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It was weeks later when the trio all managed to finally meet up again. Yes they’d chatted via text during that time but when they all finally met in the flesh, they realised how much they missed each other. Even Makoto had given them a quick hug.
Desuhiko had even managed to sway the WDO in letting him have a few weeks off, or at least to just focus on assignments in Kanai Ward for a bit, so they all agreed that instead of having Yuma and Desuhiko stay at the hotel, they’d trial having them all stay in Makoto’s penthouse together. Makoto’s bed was big enough for all of them after all. Of course Yuma had checked Makoto was okay with it, but the CEO had insisted as he knew Yuma didn’t have a massive income after leaving the WDO.
So they’d ended up falling into a nice rhythm for a while, enjoying spending time together every day.
Still, waking up was difficult for all of them.
One such morning, all three of them really weren’t in the mood when the alarm went off. Makoto groaned as he turned away, still leaving a slight gap between himself and his two boyfriends. Yuma just tried to nuzzle into the covers to hide from the noise, while Desuhiko huffed and forced himself to sit up, his hair a complete mess and his chin covered in drool from sleeping with his mouth wide open.
Makoto flumped back into the mattress, “Someone shut that off.”
Yuma waved his hand randomly to try and slap it, but clearly forgot that the alarm was not on the bedside table. Desuhiko was the one who braved the cold outside the covers as he stood up and pressed the panel that the incessant noise was coming from. Once it was silenced Makoto huffed, “Thank you. Annoying thing.”
Desuhiko simply stretched as he wiped his face, “Ugh, too early.”
Still, the disguise detective headed to the bedroom door, “I’ll get started on breakfast. I’m the only one who won’t make a biohazard after all.”
“Fuck off.” Makoto groaned again as he finally forced himself to sit up.
Yuma also had finally forced himself up due to all the noise and just moaned slightly in annoyance.
Desuhiko let out a dry chuckle, “Hey, I do like your fancy kitchen. Lots of room to work with.”
As Desuhiko made his exit, Yuma swung his legs over the edge of the bed, “Ugh… come on, we should get up.”
But Makoto just made himself comfy once more, “You go, I’ll just get five more minutes.”
Yuma however turned, his sleep leaving him as he gave Makoto a stern look, “... Oh no you don’t. That’s your code for skipping breakfast and heading straight to work. Get up.”
Yuma playfully kicked Makoto but the homunculus didn’t move. Yuma grumbled as he yelled, “DESUHIKO-KUN! MAKOTO-SAN IS TRYING TO SKIP BREAKFAST AGAIN.”
Makoto quickly covered his ears, “What the hell!”
However Desuhiko heard and poked his head back in, “Makoto, get your pasty ass out of bed and eat my delicious breakfast!”
Makoto put his arms up in surrender, “Alright alright, I’m coming.”
Desuhiko went to open his mouth, but both Yuma and Makoto quickly cut across, “Not like that.”
That made him pout but he shrugged, “Meh, too predictable.”
As Yuma and Makoto finally shuffled out of the bedroom, Desuhiko quickly put two mugs of coffee down for them, “Wake your brains up. Breakfast will be ready hopefully soon.”
Makoto quickly grabbed the mug and sat at the table while Yuma simply sipped his drink as he came to stand next to Desuhiko, watching the only competent chef of the trio work. He leaned on his shoulder softly and Desuhiko kissed the top of his head. Yuma hummed before turning and giving Desuhiko a good morning kiss.
Desuhiko let out a small chuckle, “Feeling less like a zombie now?”
Yuma just groaned, “Ask again in ten minutes.”
Desuhiko let out a laugh. Makoto meanwhile just ignored the lovey dovey duo, just drinking his coffee. He looked at his phone as he tried to get himself focused for his meetings later that day, composing his speeches in his head.
He only turned back in when he heard Yuma groaning, “Desuhiko-kun, stop.”
Desuhiko just laughed, “I’m just saying, it would be hot.”
