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Title: Empty Nest, part 2
Rating: NC-17
Bands/Pairings: Hiroto (alice nine.) x Takeru (SuG) x Shou (alice nine.)
Summary: Sharing is caring, and Shou gets a lesson first hand.
A/N: We drift into the realm of crackish!porn. Because this was what coiled_iris originally had in mind, I just had to give it an emo back story first. And, love and kisses to Bernie, for walking me through the tough parts on this one!

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“Shou, I swear to God, if you take that picture – “ Saga raised a fist threateningly, but the effect was ruined by the fact that he was clearly trying to pose.

Shou gleefully pressed the capture button on his phone and skipped out of hitting range. “Shirtless Saga-sama for the fans, my blog will be getting plenty of hits tonight!”

“I hate you,” Saga grumbled, but Shou knew the bassist would be checking the blog statistics too. Second to gaming, Saga’s favorite way to waste time was trying to find out how many times he’d been Googled in a day.

Shou just laughed and left the dressing room. He ran into Tora on his way in and had to remind himself not to ask about the arm – it just irritated Tora and besides, Nao had the guitarist well in hand. Tora could brush off Shou’s good intentions, but the drummer outranked him. And trying to brush off the bandleader was like trying to brush off a nuclear fallout.

With the crisis close to being resolved, it felt to Shou that things were on the upswing. Moods were much improved in general…and then he heard the arguing coming from the break room.

“Quit trying to steal our vocalist.” Well, that was unmistakably Hiroto.

“Um, hello, my band has a vocalist, it’s me.” And that was Takeru. “You should stop trying to make excuses. We both know why you hate me: I’m smaller than you, I’m cuter than you and oh yeah, Shou-san babies me the way you wish he would you. Sorry, Hiroto-san, I guess you got too old for him.”

Shou stopped dead in his tracks, not sure if he could believe what he was hearing. He did spoil Takeru a little bit rotten, that much was true, but Hiroto?

“You little shit!” Hiroto spluttered.

“What was that, grandpa?”

The sound of a short scuffle followed, and that put Shou in motion. He could think about what Takeru had said after making sure neither of the small blondes hurt themselves first. He burst into the break room and found Hiroto sitting on Takeru’s stomach but unable to move, as the shorter blonde had two handfuls of Hiroto’s hair in a deathgrip.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Shou ordered, forcing Takeru’s fingers to unclench and pulling Hiroto away.

“Shou!”

“Shou-san!”

Two sets of imploring eyes turned towards him but Shou managed to turn away in time. He had practically invented the kicked puppy look, please.

“You,” he motioned in Takeru’s direction, “said you didn’t want me upset. And you,” he pointed to Hiroto, “do you want me to be angry at you? What the hell are you two doing, fighting with each other?”

“He started it!” Takeru pouted.

“He deserved it!” Hiroto retorted with a pout of his own.

Shou sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. This had the potential to degenerate back to name calling very quickly.

“Victimized, just because Shou-san likes me,” Takeru said piteously. “It isn’t as though Shou-san doesn’t also like Hiroto-san.”

At this, Shou met Hiroto’s eyes. The guitarist’s gaze was a little guilty, a little wounded.

“It doesn’t feel like you do,” Hiroto mumbled, looking away. “You don’t seem to care anymore, the way you used to.”

“I thought you didn’t want me to,” Shou admitted. “You kept going on and on about what a bother I was.”

“To Tora! You know Tora can’t stand being coddled, but I like it when you look after me.” Hiroto blushed, then glanced over at Takeru. “And now you’ve got someone else.”

“I…” Shou shook his head, trying to clear it. All this time, he had been trying to give Hiroto space because he thought it was what the younger man wanted, when really it was the exact opposite. And then there was Takeru.

“Shou-san isn’t selfish,” Takeru piped up, an innocent expression on his face. “I’m sure he could care for us both, if he wanted to.”

Hiroto’s head snapped up. “What?”

“What?” Shou echoed.

“I mean, if I’m the only thing in the way,” Takeru explained, sidling over to Hiroto, “well, I shouldn’t be. Shou-san can have whatever he wants, and I’m a totally generous person, you know. Of course, you’d have to be able to handle sharing too.”

Hiroto raised an eyebrow in pique and eyed the shorter blonde speculatively. “I…might be able to do sharing.”

“Whoa, wait a minute,” Shou cut in, a little panicked. Somehow, he was beginning to feel like a toy being bartered.

