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The first time Haruchiyo fucked Rindou, he felt guilty.
Not about the sex itself, it was amazing. It felt nice, being in control, topping someone else. Usually people saw her lithe frame and her long hair and assumed she was the feminine type who just loved a dick up her ass. They weren’t really one to tell hookups their preferred pronouns or their preferences, as long as they had fun it was fine by them. So even if he couldn’t be in control that often, it was still fun for him.
But Rindou was different. He was a friend, first off, one he’d known for about five years now. They were well aware of her preferences and her style, how she was borderline crazy at times, and knew more about what made her tick then herself. He was a good friend, in their humble opinion, but they would never tell him that.
-
When he awoke, he knew what he had to do. He slipped out of bed and then raided the fridge, waiting in the living room. He knew for a fact Ran wouldn’t be home all day today, and even though Rindou was a light sleeper, Haru was used to slipping out after hookups. Even if she wasn’t leaving yet, she knew how to be quiet. They scrolled through their phone, looking around the room at times, waiting.
When Rindou stumbled out he was half dressed, glasses fogged up a bit, looking confused.
“Why’d ya leave?” They ask with a yawn, moving closer, eyes sharp and calculating even though they seem still too tired and lethargic.
“I-“ Haru pauses, frowning,
Anyone outside his group of friends would be easy. She would already have left, no note, no trace of herself besides the memories. That’s what hookups were for her, casual, fun, never with the same person.
Except for one.
“I don’t think we can do this again, Rin-kun,” they say earnestly. “You’re my friend, and well, I’m fucking your brother, so…” he trails off, not sure what else to say,
Rindou raises an eyebrow, head tilted. “And?” He asks. “What does that have to do with us?”
Haru pauses, giving them an incredulous look. “Rin-kun, I just said I’m fucking your brother. Consistently. Haitani Ran, your older brother, he’s cucking me.”
“Are you coming to me with his fluids in or on you?”
“Well, no-“
“Then I don’t care,” he stalks closer, grabbing Haruchiyo’s face with a hand, forcing the other to look at him. “We’re good at sharing, Haru-chan,” he purrs, eyes slanting. “Sides, it’s not like I’m fucking him, you are fucking me. We don’t care. I like it when you top me, Haru. It’s what I’ve been looking for, I don’t crave sex, far from it, but with you it feels amazing, and I’m not giving that up just because you’re friends with benefits with Ran.” His voice is firm, unwavering.
Haru growls lightly, batting their hand away so she can grab them by the neck. The grip isn’t too tight, but it’s enough pressure to feel .
“Bed. Now.”
The smirk they get in return is enough to make their whole body hot.
-
Things with Ran had always been different. They’d started as fuck buddies back near the beginning high school and just never stopped. It was the best way to blow off steam and it was before Haru had let himself venture out more. She had a major preference for men and knew it was hard to find them at his age, so he waited til he was old enough. After that they could’ve left Ran behind, but they would always go back. It was assurance for him, that they would always be there to fuck.
Even after Ran finally got together with Izana and Kakucho, and then got another partner, Nahoya, they assured her it would be okay. Firstly, they were considered to belong to Izana and therefore Kakucho just the same as them, Rindou, etc, (which, that was… a thing and a half to learn-). Second of all, apparently no one in their small world was monogamous somehow, obvious with how Ran got together with both Izana and Kakucho, and then Nahoya also had three other partners.
(Haru had known Nahoya longer than Ran did, so it gave him at least a bit of assurance that they would treat each other well. Why did she care? Because first and foremost, Ran was their friend, that was the only reason…)
Haruchiyo didn’t do romance though, not the way that Rindou and Ran did. He didn’t understand it and was positive he had barely ever felt it. Romance just truly wasn’t her wheelhouse, not like sex after all. Sex had always been a comfort and even if they slept around a lot, it was the only way they knew how to love.
Ran is the first person to ever be a partner of his.
-
“Hey, Haru-chan,” Ran breathes, moving impossibly closer, plastering themself against him.