“Yeah, and unsanitary. I’m not doing that in the kitchen.” Yuma muttered, his face bright red. Makoto had to admit, it was hilarious watching his original squirm. Plus, seeing the fabled great Number One as bright as a tomato was very entertaining. Makoto chuckled, which got Yuma’s attention.
The human just blushed more, “Makoto-san, please make him stop!”
Even Makoto had to admit that Yuma looked absolutely adorable like this. He really wished he heard what Desuhiko had said to get this reaction, but he could take an educated guess. Still, he stood up as he gave Yuma a big hug. Yuma grumbled as he hid his face in Makoto’s neck, making the immortal laugh, “Wow, you really did a number on him.”
Makoto gave Yuma a small kiss on his cheek to try and calm him down, “I’m sure it was all in good fun.”
“Still, I don’t like being the butt of the joke all the time.” Yuma whined.
Desuhiko snickered, “Hey, you have a really cute butt.”
Yuma just sighed as he looked at Makoto, “Please, make him stop.”
Makoto nodded, “I got this. Let me use my secret weapon.”
Desuhiko raised a brow as Makoto put an arm around Yuma, “Desuhiko-kun, stop bugging my original or I’ll take away that credit card I gave you.”
The reaction was instant as Desuhiko gasped, “O-okay! I’ll be good! No more teasing. Got ya!”
Makoto couldn’t stop his laugh then as Desuhiko seemed to focus solely on the food, trying to not tempt fate. Yuma however could help but be slightly smug, “Wow, you weren’t kidding.”
Makoto grinned, “You just need to know how to train him. Anyway, why don’t we set the table for him so he doesn’t have to do everything.”
Yuma nodded as the two quickly got the plates and cutlery ready for Desuhiko's fantastical breakfast.
Once everything was eaten and Yuma and Makoto had gotten the dishwasher set off to help Desuhiko with cleaning up, they all started to get ready for work.
Desuhiko and Yuma had a few minor cases they'd offered to help with in the city while Makoto had some project meetings to deal with. All of them would be done by the evening though.
As Yuma let out a yawn, missing his buttonhole in the process, Desuhiko smiled as he came over, “Allow me.”
Yuma smiled as the blond did his buttons up for him and got his belt secured. As he did, Makoto couldn't help but steal a few glances. He tried to not gaze though as he tied his tie.
Makoto however wasn't concentrating properly so he huffed as he started tying the tie from scratch once more, trying to focus.
He however didn't realise when Desuhiko stood next to him, “Need some help too?”
Makoto jolted softly as he turned, “What?”
“The tie,” Desuhiko pointed, “you need help with it?”
Makoto's face flushed as he shook his head, “Obviously not. I'm a grown man.”
And once again he failed to tie the tie. Curse Desuhiko's close proximity.
Desuhiko however chuckled, “Really? Come on. Just hand it over.”
Makoto relented as he passed him the article of clothing. However, PTSD was a bitch.
As the tie went around Makoto's neck, his breath hitched, his eyes going wide. He tried to put his paranoia away, but he couldn't help but see a rope, scared it was going to crush his windpipe and stop him being able to breathe. He let out a slow exhale as he closed his eyes, ‘It's just your brain. Desuhiko-kun won't hurt you. Breathe.’
Desuhiko seemed to pick up on this however as he quickly did his work and smiled, leaving the item of clothing loose, “Tighten it to what you're comfortable with.”
Makoto simply opened his eyes as he pushed his fear to one side, effortlessly putting the tie to its correct position, “Thanks.”
As the group left the bedroom to head off, Desuhiko gasped, “Ah! Almost forgot!”
Yuma was confused for a second before Desuhiko quickly placed a soft kiss to his lips, pulling back and giving him a wink, “Have a great day. You're gonna be awesome.”
Yuma flushed softly as Desuhiko turned to Makoto. Once again, the Homunculus couldn't stop his flinching as Desuhiko got closer. Desuhiko however just smiled as he wrapped his arms around him softly. Makoto looked deeply confused as Desuhiko placed a kiss on his forehead instead of his lips.
That just made Makoto's face flush slightly fuchsia in colour as he huffed. As Desuhiko let him go Makoto turned, “T-that was more embarrassing than if you'd just kissed my lips.”
