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His office room is quiet. The sun is setting, the sky painted orange and purple and he can hear distant shouts and cheering outside.
Takumi fled here, sitting in one of the chairs now after hours and hours of negotiations. He just needs some time to be alone and think.
At the end, the peace treaty has finally been signed. The tension in the conference room was so palpable that he was sure a single word could set the room on fire, but that never happened. Maybe he's too used to things exploding all around him. Maybe he expected everything to fall apart at the last moment so it wouldn't hurt as bad.
Fifteen years of war lay behind him. Tomorrow they will properly celebrate, but today Takumi is caught up inside his head, reminiscing about the past years.
Where will they go from here? There's still a lot to do. They are far from returning to a peaceful life, but it's a start. The start of an uncertain future. But a future for Futurum and the residents that survived the war.
Takumi just didn't expect he'd ever see the day. He was made for this war and now that the war is no more... What else is he supposed to cling to? He knows he has things to do, but the thought makes him feel somewhat hollow, like the war drained everything he once had.
Who is he, if he's not fighting for something? Is Takumi even able to live a life without battle?
He held his promise this time. Now what?
A knock at the door rips him out of his thoughts. For a moment he considers to pretend he's not here, because he's not ready to face anyone yet. Nobody should know he's here, except for Hiruko maybe. She knows him well enough to know where he'd flee to.
"Sumino-kun?" Yugamu's voice sounds from beyond the door. Well, if anyone would get that information out of her, it would be him.
Takumi rolls his eyes.
"Takumi-kun, I know you're in there," Eito can also be heard.
Of course, where there's Yugamu, Eito isn't far either. Takumi finds himself smiling. These two aren't just anyone. They've been his most loyal companions. The people he'd trust blind. Even if he doesn't want to see anyone else, he'd want them by his side.
"You can come in," Takumi says.
The door opens with a wide gesture of Yugamu's arm, waving Eito to go ahead. Eito notes Yugamu with a sneer and doesn't wait for him, marching right up to Takumi.
His heartbeat picks up. He tenses.
They're still dressed in their neat white uniforms. Takumi hadn't bothered to change yet either.
"Did something happen?" Takumi asks.
Eito glares at him, his expression unreadable.
He shifts when Yugamu locks the door with a soft click.
"Omokage? Aotsuki?" Takumi asks again. He swallows hard.
"No. Nothing happened, not yet," Eito returns, "I've requested we are not to be disturbed."
Eito sounds pressed. It does nothing to calm him.
"Omokage, what is this about?" Takumi asks. He stands and nearly skips the chair back in the process.
Maybe they've been tricked? Maybe there's been an attack? His fingertips tingle at the thought to launch himself into battle.
Takumi is immediately on high alert, but Yugamu quickly strides over to him and gently pushes him back into the chair.
"Relax. There's nothing to worry about," he says smoothly.
Eito stops in front of Takumi and scrutinizes him out of narrowed eyes.
"Who knows? Maybe I have eliminated everyone in the building until I've gotten your location because I felt like it?" he says, as casually as talking about the weather.
Eito hasn't changed much in the past years. He still enjoys tormenting Takumi whenever he gets the chance. His tone alone is far too soft for the sharp words. Takumi knows there's been no attack just by the sound of it.
"Now now, Aotsuki-kun. We don't want you getting all tense again, right?" Yugamu teases with a smirk.
Eito glares at him in return and Yugamu giggles.
"Now, for the reason of our visit," Yugamu addresses Takumi again as he rounds the chair he is sitting on, his hands snaking around his shoulders. "My, you're stiff. And not the kind I enjoy most!"
He starts to massage Takumi, and it's too easy to sink into his touch.
"Who even told you I'm here? Shizuhara?" Takumi mumbles.
Yugamu huffs. "Tough nut to crack, truly. Had to use my finest torture methods to get it out of her."
"You didn't," Takumi scoffs.
"Aww. Undressed me right away," Yugamu whines.
"I don't think I did that."
"Oh, but I wish you did."
Yugamu's fingers easily find the tense spots and rub gentle circles into them. Takumi closes his eyes with a content sigh. His entire body hurts. Now that he can let his guard down the fatigue is catching up with him. He's so tired and exhausted. The battles, the strain, the sleepless nights. It still feels he hasn't done nearly enough.
"You're making a really repulsive face right now," Eito mutters.
Yugamu only hums in return.
He still hasn't told Takumi why exactly they're here.
"Will you guys tell me what this is about—"
Takumi's eyes fly open. Without beating around the bush, Eito has pushed his legs apart and kneels between his thighs now, his face pressed into Takumi's crotch.
It takes him entirely by surprise. He expected many things, but not this. Especially after Eito had to stand in a room full of people for hours.
"Aotsuki!" Takumi squeaks.
