Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this fanfic are the product of their original creators, not the author who likes to screw around with them.
Warnings: The usual. Graphic sex things, performed by some naughty under aged boys, some language, some OOC or what have you.

A/N: Another night-time walk idea that I couldn't stop thinking about.
These actually end up being pretty awesome, though I'm not as happy with this one as I was with Burn.
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Enjoy.

(Kouichi POV)
I don't remember the first time I thought about wanting to fuck Takuya. Probably sometime when I was twelve or so the thought might've crossed my mind, but it wasn't until a few months ago, when I turned fifteen, that I really started getting it in my head that I wanted to fuck the kid. As with all of my usual obsessions, it came on hard and didn't stop hammering at me until I devoted full attention to it. Usually my obsessions involved inanimate objects or concepts; learning how to draw professionally, learning a new language, (I'm mediocre to fluent in three other than my native language: American English, German, and Spanish) achieving 100% in a new video game, etc. Never before had I been so overwhelmed by an actual person. It was intriguing, because I knew I didn't love the guy, I just wanted to have sex with him. I was sure that once I got him in bed with me and had my way with him, I would move onto something else, as I usually did. Almost the moment I met 100% success in a game I'd been slaving over for months trying to complete, I grew bored and looked for something else to amuse me. Of course, while this was all easy to expect of me, I couldn't expect Takuya to participate willingly or even hear me out on my explanation of my peculiar habits, let alone humor me to provide me with some relief of this powerful urge.
I mean, look at him. He barely even looks at me, and only talks to me when necessary. I'm just "Kouji's Brother," not anyone worth noting, and certainly no one worth desiring. And before I started getting this overwhelming urge to fuck him, Takuya was always "Kouji's friend," or "Kouji's Guy." I'm not even properly his friend without Kouji. He was our only connection. My brother denies adamantly that he's gay, and I believe that he REALLY thinks he isn't gay, but I beg to differ. He is my twin, after all. There's that whole "Twin ESP" thing. I can infer that Takuya's the same way, but on a more subconscious level. Even Kouji seems to recognize that he's attracted to Takuya in some way, or more than would be regularly healthy, (although not in anyway gay) but Takuya seems to still be kidding himself that Kouji's relation to him is strictly on the bounds of very good friendship. Now that I think about it, that's probably how I got so hot for Takuya in the first place. If I blame one thing on "Twin ESP," I feel obligated to blame it on other things. Kouji is obsessed with Takuya, and somehow that obsession found its way to me. This is the most logical thing I can come up with. Either that or I think the kid just needs a good fuck to get his head on straight. But that sounds like I'm trying to justify my selfish obsession. I don't lie to myself.
I think that Kouji only feels that way for Takuya. I believe him when he says he isn't gay; if Takuya weren't around, I doubt he'd even slightly consider dating any other guy, even if you paid him. But, you can't argue with the guy. He's either gay or not gay at all. And he is absolutely without a doubt not even slightly gay. Takuya backs him up on this without even considering, without even contemplating that his best friend in the whole world might have erotic feelings towards him. They both live in their own little happy-world where no one is gay. I wonder why they're so narrow-minded about it. If I cornered Takuya and tried strip and seduce him into bed with me, he'd probably call it rape. If a hot girl did the same thing, Takuya would call it the luckiest thing that's ever happened to him. If Kouji did the same thing, he'd probably come out an hour later, stumbling around like a dimwit, still trying to convince himself that no matter how much he'd liked it, he was still straight. Boy, I hang out with really pathetic guys. At least when I get a sexual urge towards another guy, I admit it. And think about it endlessly and imagine fucking said boy relentlessly while he and my brother are only sitting a few feet away from me.

Takuya keeps asking me stupid things like whether I traded in my brain for a new drawing tablet or whether I've been tragically transformed into a zombie because of how I keep staring at him. I'm surprised he hasn't noticed that I seem to have a constant erection every time I'm even remotely near him; he was never the brightest crayon in the box. Thank God for that ass. Kouji, after convincing himself that he lives in his little world where neither he nor anyone he hangs out with is gay, doesn't take the looks too seriously. He's more interested in Takuya. They're always talking. They barely leave me any room to breathe, let alone get a word in. I swear, if they started finishing each other's sentences, I wouldn't think anything of it. I wouldn't even be amazed if God made a screw-up, and they were the twins, and I was the outsider, but then wouldn't that mean Kouji would be dating his twin? Who knows?
