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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Yu-Gi-Oh!_Zexal
  Relationship:
      Thomas_Arclight/Kamishiro_Rio/Kamishiro_Ryouga
  Character:
      IV_|_Thomas_Arclight, Kamishiro_Rio, Kamishiro_Ryouga
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-20 Words: 5880
****** armistice day ******
by Qu-ko_(Qu_the_Mighty)
Summary
     “Please, no need to fight, you two. There’s enough of me to go
     around, honest!” IVRyoRio threesome time!
"You think yours is big? Mine’s bigger, easily.”
"Who needs to prove anything, I wonder?" The smirk in IV’s voice is audible
even from behind a wall. "Not me. But if you really need to compare, I’ll just
pull it out and show you.”
Rio stares hard at the molding at the bottom of the opposite wall, behind the
corner in the hallway. It’s been about ten minutes since IV entered the house,
three of which were spent in relative silence at that, and yet their banter has
escalated to this level of innuendo.
…Innuendo, indeed. And yet, what if it’s exactly what it sounds like this time?
It’d all be so comical if it weren’t frustrating to watch them do this every
time IV decides to follow Ryouga home like a lost puppy, and Ryouga pretends he
minds just enough to utter half-hearted complaints that launch them into
another mock-argument.
No more. Something has to give. Today.
Rounding the corner into the living room like she hasn’t just listened in on
the two of them having a verbal dick-waving contest, she makes her way up to
her brother just as he opens his mouth to retort and crosses the proverbial
line in the sand that separates his personal space from hers.
"May I interject here?" Rio asks with all the niceties of poisoned honey, and
Ryouga opens his mouth to respond, but she continues, "No need to answer that,
because I’m going to anyway."
"Rio—"
She places her hands on his shoulders and stands on tiptoe, silently cursing
older twin brothers for their tendency to eventually grow taller than their
sisters before easing him backward, one step, then another, and another. Her
voice loses its polite edge the next time she speaks. “Will you do me a very,
very big favor and just kiss IV already? Assuming you planned to keep along
that line of thought, that is.”
The sound that emerges from Ryouga’s throat is halfway between an indignant
squawk and a choke. “What the hell?” he asks, and his face hardens as he
realizes where her mind has gone. “What line of thought?! We were talking about
our ace monsters! What did you think we were—”
“‘Scuse me, but uh,” IV says, putting a hand on his hip, “as much as Ryouga
probably wishes his dick was bigger than mine, that wasn’t actually what we
were talking about. Sorry to have to break it to you.”
…Oh.
Rio can almost hear the sound of glass shattering in her head as she musters a
stupefied, “You’re— You’re just proving my point!” She looks from one to the
other, then backs off Ryouga and instead moves to reel IV in by the shoulder,
positioning herself tactically between the two of them and the only way out of
the living room. “I’m just — I’m tired of watching you two act like there’s
nothing loaded about how you behave with each other! Making passes at each
other, and the looks I see you exchange… Why can’t you be honest with each
other for once?”
Rio’s lips tighten as she sets her hands akimbo. She knew he would want to run
once she crashed their little sparring session, after all — this is just
covering her bases. Ryouga and IV look at each other, mutually uncomfortable.
(She would like to think it’s discomfort at the idea of honesty than the idea
of kissing each other.)
"Why can’t we be honest with each other," Ryouga quotes in disbelief, his eyes
darkening in a way that makes her stomach drop in ill premonition. "You want to
tell me again who’s the one not being honest here? Better yet, wanna explain
why you’re so personally invested in us?"
The wind is knocked out of her sails, just like that.
Suddenly both of them have their eyes turned to her, expecting an answer, and
soon. The smirk has even dropped from IV’s face — he wants to know, too. She
feels gravity intensify in her gut.
"There’s nothing—"
The gunshot glare Ryouga is giving her shatters any pretense of Rio wanting to
make an excuse or a denial. It’s a reflex, one she’s mastered to any ears that
aren’t his, but she can’t carry it out this time, especially when he uses that
damn look against her. It’s a duel in which he’s called her bluff yet again —
she kicks a foot and curls her hands into fists at her side.
