Accidents Happen


by Tenshi


"Do ya hafta go?" Rowen crooned sleepily at Sage. Rowen was lolling on his bed on his stomach, wearing nothing but a corner of the counterpane draped lazily over his hips. He hadn't been awake long. And when Rowen first got up...

Rowen gazed up at Sage with a pair of puppy dog eyes that would have made Sai proud. "Wantcha ta stay..."

Unfortunately Sage was immune to puppy dog eyes. "I can't goof around. I've got stuff I need to do today, Rowen."

Rowen rolled over on his back, immodestly letting the bedspread slither to the floor as he stretched himself over the matress. "Am I on that list?" He smirked and ran his hands down his thighs, wiggling slightly. Sage concentrated on his cuffs. Rowen was damn good about getting his way, and he had no qualms about using his body to do so.

"I can't. I've got to run some errands and...and-" Sage's voice trailed away into nothing as he caught sight of Rowen staring into Sage's eyes, his own glittering darkly as he slid one hand between his spread legs. The tip of his tounge slipped over his lip and he groaned, touching himself, midnight eyes sliding closed. Good god he was sexy. And he knew it quite well.

"Stay with me..." Rowen whispered, and arched under his own touch, lifting his hips towards Sage. "I want you to do this..." A soft sigh escaped him as he looked back up at Sage. "Need you..." Sage reached out almost involuntarily to touch Rowen's cheek, his fingertips gliding over the smooth skin of his throat and into the soft strands of indigo hair laying against the base of his neck.

He shouldn't stay.. he really shouldn't... Rowen had captured Sage's wrist and was kissing his palm, working the button free on the cuff and pushing up the sleeve. His mouth moved up Sage's forearm to the inside of his elbow, delivering an open wet kiss and nibbling at the soft skin there. Sage shuddered. "Rowen- I should-"

"How often do we have the whole house to ourselves, Sage?" Rowen rotated his entire body easily, coming up on his knees to be eye level with Sage. He knelt in the tangled sheets, hooking one finger through Sage's belt loop and tugging him over to the edge of the bed. They hadn't been lovers very long, So far the only member of the household that knew was Mia. The opportunity to love each other without having to be quiet and secretive was too rare to waste.

"You fight dirty..." Sage murmured, but he was smiling. No trip to the mall today.

"I learned from the best..." Rowen bit Sage's lower lip lightly as he unbuttoned the perfectly ironed shirt with nimble fingers "And dirty is what I DO best."

"mmm..." Sage pulled Rowen in tightly, feeling his bare chest brush his lover's. His hands ran over Rowen's body, falling in love with the feel of him all over again.

Rowen's half-lidded eyes sparkled in Sage's, their lips touching only barely. Rowen's whisper was a physical experience. "I wanna scream when you take me..."

That was it.

"Damn you, Rowen," Sage sighed in surrender, flinging off his open shirt and plunging down into the bed, Rowen's muted triumphant chuckle in his ear....

Ryou leaned his bike by the side of the house and yanked off his helmet, a noise of disgust in the back of his throat. That movie had been perfectly horrible, not worth waiting to see the damn boat sink, and the special effects were not all THAT. He'd left after thirty minutes. And no way was he going to stand around and decorate the mall while waiting for Mia to get done shopping. He'd go and get her later. Meanwhile, there was nobody home but Rowen, who was doubtless still in bed at 11 am, and there was a hockey game and a bottle of Killian's Red screaming his name.

Screw the movie.

Ryou tucked his hemlet under one arm and poked a questing finger into the mailbox. Humm. Bills, You may have just won yeah yeah, and a box.

"Nnn?" Ryou tilted his head to read whom it was adressed to. Sage. From someplace called "MS&MB" Ah. that would be some of his hocus pocus stuff. Ryou recognized the chick on the purple stamp label. "Eye of Newt, tongue of Bat, Kama Sutra and other crap," Ryou mumbled.

