i am subtle like bricks
Reposting what I wrote for fic_the_faith. It was my first exchange ever, and it was really fun. Originally posted here.
Title: If You Can’t Beat Them...
Pairings/Characters: Nakamaru Yuichi, Taguchi Junnosuke, Tanaka Koki
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: established Junno/Koki, Nakamaru’s distress, threesome, abuse of pseudo-military protocol
Notes: I had a blast writing this, and I really hope you enjoy reading it, sekky_chan. ♥
Summary: Nakamaru is growing increasingly wary of opening doors. Really, he is.
Nakamaru should be used to seeing so many strange things by now, but wonders never cease. Lately he’s noticed that his T’s have been... stranger than usual. The amount of weird situations he’s walked into has increased threefold ever since Kame had to make that joke on Music Station. And, well, it’s made his life so much harder.
Shortly after that incident, he’d walked into their dressing room, only to be greeted by the dubious sight of Taguchi on his knees in front of Koki. He couldn’t be sure what was going on, but there was a lot of what a good boy and stroking of Taguchi’s hair on Koki’s part. Nakamaru was shocked when he’d first witnessed it, and honestly, he still was. Surely they wouldn’t be doing that at work. Right. It was probably best not to dwell on it; otherwise Maru would drive himself mad.
Days had passed since the last incident, and Maru had almost fully forgotten the thing he’d witnessed in the dressing room. Unfortunately, he’d had the poor timing (again, seriously his luck was awful) to open the dressing room door to find... what looked like Koki and Taguchi playing superheroes? Whatever it was, it involved a gratuitous amount of yelling (mostly Koki) and being tickled (mostly Junno) while they wore matching jackets. Koki was Blue this time, and Junno must have been the rival. Nakamaru wasn’t sure why it would involve so much of Koki having to straddle Taguchi... unless... oh no, not again. Maru quickly stepped backwards out of the room, uncaring if he alerted the other two to his presence or not.
Suitably weirded out, Maru tried his best to forget it. Really, he was losing sleep; Koki and Taguchi’s mutual strangeness was haunting him. Every incident replayed itself on the backs of his eyelids every night.
The next time he met up with Ueda, he mentioned how he kept finding the other two doing extra weird things. It really was bothering him, and he had to talk about it to someone. Sadly, Ueda was no help. “Just ignore it” indeed. Maru was growing more and more afraid of opening their dressing room door; sometimes he needed to go in there, too.
*
Maru couldn’t help the growing annoyance he was starting to feel whenever he had to bear witness to the new, fifty-percent more strangeness that was Koki and Junno’s antics. It was like the two of them were attached at the hip, and Maru wasn’t sure how he felt about that. They used to pay him equal attention, though there was considerably less touching back then.
*
Even weeks later, there’s still near-constant Koki-and-Junno weirdness. It kind of leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, saying their names together like a single entity. Maru isn’t sure when he got so emotionally invested.
Maru’s unsafe zone has gone from being only KAT-TUN’s dressing room, to being within fifty yards of Koki and Junno. It’s utterly impossible to ignore, and Maru wants to know what Ueda’s zen methods are, because whatever it is, it’s working smashingly well. Kame seems unfazed by the events happening right in front of him; Maru thinks this is because he sort of had a hand in making it happen, and also because he has so many other obligations going on that he just doesn’t have the time or energy to get bent out of shape over it.
Besides, Maru thinks he’s the only one that ever gets accidentally pulled into their games of footsie under conference room tables in dull meetings. There was also that one time Maru had glanced to his right (completely out of concern, he’d heard Koki make a choking noise) while they were going over details for the latest concert, and he’d gotten an eyeful of Junno’s hand snaking into the open fly of Koki’s trousers. What made it even worse was that Junno had had the audacity to look him in the eyes as he groped, smirk playing around the edges of his mouth.
It would be an understatement to say that Maru was shocked. He could go on, mortified, appalled, horrified, intrigued, curious... Wait, he wasn’t intrigued. Or curious. He was deeply unsettled by their lack of decorum, and their complete lack of shame. That was it.
*
A rare day off, with no dubious happenings to burn his eyes. As it was, though, Maru still couldn’t stop brooding about things. Things he shouldn’t be dwelling on, like the way Koki and Junno were so wrapped up in each other, and how oblivious they were to their surroundings. Maru couldn’t help but grumble under his breath to himself as he tried his best to relax, park bench all to himself and beautiful weather, while birds gathered at his feet, uncaring of the fact that he was talking to himself and scowling, or that every handful of breadcrumbs were more flung than gently tossed.
It was during a lull in Maru’s unhappy monologue that it happened.
They must have been following him, because as he hurled his last handful of crumbs, brow furrowed and lips curled in disgust, Maru was joined (more like intruded upon) by none other than Koki and Junno. Maybe if Maru didn’t acknowledge their presence, they would leave him alone.