"Fine. I didn’t want to tell you yet, but if you want to know, then… fine. It—
It bothers me, all right?" As if it isn’t already obvious, Rio thinks, and
curses herself. She just had to get caught red-handed, didn’t she? “I want you
to do something because I don’t want to see that taken away from you!” Her
voice lowers, and the floor is suddenly much more interesting than either of
their faces. It just sort of comes out: “Even if you had to go and start
flirting with the person I wanted before I could get the chance…”
Ryouga suddenly looks like his sister has hit him with a cinder block.
"So, are you going to do something about it or not?" she finishes.
It takes a full minute for the shock to drop off Ryouga’s face, but it is
replaced with self-loathing and remorse, one that tells Rio instantly what he’s
thinking. He’s angry for not noticing, for not seeing it earlier, for having
gone that far and almost—
"No," he says, and means it in the way of a brother who refuses to hurt his
sister.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rio thinks she sees IV wilt for a moment, but is
too busy looking at her brother with a gaze that longs to somehow break the
cycle of martyring they’ve set up for each other to check. So busy, in fact,
that she’s still grappling with words to perhaps make him reconsider and bring
them out of this impasse that when IV finally speaks again, it cuts through the
silence and sounds a lot louder and more intrusive than it should.
“Please, no need to fight, you two. There’s enough of me to go around, honest!”
Both red and blue eyes turn to the third party in the room. Ryouga balls his
fist up at his side and takes a step towards him, and Rio knows exactly what’s
coming, so she thinks fast to avert disaster.
"…How much do you mean that, IV?"
She’s looking… disturbingly… speculative.Ryouga halts in his tracks.
"Rio! Have you fucking—?!"
"Lost it? Not any more than you," she finishes for him, and he shuts his mouth
with an audible click of teeth. "Trying to out-martyr each other is a game
neither of us is going to win. You know that as well as I do. And if I have to
be honest about this, so do you, so at least do me the courtesy of kissing him
before I do it." He turns a vivid red as she finishes with, "You did get there
first, unfortunately."
“Hell no, and—” nobody is using their brain anymore, why isn’t anybody using
their fucking brain anymore, she can all but hear him thinking in a
panic—”don’t make up my mind for me!”
"Ryouga, just fucking drop it," IV bites out, stepping forward. "Quit letting
your pride get in the way of a solution, and don’t tear your relationship with
your sister apart just because you both happen to want to screw the same
person."
Ryouga’s response is to seethe so visibly that Rio is sure steam might have
been pouring out of his ears. “You little— You’re just saying that because
you’re the one who’ll—”
"Stop it!" Rio shouts, stomping a foot. She tosses a furtive, thankful glance
at IV out of the corner of her eye, knowing he could’ve easily just kept on
with the smart remarks as if he didn’t care, or just dived in and kissed one of
them — which would have been something she might’ve tried to deck him for, too
— and pins Ryouga with an earnest expression.
"I know. I understand, Ryouga. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t trust either
or both of you not to do something weird. But the other option is that nobody
gets anything, and isn’t it you who taught me I shouldn’t just settle?"
Relinquishing her post at the door frame, reassured in the knowledge that she’s
got them both where she wants them, Rio places a hand on Ryouga’s shoulder at a
fair distance, a gentler touch that lacks the pushiness from before. "I’m not a
little girl anymore. Please?"
And it is then that Ryouga knows he has lost. She watches in mild satisfaction
as his reaction is to use a hand to remove Rio’s from his shoulder and stomp up
to IV, seizing his shirt collar and pitching his voice dangerously low.
"Listen up, asshole. I don’t care if you want to play your stupid games with
me, but if you pull any of your shit with Rio, you’ll regret it. I’ll make you
wish you’d never even made her come up with this stupid fucking idea in the
first place."
IV reaches a hand up and lays it over Ryouga’s hand in a surprisingly gentle
touch. “You should know damn well how I feel about fucking up your lives again
by now,” he says, “but fine.”
The fist unwinds from his shirt, and then there is a paralyzing quiet for a few
moments while they all succumb to inaction. Rio realizes that the ball is most
likely in her court, and she has to initiate this, this whatever-it-is — if it
isn’t her, it’s not going to happen. She swallows away the cold lump in her
throat and crosses the gap that separates her and IV, leaning in for a kiss.