His face immediately burns up with embarrassment and arousal. Eito is eagerly mouthing at the fabric of Takumi's pants, long lashes fluttering shut. He's so beautiful on his knees. Takumi can feel his warmth through the textile, and it immediately sends his blood rushing south.
"Our General has been working so hard," Yugamu coos, "Why doesn't he lean back for a little while and let us thank him?"
Takumi's heart starts hammering, but not for the same reason as previously. He can see Eito's nose scrunch up in disgust, yet he doesn't pull away. Even for Eito, this is exceptionally forward.
"Did you drug him?" Takumi asks half-heartedly, glancing back over his shoulder to Yugamu.
"Nothing he hasn't asked for," Yugamu responds. He gently turns Takumi's face back forward before he resumes to rub circles into Takumi's sore muscles.
And damn, he can really give a killer massage. Maybe he should have accepted his invitation far earlier.
"I only asked Yugamu-kun for nausea medication," Eito mumbles, "Your grotesque stench would be unbearable otherwise."
"Thanks," Takumi says and finds himself grinning dumbly. He's way past the point of being offended. That's the closest thing to a compliment he's going to get.
"Now turn off that pretty little head of yours and let us make you feel good," Yugamu purrs.
His voice is quiet and sultry and Takumi can't help but moan softly. Eito is fumbling with his belt, then his zipper and quickly pulls down his pants, then his underwear. His gloved hand brushes past Takumi's thigh and his breath ghosts past Takumi's erection.
"Are you having all the fun without me?" Yugamu asks.
He releases Takumi's shoulders and scurries around the chair, pushing himself into Eito's space between Takumi's parted legs.
Yugamu bumps Eito's shoulder, and Eito bumps him back roughly. There's a glint in Yugamu's eye when he shoves him again and Takumi scoffs in amusement.
"Come on, you had plenty of time to kill each other," he mumbles.
They both stop and look up at him, and Takumi feels his chest tighten with fondness. They've been his most loyal soldiers throughout the years. Even if it's been complicated to navigate an uncertain future and his feelings for both of them, they never turned their backs on him.
Even when he made mistakes.
Even when he led them into bloodshed.
Even when he failed.
Takumi isn't sure he'd be here today if he didn't have them by his side. Not only as his soldiers, but also as his friends, and maybe also far more than that.
Eito leans in again, hesitantly poking out his tongue to lick Takumi's dick. Yugamu does the same, albeit not nearly as shy as Eito. Yugamu has never done ‘shy’ to begin with.
Takumi's eyelids flutter with a deep moan. Churned on by Yugamu, Eito quickly becomes more eager. They've never done this together, and frankly, Takumi wouldn't have allowed himself to think this up in his wildest fantasies.
Hands rest against Takumi's thighs and hot breath caresses his skin, and his mouth quickly falls open with breathless panting. He can hear the soft moans and the smacking of lips, the soft groping of fingers into his skin.
He pries his eyes open and glances down. Both of them are flushed, and Eito is visibly sweating. Yugamu is drooling excessively, and Takumi groans. He reaches out both of his hands, one carding through blue, the other through silver hair. Eito makes a disgruntled noise, but doesn't stop.
Takumi is close, but he tries to savor the moment just a little longer. Maybe he's dreaming. He doesn't want to wake up yet. Who knows when he gets this chance again.
Yugamu leans to the side and just briefly, his and Eito's tongues meet.
Eito recoils immediately. He escapes Takumi's fingers tangling his hair and retches, shoulders pulled up high and a hand desperately clutched to his mouth. His eyes are watering and his glasses are a little fogged up.
He would hate knowing how incredibly hot Takumi thinks he looks right now.
"Eheh... Sorry, Aotsuki-kun. I got a little carried away," Yugamu says.
Something tells Takumi that wasn't entirely an accident. And he's not really sorry either.
"Repulsive wretch. Do you have to get your sewer spillage all over Takumi-kun's repugnant appendage? Disgusting... Agh! I should have killed you long ago!"
Eito dry heaves and tries to wipe his tongue on the back of his glove.
There's a smile on Yugamu's face that nearly cracks his skin from ear to ear.
"Heh... So feisty. Still not falling for me?" He bats his eyelashes at Eito.
"Like I'd ever!" Eito hisses.
It makes Takumi throb embarrassingly hard.
He shifts, but Yugamu rests his hand against Takumi's leg to stop him from moving.
"Ah, ah. Little Sumino hasn't had his fill yet, has he?"
He hasn't come yet and the strain starts to ache. He presses his lips together and nods rigidly, and Yugamu lights up with a smile.
"Then why don't you give Aotsuki-kun a little ride? He's been waiting for you so patiently."
Eito's head whips up, but instead of anger, Takumi sees incriminating embarrassment paint his handsome face.