They're always laughing with each other about little inside jokes they have, then eventually feel obligated to explain why they're so funny to me so they don't feel bad for leaving me out. I'm a bit of a tag-a-long, only here because of my relation to Kouji. I'm not really bothered at all; I'm more of a listener than a talker anyway, and not being expected to partake in conversations leaves me more time to script erotic scenes in which I passionately ravish the boy my brother is pathetically head-over-heels for and who refuses to come to terms with it. As a result, I don't hear a word they're saying. All I hear is Takuya in my head, and I wonder if he would be a screamer, a moaner, or a groaner.
Takuya and I are guests at Kouji's, but because I'm his brother, I'm the one who gets to stay the night. Takuya has things to do with his own brother tomorrow anyway; he'll come see us tomorrow afternoon. He says good bye, but it takes him like half an hour to leave because he and Kouji just keep jumping right back in and talking again. I just roll my eyes and smirk at the two lovebirds, but with all honest, it was getting late. I keep meaning to go back into his room and change for sleep, but Takuya keeps me occupied. I wondered if his mouth would be useful for other things, or if it was just good for talking. I'd probably have to gag him with I finally took him; there's no way I could stand that constant chatter all through sex. I'm not the person to look for someone to "whisper sweet nothings into my ear." Frankly, if my lover never shut up in bed, I'd kick him (or her) out.
Takuya FINALLY left. I expected him to jump back inside again and resume talking, or for Kouji to fling open the door and call something else out to him. I even imagined him to call Kouji on his cell-phone the second the door closed, and for them to resume a conversation as though they hadn't spoken in months. Those two never shut up. It was really cute, but it was also really pathetic. Meanwhile, I'm just standing here off to the side, innocently observing Kouji watch Takuya leave through the thin crack of the door before he closed it. I wonder what Kouji thinks about Takuya if he doesn't want to have sex with him. Does he really only think about the quality time they spend together? Does he just look forward to seeing Takuya because of conversation? Truthfully, Takuya's a mediocre conversationalist. Kouji likes to discuss and debate, and just about everything out of Takuya's mouth is the opposite; nonsense and random chatter.
I wonder how Takuya would react if I were to force him into bed. It didn't really matter to me whether he wanted me or not. I'm sure he'd like it, but even during an orgasm he'd probably be trying to convince himself he hated it. He was just that stubborn. You know, I might actually get lucky. Maybe he'd go for it and I wouldn't have to force him. I look enough like Kouji. Maybe he wants to screw my brother too, but he's too embarrassed. In that case, it would be safer to have sex with me because Kouji would never know, and he'd get out some frustration, and he wouldn't have to acknowledge his homosexuality. Everyone wins.

Kouji finally closed the door and turned from it with a big, stupid, grin on his face, which froze when he noticed how I was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and staring, looking at him in what he must have assumed was amusement. The grin turned sour and he glared at me.
"What?"
I shrugged. "Nothin', 'touto." He knew what I thought about him and Takuya, and it was me he argued hardest against. He was not gay and he was not in love, or even infatuated with Takuya. If he wanted to still think he was straight, that was fine by me. I wondered if it would be possible for them to eventually explode from keeping their emotions inside. Takuya I wasn't sure about because he didn't seem to be aware of how strong his feelings were, but Kouji I worried about. He knew he had feelings for Takuya, he just denied they were homosexual feelings. It gave him frequent mood swings.
Now a grouch, a sourpuss, and no longer sociable or friendly, Kouji walked right past me and trudged up the stairs. He was always in a bad mood immediately after Takuya left. This would last at least twenty minutes before he started talking to me again, as if I was the reason Takuya had left and he had to punish me for an undetermined amount of time. I yawned; it was too late for me to care. Let him be a grump.
