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Special mention of Mr Python🐍in this chapter
- Atsumu! -
- Omi! -
And there was the inevitable embrace.
Kiyoomi had perfectly captured the exact moment when Atsumu had re-entered his body.
- Sweetheart. - Kiyoomi hugged him tightly and Atsumu, still understandably confused by what he had seen and not yet understood, let himself be enveloped by those strong arms, seeking refuge and shelter in them, because now the important thing was to be in Kiyoomi's arms again. Who however, having witnessed the phone call and caught part of the conversation in Osamu's lines, was himself understandably confused.
- So you woke up with Kyo and Atsumu with us? - Motoya picked up the crux of the matter as they sat on the bed, all three of them locked in a reassuring, protective embrace. Since they were together, they felt that instinctive need to protect the other two.
When Osamu, back in his body, had opened the bathroom door and seen the worried faces of the other two, he had thrown himself into their arms, which had created even more confusion and alarm in Motoya and Rintarou. They had held him close, giving each other looks of concern, cuddling him and trying to convey confidence to him. Until he had broken away from that embrace and, taking them by the hand, had led them to their bedroom to explain the situation.
- That's right... - confirmed Osamu, with a big sigh - And that moron got it into his head that you (pointing at Rintarou) and I are going around the world having orgies. -
If the situation hadn't been grotesque, Osamu would have laughed, even if he had to give Suna a metaphorical earful when he saw how he eloquently expressed with a facial expression that he wouldn't mind so much. And he knew it perfectly well.
- Rintarou! - but he laughed, imitated by Motoya, who thought it best to rage in some way.
- Just because I'm not willing to share your pecs with anyone else. -
And the amused little giggle that rose to Osamu's throat asked for a voice.
- You two are perverts. - he admonished them with amusement, throwing the pillow at them, which was met by the others as a challenge and their retaliation was immediate and Osamu found himself with his back to the mattress and the other two both straddling him. He admired them, their statuesque bodies, resting his hands on Rintarou's hips in front of Motoya, bringing them up in a slow, love-filled caress, feeling how Motoya's fingers had also joined his in that slow caress, while Suna was doing the same with his abdomen, caressing him lightly. There was no sexual intent in those caresses, nor in the way they were looking at each other, especially when they saw how Osamu's grey eyes abashed for a moment.
- Baby, we had to tell him sooner or later. - Rintarou whispered to him, lowering himself until he placed a light kiss on his lips, then slipping off his body, patting Motoya's tawny hair, which had darkened in turn, and pulling him against him so that Motoya rested his head on his shoulder.
- Sure, but I would have preferred to do it over a good plate of sushi or a mug of beer. -
Motoya also slipped off Osamu's lap, to lie down by his side and lay his head on his chest, caressing his side.
- Now let's go immediately to the two of them and explain how things stand. -
And it almost seemed as if his brother had heard him, as Osamu's phone began to ring.
- I don't know what I saw, Omi. - Atsumu started to speak after letting himself be held in Kiyoomi's embrace - I mean, I know what I saw but I don't know what it means. - he tried to explain himself as he continued to hold his hands tightly to those of his companion, who in turn was trying to pull the thread of the speech. He saw his beloved somewhat upset, but since a person close to him was also involved in that situation, it was a little difficult for him to maintain his usual pragmatism.
- Love, let's not jump to hasty conclusions and let them explain. Now we call them and let them know that we are going to their house. -
And Atsumu had nodded and it had been tender for Kiyoomi to see how there was pure bewilderment in his gaze and he had pulled him to him, where Atsumu had sunk his head into the hollow of his shoulder, before grabbing his mobile phone.
- No ‘Tsumu, you two stay there, we were coming to you. - Osamu instructed him, while the three of them were still sitting on the bed, with him sitting between the other two, listening and scrutinising his reactions, which they also did with Motoya's, since Motoya had not even mentioned calling Kiyoomi or writing to him in all the commotion, since he knew his cousin perfectly well and knew how it was useful for Sakusa to confront him in person and not over the phone, since not having the person in front of him and not being able to observe his reactions could lead to misinterpretations.
