Intoxicating

from the Sniper Slut in Tokyo Series
by scribblemoose

Yohji breathed the heavy nightclub air, and felt like he was home. Alcohol, cigarette smoke and sweaty, horny bodies.

Intoxicating.

"Drink, Yohji?" Aya's rich baritone caressed his ear. So did his tongue. Just the tip. Yohji shivered with delight.

He could get to like England.

"Beer, please," he said, lips lingering to brush against Aya's neck. No point getting completely off his face, after all. He had high hopes for fun and games back at the hotel later, and wanted to be sober enough to enjoy them.

All of them.

"Dance, Yohji?" Squall gave him an adorable little half-smile. The boy looked as close to shy as Commanders of whole... whatever it was that Squall commanded... could look.

"I promised Aya the first," Yohji said, trailing a finger down Squall's nose, to have it nipped seductively by sharp little teeth, sucked into the warm wet of Squall's mouth for an instant. "The second's all yours."

"That's good." Irvine lay a casual arm around Yohji's shoulder, and nuzzled his neck. "You'll be warmed up nicely for me."

Yohji's grin couldn't have got much broader.

It had started with such an innocent remark. Squall had looked a little sad that afternoon, as they hung around the hotel getting stir crazy, recovering from jet lag and waiting for Kritiker to get in touch. Yohji had asked what the matter was, and of course, Squall wouldn't say, or even admit that his miserable expression was out of the ordinary, so he asked Irvine instead. Irvine explained that it was Squall's girl's birthday, back in Balamb, and of course, Squall was missing her. At which point Aya casually mentioned that it was Yohji's birthday too, and perhaps they should go out.

Yohji was so busy being pleasantly astounded that Aya had remembered his birthday, that he completely forgot to be amazed at Aya suggesting a night out.

Nonetheless, he made sure it was all organised quickly, before his lover could change his mind.

So here he was, in a nightclub in the middle of London with the three sexiest, most gorgeous men he'd ever laid eyes on, and they were all going out of their way to be nice to him, for once. No scolding, no mutterings of 'Kudoh' accompanied by raised eyebrows, no telling him he should wear more, or smoke less, or get on with some work.

Yohji was in heaven.

* * * * * * *

"It's good of you," Irvine said to Aya. "Doing this for them both."

"It makes sense," said Aya, watching Squall and Yohji as they danced, close and slow, shimmying against each other, suede squeaking on leather. "Yohji likes this sort of thing, and Squall... he must miss her very much."

"It's not easy," said Irvine. "They have a special kind of bond, Squall and Rin. To do with the magic."

"I see." Aya always looked a little cynical when anyone tried to explain about the power that sorceresses had, so Irvine left it at that.

He watched Aya instead, noting the soft expression in his eyes as he watched Yohji dance. A rare and touching insight into the love Aya felt for his sexy, lazy, incorrigible partner.

"You want to dance?" he said, eventually.

Aya gave him a quizzical look, as if it was a strange request, but Irvine had learned a little about Aya's looks, and simply held out his hand. Aya took it, and allowed himself to be led to the dance floor.

* * * * * * *

Yohji had half expected the fun to end when they got home; it seemed too good to be true, more than he deserved. But the others had different ideas. Once they were safely back in the hotel room there was kissing, endless kissing, each man taking a turn to press their lips against his, dip their silky tongue into his mouth: Squall, then Irvine, then Aya. Yohji never had any trouble telling them apart. Squall's kiss was soft, hesitant, as if he dared not believe anything quite so good was happening to him. Irvine's was pure hedonism, his tongue always slipping in right from the start, pressing buttons Yohji hadn't even known he had. And Aya... Aya's kiss was passion, pure and simple. Breath-stealing, heart-thudding, pulse-racing passion.

They stripped him as they kissed him, slowly peeling off his clothes, licking and kissing his emerging skin until he tingled all over, cock throbbing hot and heavy between his thighs, mouths and fingers exploring and caressing him all over. It had never been this way before; they'd always paired off, or formed a threesome with one to watch. This time it was all for him. Just for him.

He was arranged on all fours; they must have planned it. They took it in turns to kiss and lick his ass, tongues probing, fingers stretching, slicking him, relaxing him, ready for the first thick cock to take him.

Irvine took him first; Squall lying underneath him, swallowing his cock, leaving Yohji's mouth free for Aya to fuck. He sucked greedily on it, Irvine's hair like silk on his back as he filled him, Squall's tongue wet and firm on his dick. He came quickly - well, with sex this good, who could blame him - but they didn't stop. No sooner had Irvine filled him with come than they switched and Squall was inside him, fucking harder than Irvine, daring a smack to his butt.

By the time he came, Yohji was hard again.

Last of all, was Aya.

Aya took him slowly, stopped when he got close, teased him until he was mad with it. Stroked his skin with feather fingers, dropped velvet kisses down his spine, and filled him over and over. Irvine and Squall were in front of him, kissing him, petting his cock from time to time, but never enough to make him come, until Aya said they could. Then Squall cupped his balls in one palm, and Irvine squeezed and stroked his shaft, and Aya fucked harder, and faster, and told him to do it now, and he did, he couldn't help it; he was shooting into Irvine's hand, Aya flooding his insides, and at some point Squall and Irvine must have come too, because when Yohji came to his senses he was lying on his side, his head in Aya's lap, and covered in more semen than he could possibly have produced all by himself.

They cleaned him off with soft, wet tongues while he lay, helpless, unable to do anything but look at Aya's beautiful face, and smile.

Aya leaned over to kiss him, eartails tickling his chest, and whispered in his ear.

"Happy birthday, Kudoh."

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