Her chest swells with pride and disbelief as he catches and holds her face
skillfully, and even more when she starts groping for Ryouga’s hand at her
side, only to feel him take it in both of his, the metal of his ring warm
against her skin.
—That makes it okay, doesn’t it? It’s okay if it’s like this.
The sheer eagerness that she meets IV’s lips with practically forces him to
take a step backward to keep his balance, but perhaps it comes as no surprise
that she’s going all in despite her inexperience, kissing for all she’s worth
until she’s out of breath and flush-faced, drawing away and casting a quick
smile at him before looking at her brother.
"Unless you’d rather play second fiddle to me, I suggest you go next."
"Don’t tell me what to do," Ryouga grits, still having to smother the urge to
yank Rio away from IV if the tight look on his face is any indication. But when
she steps aside, she is surprised by the speed at which Ryouga pushes himself
at IV, lashing out with ferocity that goes above and beyond what Rio had put
in.
After all the biting and gripping and desperation, IV seems to chase Ryouga’s
lips for a final nip before they let go, but once he does, he plops down on the
couch behind them, heaving a colossal sigh. “Too bad you can’t kiss two people
at once, huh?”
Rio is the first to think of something to say; Ryouga is too busy looking away
and pretending not to be horribly awkward about this entire thing. “There must
be some way to… do this… isn’t there?”
"There’s plenty of ways," he says, putting his arms up on the back of the couch
and crossing one leg over the other. "But you two can decide for now. Maybe
later we can—"
"Perhaps we’ll entertain that later. Much later. I believe clothes have to come
off first…" She makes a pointed glance at Ryouga, then reaches for the buttons
of IV’s shirt. "You take the other half. It’ll be easier."
"Easier?" he repeats, quirking a brow.
"Because you both… You’re both… You know. Just do it."
"Because we both have dicks?" IV says helpfully, uncrossing his legs and
looking a little too eager.
Rio rolls her eyes and feels the flush heat her skin. “Yes. That.”
When his shirt is mostly undone, like one of those guys that always shows up on
the cover of shameful reading materials she keeps stowed away in a sacred
place, Rio leans back to make sure Ryouga has acquiesced — and he has, a hand
threaded in IV’s belt while the other rests on his thigh despite his grudging
scowl. But IV directs her attention away, cupping her chin with his fingers
before pulling her in for another kiss, letting one hand settle on her
shoulder.
He looks comfortable with this arrangement. Too comfortable, she thinks, but
then he makes a sound in her mouth without letting go, and she can only let him
have his fill before he pulls back with a smirk. And when Rio turns her head,
she sees why — Ryouga has managed to get his pants down to his knees and is
tonguing the head of his cock. She has half a mind to just tell him to slow
down, to enjoy it while it lasts and not race to the finish like that (because
in all likelihood, this is a one-time thing, she supposes), but what comes out
is much different.
"You’re doing it wrong."
"How am I doing it wrong?" he replies, mouth still half-full. "You can’t do
this wrong."
"You can so, and you’re doing it wrong."
"Would you rather do this?”
"I could, and he would like it. But you need the practice."
"How the hell would you know?"
The rebuttal comes out of her mouth before she can parse what the hell she’s
just said. “Because you’re a virgin, and—”
"So are you, and if you tell me otherwise, you’ve got some explaining to do.”
Ryouga looks up and glowers at her.
Rio’s lips twitch. “At least I don’t show it.”
"Yes, I bet you’re very proud of yourself."
"…That’s it. Move." She squints at Ryouga, furious and biting her lower lip in
a gesture that, by the halfway mesmerized look on IV’s face, is far more
appealing and sexy than it needs to be.
What happens next, even Rio doesn’t expect. Ryouga, in his stubbornness (or
perhaps something else?), chooses not to move away, even as he shifts to let
Rio settle at IV’s other knee.
"Ryouga…?"
It turns out they reach their target at roughly the same time. Just as Rio lets
her lips envelop the tip of IV’s length, Ryouga pushes his legs further apart
and does — something Rio can’t see to the underside of it, or maybe to his
balls, that makes his hips twitch upwards. Her heart skips a beat when IV
throws his head back and lets his fingers dig into the couch cushions to his
left and right, laughing breathlessly between one moan and another.