Osamu and Suna knew how close the two cousins were and how Motoya, like Osamu, had also reasoned about what was the best time and way to tell Kiyoomi about the three of them. Motoya, knowing his cousin, had always been more relaxed about what his reaction would be, knowing Kiyoomi's calmness and pragmatism.
°°Ok... °° mumbled Atsumu and it was clear he wanted to add more and indeed Osamu became more attentive, continuing to receive scratches on the back of his neck from Motoya as he sat between Rintarou's legs with his back resting on his chest.
- Tell me... -
°°I'll make sukiyaki for lunch, okay?
And Osamu's lips parted in one of his rare smiles. The fact that his brother wanted to prepare his favourite dish for him was his indirect way of letting him know that he came in peace and that he apologised in some way for verbally assaulting him on the phone, and that meant a lot to Osamu. He knew his twin perfectly well: he was not at all calm and thoughtful like Sakusa, he tended to jump to hasty (and obviously one melodramatic and exaggerated than the other) conclusions immediately.
- OK - he whispered in reply, still maintaining that small smile that earned him a tender kiss from his two companions - Put in lots of spring onion and ginger. -
°°Claro!°° replied Atsumu, and one could hear even through the phone that he was all growly °°We'll wait for you then... what Omi?°°
And three pairs of eyes became very attentive, especially when Motoya held his breath and it was his turn to cuddle him now, while Osamu took his hand and Rintarou kept stroking his back in small circles.
There was so much silence in the room, waiting to hear what Kiyoomi wanted, that they heard him perfectly even though he was nowhere near the telephone microphone.
°°Ask them if they want us to make salted caramel macadamia cheesecake.°°
And Motoya had squinted his eyes, nodding and making that little smile that made his two adorable dimples form on his cheeks.
- Yes. Please. - he answered, delighted. It was his - unsuspected - favourite dessert. And Kiyoomi knew it perfectly well.
What was certain was that, in spite of that phone call - where somehow the peculiarity of the situation was palpable but an attempt had still been made to mark a thaw -, the awkwardness was obvious. Both because of the situation and the fact that they had woken up in bed, tightly embraced - naked - with someone who was not their partner.
In the end, this had been the leitmotif that had marked the underground ride from their house to Atsumu and Kiyoomi's, where they had eventually had a good laugh about it.
- Lucky you didn't think of waking the one who was still asleep with one of our usual awakenings. -
- Mamma mia, I think I would have died of shame in that case! - chuckled Motoya at the thought of knowing that the one he had woken up with a nice morning blowjob would not be his own comrade, but Atsumu and the other two burst out giggling.
However, that sort of awkwardness came to a head when, once they got off the metro, they arrived under the other two's house.
They all three lifted their noses towards the seventh floor.
- OK, courage. - said Rintarou, heading towards the entrance and ringing the bell - Someone has to do it. -
Kiyoomi and Atsumu practically jumped off the sofa where they were sitting when they heard the intercom bell ring.
- Nervous? - Kiyoomi, who was always a master at masking his nervousness or discomfort, asked.
- Embarrassed more than anything else. - He chuckled in reply, as he allowed himself the last few cuddles before getting up.
Needless to say, he loved how his companion, in the quietness of their home, in their intimacy, had gradually loosened up about cuddles and such.
The truth was that Kiyoomi wanted cuddles, needed someone to cuddle and be cuddled. Only, he had discovered this when he had met Atsumu. Because, when he had joined the Black Jackals, very soon he had found himself waiting, longing for those little touches from Atsumu. Whether it was the high five at the end of an excellent combined action between them or whether it was the way their fingers brushed against each other when Atsumu handed him his water bottle or towel to freshen up for a moment during a break. Everything was always done very discreetly because Atsumu had always been respectful of his space.
And Atsumu, already lost in love, had waited, taking small steps at a time. And Kiyoomi always recognised his tenacity and perseverance in having been able to wait for him.
Kiyoomi threw out the air, expressing his embarrassment in that way. For he had cuddled someone other than his own boyfriend. And only then did he realise a tiny detail... Osamu, while still in Atsumu's body when he had got up to go to the toilet, had thanked him; only then was it clear to him what the reason was. The cuddling. Because he knew, Kiyoomi, had guessed, that Osamu, at the beginning of their relationship, was definitely partly concerned about this particular one, because he knew how important these moments of exchanging sweetness were for his brother.