He pouted slightly as looked over his shoulder, “I'm not a child.”
Desuhiko nodded, “I know. Breathe. Have a good day at work! Show them why you're the boss man!”
Makoto grumbled softly before waving, “Just don't cause trouble for my citizens.”
And with that Makoto left the penthouse.
Yuma walked over as he folded his arms, “I know why you did that.”
Desuhiko nodded as he scratched his head, “Yeah, he may be my other boyfriend, but I can tell that Makoto is not as comfortable with intimacy unlike you and me, my man.”
Yuma nodded as he leaned into Desuhiko's side to comfort him, “I agree. I mean me and you have slept together many times. We're pretty comfortable with each other and what boundaries we have in that regard. Makoto-san meanwhile struggles to even hold hands unless it's to use our forte. Although I was impressed he kissed my cheek earlier.”
Yuma's eyes looked a little sad, “I still notice in bed when we cuddle at night though that he stays on the end so he can move away. He still leaves a small gap between us when he does.”
Desuhiko just softly wrapped an arm around Yuma and smiled, “Hey, don't be sad. We've been together longer. Remember, we're not going to rush Makoto. Yes you two may share a brain, but Makoto has… he's suffered a lot. He'll open up eventually.”
Yuma let out a breath before he nodded, “I know. I wish I could just fix it though. I want to see him genuinely smile and feel safe around us. We would never hurt him or let what happened to him happen ever again.”
Desuhiko rubbed his arm before smiling, “Come on, focus that brain power on what you can fix. We've got to help Kanai Ward by solving some cases. You still want to make everyone happy, right?”
Yuma chuckled as he nodded, “I do, and you're right. I'll feel better after doing some leg work. You do your best today as well.”
After one more hug, they both got onto the lift and headed out into the eternal raining city.
Work had overrun big time for Makoto, but the CEO didn't mind. After all, he'd rather something was done right and stay late then have it not checked properly and put any of his precious citizens in danger.
His workaholic mindset could get him into issues, but nothing was too much when it came to Kanai Ward. Still, Makoto was relieved as he finally reached the lift and knew his home would be in front of him momentarily. As the door opened, Makoto loosened his tie, quickly removing his shoes.
He paused though as he heard the familiar sound of bubbles from his hot tub bubbling away. He chuckled as he entered the main room, “I see you both made yourselves comfortable.”
Makoto gazed as he saw Yuma in front of Desuhiko, his eyes closed as the disguise detective appeared to be massaging his shoulders. Yuma cracked open one eye before he fully sighed and focused on the pampering treatment he was receiving.
Desuhiko meanwhile smiled as he switched to using his elbow on one spot, “Yo! How was it at the office?”
“Ugh, long. But at least we made progress on more food alternatives for the Homunculi.” Makoto huffed as he came over.
His plan had been to get in as well with his clothes on, but Desuhiko quickly moved to block him, “Woah! What do you think you're doing?”
Makoto raised a brow, “I'm about to get into my hot tub. Why?”
Desuhiko however let Yuma go who seemed to huff that his massage had been interrupted as he stood up, “Like hell you are. We showered first. You're cleaning up first.”
“It's fine.” Makoto chuckled.
But Desuhiko just got out as he took Makoto's hand, “Nope, shower now.”
Makoto couldn't stop his tiny chuckle, “You do realise you're not wearing anything right?”
Desuhiko just looked at Makoto, a tiny glint in his eye, “Really? This coming from the guy who was completely naked when he introduced himself to my man for the first time. At least you know who I am.”
Makoto opened his mouth to argue before he quickly shut it again, “Oh, yeah I did do that.”
Desuhiko just chuckled, “Back in a minute Yuma, you just enjoy the water.”
There was just an annoyed huff in response. Yuma really didn't like getting his back rub cut short.
As Makoto got himself undressed for his shower and grabbed some towels for them all to use, Desuhiko quickly headed to the door, “I'll leave you alone to wash up.”
Part of Makoto wanted to just get himself washed so he could relax, but he paused. He shut his eyes, “Wait.”
