That Angry Emotion
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sapphoatsunsetTitle: That Angry Emotion
Author: beililee
Rating: NC-17
Threesome: Toma X Kame X Ryo
Summary: It used to be that every Wednesday Kame and Toma would meet for coffee, making some time in their hectic, JE activity filled schedules to have one moment of peace, one moment of calm. This leads to a relationship, and a downfall.
Warnings: language, threesome
Word Count: 1338
Author: beililee
Rating: NC-17
Threesome: Toma X Kame X Ryo
Summary: It used to be that every Wednesday Kame and Toma would meet for coffee, making some time in their hectic, JE activity filled schedules to have one moment of peace, one moment of calm. This leads to a relationship, and a downfall.
Warnings: language, threesome
Word Count: 1338
It used to be that every Wednesday Kame and Toma would meet for coffee, making some time in their hectic, JE activity filled schedules to have one moment of peace, one moment of calm. It started out innocently enough, but as time went on those moments became hours as they lost track of time in each other’s company.
It wasn’t surprising that one day, as they were heading back to their respective rehearsals, Toma leaned over and kissed Kame’s cheek softly, blushing over his actions. Kame was surprised however, at a loss, and said only “Next Wednesday then?” before walking hurriedly away, creating distance even though they were both headed in the same direction.
The next Wednesday Kame surprised Toma by kissing him in greeting. The latter could not stop blushing for the rest of the day, sunshine suffusing his heart. It was the start of something beautiful.
They had dated for weeks before they went out with friends for the first time, the joy in the elder’s eyes at finally being public contagious. Their closest friends, and their closest friends, and they, they all went to the smoke-filled bar, immersing themselves in the culture of the night, the sway of hips, the intoxicating liquids, the headiness of alcohol induced lust. It was there that the unraveling began.
Kame sat with Toma and Ryo, who he wasn’t the best of friends with, the habitual snarky attitude a wee bit off-putting to him, as their mutual friend Yamapi danced the night away in anonymity with girls and guys alike.
“So who’s the girl in your relationship?” Trust that to be the first thing Ryo uttered to them all evening, followed swiftly by “I bet it’s Kame; he’s girly looking already.”
Kame’s nostrils flared as Toma chuckled. Neither of them answered; Kame was too mad to respond, and Toma was in a fit of accelerating giggles. The potshot Ryo took at the younger was enough to break the ice between he and Toma, and the two chatted the night away, shutting out the increasingly angry – petulant, even – Kame.
Kame wasn’t surprised when Toma wanted the three to hang out again, but he could try everything to prevent it. However, Toma was just too adorable when he pouted, and thus, always got his way, a kiss sealing the deal.
Later, he would damn those kisses for being so distracting, so intoxicating, so sweet, so Toma. He would damn them over and over again, just like he currently damns the day they became public, and thus a target for jibes, sarcastic jabs, and attempts to break them apart.
“Kamenashi-hime.” The voice made him cringe, just as it had the first time it had mocked his masculinity. Ryo, in his mind, was a bastard; what did Toma see in him?
Sighs and curt responses. Learning of more togetherness plans put forth by his love. More sighs. More curt responses interspersed with the ribbings of a sarcastic mastermind.
Later that night, Kame was surprisingly whinny, and Toma was more than happy to attempt to stop him. To no avail. There’s nothing like “one would think you want to fuck HIM instead of me!” to kill a mood fast, but not painlessly. But Toma, adorable persistence that he possesses, just kissed him breathless, mind cataloguing Kame’s reaction to the idea, wondering if maybe a threesome could be arranged. Toma could be a little dense at times, but then again, Kame would do anything for him; would he do that?
When Toma released the younger’s mouth, words spewed from it. The word-vomit wouldn’t stop once released. “I really don’t know what you see in him. He looks like a fucking pedophile, and acts like an ass.”
Obviously, there was only one way to shut him up. Unzipping the younger’s jeans, fishing around inside, Toma pulled out Kame’s cock, humming in approval before lowering his head to lick the tip.
Kame’s mouth fell open, lax, and words ceased their flow as pleasure overrode all corners of his brain. The elder sucked him in, stroking the underside of Kame’s cock with his tongue, slowly teasing, drawing out the pleasure, agonizing the latter who thrust roughly into his mouth, wanting the speed to increase.
Even though Toma tried to drag it out, it was all over much too swiftly, as their brief infrequent couplings tended to be, and Toma, unsatisfied, broached the subject of Ryo and a threesome, once again having to bend the younger’s will to his through lingering kisses and caress whose weakening power was infinite.
It was agreed; Ryo would join them. Kame felt like killing a small fluffy animal.