Of course, his luck would dictate that they accost him, each of them sitting unnecessarily close to either side, encroaching upon Maru’s personal space. Well, he couldn’t ignore them this way; may as well try to be civil. Woodenly, Maru greeted them. “Koki, Junno, what brings you two here today? To this specific place?”
Koki curled in close, which was a little startling. Apparently he’d lost all sense of how to act in public; it must have been Taguchi’s influence. Maru wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so he focused his attention on Junno.
“Oh, just out for a walk, Yuichi. We’re planning on going shopping; I’d really enjoy it if you came with us.” Junno grinned brightly at Maru as he stretched and dropped his arm around his shoulders, all slick and casual. Maru kind of wished he could be so smooth and shameless, unable to extricate himself from their grasp.
There was no way for Maru to bow out gracefully, so he shrugged as best he could. “Well, I suppose I could.” He tries to ignore the glint in Junno’s eye as he peers down at Koki, though he’s already dreading whatever it is he’s about to witness.
Maru follows along a few paces behind them, grimacing at the way Koki and Junno bump their elbows together as they walk shoulder to shoulder. Really, he wishes he could have gone on doing his best to ignore the hollow feeling in his gut every time his thoughts linger on their new closeness.
The three of them wind up in a shop tucked away on a quiet side street. Maru doesn’t really care for any of the clothes there, and subsequently loses Junno and Koki as he disinterestedly paws through a rack of sweaters. He’s kind of impressed that someone as ridiculously tall as Junno manages to vanish, and also annoyed.
Maru walks to the back of the store, where the changing rooms are, and he immediately regrets it. He can hear urgent whispers and dubious shuffling and rustling, and it’s obvious what they’re doing, because there’s no reason two grown men should both be using the same cubicle to try on clothes. It doesn’t help their case much when Maru glances down, seeing their feet close together, along with what sounds suspiciously like Koki hissing out a rushed “Come on.”
Maru can’t take it anymore. He marches out of the store, ready to go home and be comforted by his dogs. Once he’s far away enough, he’ll text the two of them to say something had come up.
*
Maru makes it home, getting as far as burrowing under his covers to sulk. Really, he wouldn’t let Koki and Junno’s closeness bother him, he just needed to work his way through whatever this was. He was being silly, getting all bent out of shape over things that shouldn’t concern him.
He’s rolled up tightly in his blanket, staring at the wall when the doorbell chimes. Maru will just ignore it; everyone that comes to visit always calls him first. It stops, and Maru relaxes into his nest of pillows. However, Maru had forgotten that Koki had a spare key; he’s startled when a gentle hand grips his shoulder and Koki murmurs quietly, “Yucchi?”
Maru can’t really resist Koki, especially when he’s so hesitant and subdued. He heaves a sigh, then wriggles in his blankets to turn over and face Koki.
“Yes, Koki?” Maru tries to keep his voice level as he looks anywhere but Koki’s face. His gaze settles on his bedroom door, where Junno is standing, brow furrowed in clear concern.
Koki settles down next to him as he begins to speak. “Yucchi, are you annoyed with me and Junno? We don’t want you to be mad at us.”
The tiny pout Koki’s mouth settles into almost undoes him. He’ll be firm, though. Maru sighs, then responds. “Koki, I’ve walked in on you and Taguchi doing things so often over the past few months, and it’s quite unnerving. Don’t you two have any sense of common decency?”
He’ll leave it at that. He’s too old to get jealous.
Of course, for once Junno isn’t completely random with his response. He seems emboldened as he steps further into Maru’s room, then crouches down next to Koki. He’s got that glint in his eye again, Maru notes. “Yuichi, have you ever maybe, say, wanted to take charge in those situations?”
Maru is speechless; he’s being propositioned for a three-way and it’s no joke, judging from the way Koki looks down and twists the edge of one of his blankets anxiously. Initially, he wants to deny the accusation, but he can’t. It’s too good of a chance to throw away; how does Junno even know about his burgeoning morbid fascination with their antics?
He can’t form an answer, from sheer surprise, and Junno smoothly cuts in before he can start babbling like a fool. “Yuichi, you don’t have to answer now. I just figured you’d enjoy giving us some general direction, you know how it is. Sometimes Koki needs it, sometimes I need it, and we’ve managed so far. Let us know whenever you’re ready.”
With that, Junno grins, then gets back up and leaves Maru staring stunned at his back, careless wave of his hand over his shoulder. Koki looks up at Maru, almost bashful as he stands and follows after Junno. “I hope you’ll join us sometime, Yucchi.”
Maru rolls onto his back, staring up at his ceiling. Huh. For once, it seems, his life isn’t that hard.
*
The next time Maru is blindsided by walking into KAT-TUN’s dressing room, he steels his resolve, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it.
All he knows is that this time, Junno and Koki are stretched out and tangled together on the couch, napping between engagements. They look cozy, and deceptively innocent, and it makes Maru feel less hollow to think of their roundabout way of asking him to join them.
It’s been a while since the three of them went out for a survival game, so Maru decides he’ll ask Junno and Koki to come with him on their next free weekend. He really hadn’t realized that he’d missed spending time outside of work with them. In the meantime, he’ll settle down with his coursework while the steady rhythm of their breaths fill the room.