I give him his space for a few minutes while he undresses and slides into his bed, then I get into the bathroom and do my usual things. It's a little past midnight. I wondered why Takuya usually didn't stay the night, no matter how late it was. It'd probably be a lot easier to get in bed with him if he did stay over more often. Kouji and I share a bed because we're brothers, and that's not strange, but Takuya sleeps in another room on the rare occasion he does stay over. It would be simple as that: sneak into his room in the middle of the night. Lock the door. Gag him while he's asleep, and there's Takuya, ready for the taking. No one would ever know. Of course, that really WOULD be rape, but when I get to this point in my obsessions, I'm willing to do nearly anything to get what I want. Maybe Takuya doesn't stay over because he does, in fact, suspect Kouji's feelings for him and doesn't want to present an opportunity. It occurred to me that maybe that was partially right; Takuya in fact realized how hot I was for him, and he didn't stay over to present ME an opportunity. I keep insisting the two of them are gay; he might think that I'm gay and I'm trying to hit on him, but I'm waiting for a sign or a response based on what he says when I suggest the two of them should "get a room," so to speak. Then I realized that was probably being too paranoid. Takuya barely notices when I'm even in the room; I doubt he'd notice my eyes are only for him when he's around, especially when his eyes are only on Kouji. I don't have a clue what they think. They're quite a strange pair. They really DO need to get a room. A locked room. They should be physically forced into a locked room, naked, with only a refrigerator full of ice cream, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream, some good rope, lube, a variety of random sex toys, and a bed in it for three days. I'm sure SOMETHING would happen.

The lights are off when I get out of the bathroom and slide into bed with Kouji. The light from the city and the full moon are shining through his window, giving everything a bluish glow. Through it, I can just barely see him. Kouji's face is very calm and he no longer seems angry at me. He opens his eyes when I'm settled in, and raises his eyebrows. I raise mine in response, and he scoots closer to me. I still have a throbbing hard-on from hanging around in the same vicinity as Takuya for four hours, so I'm already hard when he takes hold of me. Kouji's already hard too, and I could guess he has the same reason as me, though he's too much in denial to admit it. He stares at me expressionless, and I do the same. We slowly jerk the other off, carefully watching each other's faces for any sign of a reaction. It was a minute later that Kouji said,
"Nii-san, you're blushing."
My cheeks did feel warm, but I was hoping Kouji wouldn't be able to see clearly in the dark and might second guess himself. "No I'm not."
He smirked, and squeezed me harder. "Yeah, you are."
I sighed. "One out of three." Our hands roughly started speeding up as we jacked each other off and squirming as we both struggle not to make a sound. We're breathing roughly and our eyes are glazed over with the steaming need we each feel, not for each other, but for the pleasure we were receiving. I'm sure Kouji wishes he could close his eyes and fantasize while I jerked him, but if he did that, he'd surely lose the game, and he's a very sore loser. It feels like it goes on for so long; I can't help myself. I almost catch myself making a little noise, but it escapes before I can hold it back.
"You made a noise, Nii-san," Kouji informed me. Even in the blue darkness, I could see his smug grin.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Pre-cum was dripping down my knuckles. Kouji was really close, and yet his face had only just become flush with sexual excitement. I had no idea how he had the self-restraint to keep himself unaffected by the pleasure.
"You have no chance Nii-san, but wanna keep playing anyway?" Kouji asked me while squeezing my cock lightly and firmly gripping it.
"Of course," I respond. I grip him harder too. Not in any danger of losing the game, Kouji makes a noise deep in his throat. I can't compare it to a moan; it sounds more like an erotic purr. It's quite a noise that I don't even mind when in bed.
"Thinking about Takuya?" I tease.
Kouji roughly jerks my cock, and in a way that's not pleasurable. "Shut up, Nii-san." But his face has gotten noticeably pinker, because we both know that when he makes that sound, he's thinking of Takuya. His pace speeds up to make up for it. We're both panting and squirming and struggling to hold back, and to get the other to come first. That was the last part of the game. Whoever lost control first lost the round.