Desuhiko paused at the door as he turned back as Makoto took a few breaths before looking at Desuhiko, “Could you stay?”
Desuhiko looked a little confused but Makoto turned away, “I'd like the company.”
It was quiet for a few breaths which made Makoto continue his train of thought, “Seeing my ori-... Seeing Yuma all happy getting pampered, I'd like to try that too.”
Desuhiko's eyes went wide before Makoto quickly added, “No inappropriate touching!”
Desuhiko nodded softly, “I would never, not without your permission.”
As he came over he smiled, “How about I wash your hair for you? You've got a lot after all, and I'm pretty good at taking care of hair. I mean, look at my magnificent mane.”
Makoto still blushed but nodded, “Sure. I think I can handle that.”
And so Desuhiko grabbed Makoto's shampoo and squeezed some into his hand, quickly starting to lather Makoto's scalp. Makoto just closed his eyes as Desuhiko got to work.
Still, Desuhiko huffed, “Damn dude, when was the last time you brushed this? It's a knotted mess! Not to mention the ends are really damaged from the rain! Do you even use an umbrella?”
Makoto just shrugged, “It's fine, it's just hair after all.”
“No! It's important to take care of yourself! Especially your hair!” Desuhiko countered as he continued. Despite his harsh words, Desuhiko was being so gentle with Makoto's head. Even as he untangled the knots with his fingers, he never tugged and hurt him.
Still, Makoto couldn't stop his slight eyebrow twitch, “Why are you worrying so much? I'm fine at handling myself.”
Desuhiko however paused his work as he spoke, “... It's my job to look after my partners.”
“But why?” Makoto asked, genuinely confused, “If anything bad were to happen after all I can just reset myself.”
Makoto then felt Desuhiko sharply grab him and turn him so he could look him directly in the eye. It didn't hurt of course, but Desuhiko had his attention. Desuhiko looked kind of mad as he placed both hands on his shoulders.
“That's not the point. While that may be the case, that's not right!”
Makoto was silent as Desuhiko continued, his eyes a little misty, “You don't have to rely on just yourself anymore! And you should value your life more! If you don't you'll just make me and Yuma sad! Do you want that?”
Makoto was silent for a second before he just let out a chuckle. Nothing else was said and Desuhiko just stared before he sighed and turned Makoto back around, going back to washing his hair.
As Desuhiko carefully washed and scratched his scalp however, Makoto's face heated up more. After all, he had just come to a serious realisation.
He was actually in love with Desuhiko and Yuma.
This wasn't just some small crush. When he listened to Desuhiko and pictured his two partners crying over his corpse, it hurt. He didn't want to be the cause of their suffering.
And that just opened the floodgates.
‘I look forward to seeing them every morning. Even if I'm tired, waking up and not being alone makes my chest feel light. The small sweet things they do as well. Like now. Desuhiko-kun is being so gentle. It feels amazing.’
He closed his eyes again as Desuhiko reached for the shower head and started to wash the shampoo out, ‘And with all that, they expect nothing in return. How can I be distant when they've shared so much with me.’
As Desuhiko finished rinsing his hair, Makoto felt a small pat on his shoulder, “All done. I did my best with your hair, but you need to start brushing it more. Or at the very least let me brush it for you while you do some paperwork.”
Makoto let out a shaky exhale he didn't know he was keeping in as Desuhiko put the hose back and went to stand up. As he did, Makoto grabbed his arm and stood up as well, the two facing each other.
Desuhiko seemed surprised, “What's up?”
But Makoto just shook his head before he looked at Desuhiko.
In a fit of bravery he sharply leaned forward, cupping Desuhiko's cheeks.
And Makoto placed a kiss on Desuhiko's lips. The disguise detective was clearly taken by surprise as he let out a small gasp.
Makoto however felt him melt into the kiss as he returned it with sincerity. Makoto had to admit, Desuhiko was a good kisser. Or maybe Yuma had given him some pointers.
However, the kiss was short as Desuhiko pulled back. Makoto was confused as he looked at him, but Desuhiko was smiling, placing a hand on his arm, “... You're shaking.”