*
It’s a beautiful day for romping through the wilderness with paintball guns, and Maru is thoroughly enjoying himself, crisp air a refreshing break from city air and perfectly planned schedules. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the thrill of the chase, and being the one calling the shots.
Which, as it seemed, was something that Koki and Junno were also enjoying. From his vantage point hidden behind a tree, he can watch as the two of them effortlessly and efficiently carry out his whispered orders and careful hand signals.
It’s almost like Maru is watching some sort of strange yet graceful animal as Junno and Koki flit from sheltering rocks to shadowy brush, the light sheen of exertion evident on their brows and arms. Really, it’s quite entrancing to watch, and Maru finds himself biting his lip at the way they work together, following his orders flawlessly.
Under Maru’s command, his team takes an easy victory. Sweaty and jubilant with their win, the three of them return to the cottage that they rented for the weekend.
They kick off their boots in the entryway, and Maru is still thinking of signals and commands and tactics. He can’t resist as he murmurs another command. “You’re going to go to the bathroom. Hands to yourselves, boys.”
Maru follows along at a leisurely pace, last to the bathroom, and pleased to find that Junno and Koki are continuing to do exactly as they’ve been told, eyes forward and awaiting instruction. He could get used to this. Leaning against the door frame, Maru drinks in the sight. They’re concentrating so hard on their orders, Junno’s fists loosely clenched and Koki’s lips slightly parted as he takes shallow, panting breaths.
Stepping carefully past the pair, Maru turns the tap, hot water slowly steaming up the room. He turns to face Junno and Koki, studying the way they’re patiently waiting for his orders, eyes glittering with what Maru thinks must be anticipation.
“Alright, soldiers, you’re going to strip. Then you’re going to bathe, quickly, and await further orders in the bedroom.” Maru watches as Junno and Koki peel off their damp shirts and shimmy out of their fatigues, then step under the spray. They’re eager as they rinse off, and Maru is pleased that they refrain from engaging in any funny business. He watches impassively as they step out of the shower and grab towels. Maru takes his turn in the shower, quickly washing the sweat and forest grime off. As he steps out to dry off, he hears the tell-tale snap of a towel, and a choked-off squeal from who he suspects is Koki.
Wrapping his own towel around his hips, Maru quietly enters the bedroom. Koki is glaring up at Junno, absently rubbing his hip. So, maybe they aren’t that great at following orders; that’s okay, though. Maru knows exactly how to fix that. He steps further into the room and clears his throat, taking great pleasure in the way Koki’s eyes widen in surprise, and Junno looks less like the cat that got the canary and more like he knows he’s in for it now.
Maru speaks clearly and assertively, enjoying the power he has over Junno and Koki, even if it’s only temporary. “I was ready to commend you on your teamwork and ability to follow orders. Then I heard what must have been horseplay as soon as the two of you were out of my sight. I’m very disappointed; I’ll just have to discipline you now. Junno, hands and knees, on the bed. Koki, you’ll be my proxy. Remember to keep count.”
For a moment, Koki and Junno glance at each other. From the almost apprehensive look on Junno’s face, to the way Koki’s eyes light up, Maru gleans that this is not the usual order of things. A few seconds of silent, raised-eyebrows conversation, then the moment passes and the two of them resume following orders.
Junno climbs onto the bed as instructed, swallowing thickly. “Yes sir, General sir.”
Maru loves the sound of that, and barks out, “Koki! Begin!” The only sounds in the room are the smack of Koki’s hand across Junno’s ass, and Junno’s increasingly disjointed counting. As Junno chokes out a mangled twenty, Maru’s voice rings out. “Stop!”
Koki’s cheeks are flushed as he looks up at Maru, hands clasped behind his back. Junno remains as he’d been instructed, even though he’s slumped into his crossed arms just a bit as he attempts to catch his breath.
“Permission to speak freely, sir?” Koki’s voice is a bit strained, but he keeps his eyes trained on Maru. Maru nods, waiting for Koki to continue. “May I procure the necessary supplies? They’re in our kit, because sometimes... well, sometimes the outdoors are nice.” Koki glances away at the last second, suddenly interested in the wall to Maru’s left.
“Of course, Koki. Make it fast though.” Maru dismisses him with a curt nod, then saunters over to stand over Junno. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, soldier. I won’t be so lenient in the future.”
Junno responds, a bit shakily. “Yes, sir.” The lines of his back are tense as Maru trails fingers down the knobs of his spine.
Koki returns with a strip of condoms and a suspiciously large bottle of lubricant. He has the good grace to look a little abashed at Maru’s raised eyebrow.
“Koki, you know what to do. Get Junno ready; quick but thorough.” Maru watches closely as Koki does as he’s told, lubing up his fingers and gently prodding at Junno’s rim before speeding up. Koki adds a second and third finger as Junno begins to claw at the sheets, moans ringing out in increasing volume. He pulls away abruptly when Maru clears his throat and reaches past to push Junno onto his back.