Haru sighs but gives them her full attention. It was definitely too early in the afterglow of a nice, long, fuck, but they would humor them. Hopefully it wasn’t something dumb.
“Do you want to be my partner?” They ask, head tilted curiously, a glint in their eye.
Time seems to freeze for Haru.
“Hah?” He asks quietly, eyes wide.
“Geez, Haru-chan, going deaf?” They tease, an eyebrow raised. “Be my partner.”
“I-” her throat feels clogged, stomach rolling. “What?” They don't know what to say, too surprised.
“Haruchiyo?” Ran asks softly, their teasing look disappearing as they see something in his eyes.
“You don't want that,” she breathes, so sure of herself but feeling too small to speak louder.
Ran's eyes harden slightly and they shift to hold both of Haru's hands in theirs, mouth set into a determined smile.
“Haru~” they whine softly, hands tightening. “You can't tell me what I do and don't want, baby.”
It wasn't as if Haruchiyo wasn't aware of Ran's wants. The way Ran had wanted them had always been too great for them, seemingly palpable in the air. Everyone was aware that Ran wanted to be his partner. But…
“Ran, I can't,” she whispers, voice cracking slightly. “I can't give you what you want.”
“Bullshit,” Ran's hands leave their hands to cup their face, forcing them to look straight into their eyes. “I don't want anything more than what we are right now. We can be partners without doing the whole romance thing, Haru-chan. I just want to have sex, maybe get to hang off ya more, and have the right to call ya mine ,” they explain earnestly, voice firm.
“You-” Haru makes a wounded noise, staring into their eyes, searching for dishonesty. He finds none and he just feels… too vulnerable in the best way possible.
“Haru-chan, c’mon. When did I ever say I wanted anything more than sex?” They ask, an eyebrow raised. “I just want you to be mine and be able to show you off a little.”
“You’re just like Mikey,” Haruchiyo informs after she feels calm enough too, her emotions under control a bit better. “You’re such a possessive piece of shit.”
“Says you, I see the way you look at Rindou when he gets hounded on by anyone other than Souya-kun,” Ran replies, a grin on their face.
“Please don’t talk about your brother while we’re naked in your bed,” Haru requests, nose wrinkled.
Ran boops his nose gently. “Fine, but this means you’re my partner, right?”
“Yes, Ran. I will be your partner,” they roll their eyes fondly, a small smile on their face.
“Good! Now, turn around.”
“Horny fucker.”
-
His next partner (officially) was one Haitani Rindou.
Again, her relationship with Rin was vastly different from hers with Ran, so she decided that she would be the one to address it, not Rindou. They weren’t patient enough, not after learning being partners didn’t mean they had to have romance. In a sense, Ran had been right. He was akin to Ran, Mikey and even Izana in the sense that he could get very possessive. It wasn’t something that came up much, since she didn’t have too many things she considered hers, but…
-
“Rin-kun~” He sing songs as he enters the blond’s room, a smirk on his face.
Rindou looks up from his work, eyebrows furrowed. They close their laptop and spin in their chair, giving the pinkette their full attention.
“Yes, Haru-chan?” He raises an eyebrow, resting his cheek on a fist, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair.
She stalks closer, leaning down so their faces are inches apart. “You’re my partner now, as long as it’s okay with Sou-kun. Okay?”
Rindou blinks at them, taking a moment to process the statement. As soon as he does there’s a grin spreading across his face as fast as red blooms across his cheeks.
“Sou’s been waiting for you to claim me officially, Haru-chan. It said it was only a matter of time before you got antsy with waiting,” they inform, a teasing lilt to their voice.
Haruchiyo laughs, but it’s not the usual one that sounds a tad too crazy, this one is soft and fond. One that Rindou is aware only Tenjiku and Toman members have heard, one that only he and Ran get to hear often. He wants that laugh in his life forever.
“Of course Sou-kun would say that,” he stands to his full height and pulls his hoodie up. “Now, I think you deserve a reward, wouldn’t you think so, dear?” She turns to look at him, wearing that all too familiar and alluring smirk, eyes shining with dark promises.