"If someone — hah — had told me I’d be double-teamed by you — mmh — just
yesterday, I’d never have believed it."
"Shut up, IV," comes the slightly muffled voice of Ryouga from below her.
Rio stays her descent for a moment to flick a glance up at him. “No, actually,
don’t. Please feel free to be as loud as you want. I actually find it rather
hot.”
It seems there is no objection from Ryouga, or at least no wise response,
because he says nothing as she finally, finally takes heart and moves forward,
circling her tongue around him before starting to move lower. Somehow, she can
taste Ryouga on him, and it’s… different, although she doesn’t know how it’s
different.
IV moans again, a hotter, more vibrant sound than before, petting Rio’s hair
gently now, as hers is the only one he can reach without ruining the precarious
position. Ryouga continues working underneath Rio’s face until he grows tired
of it, she supposes, and pops back up, just as she rises from IV’s cock with a
few weak coughs — she’s taken him too deeply.
"Don’t overdo it."
"I’m not overdoing it," she protests at her brother’s admonishment, pouting.
But after a moment, they share a look, and just as IV is about to make some
smart-assed comment or other, lower their heads once more, as one this time.
Two ribbons of tongue dart out past slightly parted lips to draw glistening
patterns all over him — they meet, just once, and both withdraw awkwardly as
they avert their eyes and try to pretend it didn’t happen.
It is Ryouga’s turn next, says the curt nod Rio gives to him; she takes the
opportunity to rise and hover above IV’s face, her hair falling around their
faces like a curtain as she dives in for a kiss just as hungry and impatient as
the one he had given her brother earlier.
"We should’ve done this ages ago," IV whispers, breath flowing onto her lips
during the moment of grace she takes between one kiss and the next.
"Stop killing the mood," she scolds halfway through the third kiss, but places
a hand on his chest in spite of that.
As Ryouga moves below them, stroking with his mouth and flickering tongue over
the sensitive parts that Rio assumes he must know better than she would, they
both pull little sounds from IV that are familiar and yet not. Soft gasps of
pleasure, low thrumming noises of approval — she’s heard them coming from her
own throat during the most frustrated of nights. Rio has never knelt before
another man and taken his cock in mouth — would normally never volunteer to
enter into such a demeaning position. But at least with Ryouga here, she can
begin to relax, even to appreciate: the way that a certain curl of the tongue
prompts a small involuntary rock of hip, the way that harder pressure inspires
a quiet voice into a louder moan. IV’s erratic breathing, the hammering of his
heart, the way his guttural moans rapidly begin to increase in volume all serve
to almost undo her without any intimate touch at all.
Eventually, when it is once again Rio’s turn to let her lips run up and down on
the hard length by herself, Ryouga reaches out to fondle IV’s balls again, and
realizes by the way they have tightened that he is very, veryclose.
"Rio," he tells her, "finish up."
And then it’s over. A low hum of acknowledgment around his cock is all it takes
to send him over the edge shortly thereafter; he jerks sharply, a shuddering
groan rattling the air once, twice, three times. Finally IV sighs, taut muscles
unlocking, and strokes an unsteady hand through Rio’s hair, one more approving
caress. The red of his eyes is muted, hazy with satisfaction as he looks at Rio
again, surveying her.
It turns out swallowing isn’t exactly on the menu just yet for her. Her
shoulders stiffen as she grabs for a tissue from the side table and spits out
the unappetizing parts that got into her mouth before she had managed to remove
it from him.
"That wasn’t sexy at all," IV gripes, frowning.
"Do you want to try saying that again?" Rio counters in a threatening tone.
"…Nah, once is enough." He levels a smirk at Ryouga, who hasn’t said anything
for a while, and starts shrugging out of the shirt Rio had failed to finish
with earlier. "But funny how we were talking about clothes coming off and you
two are still dressed after all that."
Rio and Ryouga exchange a look, and then stare skeptically at him.
"What do you want, a goddamn show?”