It's been a while since they last had sex, that's true. He usually brushes it up to Eito not wanting to, but Takumi can't deny he hasn't been in the mood leading up to the peace negotiations either. If he messed this up again he wouldn't have forgiven himself.
"But Omokage... I don't want to leave you out," Takumi mutters.
He realizes he might have neglected Yugamu's needs for far longer. He spent a lot of time with Eito on the paperwork lately, so there wasn't much time. And Takumi had other things on his mind.
Yugamu just shrugs. "Are you kidding? I'm getting first row to an incredible viewing, aren't I? Now go get him."
Takumi doesn't need to be told twice. Eito has gotten up, still standing somewhat slouched, and Takumi is suddenly overcome with visceral lust for the man.
He gets to his feet and staggers with his pants pooling around his ankles, and within seconds Eito is bent over the table. Takumi nearly rips his pants down, then his white briefs. He can feel Eito tremble beneath him, unsure if he's aroused or just nauseated. Maybe it's just both, as common for him.
Takumi pats around his office table and tears open the upper drawer. There's a bottle of emergency lube in there that's almost empty. It's far from the first time this has happened, but lately it's only been there for self-entertainment. Not that he'd tell anyone about that.
He pops open the cap as squeezes the last bit of lube into his hand, before tossing it aside. Wrapping his hand around his dick makes his entire body seize up. His hips buck and he whines. He doesn't bother warming it. He quickly wipes his hand on his jacket and grabs Eito's hips, eagerly aligning his dick with his hole.
Takumi can tell Eito has prepped before this, simply by the fact he's met by little resistance. Eito usually needs a long time before he relaxes enough. It makes him wonder if Yugamu was involved. Would Eito allow that?
Takumi isn't really sure about their relationship. They spent a lot of time together on the battlefield, sometimes separated from Takumi for weeks on recon missions. Isn't it only natural to grow close?
They've been working together for years and even the human forces dubbed them the General's war hounds. He usually took them both to his meetings and could see the fear in people's eyes as they walked past them, as if they were afraid even their proximity could kill.
There's a stark contrast between Eito covered in blood with deranged elation in his eyes and Eito bent over his office table, wanting to have his guts rearranged by his general.
Takumi enjoys both an equal amount.
"Hah... Takumi-kun... Ngh... You vile little creature..." Eito grumbles under his breath.
He sounds hoarse already, wet and whimpery in ways nobody else would ever be allowed to hear him and live to tell the tale. Takumi moves his hips and leans against Eito, his clean hand wandering up to tangle into his hair again. It's much longer now, and usually bound into a braid. The braid is still there but completely ruined already. The disheveled look only turns Takumi on more.
Sometimes he can't believe how lucky he is. He's currently fucking one of the most dangerous men on Futurum, with a second one watching him, getting off to Takumi pounding Eito on his office table.
He's walking a path that would kill the average man for even daring to think about. He'd always felt greedy, wanting them like this, and spoiled, because they wanted him just as badly.
Takumi would be lying if he said the danger wasn't one of the most attractive things about them. He can't say it doesn't make him dizzy with lust. He's drawn to it like a moth to a flame, just too eager to get burned in the all encompassing light of bliss.
Maybe it's time he acknowledged that he can't live without them. Not just as his soldiers. But as the people he loves. He didn't think he deserved to allow himself to feel that way, but right now, he is far too selfish to deny himself the truth.
He can hear Yugamu's moans behind him, guttural and needy while the table hits the wall with each thrust of Takumi's hips into Eito's ass. Takumi pushes Eito's face harder against the table and picks up the pace. He leans up to his tip toes, rutting into Eito with all the pent up desire he hadn't allowed himself for the past months.
And Eito takes him in, gasping and moaning with each thrust, his body quaking and shuddering. Unraveled and so beautiful. Gloved fingers scraping over smooth wood.
"Aotsuki... I'm close... Fuck... Fuck..."
Takumi's head turns static. Overwhelmed by pleasure, he pushes in deep and lets himself go.
Distantly, he can hear Eito try to muffle a scream. Takumi doesn't have the decency to be quiet. He doesn't care who hears that he's fucking his lieutenant in his office. He earned this. He earned fucking Eito for the rest of his days.
Takumi wheezes when his conscious thinking returns to him. He's sweating all over and his hips buck a couple more times before the friction becomes painful. His knees are weak when he pulls out, and a bit of his release drips from Eito's hole.
Eito has propped himself up to his elbows, sniffling. There's bile dripping from his chin and he's trembling all over.
Takumi knows well enough that he won't allow him to touch him right now. Instead, he grabs the box of tissue paper from the edge of the desk and slides it over to him.
He steps back and remembers immediately that they aren't alone in the room. Yugamu is still sitting on the chair with his legs spread and his dick still hard and throbbing. His expression looks dazed. He's drooling uncontrollably and his face seems a little pained when he strokes himself again.