Maru hands a condom to Koki, watching as he eagerly rips it open and rolls it on before glancing back at Maru, eyes questioning. He nods in approval, slicking a last layer of lube down Koki’s length, then steps back to give him room to clamber onto the bed and settle between Junno’s thighs. Koki presses in slowly, biting his lip as Junno exhales, the both of them faintly flushing under Maru’s watchful eyes.
“Koki, stop. Remain as you are,” Maru says as he squeezes out more lube into his cupped palm, wetting his fingers and sliding them along Koki’s crack before teasing him open, savoring the tiny whimpers he can’t keep quiet as Junno digs his fingers into Koki’s arms. Maru keeps going, slipping middle and ring fingers in at once and wringing a shuddering groan from Koki. He takes that as his cue to pull his fingers out and roll his own condom on, murmuring a soft, “Relax, it’s really in your best interests to do so.”
As Maru begins easing in, Koki takes a deep breath and leans forward as much as he can. He buries his face in the side of Junno’s neck while Maru strokes the length of his side. Finally, Maru is fully seated, pressed flush against Koki’s back. “We’ll start now. Your only objective is to come when I say.”
Both of them gasp out weakly, their chorus of “Yes sir” launching him into action, inexorably speeding up. Koki’s pressing back against Maru, desperately trying to keep up with Maru’s rhythm, until giving up and allowing Maru to dictate his thrusts into Junno.
All Maru knows is Koki’s tight heat, and the knowledge that he’s fucking Junno at the same time, after a fashion. Soon all Maru can hear are their gasps and moans, and he’s pretty sure that both of them are still calling him “General.” It spurs him on, urging him to push through Koki’s increasing resistance.
Junno’s wail cuts through Maru’s single-minded determination to fuck them through the mattress. “Please, sir, I can’t hold on anymore. General, sir, please let me come.”
Maru grabs Koki’s hand, lacing their fingers together, and he wraps them around Junno’s cock. He strokes roughly, watching as Junno’s jaw begins to go slack. “Now,” is all Maru says, and he’s gratified to hear Junno’s quiet sir as his release splashes over his and Koki’s entwined hands.
Maru can feel Koki beginning to shake as he whimpers. “General, I can’t... can’t wait much longer. Please.”
Maru thrusts harder, pushing Koki deeper into Junno. All Junno can do is try his best to recover, though Maru thinks it must be hard, what with the way he’s fucking Koki. Koki is almost sobbing with the need to finish, so Maru decides to have mercy, leaning forward to hiss directly into Koki’s ear. “Permission granted, soldier.”
Koki screams roughly, his orgasm pulsing through Junno and pulling Maru’s from him. Maru could swear he sees stars as he collapses onto Koki’s back, the three of them a sweaty and exhausted tangle of limbs. Reluctantly, he peels himself from Koki’s back and pulls out, only to flop onto the mattress next to Junno. Koki pushes himself up on shaky arms, slipping out of Junno and standing on wobbly legs. Wordlessly, he extends a hand to Maru, waiting for him to tie off his condom.
Maru watches through hooded eyes as Koki leaves to dispose of the condoms, then turns his head to observe Junno. He watches fascinatedly as Junno struggles to catch his breath, eyes closed and fists clenched in the sheets. Momentarily Koki returns with warm washcloths, dropping one on Maru’s chest as he wipes the sweat from Junno’s brow before wiping down the length of his body. Koki drops the rag to the floor, then clambers over Junno to give Maru the same treatment, his cloth meeting the same fate as Junno’s. Finished with clean up, Koki climbs over Maru and urges him to scoot to the middle of the bed and pull Junno close.
The three of them doze off, sated in more than one way.
*
Maru wakes up to stifling warmth. He glances down to find Koki and Junno wrapped around him, their fingers tangled together on his chest, and his cheeks flush crimson. He’d been pretty sure that this trip would have been strictly platonic, but he takes comfort in the way he’d been invited to participate in their still sort of strange relationship.
He closes his eyes, wriggling a bit to wrap his arms around their shoulders, and settles back into a peaceful sleep.
*
The next time Maru walks into KAT-TUN’s dressing room, he finds Koki wearing a skirt and sitting in Junno’s lap. Instead of turning tail and running, though, Maru shuts and locks the door behind himself before crossing the room to get a better vantage point.
*
Maru tolerates the accidental games of meeting footsie much better now, and he’d even dared to sneak gropes under tables. It’s quite satisfying to be the one responsible for Junno’s surprised noises during particularly boring meetings, and to share conspiratorial glances with Koki.
*
Maru can’t help but smirk a bit when Kame walks into their dressing room, brow furrowed as he reads the card attached to the ostentatious flower arrangement Maru had had delivered to his flat. “Thanks for what, Nakamaru-kun?”
“For being a friend.” Maru catches Junno’s eye as he leans over Kame’s shoulder to peer at the card, and smiles. His life definitely isn’t that hard, not when he gets to indulge in Junno and Koki’s strange behavior too.