For someone who frequently donned mystic armor to battle the forces of evil, he could be terribly practical. "Better stick it in his room." Ryou juggled helmet and mail to get his key in the lock, kicked of his sneakers and tromped upstairs, ready to deposit the parcel in Sage's inner sanctum.

That's when he heard the cry of anguish from Rowen's room.

"K'so! Rowen!" Ryou pelted to the archer's door, discovering it locked. His danger sense was screaming in his brain. Ryou backed up a few paces and slammed his shoulder into it, the hinges giving way and the door lurching drunkenly open.

"Rowen! Are you alright?! Where's the Dynasty sonuvabit...ich.." Ryou's voice dwindled to a mortified croak. His first impression was that some blond naked guy was attacking Rowen. Then he realized that was Sage- and he wasn't attacking anybody. His heart went into his throat and his stomach into his socks as the situation dawned on him with all the grace of a ton of bricks. "Uh..... um.... oops." Ryou went from pissed to confused to humiliated in the span of seven seconds.

Sage had lifted his head from Rowen's mouth and was regarding Ryou steadily.

"Ryou," he said, as though the bearer of the Wildfire armor had simply invaded his room while Sage was reading, "don't you EVER knock?"

Rowen snickered, eyeing the remains of the door over Sage's pale shoulder. "I call that one hell of a knock."

"I uh.. sorryguys i didn't meanto I'll, um... I'll go now, sorrylaterbye." Ryou fled, heart pounding and his mind hurting from what he'd just witnessed.

Sage sighed softly, burying his face in Rowen's neck."Well this is just ducky, isn't it."

"Hadta happen sooner or latah." Rowen shifted under Sage, moaning slightly. "I just wish he coulda chosen a better time."

"YOU were the one who screamed your fool head off."

"Ya the one who likes it." Rowen nodded his head to where their bodies were joined. "An' it's ya own fault."

"Should we go talk to him?"

"Yah, coz I'm gonna have a guilt trip fuckin like minks or sumthin' while Ryou's prying his jaw out of the floorboards."


Ryou sat on the couch with his knees drawn up to his chest, clutching the remote control in a white-knuckled grasp as though it was a link to sanity. The Thoroughblades were playing the Angels but Ryou was oblivious to the hockey game.

Somewhere in the back his mind he knew he should have expected this, hell, he'd caught himself looking at all of the guys at one time or another. But that was kid stuff, or left over from what they'd been through together. You outgrew it-

Right?

Ryou knew that if he was going to think about the situation logically, about what it meant to him and to the group, he was going to have to shake the image out of his head. But he couldn't. It was as though the vision of the two pale entwined bodies had been engraved on his retina, the way Sage's body was tense with careful restraint and the way Rowen's mouth was open in soundless pleasure.

Just what was he feeling, anyway? Embarrassment? Stupidity? Anger at himself for failing to see it? Desire? His mind whispered.

"No," he said softly, as though in protest.

Jealousy?

Ryou shook his head violently as though to dislodge the thought. Jealous. How silly. Who was he going to be jealous of? Sage, for taking Rowen? Ha.

Or Rowen, for BEING taken by Sage? His Psyche was purring smugly now.

Now wouldn't you like to know what that must feel like?

"It's just because they didn't tell me," Ryou insisted to himself, but some cynical Devils advocate within him laughed and called him a fool. He sighed into his knees.

"Who's winnin?" Rowen vaulted over the back of the couch and sprawled, with a thump, into the cushions next to Ryou. He was wearing a carefully easygoing smile and a worried light in nonchalant eyes. Neither suited him well.

"Hawks," Ryou muttered, wishing he hadn't noticed how long the tight denim made Rowen's legs look.

Sage glanced at the screen. The Blades were up by two. He sighed and folded his arms on the couch back. "Ryou, we want to talk to you."

"Really? How surprising."

"Don't be a bitch, Ryou." Rowen turned on the couch, leaning his back against the armrest and tucking his feet underneath him. "We were GOING to tell you, it's just that the moment hadn't come up yet and well, we kinda enjoyed having it ta ourselves." Rowen paused, frowning at Ryou with a slight anxiety most unlike him. Ryou was motionless; staring at the top left corner of the TV. "Ya.. ya got a right to be upset, I guess."