"Why not?" With his response, IV rises on unsteady legs and kicks away his
pants. "Did you expect we were going to do this dressed? Unless you two have a
clothing kink or—"
From where she has already pulled her dress over her head and unfastened her
bra, Rio doesn’t hesitate to toss the lacy undergarment haphazardly at his face
for that one. Ryouga automatically looks away, not because he’s never seen his
sister naked, but because of the context, and she knows then that he’s going to
have to be convinced.
As though reading the situation (for once), IV gestures to his crotch. “You
know I could take care of that for you, right, Ryouga?” The greatest of smirks
runs across IV’s lips for a second, and it looks like he tries to disguise it,
but gives up midway and just grins at him. Ryouga turns away, and regrets it,
because then Rio is standing there in only her panties, giving him a look that
says to just do it, or she’ll do it for him.
She’s definitely, definitely not going to do it for him. Ryouga clenches his
teeth in defeat and makes to pull his shirt over his head, when he feels
himself yanked by the hem of his jacket over to the couch and into yet another
kiss. Meanwhile, Rio pads toward the doorway, and he can’t help but assume it’s
some twisted revenge for not telling her that IV was going to come in her
mouth, or something.
“Where are you going.”
"To get something," she calls as she goes upstairs, as though she doesn’t
realize the connotations of walking around the house topless. Ryouga just
squints at her as she leaves.
By the time she re-enters the room with a small bottle of lubricant usually
reserved for her own purposes, Ryouga is in the same unclothed state as IV and
in the middle of a much more intense makeout session than when she’d left — she
dimly registers his clothing as a pile off to the side near IV’s, and then
clears her throat loudly from the doorway.
Ryouga’s face draws back from IV’s face for him to say, “I hate you. So much.”
"Was that your final statement, or should I hold back and wait for your
official desistance? Or," another million-watt smile, "would you rather I play
with Rio instead?"
Ryouga makes an outraged noise. “Don’t touch— hah!” IV finds out the easy way
that he is very ticklish behind his ear when his tongue slides out to play with
the shell of his ear, and then the fine skin behind it.
"You keep everyone at arm’s length, but once you get unwrapped, you sure warm
up quickly, Ryouga…" His lips slide into another grin as he keeps talking,
mouth never quite leaving Ryouga’s skin. "I think your sister’s enjoying the
view."
Then she realizes she’s been fully engaged in staring at IV playing around with
Ryouga, his voice doing arguably more to her than it is to him. He gestures her
over, and she pushes the back of her hands to her face in an effort to cool
herself down, eventually deciding it counterproductive and giving up.
A hand settles on her waist when she moves into his range. It’s warm, compared
to the cool air that surrounds her, and she sits beside him as though he
doesn’t have her brother on his lap and they aren’t all completely nude. She
feels a little more at ease, but—
"So… how exactly do we…?"
IV’s gaze drops to the bottle in her hand, and then he separates his face from
Ryouga’s personal bubble. “Give that to him.”
"Why?"
"Because," he pronounces, "I’ve decided to be gracious enough to let him do me
while I do you. And he’s sure as hell not doing it without that."
“You decided that?” Ryouga rumbles above him, using his leverage to his
advantage to try and look more intimidating. “Why the hell do I have to touch—”
"Would you rather do your own sister instead?"
“You fucking asshole—”
IV wears an expression that allows her to just hear him coming out next with,
No, that’s going to be you doing the fucking of assholes, actually — before he
gets the opportunity, Rio decides to nip the argument in the bud. “The first
suggestion was fine, thank you,” she says firmly, putting a hand on her
brother’s bare shoulder, close to the thin, silvery scar that runs over it.
“Ryouga… please. Just this once, and then you never have to think about it
again.”
He casts her a look that doesn’t comment on how that’s easy for her to
say.Instead, he says, “You’re fine with being on the bottom? That’s a new one.”
"Normally, no. But this requires… a bit of flexibility." Perhaps literally,
goes her mind without her permission, and she shifts, trying to pretend she
isn’t slowly leaking onto the couch in her arousal. Watching, hearing IV going
at her brother like that does things to her — his voice does things to her,
both imagining herself in his place and merely witnessing her brother being
held by someone who, at the very least, trusts Ryouga enough to do these
things.