Title: If You Can’t Beat Them...
Pairings/Characters: Nakamaru Yuichi, Taguchi Junnosuke, Tanaka Koki
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: established Junno/Koki, Nakamaru’s distress, threesome, abuse of pseudo-military protocol
Notes: I had a blast writing this, and I really hope you enjoy reading it, sekky_chan. ♥
Summary: Nakamaru is growing increasingly wary of opening doors. Really, he is.
Nakamaru should be used to seeing so many strange things by now, but wonders never cease. Lately he’s noticed that his T’s have been... stranger than usual. The amount of weird situations he’s walked into has increased threefold ever since Kame had to make that joke on Music Station. And, well, it’s made his life so much harder.
Shortly after that incident, he’d walked into their dressing room, only to be greeted by the dubious sight of Taguchi on his knees in front of Koki. He couldn’t be sure what was going on, but there was a lot of what a good boy and stroking of Taguchi’s hair on Koki’s part. Nakamaru was shocked when he’d first witnessed it, and honestly, he still was. Surely they wouldn’t be doing that at work. Right. It was probably best not to dwell on it; otherwise Maru would drive himself mad.
Days had passed since the last incident, and Maru had almost fully forgotten the thing he’d witnessed in the dressing room. Unfortunately, he’d had the poor timing (again, seriously his luck was awful) to open the dressing room door to find... what looked like Koki and Taguchi playing superheroes? Whatever it was, it involved a gratuitous amount of yelling (mostly Koki) and being tickled (mostly Junno) while they wore matching jackets. Koki was Blue this time, and Junno must have been the rival. Nakamaru wasn’t sure why it would involve so much of Koki having to straddle Taguchi... unless... oh no, not again. Maru quickly stepped backwards out of the room, uncaring if he alerted the other two to his presence or not.
Suitably weirded out, Maru tried his best to forget it. Really, he was losing sleep; Koki and Taguchi’s mutual strangeness was haunting him. Every incident replayed itself on the backs of his eyelids every night.
The next time he met up with Ueda, he mentioned how he kept finding the other two doing extra weird things. It really was bothering him, and he had to talk about it to someone. Sadly, Ueda was no help. “Just ignore it” indeed. Maru was growing more and more afraid of opening their dressing room door; sometimes he needed to go in there, too.
*
Maru couldn’t help the growing annoyance he was starting to feel whenever he had to bear witness to the new, fifty-percent more strangeness that was Koki and Junno’s antics. It was like the two of them were attached at the hip, and Maru wasn’t sure how he felt about that. They used to pay him equal attention, though there was considerably less touching back then.
*
Even weeks later, there’s still near-constant Koki-and-Junno weirdness. It kind of leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, saying their names together like a single entity. Maru isn’t sure when he got so emotionally invested.
Maru’s unsafe zone has gone from being only KAT-TUN’s dressing room, to being within fifty yards of Koki and Junno. It’s utterly impossible to ignore, and Maru wants to know what Ueda’s zen methods are, because whatever it is, it’s working smashingly well. Kame seems unfazed by the events happening right in front of him; Maru thinks this is because he sort of had a hand in making it happen, and also because he has so many other obligations going on that he just doesn’t have the time or energy to get bent out of shape over it.
Besides, Maru thinks he’s the only one that ever gets accidentally pulled into their games of footsie under conference room tables in dull meetings. There was also that one time Maru had glanced to his right (completely out of concern, he’d heard Koki make a choking noise) while they were going over details for the latest concert, and he’d gotten an eyeful of Junno’s hand snaking into the open fly of Koki’s trousers. What made it even worse was that Junno had had the audacity to look him in the eyes as he groped, smirk playing around the edges of his mouth.
It would be an understatement to say that Maru was shocked. He could go on, mortified, appalled, horrified, intrigued, curious... Wait, he wasn’t intrigued. Or curious. He was deeply unsettled by their lack of decorum, and their complete lack of shame. That was it.
*
A rare day off, with no dubious happenings to burn his eyes. As it was, though, Maru still couldn’t stop brooding about things. Things he shouldn’t be dwelling on, like the way Koki and Junno were so wrapped up in each other, and how oblivious they were to their surroundings. Maru couldn’t help but grumble under his breath to himself as he tried his best to relax, park bench all to himself and beautiful weather, while birds gathered at his feet, uncaring of the fact that he was talking to himself and scowling, or that every handful of breadcrumbs were more flung than gently tossed.
It was during a lull in Maru’s unhappy monologue that it happened.
They must have been following him, because as he hurled his last handful of crumbs, brow furrowed and lips curled in disgust, Maru was joined (more like intruded upon) by none other than Koki and Junno. Maybe if Maru didn’t acknowledge their presence, they would leave him alone.
Of course, his luck would dictate that they accost him, each of them sitting unnecessarily close to either side, encroaching upon Maru’s personal space. Well, he couldn’t ignore them this way; may as well try to be civil. Woodenly, Maru greeted them. “Koki, Junno, what brings you two here today? To this specific place?”
