Rainbow Shinju, perched comfortably on the tall stool in the cafe, idly stirred the sugar into his much-deserved coffee and forced himself to relax. It'd been a shit of a morning and, dammit, he was going to have a break before embarking on the rest of the day. Why 'kami couldn't have dealt with this particular client was beyond the aggravated bodyguard.
Someone flung themselves down into the empty stool beside him and petulantly ordered a macchiato. The tone of the newcomer's voice suggested he'd had an even worse morning than Shinju had – but there was something familiar about him...
"Nijii?" Shinju peered closely at the young, immaculately suited Japanese 'company man' then smirked. "I didn't recognise you."
The man blinked then grinned.
"And I'm astonished I didn't recognise you straight away!" he ran a slow, appreciative gaze over the smaller man's leather-clad body. "You don't seem to have changed a bit. You still with 'kami?"
"Uhuh." Shinju took a sip of aromatic coffee. "Still working – and playing – together."
"Great to hear," Nijii beamed, "you two make a shit-hot team –" he leered, "– in all your activities."
The slender bodyguard chuckled, then quirked an eyebrow at his companion's sombre attire.
"Why the suit? It's just not you, you know."
"Oh I know," Nijii rolled lustrous ebony eyes, "otousan made me do it." He pouted and plucked distastefully at his severe, charcoal grey tailored jacket. "He didn't want me to disgrace the family when we went to visit ojisan today. But wouldn't you know it? When we got there the old man just stares at me and says - " Nijii affected a querulous, high-pitched and raspy voice, "'Where are your peacock feathers, Nijii? I've heard so much about your finery I wanted to see it for myself!'"
Nijii grinned good-humouredly at Shinju's laughter then sighed mournfully, running thin fingers through shining black hair the tips of which ended a little raggedly just below his ears.
"It's going to take me hours to get this back to normal."
Shinju grinned – in this case 'normal' was probably any combination of any number of eye-jarring colours.
"Are you working at the moment?" he asked, distracting the man from tugging fretfully at his hair.
"Just had a couple of weeks off before sliding into another job." Nijii smirked, "Hilda's requested my services again."
"To guard her or do her make-up?"
"Both!" the Japanese man laughed. "I'd be tempted to charge her double – I'm doing two jobs after all – but she's such a sweetheart and so generous to her staff. She gave me a beautiful red suede harness the last time I worked for her."
Shinju's dark-amber eyes glittered.
"Do you still have it?"
"Oh yes," his companion's grin was impish, but the look he gave the slender bodyguard wasn't the least bit coy. "It's one of my favourite bits of gear, goes with me everywhere."
"Everywhere?"
"Everywhere."
A charged silence hung between the two men for several seconds, then 'ju spoke:
"Would you like to have dinner with 'kami and myself this evening?"
Nijii inclined his head, grinning broadly at Shinju.
"I would like that very much..."*'kami?* Shinju contacted his partner via their radio link – once he'd finished his coffee and Nijii had darted off to 'fix the damage', *I've spoken to Firanzo, looks like the deal will go through.*
*Excellent.* Okami replied with satisfaction. *When that job's finished we can have a break.*
*'bout bloody time,* 'ju grumbled, eliciting a chuckle from his lover. *Heh, you'll never guess who I just bumped in to.*
*Christ, could be anybody. Give me a clue?*
*Rainbow.*
*Rainbow?* Shinju smirked, he could almost hear Okami thinking. *Ah! Nijii! How is he?*
*Inconvenienced by giri.*
There was a pause.
*Do I want to know?*
*Just him being forced to tone down by his family. I've invited him over for dinner this evening, okay?*
*Sure.* 'kami's pseudo-purr sent a tingle through Shinju's groin. *Be good to see him again.*
*Can you organise the food, then? While I get on with the rest of the crap?* The smaller man grumbled darkly. *And next time you can do all the boring stuff.*
Okami laughed.
*I'll make it up to you later, lover.*
*See that you do.* Shinju sighed. *Better get moving, I'll see you soon.*The Eurasian bodyguard tugged a brush through gleaming black, waist-length hair and smirked at his reflection. He was looking forward to the evening. So was Okami. It'd been – what? – two years since they'd last had Nijii? They'd known the wayward son of a prominent Japanese family for close to a decade. He and 'ju'd gone through the bodyguard accreditation training at the same time, though it'd taken a little while for Shinju to really believe the 'screaming queen' could be good at anything other than poncing about moaning in that ridiculously wispy, girly voice of his about broken fingernails. It wasn't until Nijii had soundly, aggressively, beaten him into the ground using lethal, full-speed tai chi that 'ju had begun to appreciate there might be more to the flamboyantly effeminate young man than he let on. Shinju had been thoroughly pissed-off; being beaten wasn't something that happened to him all that often, and he'd grumbled about it for hours until Okami snapped at him to either get over it or challenge Nijii to a rematch. 'ju had taken the second option, absolutely determined he was going to win, especially when the aggravating bastard suggested in a smirking undertone that the winner could fuck the loser. There was absolutely no fucking way Shinju was going to let anyone other than 'kami penetrate him and he'd fought hard, narrowly beating his rival after almost half an hour of bone-wrenching effort. He'd had to take a rain-check on collecting his 'prize' though, they were both too bloody and bruised to think about much else than recuperating, but when he did...