“I’m sorry I picked a fight with you before,” Hiroto offered tentatively, ignoring Shou and shooting a small smile at Takeru.

“I’m sorry I baited you,” Takeru responded graciously, smiling back.

“I’m so glad you’re both getting along now, but don’t I get a say in this?” Shou said desperately. And it struck him: if he had to ask, it was probably too late.

That was when Hiroto and Takeru turned on him, eyes pleading and full of carefully crafted innocence, and Shou knew that he wasn’t the least bit in charge anymore.

“Of course you do,” Takeru said earnestly. He slid up to Shou and hooked his fingers around Shou’s collar, and Shou found himself slowly being pulled forward. “We’re just trying to make it easy for you. We’re considerate like that, you know.”

“And,” Hiroto added, draping himself on Shou’s shoulder, “you weren’t really going to say no, were you?”

In one swift, coordinated movement, Shou was pushed away, swung around and laid out flat on the break room table. He found himself looking up at Takeru and Hiroto, feeling the panic and disorientation melt into something tighter, hotter. Anticipation.

“But – but here?”

Hiroto grinned. “We need to apologize, for upsetting you before. Right, Takeru-kun?”

“Definitely,” SuG’s vocalist replied, nodding and already working on Shou’s pants. “Apologies should never be left for later.”

Eager hands quickly stripped Shou, and before he had time to feel like a dinner platter on presentation, Takeru leaned over, took one nipple into his mouth and sucked. Shou arched his back and weaved his fingers through Takeru’s hair, he tugged in appreciation as Takeru made his way down, leaving behind a trail of licks and bites. He felt the press of Takeru’s ball piercing at the tip of his erection and that was the only warning he got before a small, hot mouth closed over the head of his cock.

Shou’s head fell back as he groaned, and that seemed incentive enough for Takeru to go to town; he ran his tongue over Shou’s flesh a few times and then pushed down slowly along the shaft to swallow around the length.

“Takeru,“ Shou gasped, squeezing his eyes shut, and he was given a low hum in reply. The vibration went straight up his spine. Shou was so focused on the wet heat on his cock, he almost missed it when a slick finger entered him. When the finger became two he found it in him to open his eyes, just to see the world blur, and when the lightest press of teeth came at the base of his cock, Shou realized he had forgotten about someone.

He raised his head enough to look down and saw Hiroto fingering Takeru, saw Takeru’s eyes half shut in bliss, saw Hiroto whisper something to the other man, felt the smirk around his cock and then the world burst white.

Shou cried out on a stuttering breath, hips jerking as Takeru hit that spot again.

“I think that’s good,” Hiroto murmured, and Takeru let Shou’s cock slide out of his mouth with a soft popping sound and took his fingers away.

“Hiroto,” Shou whined, but Takeru was already climbing on top of him, knees on either side of Shou’s waist. Shou reached for the shorter vocalist’s hips to hurry him up and was slapped away by Hiroto, who took hold of Takeru’s hips firmly.

“Wait.” Hiroto pressed against Takeru’s back and SuG’s vocalist turned his head to meet the guitarist in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Shou’s own need was suddenly put on the backburner as he watched the two, tongues sliding back and forth and lips turning cherry red. The minute the kiss broke however, Takeru slammed down and Hiroto slammed in, and Shou’s body just went into overdrive.

It was Hiroto who dictated the pace, hands guiding Takeru as he fucked Shou. Shou was in a haze, lost in the sensation of being filled and watching Takeru ride him, flushed and panting with head tilted back so Hiroto could tongue his ear piercings. Apparently the guitarist was giving directions as well, because Takeru nodded and reached back to pull up Shou’s thighs. Then every new thrust sent a sharp spike of pleasure up through Shou, and with Takeru squeezing him to within an inch of his life, it wasn’t long before he came on an in-drawn breath and drawn-out scream.

Hiroto's breathing quickened but he had the presence of mind left to jerk Takeru off; a couple of quick tugs was enough to push Takeru over the edge. Hiroto was last, his hand still holding Takeru's cock as he rode out his orgasm.

“I think,” Hiroto said hoarsely while waiting for heart rates to slow and searching for napkins to clean them up with, “we won’t have any problems with sharing.”

Takeru carefully crawled off the table. “I don’t think we will either, Hiroto-san.”

Shou lazily propped himself up on his elbows to watch the two younger men gather up their clothing. As far as he was concerned, sharing was the best thing in the world.