- Omi, love? It's alright. -
- Yes. - he replied with a small smile as the doorbell rang. He passed an arm around his shoulders, holding him tightly to himself.
And so it was, embracing his companion, that they opened the door to the other three, immediately seeking out the green eyes of his cousin, who had done the same, before moving to the side to let them in.
All five of them were undoubtedly straightforward people. Sure, with their differences in character, but direct. Some, like Motoya, who said things while being careful not to hurt the feelings of others, thus always using kind words spoken with a smile. Those, like Rintarou, who said the bare minimum, only provoking when he wasn't being quiet. Who, like Atsumu, who, with the ardour he always showed in life, would sometimes get in the way, but because he did not hide behind any mask. Who, like Osamu, who weighed up whether to speak or not and only did so when necessary and only and exclusively if he realised that he could actually help with his words, because Osamu preferred to speak with gestures. Some, on the other hand, like Kiyoomi, who was very attentive because he knew perfectly well how much weight even a single word could have on the souls of others.
And it was Kiyoomi who broke that tension.
- So, this good news? - he asked, still holding Atsumu tightly to his side as when they had greeted them at the door.
And the other four resumed breathing. Four pairs of eyes brought to his face, relieved, and silently thanking him with their gaze. Especially Motoya himself. And it was he himself who began to speak.
- Well, I know this news will be strange and unexpected for you... - he began to explain, shifting his gaze from Atsumu to Kiyoomi as he took the other two's hand, who immediately intertwined their fingers.
- No, it's not unexpected for me. - Kiyoomi shook his head, hinting a small smile - Well, I didn't expect... this, but I've heard and seen you different lately, Toya. You were radiating light. You were... you're (he corrected himself) brighter and more sparkling than usual. -
And Motoya lowered his gaze to the ground for a moment, smiling awkwardly at those words and catching a look full of love from his two companions, who shook his hand even harder.
A look and gesture that blatantly conveyed all their most sincere love. Which Atsumu that morning, in bed with the two of them, had perceived perfectly. And heaven: what was not the look in his brother's eyes as he looked at the men in his life. That was all it would take, no more words. He laid his head on Kiyoomi's shoulder and then began to speak in turn.
- Well guys, believe me it's not a catchphrase for me when I tell you that the important thing is that you are happy, and fuck if you can't see that you are! I just hope you didn't have any qualms about not telling us until now because you were afraid we would somehow judge you. -
- Nono! - hastened to deny Osamu - We never thought that about you two. I mean, you're an asshole ‘Tsumu but you also have a big heart. And that melts where it sees that there is love. -
- Well, that's true...
- Omi... -
And Atsumu's not at all happy expression at that statement from his twin, supported by his own companion, made the other two chuckle.
The tension could be said to have completely melted away the moment the five of them started preparing food together, dividing the tasks under the supervision of Osamu, who had thought well of limiting the things Rintarou had to do other than set the table.
- Well, it could have been even worse. - Kiyoomi came out at one point, as he chopped up the spring onion with surgical precision, without anyone having the heart to tease him about the green bandana with weasels drawn on it (a gift from Atsumu) that he always used when cooking to keep his hedgehogs at bay.
- What's that? - Motoya asked, tossing the edamame into his mouth after throwing it upwards.
- If Osamu-kun and I switched bodies. -
- Jesus, Kyo! - shuddered Motoya but burst out laughing at the same time, and Kiyoomi giggled too.
- Sakusa-kun? - Rintarou called him back, leaning his head towards him as he was intent on retrieving the bowls from the cupboard - If you want to throw yourself into our bed without body-swapping, you're welcome. - he joked, winking at him. It was nice the level of confidence and goliardia that had been built up, not least because it was the first official evening all five of them had done together since Motoya had gotten together with the two of them.
- Thanks, Sunarin! - Atsumu, who was the one with the sober and moderate reactions (spoiler: no!), fumed.
- But look, it's your brother's fault that you never wanted to get involved. - Suna defended himself, raising his hands and hugging Osamu from behind, placing a kiss on the nape of his neck.