"Whatever made you think I was upset?" Ryou's voice tripped him up with a quaver, but he ignored it.

Sage eased himself onto the couch next to Ryou. "I don't know, maybe the fact that you melted the remote control?"

"Hnn?" Ryou glanced at the device he held, it was squished into an anonymous mass of black plastic, contoured to the palm of his hand. "Oh, damn." He growled, dropping the ruined item to the floor. He hadn't done anything like that in a long time.

"Ryou," Sage's tone was that deadly serious "sensei voice" Ryou knew so well. "If you don't like this well- I don't know what we can do about it. We're kind of- attached to each other, you know." Sage wasn't the type of person to announce his loves to the world. "If you like, I suppose we could move-"

"Oh hell, Sage," Ryou turned to look at him for the first time. "I'm not going to make you GO anywhere. I'm not surprised that you're lovers I'm just surprised that-" He shut up abruptly and glowered at the screen some more.

"That we didn't tell ya?" Ryou shrugged. "Sumthin' like that." He wondered suddenly what Rowen's lips tasted like, and pressed his face harder into his knees. "S'nothin. M'happy for you two- you got something."

Sage quirked an eyebrow at Rowen over Ryou's back, wondering if the other warrior had heard the same thing in Ryou's tone that Sage had. Rowen nodded once, and then smiled like he'd just solved some cosmic math equation.

"You... have Mia," Sage offered tentatively, trying to place the envy he had heard in Ryou's voice. Ryou half-shrugged again, in pseudo agreement. He didn't look at them.

"Don't ya love her?" Rowen queried, with his usual directness.

"Of course I do." but it's not the same as loving you... "Now, go on and do whatever, guys," Ryou reached for the mutilated remote control. "You don't have to baby-sit me, I'm fine. Just wanna watch my game."

"Is that all you want?" Sage asked, very softly, and Ryou swung his head around to look him in the eye. He had the feeling Sage wasn't talking about hockey.

"It's what I can have," he said, measuring his words very carefully.

"But not all," Sage countered, reaching up with one hand, and letting his fingertips barely brush Ryou's copper skin. Ryou shut his eyes tightly, but did not turn away. "You could always have more- if you wanted to, of course."

Ryou shivered. Surely Sage wasn't- "I would never- never ASK you to-"

A white finger pressed against Ryou's lips, silencing him. "You aren't asking," Sage whispered. Ryou felt Rowen's warmth up against his back, arms sliding around his waist.

"We're offering, Ryou. " Rowen flashed a quicksilver smile, as though inviting Ryou to the movies. "Ya wanna?"

Ryou's throat worked as he swallowed hard. He nodded. "But I don't know what to-"

Sage's kiss ended his protest. Ryou stopped breathing, his hand clenching and unclenching spasmodically until Rowen gently grasped his wrist and twined his fingers with Ryou's. Ryou whimpered as Sage's tongue slid into him, never having been kissed like this, not even aware of how it felt to hold part of someone else within him. Ryou kissed back cautiously, carefully trying to mimic Sage's expertise and thinking he might have just gotten it down pat when delicate hands brushed his hair aside and a warm wet kiss was placed on the back of his neck. Ryou inhaled sharply, startled into immobility. Rowen's mouth migrated from his neck to his ear, nipping at the delicate skin with lips and teeth and tongue all conspiring to make him writhe helplessly in the double embrace of his friends.

"Unnh-" He managed, eloquently, when Sage's lips parted from his. He blinked dazedly at Sage.

Good god. Sage had just- and Rowen was still- unnnnnnn.... Ryou shivered as Rowen swirled his tongue gently inside Ryou's ear, his breath warm-cool all at once and his hand moving up under Ryou's shirt to pet the sleek musculature.

"Do you like it, Ryou?" Sage's tone was always so sedate, he could have been asking an opinion on an outfit, and not Ryou's evaluation of how it felt to have Rowen suckling his earlobe.