And maybe Ryouga trusts him a little, too, because when IV starts maneuvering
him off his lap to sidle closer to Rio, he goes willingly, stifling the bristle
of his shoulders in the moments when their lips meet. When his weight is on top
of her soon after, Rio extends the small bottle to her brother, and it changes
hands.
No sooner has the plastic left her fingers that she feels a thumb at her clit
and two fingers at her entrance. The sensation, which she has always thought
would be good but has never had a grasp on, makes her gasp and arch under him,
her slender frame tightening with response. She shudders as he moves his hand —
then he shudders as Ryouga does the same to him from behind, it seems. The only
one left without something to do with her hands, Rio’s fingers now itch for
IV’s skin; she struggles against her own reactions to the even rocking of his
fingers and reaches out, feeling his muscles ripple as she smooths both hands
up his sides, and then fists one hand in his hair in a startling combination of
rough and gentle.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” whispers IV, the muscles in his neck outlined in stark
relief. He tries to thrust back into Ryouga’s fingers, and Rio suddenly knows
he is probably doing it in part to torment him. It seems to be working, too.
"Ryouga," she calls out, using the hand in IV’s hair to seek him, impressed by
how her voice is only a little bit rusty, "do you think you’ll be able to?"
Ryouga hisses, and Rio can just imagine the flush that has crept onto his face
from where she lies, unable to see it from her angle. He says, “I can’t believe
you talked me into this,” and it’s as good as confirmation. Buried somewhere in
his indistinct mumbling, there might have been a “You owe me,” too. She smiles,
closing her eyes, and quickly finds herself being reduced to breathlessness —
IV’s hands are truly duelist hands, and he is almost too good with them,
because she thinks she could probably climax right here and now if he would
just go a little harder…
There’s a shift that prompts him to withdraw his hand, and she fights off the
disappointment. At first, Rio thinks that perhaps IV is leaning her forward on
purpose with the intention of getting aligned with her, but realizes soon
enough that it is in fact Ryouga pushing him as he leans above him. She can
hear the slick, lewd sounds of him stroking his cock with the lubricant.
IV is staring somewhere a little above her head when a smirk stretches his face
again, taking the opportunity to poise himself at Rio’s entrance. There’s
something genuine about it; she can see the difference in how red his face is
compared to before, can see and even smell the thin layer of sweat on his skin,
can still taste him on her tongue.
"Last chance for second thoughts, you two," he says, holding as still as he can
considering how compromising his position is.
For a moment, Ryouga actually emits something resembling a demanding growl,
while Rio tries to find the capacity for words within herself. What emerges
when she does is delivered halfway between a low whine and an urgent plea:
“Stop talking and do me.”
IV doesn’t smirk again. He smiles. “Then that’s that.”
Ryouga, however, is the one who means to control the pace, and he is slow and
careful at first, easing into IV fraction by fraction so as not to accidentally
buck him into Rio in turn. But IV has his own ideas; he digs his heel into
Ryouga’s back to get him to move in at a speed that pleases him more.
If anyone else had been in their home right now, there would’ve been no way
they wouldn’t have heard the squeal Rio lets out when the man on top of her
sinks into her, filling her with one stroke.
"Don’t do that—”
“Please,” she chokes out thickly, interrupting Ryouga’s irritated complaint
that likely would have devolved into another argument.
The sound of her plea galvanizes him into motion — one of them, IV or Ryouga,
or maybe both, she doesn’t know which one, and frankly it doesn’t matter
anymore. It hurts a little, but it’s the good kind of hurt that lets Rio know
she is home, and when the pain washes into something much nicer, it is then
that she fully understands how protected and safe she feels like this: IV,
draped over her body like a shield, and Ryouga above them both, in a place she
is sure he has long since earned. Sweet fire dances through her veins, sparking
response in her blood, while every breath that she draws, every thrust deep
into her, sears like liquid pleasure.

IV ducks down to kiss the nape of her neck, arching himself over her as his
hips drive his cock into her body, hands wandering to places he knows will make
her body sing even more. She almost doesn’t need the fingers that work her clit
and her stiff nipple, but she doesn’t protest, literally cannotprotest. One of
her hands sets on IV’s shoulder, and she feels it being clenched tight by her
brother’s, the metal of their rings making the smallest clicking noise that is
all but drowned out by the interspersed, guttural sounds coming from all three
parties.