- Sorry I don't want to see my brother copulating. - was Osamu's reply but I was laughing and he leaned towards his brother, who was slicing vegetables at his side, placing a kiss on his cheek.
- Details Samu. - replied the lifter, giving his package a sound grope, casting an amused and complicit glance at Rintarou, who drew Motoya to them, pulling him by the arm and drawing him into their embrace.
Seeing Kiyoomi's questioning expression, Suna explained, as Komori - understandably - already knew this.
- I realised I was also sexually attracted to boys because of them, when I met them in the ninth grade. - clarified Rintarou, detaching himself from his two companions and turning completely towards Kiyoomi.
- Were you sexually attracted to both of them? - asked the latter, but out of pure curiosity not to judge anything. He knew that Suna was a very quiet one who never spoke more than he had to, so Kiyoomi - who was himself one who never opened up much - was happy to see how relaxed the other was and that he felt totally at ease. Ever since he had met him, years ago now, still when they played at high school, Kiyoomi - from Suna - had always had the impression of a hunted wild animal put in a cage, trying to claim his wild status.
- Well... - Rintarou made an eloquent gesture with his hand to indicate the faces of the twins, who, to better highlight their brazen resemblance, brought their faces closer, smiling as if they were posing for a photo, making the other three giggle.
- Then you realised Osamu's cock was bigger. -
- That's right. - Rintarou joked at Motoya's joke.
- Fuck Sunarin. - Atsumu elegantly showed him his middle finger before pouring the already cut vegetables into the pot, but he was undoubtedly laughing.
- Apart from his dick (catching an earful from Osamu, who shook his head chuckling) - and here he hugged his companion again from behind, turning serious - it was that in the end I fell in love with Osamu. With his person, his manner... -
- Ohhh, that's so sweet. - And there was no tone of mockery in the riser's voice. And what a little sigh the two cousins let out in unison, at that tender confession that stole their hearts, but then Kiyoomi thought back and brought the atmosphere back to the goliardic level.
- That doesn't really work in my favour, does it? –
And what an amused and complicit look Rintarou gave him.
- Not at all, Sakusa-kun. - he chuckled, mocking me.
- Yes, come on, say it: I have a shitty personality. - continued Atsumu in the farce.
- Oh God ‘Tsumu, you're really saying it at last! Someone record this immediately. -
- Oh, you three are such assholes. Mori, you defend me. -
- Ahehm... - Motoya tried to think of some quality of Atsumu quickly as the other three sneered at him.
- Mori! You're taking too long! - replied Atsumu in shock, stopping himself from slicing vegetables and staring at him with so many eyes.
- I've got it! -
- There! - and, placing the knife on the worktop, he crossed his arms over his chest, waiting all smug - Go Mori, shoot. -
- Kyo. Kyo is your undoubtedly positive aspect. - but he had a hard time not to burst out laughing in the face of the blond who suddenly changed his expression.
- Fuck Moors. Fuck all four of you. The three of you (pointing at them with the tip of the knife in his hand) have really found each other. -
- Love,’ Kiyoomi tried to defend him, hugging him from behind and resting his chin on his shoulder, ’if I'm your good side, you're in deep shit. -
A chorus of protest at that sentence rose from the other three, triggering a new hilarious reaction from Atsumu.
- Oh, but why are you cheering him up and raging at me instead? You really are three assholes. Mori, being with these two infamous guys, you've lost all your cinnamon-rolling. -
- That's not true! - replied Osamu and Rintarou in chorus, putting Motoya between them with a totally protective attitude, who made the other two widen their eyes and then soften their gaze after exchanging a look of understanding.
- Oh, someone's particularly protective here I see. - Atsumu tried to take the piss out of them, but in a totally mischievous way, especially since he had seen how Kiyoomi had been particularly impressed by their gesture towards his cousin. Not that he had had any doubts about the feelings that bound them together, he could perfectly see how in love all three of them were, but that gesture was further proof of that, filling his heart with sweetness. He understood perfectly what had prompted Osamu to thank him that morning. And indeed, as if Osamu had read his mind, he locked his gaze and they smiled at each other slightly.
Because sometimes all it takes is a simple ‘it's ok, it's all right’ from the right person.
END
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