Akira's Birthday part 2 by Kristin Huntsman released 12/24/97 "I can't believe I let myself be talked into this," Suoh mumbled to himself, shaking his head as he followed Akira and Nokoru up to the second floor of Akira's home. "Into what, Takamura-sempai?" Akira inquired, with a certain brightness that showed he had no clue what Nokoru had planned for him. "Umm...." Suoh felt a sweatdrop bead on the side of his head as he tried to figure out how to answer that. "Into helping me with your birthday present, Akira," Nokoru replied for him. "Oh." Akira paused. "What *is* my birthday present, Kaichou?" Nokoru smiled. "You'll see," he said evasively. The second door to the right was Akira's bedroom and Suoh noticed, with no little trepidation, Nokoru locking the door behind them before dropping the duffel bag he carried onto the floor. "Kaichou?" Akira inquired. Nokoru smiled and knelt, zipping open the bag and tossing the thing on top, a silk sash in bright red, at Suoh. "Suoh, will you blindfold Akira so he can't peek?" Suoh nodded, resigned to the idea, and crossed to Akira. "Is it all right, Ijyuin?" he asked before doing anything. Akira nodded, looking cutely puzzled, and Suoh looped the long red scarf twice around his head, over his eyes, before tightening it and tying a secure knot in the back. "You can't see, can you?" he asked, waving his hand in front of Akira's eyes. "No, Takamura-sempai," Akira said, shaking his head. He sat down on the edge of his bed behind him as Suoh left, walking back over to Kaichou and the duffel bag. He listened carefully, honestly unable to see, trying to figure out what Kaichou was giving him for a present. He couldn't guess - there were a few muffled sounds, a couple of laughs from Kaichou, and whispers of indignation from Takamura-sempai that he couldn't quite make out the words to. "Akira, do you like chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry best?" Nokoru asked. "Um... strawberry," Akira replied, curious now more than ever about what exactly it was Kaichou was giving him. "See, I told you, Suoh!" Nokoru said. Then there were no more sounds save for Akira's breathing. "Kaichou?" Akira asked into the silence. Two pairs of hands grasped him gently and guided Akira to lay back down upon his bed. Fingers brushed across each of his cheeks, then hands took his wrists and pinned them lightly to the bed. Other hands began unfastening the jacket of his school uniform. "Kaichou!" Akira struggled, being alarmed. "Shh," Nokoru's voice soothed while those hands slowly unfastened one button and moved on to the next. "Do you trust us, Akira? ...Do you trust me?" "Y-yes, but what--" Akira's words were cut off by a pair of lips brushing against his own in a momentary caress. "Kaichou?" he whispered as those lips moved away. "You only have to say 'stop,'" a voice, Kaichou's, whispered into his ear. The hands unfastening his jacket finished, and pushed it off to the sides, then began with the buttons of his shirt. Lips brushed against Akira's forehead, a slight breath ruffling through his hair, and drifted with a soft touch over his cheek and back to his mouth again, pressing against them in a kiss. A tongue darted out to tease wetly at Akira's lips, tracing around, then squiggling its way inside until Akira had to open his mouth. It retreated then, leaving Akira in an open-mouthed kiss with.... he wondered, with a dazed sense to the word. The hands holding his wrists let go of them and slid down his arms, then to the back of his head, where they untied the knot in the silk scarf around his eyes. The fingers unfastening his buttons finished as the red was unwound from Akira's eyes, and he blinked in the sudden brightness, seeing Nokoru so close to him and Suoh sliding the white fabric of his shirt off of Akira's chest. Nokoru didn't allow Akira time to protest just yet; instead he pressed their lips back together. he thought, seeing Akira's gray eyes waver, undecided about everything. He could feel Akira's heartbeat so close to his. Akira's heart was so steady, so strong.... He pulled away, letting Akira breathe, think, speak. "Ka-kaichou?" Akira whispered, still stunned. He could feel his heart beating fast from surprise... and that other thing. Nokoru's blue eyes were steady as they looked into Akira's. "I love you, Akira. I want you to stop having that lonely look in your eyes whenever you think Suoh and I aren't looking. Will you let me... *us*... do this with you?" "Do... what?" Akira asked. Kaichou looked at Takamura-sempai, and Takamura-sempai looked at Akira and answered the question - "Sex," he said. "But... we're all male!" Akira exclaimed. Suoh and Nokoru stared at him, sweatdrops on the side of their heads. "Um, Akira, that doesn't really *matter*..." Nokoru said, a trifle uneasily. Akira blinked. Suoh sighed. "Ijyuin, it's quite as possible for people