Rindou’s mouth twitches at the same time his dick does.
-
Ran and Rindou were two separate people who just happened to be brothers. They loved each other a lot, as siblings do, and were very protective of each other. That being said, akin to the twins, they both didn’t mind sharing a partner. Evidence being himself, Akashi Haruchiyo, who was partners with both of them.
She was good at keeping it separate and the most that happened was they both liked to hold her hand at events, and both liked to tease, but they were all fully aware it wouldn’t go past that. It wouldn’t be fair for them to have to choose between the two since having sex all together was just no . That was just gross, all three of them agreed. None of them liked incest.
The biggest part that the brothers liked, though, was that they were able to be possessive of him in public.
-
“Get your hand off my ass,” Harychiyo hisses at Ran as they wait for Rindou, glaring harshly. “Not in public and not to, during, or from friend events.”
“Awww, but Haru-chan,” Ran protests, a pout on his lips.
“If I come out and you’re groping, I’m leaving,” Rindou informs before he exits, the exasperation in his voice easy to hear.
“Don’t leave, Rin-Rin!” Ran insists, and like that, their hand arm slips back around his waist, hand grabbing his side.
“I won’t as long as you don’t tease her while I’m here,” they snap back, entering the genkan finally, box in hand. “I can’t believe we forgot the fucking cake,” he complains as he slips his shoes back on.
“Sounds like us, actually,” Haru replies with a fond tone, shaking her head as she opens the door for the other two. They lock it behind them and then make their way to the car.
The ride is spent in comfortable silence, a nice soft vibe falling over the vehicle. Ran hums along to the music that plays softly from the radio, Rindou’s foot tapping along even as their focus is on their phone. Haru is driving so his focus is the road but at some point he starts to hum along as well, a hand moving to hold Ran’s over the dashboard.
“Why is the destination here, of all places?” Rindou asks once they arrive, nose wrinkling as he looks over at the pristine park to their left.
“I think Kaku wanted some greenery,” Ran replies with a shrug, freeing their hand to exit the car.
“There’s also a mall within walking distance because he knows how antsy you guys get,” Haru adds, also exiting the car.
Rindou is out last, cake box in his hands, phone shoved into his pocket. “Loser,” they grumble fondly before they all head inside, looking around for their friends.
They see them at a group of 3 picnic tables. Kakucho and Izana are side by side on the bench, as to be expected. Across from them sit Souya and Nahoya, and the four of them are chatting amicably.
“We have cake!” Ran announces once they’re in hearing range, having snatched the box from their brother.
“You’re late,” Souya points out, giving them the look , mouth set into a firm line.
“This one forgot the cake,” Rindou explains dryly, jerking his thumb to point at his brother. “Where’s Koko and Inui?” They ask, eyebrows furrowed as they move to sit beside their partner.
“Canceled last minute,” Haru explains, sitting down beside Kakucho. “Yuza-chan needed Seishu for something.” She grabs the drink that’s designated for her, sipping at it. It’s a fruity soda that Senju had gotten them into when they were young and it just stuck with him.
“Is she okay?” Rindou asks, focusing back on the conversation at the mention of Yuzaha. Ran is also now paying rapt attention, arm slung around Nahoya’s shoulder.
“Taiju stuff,” Haru waves it off despite how his chest tightens at the mention of the eldest Shiba sibling. Somehow he was still wreaking havoc in their friends lives, tch.
“Asshole,” Ran mumbles before pouting. “It’s such a special date too.”
Kakucho rolls his eyes fondly. “You know the rules, Ran. We only cancel if most of us can’t attend, especially since we do this every other week.”
“Yah, yah,” they wave it off, opening the cake box to show off the tasty looking morsel. “Look at what Rin-Rin made!!” The pride for their brother shines on their voice.
“Shut up,” Rindou snaps, no heat behind his words, a light blush on his face. They’re embarrassed.
“I helped,” Haru points out. “He can’t decorate for shit.”