Ryou managed a yes, and reached out vaguely for Sage, wanting him closer. Sage chuckled and grasped the fabric of Ryou's T-shirt, extracting him from the garment. Rowen leaned back on the armrest, pulling Ryou partially into his lap. His palms smoothed the planes of Ryou's chest and stomach, he kissed one broad shoulder lightly.

"Ya can always say stop, whenev'a ya want, Ryou," Rowen reminded him.

"I'd sooner die," Ryou panted earnestly, as Sage's hands flashed over the buttons on the fly of his jeans.

"Up," Sage instructed, pressing on Ryou's hips lightly to raise them.

Ryou did as he was told, and his jeans and boxers were removed as one, and blushed furiously when he realized he was utterly exposed. He pressed his face sideways against the soft fabric of Rowen's shirt, as if that could hide how obviously he wanted them. "S'all right, Ryou," Rowen soothed, stroking the wild ebony hair. "ya too pretty to be embarrassed."

Ryou chewed his lip. He could feel Sage's eyes on his body, even though he had yet to touch him. "It's just that-I've.. I've never, um-"

"Not even Mia?" Sage's voice was close to incredulous.

Ryou shook his head, daring to look at him for a second only. "I wouldn't dare."

"Noble to the end," Rowen smirked. "Gonna fix that, I suppose." He gazed down at Ryou in his arms, and tilted up his leader's chin to look in his tiger-blue eyes. "Ya sure, now?" He asked seriously.

Ryou smiled with a sudden dazzle. "Don't I LOOK sure enough?" he was still slightly crimson, but it was fading. "Geez, guys, I'm sprawled naked and submissive in your arms and at your mercy, whaddya want? A waiver? A signed note from myEEEEEPP!"

Sage's hand had closed unexpectedly on Ryou's sex, making him buck slightly in surprise. Sage smirked. "Nope, verbal consent will do." He lowered his head and proceeded to make Ryou writhe.

Rowen's eyes widened slightly.Voyeurism. Bonus. Should have thought of this WEEKS ago. Rowen stroked his fingers over Ryou's hair and throat as Sage worked Ryou with gentle aggression, Sage's hair a honey-colored puddle on Ryou's abdomen. It almost but not quite concealed the actions of his mouth. Sage was taking his time, giving Ryou a full sample of just what could be accomplished with patience and a little creativity. Ryou tangled his hand in Sage's hair, pushing his hips harder into that sweet liquid grasp unlike anything he'd dared imagine. He twitched involuntarily as Sage momentarily abandoned his sex to take a few experimental nibbles, and to surreptitiously wet his fingers.

Rowen bent his head to kiss Ryou on the lips, temporarily stalling the soft moan that had been constantly emanating from Ryou since Sage started. Ryou had such a hot, hungry kiss, Rowen thought, not much like Sage's rapid graceful conquest kisses. He wondered briefly if each of his comrades kissed in their own unique way. He desperately hoped to find out. Ryou nearly screamed into Rowen's mouth, his body jerking, and Rowen knew just what Sage had done. Ryou's tongue only paused in it's battle with Rowen's, then picked up again as his body was rocked against the archer's with the force of Sage's hand. Rowen's sex was pinned against Ryou's back, frustratingly restrained by his jeans, making him twist his hips hungrily against Ryou's weight. Sage lifted his head slightly, smiling faintly at the image of Rowen and Ryou with their mouths locked together, Ryou reaching up to grasp Rowen's hair and hold the ferocious lips against his own. Sage pressed his finger slightly deeper into Ryou, watching carefully for signs of refusal or pain. Ryou's body was so hot it bordered on burning, so tight it took real force to go past his entrance to touch the soft velvet inside.

"Too much, Ryou?" He nuzzled his cheek against Ryou's sex. At least being fingered wasn't turning him OFF. "I don't want to hurt you-"

Ryou tore his mouth from Rowen's. "More," he gasped, and reached down to clutch Sage's wrist, shoving the other warrior's hand further within him, growling slightly as Sage couldn't help but fill him. "hurts s'good...nnnnnnnn... More, Seiji." He leaned his head back against Rowen's shoulder and gasped as Sage began thrusting in and out, then lowered his mouth back over Ryou's sex, kissing him all over before sucking him in earnest.