"You didn't finish just from that, huh?" Takumi mumbles. He doesn't mind the hungry look Yugamu gives his body.
Takumi swipes a tissue paper and lazily cleans himself off, before he tugs his pants back into place. Then he picks up the discarded item from before.
"Sumino-kun...?" Yugamu whines.
Takumi has grabbed the bottle of lube and violates it a last time for a little more. Then he makes his way over and places himself in Yugamu's lap, legs spread around him, wrapping his hand around Yugamu's dick.
His entire body quivers upon touching him. Yugamu has always been so sensitive. He's so slick with precum that Takumi figures he didn't even need the lube.
"Are you going to be good for me?" Takumi asks and strokes him slowly, running his palm along his entire length.
Yugamu's jaws fall open with a ragged moan, but Takumi gags him with his own lips.
"Nghh... Hah... Ah...!"
Yugamu tries to buck into his touch, but Takumi remains slow. He's kissing him deeply, tongue into his saliva filled mouth, deep down into his throat. He wraps his free hand around Yugamu's head, buries his fingers into his hair again and holds him tightly.
He's getting a little sluggish now. Takumi always gets tired after sex, but he doesn't want to neglect Yugamu's needs when he let Eito take precedence. They are both equally important, even when Yugamu is all too eager to hand priority to Eito in all situations.
"Ngh... Sumino-kun... Hah..."
Yugamu wraps his arms around Takumi and arches his back against him.
"Come on," Takumi mumbles into the kiss, "Don't you want to be pretty for me?"
Yugamu groans. Takumi puts more pressure against his grip on him and speeds up.
Yugamu can't keep up with the kiss anymore. Saliva floods from the edges of his mouth and his head rolls back as he hits his climax.
Yugamu doesn't hold back. He makes a deep gargling sound in the back of his throat as he finally cums, spilling all over Takumi's hand.
Takumi keeps the pace up for a moment longer, even after Yugamu has gone soft. He only stops once Yugamu's hips are twitching and he's whimpering from the overstimulation.
Takumi untangles his fingers from his hair to brush his bangs out of his face instead. He's breathing hard and his tongue hangs out of parted lips. His eyepatch is a little sloped and Takumi lazily tugs it back into place.
"Eheh... Sumino-kun really learned how to treat a man, huh?" Yugamu purrs.
Takumi immediately ducks. Maybe he's past his thirties now, but being told he's good at sex makes him feel like an awkward teenager again. Especially from someone who's so important to him.
"I guess we practiced enough—hey!"
Before he can finish his sentence, he's being roughly pulled off Yugamu's lap.
Eito has seemingly gathered his bearings again and is now claiming Takumi back with a crushing hug. He buries his entire face into the crook of Takumi's shoulder and inhales deeply.
"Your lips are wet!" Takumi complains. "Didn't you just throw up? Are you insane?"
"Can't let Yugamu-kun have all the Takumi-kun stench," Eito mutters.
Takumi can feel him tense and his shoulders rise in another retch.
"Please don't throw up on me," Takumi sighs and awkwardly pats Eito's head.
So far to the dangerous war hound. Takumi never quite understands what's going on inside his head, but he can't say he hates it.
"Don't leave me out, you cuties," Yugamu chimes in.
He's redressed and standing now, and wraps his arms around Takumi from behind.
Eito tries to swat him away. "My ugly Takumi-kun," he grunts.
Yugamu laughs softly. "Of course. I'm happy to take an arm and a leg if you can spare?"
"Hello?!" Takumi squeaks.
Yugamu nuzzles his head into Takumi's neck and kisses him chastely.
"I like you better in one piece anyway," he whispers.
Takumi relaxes. He's pleasantly spent and his mind quietens after all the tension from the previous months.
"Why don't we go to your bedroom, hm?" Yugamu proposes. "I'm sure we all want some more comfort."
"Huh? Aotsuki is coming too?" Takumi blurts out.
Eito stomps his heel on Takumi's foot.
"Ow! What was that for?!"
"We're not quite done devouring you," Yugamu drawls, "You've been starving us for quite some time and we are so neglected. Eheh... We are just so gracious to let your little Sumino take a breather."
Yugamu's tongue lands in Takumi's ear and he quickly reels away.
"I hope you have nothing planned tonight," Yugamu hiccups.
"Hey—what? Wait—"
He has no time to complain. Eito has already tossed him over his shoulder and Takumi fights back half-heartedly.
Maybe that's just what he needs, actually. Instead of spiraling in his own mind. He has to admit having sex like this is what usually clears his head.
Eito and Yugamu want him. They'll still be there tomorrow, when Takumi probably can't move a muscle anymore, and they'll be there beyond. It doesn't sound all that bad.
Maybe they'll even get him breakfast in bed. Poisoned, if his choice of partner was anything to go by.
Takumi can't wait for it.