Koki curled in close, which was a little startling. Apparently he’d lost all sense of how to act in public; it must have been Taguchi’s influence. Maru wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so he focused his attention on Junno.
“Oh, just out for a walk, Yuichi. We’re planning on going shopping; I’d really enjoy it if you came with us.” Junno grinned brightly at Maru as he stretched and dropped his arm around his shoulders, all slick and casual. Maru kind of wished he could be so smooth and shameless, unable to extricate himself from their grasp.
There was no way for Maru to bow out gracefully, so he shrugged as best he could. “Well, I suppose I could.” He tries to ignore the glint in Junno’s eye as he peers down at Koki, though he’s already dreading whatever it is he’s about to witness.
Maru follows along a few paces behind them, grimacing at the way Koki and Junno bump their elbows together as they walk shoulder to shoulder. Really, he wishes he could have gone on doing his best to ignore the hollow feeling in his gut every time his thoughts linger on their new closeness.
The three of them wind up in a shop tucked away on a quiet side street. Maru doesn’t really care for any of the clothes there, and subsequently loses Junno and Koki as he disinterestedly paws through a rack of sweaters. He’s kind of impressed that someone as ridiculously tall as Junno manages to vanish, and also annoyed.
Maru walks to the back of the store, where the changing rooms are, and he immediately regrets it. He can hear urgent whispers and dubious shuffling and rustling, and it’s obvious what they’re doing, because there’s no reason two grown men should both be using the same cubicle to try on clothes. It doesn’t help their case much when Maru glances down, seeing their feet close together, along with what sounds suspiciously like Koki hissing out a rushed “Come on.”
Maru can’t take it anymore. He marches out of the store, ready to go home and be comforted by his dogs. Once he’s far away enough, he’ll text the two of them to say something had come up.
*
Maru makes it home, getting as far as burrowing under his covers to sulk. Really, he wouldn’t let Koki and Junno’s closeness bother him, he just needed to work his way through whatever this was. He was being silly, getting all bent out of shape over things that shouldn’t concern him.
He’s rolled up tightly in his blanket, staring at the wall when the doorbell chimes. Maru will just ignore it; everyone that comes to visit always calls him first. It stops, and Maru relaxes into his nest of pillows. However, Maru had forgotten that Koki had a spare key; he’s startled when a gentle hand grips his shoulder and Koki murmurs quietly, “Yucchi?”
Maru can’t really resist Koki, especially when he’s so hesitant and subdued. He heaves a sigh, then wriggles in his blankets to turn over and face Koki.
“Yes, Koki?” Maru tries to keep his voice level as he looks anywhere but Koki’s face. His gaze settles on his bedroom door, where Junno is standing, brow furrowed in clear concern.
Koki settles down next to him as he begins to speak. “Yucchi, are you annoyed with me and Junno? We don’t want you to be mad at us.”
The tiny pout Koki’s mouth settles into almost undoes him. He’ll be firm, though. Maru sighs, then responds. “Koki, I’ve walked in on you and Taguchi doing things so often over the past few months, and it’s quite unnerving. Don’t you two have any sense of common decency?”
He’ll leave it at that. He’s too old to get jealous.
Of course, for once Junno isn’t completely random with his response. He seems emboldened as he steps further into Maru’s room, then crouches down next to Koki. He’s got that glint in his eye again, Maru notes. “Yuichi, have you ever maybe, say, wanted to take charge in those situations?”
Maru is speechless; he’s being propositioned for a three-way and it’s no joke, judging from the way Koki looks down and twists the edge of one of his blankets anxiously. Initially, he wants to deny the accusation, but he can’t. It’s too good of a chance to throw away; how does Junno even know about his burgeoning morbid fascination with their antics?
He can’t form an answer, from sheer surprise, and Junno smoothly cuts in before he can start babbling like a fool. “Yuichi, you don’t have to answer now. I just figured you’d enjoy giving us some general direction, you know how it is. Sometimes Koki needs it, sometimes I need it, and we’ve managed so far. Let us know whenever you’re ready.”
With that, Junno grins, then gets back up and leaves Maru staring stunned at his back, careless wave of his hand over his shoulder. Koki looks up at Maru, almost bashful as he stands and follows after Junno. “I hope you’ll join us sometime, Yucchi.”
Maru rolls onto his back, staring up at his ceiling. Huh. For once, it seems, his life isn’t that hard.
*
The next time Maru is blindsided by walking into KAT-TUN’s dressing room, he steels his resolve, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it.
All he knows is that this time, Junno and Koki are stretched out and tangled together on the couch, napping between engagements. They look cozy, and deceptively innocent, and it makes Maru feel less hollow to think of their roundabout way of asking him to join them.
It’s been a while since the three of them went out for a survival game, so Maru decides he’ll ask Junno and Koki to come with him on their next free weekend. He really hadn’t realized that he’d missed spending time outside of work with them. In the meantime, he’ll settle down with his coursework while the steady rhythm of their breaths fill the room.