“The frosting looks amazing,” Izana placates, a grin on his face. “Your king loves it,” he reassures the pair of them, eyes not leaving the looped font on the cake that read “Happy Birthday, King”.
“It’s your favorite, red velvet with cream cheese frosting,” Rindou explains proudly. “It’s layered perfectly and I had Na-san make sure it didn’t dry up.”
Nahoya grins proudly, offering thumbs up. “It was perfect, I was surprised it was his first time making red velvet!!”
“Oooo, Rin-Rin’s made cakes plenty of times~!” Ran informs, grinning lazily. “When we were younger-”
“Shut up,” Rindou slaps a hand over their mouth, glaring harshly.
“You’ve made us a cake every year,” Kakucho fills in at the looks the four get from the three Toman members. “He’s never tried red velvet before today, but he likes to make us a cake every year. It started when I was eleven, that’s when Izana first got out of juvenile and I met his newfound friends.”
“I always forget you’re younger than us,” Souya speaks up after the story, a small smile on his face. “You act so much older than all of us.”
“I grew up with him,” Kakucho gestures to his partner, a fond look on his face even with his condescending tone.
“Ass,” Izana shoves him lightly. “We’ve been judged a lot because of the four year age gap, but we didn’t get together until he was seventeen, so we think it's fine.”
“17 and 21? Wow, king, didn’t realize you were into younger men,” Ran jokes.
“Says you, you’re older than all of us,” she snaps back, a smirk on her face.
“Kaku-san is somehow the most mature out of all of you, how surprising,” Nahoya drawls, poking their partner's side.
“Don’t fight before cake,” Kakucho reprimands, pulling out plates, utensils and a server utensil from a backpack none of them had noticed til right this second.
“The mom friend, everyone,” Haru does jazz hands as they gesture to Kakucho, a grin on their face.
“You can’t say anything,” Kakucho retorts automatically, sticking his tongue out a bit. “You’re the mom between those two any day,” he informs, gesturing to the Haitani’s.
“Hah?” They say simultaneously, haven gotten caught up in cutting the cake.
Izana laughs at their faces, a smile on his face. “Don’t worry,” he replies, grinning like a maniac. “It’s nothing important.”
They all continue to banter as they cut the cake and spread it around. Everyone gets a piece… and then another, and then maybe another. It was really good afterall.
Izana is arguing with Ran over something trivial when Souya cuts in.
“Guys-” it starts, eyes narrowing, but it cuts itself off when the danger is already there.
Haru, who had zoned in on the warning in Souya’s voice, stills a bit when he feels someone slide an arm around his shoulder. This person wasn’t Ran and Rindou, by how she could still see the two, and Hajime would’ve texted her if they were going to make it time, so this is someone new. They aren’t unfamiliar with being hit on, and usually the old them would’ve been totally on board. But he’s not a stupid 18 year old anymore, he has partners and friends to care about him. He doesn’t really do hookups anymore, though none of his partners minded, so this guy was way too close. Plus, even if she wasn’t dating anyone at the table, she was out with her friends to celebrate Izana, her king's birthday.
This jackass was getting in the way.
“Excuse me?” Their gaze shifts to the person sitting beside them so casually, as if he knows them.
“Forget me already, pretty thing?” The man purrs and his blood runs cold.
Of fucking course she has to run into an old fling on Izana’s fucking birthday. It has to be today of all days because the universe fucking hates Haruchiyo. Loves to make them suffer. And of fucking course it has to be the only fling that he slept with more than once (Rindou and Ran don’t count cause, well, they’re not flings .)
“What do you want, Haruto–san?” She asks coldly, itching to move away but the bench is too tight without causing a scene. They know their friends wouldn’t mind, but there are other people in the park, including children. He doesn’t want to cause a problem for anyone else.
“Heard the biggest slut in the area has settled down, came to see what’s happening,” he informs, all casual, as if best friends.
Kakucho’s hand moves to Haru’s wrist, a silent promise if wanted. She shakes her head slightly, she still doesn’t want to cause too much of a scene. He gives them a look, a dangerous glint in his eyes, but they shake their head again.