Shinju had belatedly realised it might have been politic to check with Okami before he'd accepted Nijii's terms, after all, they were ostensibly 'together' even if they hadn't actually defined their relationship. The younger man was philosophical as he approached his partner about it – 'kami could say yes or no but either way he'd know how he might react if anything like this happened again. The tall European had gazed levelly at his smaller lover, wolf-grey eyes unblinking as he considered the question. Then he'd said yes, 'ju could have Nijii, but he wasn't allowed to let Nijii fuck him, and - Okami wanted to be there as well. This was all perfectly acceptable to Shinju, and ultimately to Nijii, so the encounter had gone ahead with a minimum of fuss.
At that point in his life, Shinju had only had sex with one person – Okami, and while the tall man enjoyed letting 'ju fuck him, sexually at least it was not a strictly equal partnership. 'kami was the seme, he called the shots and 'ju, for the most part, was happy to be uke. There was a sense of comfort and safety in submitting to his partner, a rightness that was exciting and fulfilling, but having Nijii submit to him was satisfying in an entirely different way.
Okami had only watched that first time but with a little, unsubtle, encouragement from 'ju and Nijii he'd gladly joined in on subsequent occasions, though there was never any doubt about who got to fuck who...The door-bell chimed softly. Shinju put the brush down and prowled out of the bedroom in time to see Okami let their guest in. It was cold outside tonight and Nijii was bundled up warmly in an ankle-length, bright purple wool coat that fitted him so well it'd had to have been tailor made. The door was shut behind him then, before the slightly smaller man had a chance to say anything, he found his face caught gently between large hands and his breath taken away as the seme kissed him. Shinju, watching, licked his lips in empathy as a needy little moan escaped from his compatriot and Nijii seemed to soften before his eyes.
"Hungry?" Okami murmured against sensuous lips.
Nijii could only nod.
"Good." He moved a little away from the wide-eyed male. "Strip."
The answering laugh was a little shaky.
"Never one for small talk, ne, Marco?"
Shinju stepped forward and smirking, helped Nijii off with his coat.
"That's more like it!" he said, nodding approval of the black lycra bike shorts and hot-pink lycra crop-top that matched the splash of vivid colour in 'jii's fringe. "The collar's a nice touch." he flicked the large, silver neko bell hanging from the wide strip of purple leather around Nijii's slender throat, making it jingle merrily.
"Leave that on." 'kami ordered smoothly. "The rest can go."
"Like a hand?" Shinju grinned up at him, fingers already sliding underneath the waist-band of the shorts.
"Thank you," Nijii grinned back, regaining his equilibrium quickly, "but we might want to get the boots off first...""Ah, no! That tickles!"
"Stop wriggling, you idiot, you'll spill it!"
"Couldn't you have chosen something that doesn't dribble?"
Shinju knelt over Nijii, stretched out on the carpet, and smirked.
"I'm not the one who organised the food." He glanced back over his shoulder at Okami who was relaxing with a glass of red wine, watching the show. "Blame him."
Nijii lifted his head fractionally and quirked an eyebrow at the seme.
"'kami, I'm sure this is delicious – and no doubt I'll get to have a taste soon – but something more gloopy would've been appropriate."
"'Gloopy'?" Shinju grinned. "Can tell you had a posh education." He carefully ladled another spoonful of lukewarm beef and cashews in blackbean sauce into the middle of Nijii's chest, using a finger to swipe up the thin drip of dark liquid trickling down his ribs. "Ah, I know! Why didn't I think of this before?" he grabbed another plastic container, one holding steamed rice, and quickly surrounded the pile of glistening meat and vegetables with a barricade of fluffy, white grain. Another corral of rice was raised on Nijii's stomach and quickly filled with a large serving of honey chicken. Shinju sat back on his heels to critically observe his handiwork then smirked at his partner.
"Dinner's served."
"I hope I'm getting some of this," the 'platter' grumbled.