*
It’s a beautiful day for romping through the wilderness with paintball guns, and Maru is thoroughly enjoying himself, crisp air a refreshing break from city air and perfectly planned schedules. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the thrill of the chase, and being the one calling the shots.
Which, as it seemed, was something that Koki and Junno were also enjoying. From his vantage point hidden behind a tree, he can watch as the two of them effortlessly and efficiently carry out his whispered orders and careful hand signals.
It’s almost like Maru is watching some sort of strange yet graceful animal as Junno and Koki flit from sheltering rocks to shadowy brush, the light sheen of exertion evident on their brows and arms. Really, it’s quite entrancing to watch, and Maru finds himself biting his lip at the way they work together, following his orders flawlessly.
Under Maru’s command, his team takes an easy victory. Sweaty and jubilant with their win, the three of them return to the cottage that they rented for the weekend.
They kick off their boots in the entryway, and Maru is still thinking of signals and commands and tactics. He can’t resist as he murmurs another command. “You’re going to go to the bathroom. Hands to yourselves, boys.”
Maru follows along at a leisurely pace, last to the bathroom, and pleased to find that Junno and Koki are continuing to do exactly as they’ve been told, eyes forward and awaiting instruction. He could get used to this. Leaning against the door frame, Maru drinks in the sight. They’re concentrating so hard on their orders, Junno’s fists loosely clenched and Koki’s lips slightly parted as he takes shallow, panting breaths.
Stepping carefully past the pair, Maru turns the tap, hot water slowly steaming up the room. He turns to face Junno and Koki, studying the way they’re patiently waiting for his orders, eyes glittering with what Maru thinks must be anticipation.
“Alright, soldiers, you’re going to strip. Then you’re going to bathe, quickly, and await further orders in the bedroom.” Maru watches as Junno and Koki peel off their damp shirts and shimmy out of their fatigues, then step under the spray. They’re eager as they rinse off, and Maru is pleased that they refrain from engaging in any funny business. He watches impassively as they step out of the shower and grab towels. Maru takes his turn in the shower, quickly washing the sweat and forest grime off. As he steps out to dry off, he hears the tell-tale snap of a towel, and a choked-off squeal from who he suspects is Koki.
Wrapping his own towel around his hips, Maru quietly enters the bedroom. Koki is glaring up at Junno, absently rubbing his hip. So, maybe they aren’t that great at following orders; that’s okay, though. Maru knows exactly how to fix that. He steps further into the room and clears his throat, taking great pleasure in the way Koki’s eyes widen in surprise, and Junno looks less like the cat that got the canary and more like he knows he’s in for it now.
Maru speaks clearly and assertively, enjoying the power he has over Junno and Koki, even if it’s only temporary. “I was ready to commend you on your teamwork and ability to follow orders. Then I heard what must have been horseplay as soon as the two of you were out of my sight. I’m very disappointed; I’ll just have to discipline you now. Junno, hands and knees, on the bed. Koki, you’ll be my proxy. Remember to keep count.”
For a moment, Koki and Junno glance at each other. From the almost apprehensive look on Junno’s face, to the way Koki’s eyes light up, Maru gleans that this is not the usual order of things. A few seconds of silent, raised-eyebrows conversation, then the moment passes and the two of them resume following orders.
Junno climbs onto the bed as instructed, swallowing thickly. “Yes sir, General sir.”
Maru loves the sound of that, and barks out, “Koki! Begin!” The only sounds in the room are the smack of Koki’s hand across Junno’s ass, and Junno’s increasingly disjointed counting. As Junno chokes out a mangled twenty, Maru’s voice rings out. “Stop!”
Koki’s cheeks are flushed as he looks up at Maru, hands clasped behind his back. Junno remains as he’d been instructed, even though he’s slumped into his crossed arms just a bit as he attempts to catch his breath.
“Permission to speak freely, sir?” Koki’s voice is a bit strained, but he keeps his eyes trained on Maru. Maru nods, waiting for Koki to continue. “May I procure the necessary supplies? They’re in our kit, because sometimes... well, sometimes the outdoors are nice.” Koki glances away at the last second, suddenly interested in the wall to Maru’s left.
“Of course, Koki. Make it fast though.” Maru dismisses him with a curt nod, then saunters over to stand over Junno. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, soldier. I won’t be so lenient in the future.”
Junno responds, a bit shakily. “Yes, sir.” The lines of his back are tense as Maru trails fingers down the knobs of his spine.
Koki returns with a strip of condoms and a suspiciously large bottle of lubricant. He has the good grace to look a little abashed at Maru’s raised eyebrow.
“Koki, you know what to do. Get Junno ready; quick but thorough.” Maru watches closely as Koki does as he’s told, lubing up his fingers and gently prodding at Junno’s rim before speeding up. Koki adds a second and third finger as Junno begins to claw at the sheets, moans ringing out in increasing volume. He pulls away abruptly when Maru clears his throat and reaches past to push Junno onto his back.