Under such a wealth of stimulation, Rio expects IV to be the first to lose it,
but the grip on her hand starts to waver and struggle as she sees a set of
blunt nails claw over his shoulder and dig into his collarbone. Ryouga groans,
long and loud, the sound of his voice first shaping “Rio,” then — to Rio’s
absolute astonishment — “IV.”
The veneer of control that the two of them must have thought they had slips
away, as neither Rio nor IV’s body is tense enough to impede movement any
longer. Ryouga pulls out and slams himself back in with enough force to jolt
all three of them, locked together are they are. Beneath him, IV catches his
rhythm and alters his movements so that he is fucking Rio in perfect sync with
Ryouga, who is most definitely fucking him. Even though Rio isn’t directly
touching her brother, she can hear his impatient grunting, and the sounds
unfurl something ancient and primordial in her mind.
Heat coils up tight within her, starting in her groin and flushing up through
her belly, and she feels like the water tipping out of a fateful glass, so
perfectly juxtaposed between zero and pleasure. The last thing she sees before
the force of her orgasm rips through her and her vision whitewashes is IV
gazing at her long and unfettered like he’s in emotional overload as he plows
into her, and she thinks senselessly yes as she is overwhelmed by the sheer
pleasure all around her. He keeps going as she spasms and ripples around him,
and Rio braces herself until he vents a long, raw groan into her shoulder,
transported by the strain of being the only one still moving.
Then it all falls apart.
There is nothing in the immediate aftermath, a moment of grace save for their
breathing and their heartbeats. IV sags against Rio, pressing his sweaty face
into her even sweatier neck, her hair sticking to his face.
"You okay?" Ryouga rasps, earmarked for his sister. Apparently, IV’s higher
faculties haven’t made a return yet, because he only manages to pull out of her
— no smart remarks are forthcoming just yet.
"Mmhmm…" She scoots up as well as she can, given the puddly feeling in her
entire body, to see him trying to catch his breath still, leaning feebly
against the back of the couch. She is still trying to slow her wild heartbeat,
herself.
"Satisfied?"
"Mmhmm."
"I’d kick his ass if you weren’t."
"Hey, didn’t I tell you there was enough of me to go around?" IV says in an
amused tone, picking his head up and gradually unwinding himself from the
tangle of limbs to sit up straight. The stupidly kissable, stupidly punchable
grin makes a comeback with a vengeance. "But if you’re not satisfied, I could
always be convinced to go again…"
"We are not having this conversation right now," Rio says, grabbing his chin to
turn his head and kiss him, so long and lingering and leisurely that they are
both breathless by the time she lifts her head again. But IV stares at her,
smirking, until she relents. "…Maybe later."
"You said you’d entertain my ideas later. Now it’s later."
For the umpteenth time that night, the twins exchange a knowing look. In that
blissful moment, Rio only wishes she could be satisfied with just that.
So they tackle him in perfect harmony.
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After a much-needed shower and trading in her skirt and dress for something
more sensible, Rio returns to the living room and finds the two of them
sprawled all over the couch. They’ve both managed to locate their pants, though
the shirts still appear to be missing. Not that she minds at all; IV is hardly
an eyesore, if she’s being completely honest, and Ryouga is not above doing
such things on the hottest of summer days, anyway.
She sets a tray of tea down on the coffee table, the sound rousing them back to
life. IV laughs under his breath. “So… got anything to eat?”
"I thought you said you were too tired to do anything," Ryouga cuts in, still
in the very intensive process of sitting up straight on the couch.
"What can I say? Sex makes me hungry."
Rio clears her throat and blushes, no longer the bold girl willing to
experiment for the sake of armistice. “Forward, aren’t you?”
"Fine, then we’ll get a pizza if it’ll shut you up."
"Huh. I would have at least expected Asian takeout from you, Ryouga. I mean,
pizza? Really?”
With an exasperated sigh, Rio leaves them to their bickering and goes off to
find the number for that one local pizza place that gives discounts on bulk
orders.
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