They’ve done this before, they got this. It’s all fine, really.
“Frankly, it’s none of your business,” he replies evenly, moving a hand up to grab his and sling his arm off his shoulders. “We haven’t fucked in a long time, get over it.”
Haru expects him to leave. Haruto always hated confrontation of any kind that wasn’t in his favor, especially when surrounded by people he doesn’t know, but there’s a determined look in his eyes. Her eyes narrow but before she can insist he go, his hand is sliding up and down her thigh, intentful.
They hiss lowly in surprise, and Kakucho’s grip tightens even more. At his angle, he can’t see anything that is happening, but he can tell something is wrong .
“Excuse me~,” Ran’s voice is a purr as they speak, somehow having moved from their spot beside Nahoya to beside the main. Rindou has moved as well, standing behind him, a hand clamped tightly on Haruto’s shoulder.
Haruto scowls, eyebrows furrowed. “Who the fuck are you?” He asks.
Haru’s first thought is genuinely, does this man have a death wish?
Rindou’s free hand reaches down quickly, grabbing Haruto’s wrist, and yanks his hand off of Haru’s thigh. She uses the distraction to quickly scoot away from Haruto, noticing that there’s somehow more room on the bench. They turn and notice Izana standing with Kakucho having scooted over to his spot. Both of them are eyeing the Haitani’s and Haruto with narrowed eyes, both ready to intervene if needed. His eyes find the twins next and find them in a similar state so he turns back to look at what’s happening.
Both Ran and Rindou are up close to his face. They’re wearing twin cruel smirks, no doubt whispering cruelties as Haru notices their mouths move. Rindou is still holding his shoulder and wrist while Ran has the other shoulder in a hand, the other planted firmly on his chest, as if to shove.
Honestly, Haruchiyo knows she could have handled the situation herself, she’s a big boy and she can take care of herself, but…
This was definitely the hotter option.
The pair send him packing in seconds, looking on the verge of pissing himself and crying. Haru, in their head, calls it karma for being a bitch. He could’ve done the same, but again, seeing the Haitani’s get protective over him was just… nice? Incredible? Hot? Breathtaking?
Something. It was something .
“You okay, Haruchiyo?” Kakucho asks, catching her attention again, his grip slackening around her wrist.
“Yeah, I’m alright Kaku-san, thank you,” they do a small bow, still seated and still having a wrist held hostage. “I could’ve taken care of it, honestly. I’m used to it.”
“Don’t let assholes take advantage of you, Haru-chan,” Ran chastises as he gets closer, a hand reaching up to hold his face. They take a moment to search over it, eyebrows furrowed, before letting go.
“He was a wuss,” Rindou informs, doing their own checkup by holding Haru’s shoulder, looking over as much of her as they can.
“That’s Haruto?” Souya asks, eyebrows furrowed angrily, mouth downcast. “He’s always been an asshole, don’t know what you saw in him.”
“The dick, Souya,” Nahoya explains. “Chiyo, at the time, just liked being fucked.”
“TMI,” they snap back at their twin before facing Haru again. “I’m glad you chose our idiots, Chiyo.”
Haru rolls their eyes. “Yeah, me too. Still though, I could’ve handled it,” he gives the Haitani’s each a pointed look.
“But you found it hot,” Izana says matter of factly. “You should have seen your face, you’ve never seen how hot it is to have a partner get all angry for you.” He’s grinning, an eyebrow raised as if hoping to be refuted.
“Shut the fuck up,” she snaps with no heat, cheeks heating up.
“Awwww, Haru-chan~!”
“Shut up!”
-
It wasn’t easy. Haruchiyo knew he was a handful, especially when it came to love. But Ran and Rindou wanted her for her, nothing more and nothing less. They would take whatever they could get, knowing that they had a hard time with romance and showed their love with sex.
It was weird to most, seen as perverse, but they were them and Haru had always lived life like he wanted to, no matter how crazy people thought he was.