this was a duet and Reo was the space between the chords.
Either way, the piece was reaching its crescendo: and then Rin pushed his head past Reo’s and bit into Sae’s collarbone. If Reo’s higher mental faculties were intact, he would have gasped then—but then again, if those higher mental faculties had been present, he wouldn’t have found himself in this situation to begin with. He saw Sae wince at the bite, brace himself and tilt his head to land his own mark on the side of Rin’s neck. What are we, animals in heat? he thought uncharitably, and then climax was upon him.
Sae and Rin came simultaneously and then Reo reached his own climax; a half-beat out of sync, again.
Reo was jolted back to the present when Sae gingerly slid his dick out of him. He made a beeline for the bathroom, Reo’s spend drying on his thighs.
Rin extracted his own cock unceremoniously. Reo rolled over on the bed, burying himself in the plush pillows. His dick ached and his ass hurt and this ‘side quest,’ as Nagi would call it, had left him with a bone-deep tiredness.
“Not very sentimental, is he,” Reo mumbled. Rin tossed a wad of tissues at him and he performed the unglamorous task of cleaning the come out of his ass.
Rin was staring at him now. Reo hoped dearly he wasn’t angling for a round two. “You guys do this, often?” he asked, lips loosened after the carnal experience.
Rin snorted. “Why’d you go along with us?” he said instead, ignoring the question.
Reo grabbed his abandoned dress shirt and pulled it on as he considered how to answer.
Stop, rewind, fast forward. He was chewing canapés in the corner of the party to celebrate the confirmation of the Japan National Team. He was miserable, because the tentative thing that had been building between him and Nagi had gone up in so many mediocre fireworks—again. He was watching Rin and Sae as they migrated their stilted conversation from one end of the room to another, spreading a circle of solitude as they revolved across the hall.
Sae spotted Reo then, pathetic and bereft, and took the excuse to shove Rin off.
A conversation: I watched your match. You copied my plays. And Rin’s. Why?
A repartée: Because you’re the best players I’ve met so far.
Reo had grown up around stone-faced businessmen—Sae had a good poker-face but he’d struck true, and he could see the place surprised pleasure shined through the stoicism. It was a subtle shift, imperceptible by most, but Reo could see it as clear as day.
And then Reo said, bold and feckless, Want to go up to my room?
Why not, said Rin, inserting himself like a particularly clingy girlfriend. Sae shrugged, Reo nodded and Rin set a straight-line course for the elevators.
“Why not,” echoed Reo. “Didn’t seem like there was any good reason to refuse.”
“Aren’t you together with that empty-headed dolt?”
“Don’t call Nagi that,” snapped Reo half-heartedly. He didn’t want relationship advice from a guy who had a psychosexual something going on with his older brother. It was time to change the subject. “Aren’t you scared I’ll—tell someone, what happened today?”
They were interrupted by a towel hitting Rin square in the face. “Go clean up,” said Sae, settling himself on the other side of the bed. Rin opened his mouth to be contrary, probably, and Sae added, “Now, Rin.”
Big brother had come to tie up the loose ends, thought Reo, amused, as Rin banged shut the door of the bathroom.
Sae was looking at him, that cool analytical gaze that Reo had tried his best to replicate on the pitch. Faced with the real thing, he was forced to admit his loss. Yeah; an imitation didn’t hold up to the original.
“Your family’s some big-shot, aren’t they?” said Sae, unconcerned. “I don’t really care how loose your lips will be.”
Describing the Mikage Conglomerate as a ‘big-shot’ was a gross understatement, but Sae was right. He shrugged in appeasement and hoped the conversation would end here. He should’ve known better—geniuses didn’t play by normal rules.
“Why’d you pick up football?” said Sae, dissecting him with his eyes.
“I wanted to win the World Cup.”
Sae hummed noncommittally. “You have to be the best in the world for that—and you don’t become the best in the world without leaving something behind.”
“Like you left Rin behind?” said Reo.
Sae’s eyes flashed, and Reo regretted his question immediately. “You don’t know us, Mikage.”
“Yeah, I don’t,” said Reo, suddenly very annoyed. He was gearing up the energy for a diatribe when Rin banged open the bathroom door once more. “All yours,” he said, without looking at Reo.
Reo took the chance to escape. He cleaned up and thought about dreams and sacrifices.
When he left the bathroom, Sae’s room was empty. A note was hastily pencilled on hotel stationary: Feel free to take the room for the night. - Rin.
Reo crumpled it up and tossed it into the dustbin. He flopped onto the bed; at least one side of it was relatively untouched—and fell into a dreamless sleep.
He woke up before his alarm went off. The bed was large enough for three but other than the detritus of last night’s sexual misadventures, it looked untouched. He imagined Rin and Sae scurrying off to Rin’s room, mouths alternately filled with poison and honey and curling up in the same bed. They were better off than him, anyways.
His phone buzzed.
[You have 1 unread message from Nagi Seishiro]
He hesitated, feeling the Itoshis’ phantom presence in the room. You don’t become the best without leaving something behind.
[Delete unread message?]
<Yes> | No
Sunlight was streaming through the blinds. It looked as if it was going to be a lovely day.
fin.