of the same gender to have sex as it is for people of opposite genders to have sex," he explained. Akira pondered that for a minute. Then he turned bright red, a few things suddenly falling into place for him. Like the way Takamura-sempai had been so much freer with touching Kaichou for the last several months... and the things Akira had read, not understanding them, in his eyes when Takamura-sempai looked at Kaichou. And that same look in Kaichou's eyes sometimes when he looked at Takamura-sempai. "Y-y-y-y-y-you've been--!!" he started, unable to finish due to the extremity of his blushing. Nokoru and Suoh exchanged another look. "Having sex?" Nokoru asked gently as he looked back at Akira. "We've become lovers? Yes to both, Akira." "What about Nagisa-san?!" Akira asked, finding a sentence he could latch onto without stuttering it to death. Takamura-sempai blushed and looked at his hands in his lap. "Nagisa-san is still a little girl," he said, his voice soft and affectionate, as it always was when he spoke of his love. "But I'm not a child anymore. I love Kaichou too, Ijyuin, and he and I will only have a very few years where we can be this to one another... with Nagisa-san I have the rest of my life. I don't love her any the less than I ever did, but...." He paused as if to breathe, but Akira heard no indrawn breath. Suoh looked up, meeting his eyes, pride and the determination that wove Suoh's future out of itself showing strong in his eyes. "I only have a little time to be able to love Nokoru like this, Ijyuin," he explained. "When Nagisa-san is old enough, it will stop, and it will be as if it had never been. Do you think it wrong of me?" "Um...." Akira looked at Nokoru while trying to answer Suoh. The oldest boy's hair caught the weak winter sun, turning it into a golden halo aound him. Deception versus reality - Akira knew that Kaichou was no angel. But he was a lot of other things that Akira admired. And something that Akira could understand... ... lonely. It couldn't be wrong, to love someone who was so lonely as Kaichou. Kaichou -- /Nokoru/ -- never showed it to them, but Akira knew. "... No, sempai," Akira whispered. Nokoru paused, knowing this was the moment Akira would either refuse or accept these actions. He didn't want to place undue pressure on his friend, at least not any that he could avoid. "Akira?" he asked simply, softly, holding out one hand. Giving Akira the choice to join Suoh and him... or not. Akira hesitated. "Kaichou, I--" Nokoru nodded and drew his hand back. "I understand, Akira." "No!" Akira's exclamation both startled and surprised Nokoru. "It's not that, Kaichou," he said, grasping that withdrawing hand. "It's just that...." Akira turned red and looked down at his lap. "I don't know how," he whispered. "Akira..." Nokoru murmured, feeling happiness flood his heart. He didn't let it show in his eyes, though... happy he might be, but Suoh and Akira didn't need to know how much he was in love/lust (they could be the same thing sometimes, he had finally decided) with both of them, not when they were in love with others. "I think," Suoh said with the merest touch of dry humor in his voice, "that we could manage to teach you between the two of us, Ijyuin." "We could start," Nokoru said, lighting up like a candle at the thought, "with kisses and various applications thereof!" Things got a little blurry after that for Suoh. With two people it was reasonably easy to keep track of legs and arms and other entangled body parts. Likewise it was simpler to be able to guess with any reasonable amount of accuracy who was doing what to who at any given moment. Three people changed the rules he was used to working by. Not that it made it any less fun. Though he did have something to complain about with the fact that Nokoru decided to teach Akira various esoterica using Suoh as a guinea pig, taking him right to the edge several times, backing off, then letting Akira repeat the technique in excruciatingly pleasurable detail on Suoh again. Next time was *definitely* Kaichou's turn. Of course, it hadn't all been experimenting on him.... Some of the time had been spent teaching Ijyuin some of Nokoru's weak spots, and some of the time had been spent discovering Akira's own. The best parts, though, had been spent in experimentation of just exactly how three boys' bodies could fit together, moving in synch until the heat and need built up into release. Suoh'd come at least twice, once buried to the hilt inside of Kaichou's flesh, the second time utterly out of control as Akira rode him and he tried not to respond as violently as he did. Suoh reflected, as he drifted off in a tangle of sweaty, splattered limbs, Nokoru between him and Ijyuin and both of them already sleeping, that it had been a very good, very enlightening day. He hoped Ijyuin had enjoyed Nokoru's birthday present as well.