Rowen thought he was going to come just from watching, with a lapful of passionate wildfire. Ryou saved him from finding out by squirming to reach between them, fumbling impatiently with Rowen's jeans until the warm silk length of him was in his hand. Ryou smiled in almost a feral way. He could feel Rowen's pulse pounding against his palm, and Rowen was so VERY hard. Rowen gasped and whispered his name when Ryou touched him. Ryou thought he would like very much to get used to the sound. "Well," Rowen tries to make it sound casual, but his voice was rough like a lion's purr, and his eyes unnaturally dark. "Isn't this.. interesting."

"It better be more than that," Ryou's grip tightened, then began moving. Rowen let his head go back, exhaling happily at what he'd been denied earlier. Ryou may have never been taken before, but he sure as hell knew how to touch. The mental image of their leader curled up in bed with his hand between his own thighs was almost too erotic to be borne. "God, Ryou, that's perfect." Ryou flinched, his hand loosing a beat as Sage's mouth left his sex, kissing his navel. He used his free hand to lift Sage's chin, gazing at him steadily for a moment. "Sage... please."

Sage blinked apologetically. "I would- but I don't-"

"Left side," Rowen gasped, with a nod to his undone jeans.

Sage's brows lowered in puzzlement, leaning over the two of them to rummage in Rowen's pocket. Ryou's sex pressed up against his stomach as he did so, and Sage leaned down to kiss Ryou as he searched. The hand that had been against Sage's face trailed down between his legs, feeling the heat that it found there. Sage pulled back for just a second, he and Ryou regarding each other quietly. Rowen touched Ryou's hair lightly, then Sages. The three way glance spoke of more than the physical contact, and time stilled as they realized their hearts were all pounding in unison, the pattern of their breath in perfect sequence. None of them had ever noticed that they were in synch like that.

Sage's hand found what Rowen had tucked, on a whim, into his pocket before they came downstairs. The tube was warm against his fingertips, stolen heat from Rowen's body.

"I don't BELIEVE you," Sage muttered, getting out of his clothes at top speed for the second time that day. Ryou's fingers trailed over each new surface as it was revealed, finally staring awed at Sage. He never realized how beautiful he was.

Okay. He realized. Maybe. But just on a sort of platonic-

Sage's slick fingers invaded him, stretching and wetting him for what was next.

Screw platonic. He wanted Sage inside his body, and he wanted him-

"NOW." Ryou's snarl was barely intelligible, hips no longer touching upholstery. Rowen's sex in his grasp was rubbing against the small of his back, and the archer was gritting his teeth to keep from moaning.

Sage lifted Ryou's leg over one shoulder, tucking the other up beside him, and covered Ryou's body with his. He had the ultimate privilege of seeing Ryou's pulpils, three inches from his own, dilate to almost nothing as Sage shoved into him. Then his eyes closed, his lips parting slightly, his head going to the side as a soft, awed noise sounded in his throat.

"Seiji...."

Sage could barely breathe. God Ryou was squeezing the life out of him, so tight it almost hurt, molten soft heat constricting around him like an ardent human volcano. "Unn... Ryou...." He had to be hurting him. There was NO way he couldn't be. "You've gotta-"

"Please." Ryou reached up to touch Sage's face again. Beneath him, Rowen had given up on trying to stifle his cries. "I want it..." Ryou sucked in a sudden breath as Sage shifted minutely inside him. "just like this, Seiji... just like this."

Sage buried his face against Ryou's neck, and in some twisted reversal it was Ryou that was petting Sage's hair, murmuring that it all would be alright.

Sage stopped trying to resist, and accepted Ryou's gift as was proper: By offering him explosions of pleasure beyond Ryou's most heated imaginings.