---~~~---
They met in a seedy motel, Kame not wanting to open his home to Ryo, Toma not owning a large enough bed to house the three, Ryo not caring where but when he would finally get to fuck the latter while the youngest looked on.
Kame was determined to have a part though, and kissed his lover – emphasis on his – roughly upon arrival as Ryo looked on, a smirk displaying his knowledge of the why behind that kiss. Thus, he let him, knowing full well that Toma really wanted him; all he had to do was wait.
The wait proved to be short as Toma pulled away, going to Ryo and, pressing against him, kissing him with the pent-up passion of many months contained. Ryo smirked all the more at the hurt puppy look on Kame’s face, the realization dawning on him that passion of that level had never existed between he and Toma. Ryo took pity on the younger boy after that, drawing him into their circle, and Kame knew the battle was over as he gave himself over to the sensations.
The only words that passed between the three the whole night were “I knew Kame was the girl” as Toma was sandwiched between the two, Ryo’s thrust vibrating through him into Kame. Kame grimaces into the pillow at the comment, but said nothing, the power of the NEWS member just too much; He knew that his lover must be feeling all that much more pleasure from having both his ass and his cock stimulated so intensely.
As white pleasure claimed them all, they collapsed in a heap of sated desires, and silent intimacy before sleep arrived, soothingly away the sweet aches of rough sex and even rougher love.
---~~~---
In the end, Toma didn’t choose him. “You’re not mean enough, tough enough. You don’t make me feel vulnerable. You just go along as I lead the way. You’re such a girl, and I don’t want that after all. It was fun though.”
That night Kame wrote a poem, and tried to convince himself that he didn’t care, that he hadn’t really loved the other after all.
That angry emotion
A reddened face
Yelling, screaming,
Hating you.
You’re always first.
Not fair, I say
Yes, you’re sweet
But under that,
Under that so…
So ugly,
So self-consumed.
I don’t understand.
I don’t want to,
Not even a little.
Wait, that’s a lie.
I promised I wouldn’t lie again.
You made me.
It’s your fucking fault!
But I do care,
Even when I don’t want to.
Why… fucking why?
Why still, still you matter?
Even after all,
After all this shit,
All the drama,
The drama you made,
The drama I cared about,
Cared about to make you happy.
Well… are you?
Are you fucking happy now?
Because I’m not,
Not even close.
Happy and Me,
We’re like oil and water,
Like east and west,
Like here and Timbuktu.
So maybe you could do me a favor…
Maybe you could just fuck off.
Just fucking fuck off.
Fuck off now.
But know that I’m not bitter…
I don’t regret.
And the lies never stop.
He was marginally successful if one didn’t count the five hundred times daily that Toma’s countenance floated through his mind, or the thousand times daily that he wanted to plunge his fist straight into Ryo’s sarcastic, conniving face.
It wasn’t surprising that one day, as they were heading back to their respective rehearsals, Toma leaned over and kissed Kame’s cheek softly, blushing over his actions. Kame was surprised however, at a loss, and said only “Next Wednesday then?” before walking hurriedly away, creating distance even though they were both headed in the same direction.
The next Wednesday Kame surprised Toma by kissing him in greeting. The latter could not stop blushing for the rest of the day, sunshine suffusing his heart. It was the start of something beautiful.
They had dated for weeks before they went out with friends for the first time, the joy in the elder’s eyes at finally being public contagious. Their closest friends, and their closest friends, and they, they all went to the smoke-filled bar, immersing themselves in the culture of the night, the sway of hips, the intoxicating liquids, the headiness of alcohol induced lust. It was there that the unraveling began.
Kame sat with Toma and Ryo, who he wasn’t the best of friends with, the habitual snarky attitude a wee bit off-putting to him, as their mutual friend Yamapi danced the night away in anonymity with girls and guys alike.
“So who’s the girl in your relationship?” Trust that to be the first thing Ryo uttered to them all evening, followed swiftly by “I bet it’s Kame; he’s girly looking already.”
Kame’s nostrils flared as Toma chuckled. Neither of them answered; Kame was too mad to respond, and Toma was in a fit of accelerating giggles. The potshot Ryo took at the younger was enough to break the ice between he and Toma, and the two chatted the night away, shutting out the increasingly angry – petulant, even – Kame.
Kame wasn’t surprised when Toma wanted the three to hang out again, but he could try everything to prevent it. However, Toma was just too adorable when he pouted, and thus, always got his way, a kiss sealing the deal.
Later, he would damn those kisses for being so distracting, so intoxicating, so sweet, so Toma. He would damn them over and over again, just like he currently damns the day they became public, and thus a target for jibes, sarcastic jabs, and attempts to break them apart.