Maru hands a condom to Koki, watching as he eagerly rips it open and rolls it on before glancing back at Maru, eyes questioning. He nods in approval, slicking a last layer of lube down Koki’s length, then steps back to give him room to clamber onto the bed and settle between Junno’s thighs. Koki presses in slowly, biting his lip as Junno exhales, the both of them faintly flushing under Maru’s watchful eyes.
“Koki, stop. Remain as you are,” Maru says as he squeezes out more lube into his cupped palm, wetting his fingers and sliding them along Koki’s crack before teasing him open, savoring the tiny whimpers he can’t keep quiet as Junno digs his fingers into Koki’s arms. Maru keeps going, slipping middle and ring fingers in at once and wringing a shuddering groan from Koki. He takes that as his cue to pull his fingers out and roll his own condom on, murmuring a soft, “Relax, it’s really in your best interests to do so.”
As Maru begins easing in, Koki takes a deep breath and leans forward as much as he can. He buries his face in the side of Junno’s neck while Maru strokes the length of his side. Finally, Maru is fully seated, pressed flush against Koki’s back. “We’ll start now. Your only objective is to come when I say.”
Both of them gasp out weakly, their chorus of “Yes sir” launching him into action, inexorably speeding up. Koki’s pressing back against Maru, desperately trying to keep up with Maru’s rhythm, until giving up and allowing Maru to dictate his thrusts into Junno.
All Maru knows is Koki’s tight heat, and the knowledge that he’s fucking Junno at the same time, after a fashion. Soon all Maru can hear are their gasps and moans, and he’s pretty sure that both of them are still calling him “General.” It spurs him on, urging him to push through Koki’s increasing resistance.
Junno’s wail cuts through Maru’s single-minded determination to fuck them through the mattress. “Please, sir, I can’t hold on anymore. General, sir, please let me come.”
Maru grabs Koki’s hand, lacing their fingers together, and he wraps them around Junno’s cock. He strokes roughly, watching as Junno’s jaw begins to go slack. “Now,” is all Maru says, and he’s gratified to hear Junno’s quiet sir as his release splashes over his and Koki’s entwined hands.
Maru can feel Koki beginning to shake as he whimpers. “General, I can’t... can’t wait much longer. Please.”
Maru thrusts harder, pushing Koki deeper into Junno. All Junno can do is try his best to recover, though Maru thinks it must be hard, what with the way he’s fucking Koki. Koki is almost sobbing with the need to finish, so Maru decides to have mercy, leaning forward to hiss directly into Koki’s ear. “Permission granted, soldier.”
Koki screams roughly, his orgasm pulsing through Junno and pulling Maru’s from him. Maru could swear he sees stars as he collapses onto Koki’s back, the three of them a sweaty and exhausted tangle of limbs. Reluctantly, he peels himself from Koki’s back and pulls out, only to flop onto the mattress next to Junno. Koki pushes himself up on shaky arms, slipping out of Junno and standing on wobbly legs. Wordlessly, he extends a hand to Maru, waiting for him to tie off his condom.
Maru watches through hooded eyes as Koki leaves to dispose of the condoms, then turns his head to observe Junno. He watches fascinatedly as Junno struggles to catch his breath, eyes closed and fists clenched in the sheets. Momentarily Koki returns with warm washcloths, dropping one on Maru’s chest as he wipes the sweat from Junno’s brow before wiping down the length of his body. Koki drops the rag to the floor, then clambers over Junno to give Maru the same treatment, his cloth meeting the same fate as Junno’s. Finished with clean up, Koki climbs over Maru and urges him to scoot to the middle of the bed and pull Junno close.
The three of them doze off, sated in more than one way.
*
Maru wakes up to stifling warmth. He glances down to find Koki and Junno wrapped around him, their fingers tangled together on his chest, and his cheeks flush crimson. He’d been pretty sure that this trip would have been strictly platonic, but he takes comfort in the way he’d been invited to participate in their still sort of strange relationship.
He closes his eyes, wriggling a bit to wrap his arms around their shoulders, and settles back into a peaceful sleep.
*
The next time Maru walks into KAT-TUN’s dressing room, he finds Koki wearing a skirt and sitting in Junno’s lap. Instead of turning tail and running, though, Maru shuts and locks the door behind himself before crossing the room to get a better vantage point.
*
Maru tolerates the accidental games of meeting footsie much better now, and he’d even dared to sneak gropes under tables. It’s quite satisfying to be the one responsible for Junno’s surprised noises during particularly boring meetings, and to share conspiratorial glances with Koki.
*
Maru can’t help but smirk a bit when Kame walks into their dressing room, brow furrowed as he reads the card attached to the ostentatious flower arrangement Maru had had delivered to his flat. “Thanks for what, Nakamaru-kun?”
“For being a friend.” Maru catches Junno’s eye as he leans over Kame’s shoulder to peer at the card, and smiles. His life definitely isn’t that hard, not when he gets to indulge in Junno and Koki’s strange behavior too.