Rowen cried out not long thereafter, and Ryou felt hot liquid finality wet against his back, but Ryou was too gone to really take note of the sensation. Sage, his Sage, was taking him, giving to him what he'd only been peripherally aware of wanting, and he wasn't going to be able to sit for a week but he didn't care. It was worth it all when he looked up through sweat drenched bangs and the afterglow of the most fantastic climax of his life to see Sage toss his head suddenly, strands of gold clinging to his cheeks but the rest of it flying free around his perfect features, and felt the first rush of Sage's release flow into him like some floodgate had been opened. Sage's hands tightened once on Ryou's shoulders and then he fell forward into dark shaking arms with a last shudder of his own.

Sage lay still for a long span of seconds, panting silently. Ryou's orgasm had left trails of stuff across his stomach and in his HAIR and God knew how they were going to ever get the couch clean again. He withdrew with a pained groan. Ugh. What a me-

"Don' even say it." Rowen looked up, his eyes their usual color again but now far too glossy.

"Say WHAT?" Sage raised his head wearily. Ryou was still staring straight at the ceiling, murmuring to himself in awe.

"YOU were thinking how the hell we're going to clean up the mess."

Ryou blinked once.

"Well yes as a matter of fact I was, but if you'll give me a minute to remember where I left my brain I'll get back to you on that."

"Heh. Read ya mind."

Ryou blinked twice.

"woo hoo. REAALY impressive, Rowen. Especially since we're psychically bound. I need a drink. Now."

"Well I didn't-"

"What the HELL was that?"

Rowen and Sage both looked down at Ryou, still staring at the ceiling.

He had an odd look on his face, as though he might cry.

"Aw, geezz, Ryou- we really should have planned this bettah."

"I KNEW I was going to hurt you, Ryou, Damnit why don't you EVER listen to me?"

Ryou bit his lip.

And snickered.

"Whazzat?" Rowen tried to read Ryou's expression from upside-down, but it wasn't easy.

"Excuse me, but are you LAUGHING?" Sage actually managed to sound really offended, but his lips twitched.

"Yes!" Ryou wheezed. The laugh had turned into a chortle, and finally a full pitched giggle fit. He curled up on his side. "I don't know why.. heehhheeee.. I jus' thought.. thought you two would.. hee hheee.. be all romantic after or something... and.. and.. " he degenerated into a guffaws for a while. "It.. just.. just struck me as funny..*snicker* that nothing ..hee.. nothing changed. Heeee heehheehhe-ow. OW ow. Hee hee."

Rowen was trying very hard not to laugh. "Ryou," he said seriously, "I think ya hysterical."

"HKKKEeeeee! Oh HELL yeah. Hysterical. Definitely." He nodded his head rapidly several times. "I mean.. you guys are my best friends and we.. and we.. just... " His laugh quavered into a tremble. "I think I want a drink too."

"I don't think you need one." Sage tilted up Ryou's face. "Ryou-"

"Geesh, Sage," Ryou started to bat away Sage's hand, and then paused and kissed it. "Quit babying' me. I've had my one shot, I'm okay."

"One shot?" Rowen drew himself up a bit. "that BETTER not be a one shot, because I get him next!"

Ryou tilted his head like an inquisitive puppy. "You mean, you want to again... sometime?"

Rowen and Sage looked at Ryou. Then they looked at each other.

Both of them smiled.

"Oh, SHIT. What am I gonna tell MIA?"


Mia waited at the curb, checking her watch. Ryou should be here by now to pick her up. She knew he'd left early to go on home and watch the game- and there was nobody there to stall him but Rowen, and Sage had called to say he'd be staying home too so to cancel their planned meeting for lunch at DiGiornos. With Sage and Rowen fully occupied there'd be nothing to distract... Ryou.. from...Oh, dear.

Ryou and Rowen AND Sage....Her lips curved into a knowing smile.

"I better get Polaroids," she muttered wickedly to herself, and waved down a taxi. Kento could surely sneak and get some pics. Besides, if he didn't-

She'd tell everybody what he and Sai had done when the car broke down a month ago.


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