And Makoto looked to see that his body was quaking. Makoto flushed more as he shook his head, “I'm fine.”
But Desuhiko didn't let Makoto continue, as he just rubbed his arm, “It's fine. There's no need to rush. Take it slow. Yuma and I will never hurry you.”
Makoto simply nodded as he tried to get his body under control. Desuhiko simply smiled, “Let's get you cleaned up so we can all relax together, yeah?”
Makoto again just nodded silently as Desuhiko helped him finish showering.
As the two exited, Yuma quickly turned, “You guys took a while.”
Desuhiko was holding Makoto's hand as they both entered the warm water, “Yeah, but now Makoto is all clean and ready to relax. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Yuma however just quickly laid on Desuhiko's shoulder as soon as he entered. Makoto originally tried to keep some space between himself and the other two, before he slowly came over and leaned on Desuhiko's other shoulder. The detective was surprised but just smiled as he put an arm around each of his precious boyfriends.
Surprisingly, no rude or crass comments were uttered as the three just relaxed. Happy and full of love.
Makoto closed his eyes as he enjoyed the warmth. As he did his mind wandered a little, ‘Sure I'm still worried about the day they both die, but for now I'll take a page out of Desuhiko-kun's book. I'll live in the moment and worry about what is to come later. After all, I don't want to forget about this.’
And so Makoto hugged Desuhiko back. Desuhiko chuckled and after a while, he felt another pair of hands hold his arm. Makoto opened one eye to see Yuma holding him too. Makoto just sighed.
‘This is bliss.’
When it came to bed time, Desuhiko had gone back to his normal crass self. Makoto and Yuma watched as Desuhiko leaned across the bed, crossing his legs and trying to look seductive. Or at least that's what Desuhiko was going for. It looked far more like someone badly doing the ‘draw me like one of your French Girls’ pose.
Makoto folded his arms, “Do I even want to know?”
Desuhiko smiled as he blew them both a kiss, “Oh, I was just imagining what it would be like to sleep with bo-.”
But before Desuhiko could even finish, he was interrupted by Yuma hitting him square in the face with a pillow, “S-shut up.”
Makoto however put a hand on Yuma's shoulder before he sauntered over to Desuhiko, “Really~ You really think you would be able to handle two of the worlds greatest minds doing that to you? Come now, Desuhiko-kun.”
Having his bluff called, Desuhiko turned bright red before sitting cross-legged on the bed, “W-wow… okay, not used to you being confident.”
Makoto just smirked as he leaned down, “Your red face is absolutely adorable~”
“S-shut up.” Desuhiko uttered as Makoto laughed, turning to Yuma.
“That's how you do it.”
Yuma was absolutely shocked before smiling, “Okay, I'm impressed you managed to shut him down.”
Makoto just grinned mischievously as he petted Desuhiko's head, “I know how to press his buttons. Although, not the buttons he wants pressed.”
Desuhiko huffed as he got under the covers.
As Yuma came over as well, he looked to Makoto who rubbed his arm awkwardly. Both Yuma and Desuhiko sat up as Makoto looked away, “Hey… could I be in the middle of the cuddle tonight? I want to see what it's like.”
Yuma and Desuhiko shared a glance before smiling and shifting so Makoto could crawl between them. Makoto carefully took a few breaths before he jumped on. Desuhiko giggled as Makoto crawled into position and quickly grabbed them both, pulling them both towards him. Yuma was surprised but soon cuddled back, resting his head on Makoto's shoulder. Desuhiko meanwhile rested his chin next to Makoto's head.
Makoto shut his eyes as he let out another sigh, “This… feels safe.”
Desuhiko kissed Makoto's temple as Yuma nuzzled into him more. Makoto let out a small chuckle, “Wow, I really am getting the special treatment.”
But Makoto just closed his eyes as he soon started to drift off. In fact all three men seemed to fall unconscious pretty fast. After all, with Makoto's expensive sheets, it felt like they were on cloud nine.
However, even so, it was the best night sleep Makoto had gotten in his whole existence.