“Kamenashi-hime.” The voice made him cringe, just as it had the first time it had mocked his masculinity. Ryo, in his mind, was a bastard; what did Toma see in him?
Sighs and curt responses. Learning of more togetherness plans put forth by his love. More sighs. More curt responses interspersed with the ribbings of a sarcastic mastermind.
Later that night, Kame was surprisingly whinny, and Toma was more than happy to attempt to stop him. To no avail. There’s nothing like “one would think you want to fuck HIM instead of me!” to kill a mood fast, but not painlessly. But Toma, adorable persistence that he possesses, just kissed him breathless, mind cataloguing Kame’s reaction to the idea, wondering if maybe a threesome could be arranged. Toma could be a little dense at times, but then again, Kame would do anything for him; would he do that?
When Toma released the younger’s mouth, words spewed from it. The word-vomit wouldn’t stop once released. “I really don’t know what you see in him. He looks like a fucking pedophile, and acts like an ass.”
Obviously, there was only one way to shut him up. Unzipping the younger’s jeans, fishing around inside, Toma pulled out Kame’s cock, humming in approval before lowering his head to lick the tip.
Kame’s mouth fell open, lax, and words ceased their flow as pleasure overrode all corners of his brain. The elder sucked him in, stroking the underside of Kame’s cock with his tongue, slowly teasing, drawing out the pleasure, agonizing the latter who thrust roughly into his mouth, wanting the speed to increase.
Even though Toma tried to drag it out, it was all over much too swiftly, as their brief infrequent couplings tended to be, and Toma, unsatisfied, broached the subject of Ryo and a threesome, once again having to bend the younger’s will to his through lingering kisses and caress whose weakening power was infinite.
It was agreed; Ryo would join them. Kame felt like killing a small fluffy animal.
---~~~---
They met in a seedy motel, Kame not wanting to open his home to Ryo, Toma not owning a large enough bed to house the three, Ryo not caring where but when he would finally get to fuck the latter while the youngest looked on.
Kame was determined to have a part though, and kissed his lover – emphasis on his – roughly upon arrival as Ryo looked on, a smirk displaying his knowledge of the why behind that kiss. Thus, he let him, knowing full well that Toma really wanted him; all he had to do was wait.
The wait proved to be short as Toma pulled away, going to Ryo and, pressing against him, kissing him with the pent-up passion of many months contained. Ryo smirked all the more at the hurt puppy look on Kame’s face, the realization dawning on him that passion of that level had never existed between he and Toma. Ryo took pity on the younger boy after that, drawing him into their circle, and Kame knew the battle was over as he gave himself over to the sensations.
The only words that passed between the three the whole night were “I knew Kame was the girl” as Toma was sandwiched between the two, Ryo’s thrust vibrating through him into Kame. Kame grimaces into the pillow at the comment, but said nothing, the power of the NEWS member just too much; He knew that his lover must be feeling all that much more pleasure from having both his ass and his cock stimulated so intensely.
As white pleasure claimed them all, they collapsed in a heap of sated desires, and silent intimacy before sleep arrived, soothingly away the sweet aches of rough sex and even rougher love.
---~~~---
In the end, Toma didn’t choose him. “You’re not mean enough, tough enough. You don’t make me feel vulnerable. You just go along as I lead the way. You’re such a girl, and I don’t want that after all. It was fun though.”
That night Kame wrote a poem, and tried to convince himself that he didn’t care, that he hadn’t really loved the other after all.
That angry emotion
A reddened face
Yelling, screaming,
Hating you.
You’re always first.
Not fair, I say
Yes, you’re sweet
But under that,
Under that so…
So ugly,
So self-consumed.
I don’t understand.
I don’t want to,
Not even a little.
Wait, that’s a lie.
I promised I wouldn’t lie again.
You made me.
It’s your fucking fault!
But I do care,
Even when I don’t want to.
Why… fucking why?
Why still, still you matter?
Even after all,
After all this shit,
All the drama,
The drama you made,
The drama I cared about,
Cared about to make you happy.
Well… are you?
Are you fucking happy now?
Because I’m not,
Not even close.
Happy and Me,
We’re like oil and water,
Like east and west,
Like here and Timbuktu.
So maybe you could do me a favor…
Maybe you could just fuck off.
Just fucking fuck off.
Fuck off now.
But know that I’m not bitter…
I don’t regret.
And the lies never stop.
He was marginally successful if one didn’t count the five hundred times daily that Toma’s countenance floated through his mind, or the thousand times daily that he wanted to plunge his fist straight into Ryo’s sarcastic, conniving face.