"Don't worry," 'ju dangled a sliver of meat over Nijii's lips, "you'll get plenty."
Okami loped over to sit comfortably cross-legged on the other side of their guest, accepting a pair of disposable chopsticks from Shinju.
"So what have you been up to?" he asked, deftly scooping up a large piece of tender real-beef.
"This an' that..."
The trio chatted amiably while they ate, catching up on the non-confidential events of the past few years until the take-away containers were empty and there was nothing left on Nijii's toned, golden body but some scattered grains of rice and sloppy puddles of sauce.
"I'll clear up." Shinju unfolded smoothly from the floor, gathered all the containers and dumped them on the kitchen bench before returning to kneel at Nijii's side. He circled a finger through the remnants of the black bean sauce.
"Better deal with this, too." 'ju said softly lowering his head to Nijii's chest, lapping at the salty liquid while Okami looked on. Nijii sighed and wriggled, stretching his arms above his head and smiling widely as the smaller man moved lower and lower. Shinju swirled his tongue through the sweeter liquid pooling on Nijii's abdomen and glanced surreptitiously at his partner. Okami was enjoying this, having two uke to lord it over - the tall man's arousal was glaringly evident.
*Uncomfortable yet?* 'ju radioed.
*No.*
*How about now?* Nijii arched up, mewling softly as his penis was sucked deep into Shinju's mouth.
Okami's eyes gleamed and he reached into the pocket of his supple leather trousers, pulling out a small tube. 'ju held out his hand for the object, grinning around the column of hard flesh in his mouth when his partner instructed him to 'prepare' their guest. Nijii's breath was rasping in his throat by the time 'ju had finished teasing the lubricant into his taut body. Strung-tight and teetering on the edge of orgasm, he whimpered when Shinju pulled away from his groin.
"Soon," the slender man stroked Nijii's cheek, glancing sideways again at Okami, smirking to see his partner kneeling up and his trousers loosened enough to free his erection. "Very soon."
Nijii's gaze followed 'ju's and his eyes widened. Trembling a little he scrambled off the floor with undignified haste and let 'kami's broad hands on his hips guide him into position. With his back to the European's chest and thighs spread wide, Nijii slowly impaled himself on hard heat, gripping Shinju's slender shoulders for support. He breathed deeply a few times, relaxing and leaning back into the big man's strength, his head resting against Okami's shoulder.
'kami wrapped his arms around Nijii's chest.
"Ready?" he murmured, shooting a meaningful look at Shinju who immediately wriggled back a little and lowered his face to Nijii's groin. The Japanese's small sound of assent was lost in a burst of heart-felt profanity as he was sucked and fucked – hard - simultaneously...At some point they'd made it off the floor and into bed, sloughing off leather clothing like snake skins, to finish several hours later in a naked, sweaty, enervated tangle. Shinju lay draped half-across Okami's body, one of his knees resting snugly between his partner's thighs, one of 'kami's hands cupping his buttock. A drowsing Nijii was cuddled contentedly in the crook of the seme's other arm, his long legs twined with 'ju's.
Shinju prodded Nijii's stomach.
"So did you bring that harness?"
The Japanese bodyguard peeled back an eyelid and smirked languidly.
"Uhuh, 's in my coat pocket."
"Damn." 'ju yawned. "Oh well, next time." He snuggled closer to his partner with a contented sigh and closed his eyes.
"I don't have any plans for the morning." Nijii sounded both thoughtful and sleepy.
"Mmm... good." Shinju blinked at Okami's deep rumble – he'd thought he was asleep. "You can stay for breakfast."
"Depends what you're having," Nijii chuckled, "and whether I'm expected to be the plate again. Toast – fine, porridge... forget it."
"Porridge?" 'ju snorted. "Who eats porridge?"
"You don't?" It was Nijii's turn to yawn. "I thought all you weird round-eyes ate porridge." He grinned at Shinju's indignant pout.
"I'm only part round-eye, thank you, and I've never eaten porridge – "
"Shut up, and go to sleep." Okami half-smirked, turning over onto his side and unceremoniously dumping his lover beside him onto the mattress. He folded strong arms around the slender body, nuzzling sleepily at Shinju's tousled mane.
*G'night.*
*Mmmmnight.* "Night, 'jii – get the blanket, will you?"
"As you command, shining one." Nijii was too... sated to be truly sardonic, so he simply groped for a handful of cotton-covered down, tugging the warm coverlet almost up to shoulder height before following his hosts down into sleep.
© 2003 November 28th Lutra
Darkside
© 2003 Wordwrights
giri - a strong sense of duty and obligation.
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