Kouji's leg accidentally jerks into mine, and I hold back a groan. We can't make any noise while we play the game, so we're disturbingly silent while we get nearer and nearer to orgasm. We pant and breathe perversely and give silent moans to make up for what we can't do out loud. The only sound either of us makes is the erotic purring Kouji makes when he's about to come, and he's thinking of Takuya. Kouji is staring at me with this disgustingly hot look on his face that would drive me crazy to look at if it weren't a mirror image of MY face, but I know this hot gaze isn't directed at me; it's directed at whomever he's imagining in his mind. I'm getting closer and closer and closer until I'm straining to hold myself back, moving my hand even hard and hoping that it would be enough to make Kouji come first. Unfortunately, he gives me a rough squeeze again, and with another jerk, I cum in his hand. I violently exhale, my body straining to release a cry of passion, unsatisfied with the silence that I force upon myself. Content that he'd completely won the game, Kouji clenches his teeth, then opens his mouth wide in a soundless moan as he cums too. We lay next to each other, gaping like muted fish with our chests heaving silently as we release all over each other's hand. We rest for a few minutes as we recover from the shock of orgasm, breathing roughly but ever so quietly. Now that I think about it, it's really freaky how quiet we are. I guess that's why I can't stand the idea of constant chatter in the background during sex; I'm used to silence. Passionate, desperate moans don't do anything for me, thank you. Kouji goes completely limp, and he finally closes his eyes. He is content.

The Game is a dirty little secret of Kouji's, and a night-time habit for me. We've been comfortable sleeping together ever since we met up with each other again. I mean, we were both brothers. There didn't seem to be anything weird about it. Siblings sleep together. And since it was just sharing a bed, it didn't seem like a big deal. But barely a month after we started sleeping together, we started playing The Game, and it came around by hesitant, hormonal accident. We were just boys who happened to hit puberty around the same time, and we were curious. And because it felt really good, we just kept doing it. Out of embarrassment and fear of getting caught, we started off forcing ourselves to remain completely silent all throughout The Game, until it just became habit. For Kouji, it was a shameful little practice, and for me, it was just another way to relieve tension. We each had our own little excuses. Personally, I wasn't as concerned about the fact that Kouji was male as I was about the fact he was my brother. But The Game wasn't incestuous because we weren't doing it out of passion; we were doing it for recreation. So, that seemed okay. I don't feel any romantic feelings for my brother, but he gives a good hand-job.
Kouji's reasoning is a little cloudier. After all that and denying his blatantly obvious sexuality and going to such lengths to make it CLEAR he was not gay, why jerk off with his brother? Apparently, hand-jobs don't count. If we were giving each other blow jobs, that would be different. Actual anal, different thing completely. Getting a hand-job from another guy, especially his own brother, for some reason didn't make him gay, and it didn't mean incest. I don't try to reason with his reasoning; he wouldn't listen. He'd remain absolutely steadfast that just because he enjoyed gay hand-jobs, and as long as it was JUST hand-jobs, nothing more, it didn't make him gay. I've tried playing on this line of reasoning before and asking why he and Takuya don't just try it if it doesn't make them gay; surely they would enjoy giving each other hand-jobs. Kouji didn't talk to me until sometime late afternoon the next day. Hey, whatever makes him happy I suppose. I'd just sit back and enjoy The Game.
I frequently lost The Game. The first test was to see who expressed first. Blush, smile, lidding of the eyes, anything that suggested he was feeling pleasure. I usually lost this round. I'm a very expressive person. Kouji always has that same, blank, emotionless look on his face, so it's fairly easy for him to win this one. Not to mention, I think he cheats. His window is the only source of light, and when we're sleeping over at his house, I'm always facing the window. My face is illuminated by the dull blue light, and his is practically hidden in darkness.
The second round was to see who made a noise first. Breathing doesn't count in any way, shape, or form. It has to be an audible expression. We can spend a long time stuck in this round because after nearly four years of The Game and being forced to stay quiet so we wouldn't attract attention, we've both gotten to be experts on silence during sex. Nonetheless, I usually lost this round. Sometimes the second round lasted so long that in the end, it was accidentally skipped and the Game ended with either of us cumming before we'd even made a noise. Eheh, guilty.
Third round was to see who came first. Pre-cum doesn't count, dry orgasms don't count. Kouji wins this round almost without exception. I can recall only three instances in the past that he's ever come before me. And even then, it was really close. We'd come within seconds of each other. And one of those times, my still-premature body had pulled a trick on Kouji. I'd hit that peak, but it was dry. But back then, we hadn't mastered the art of silence, and I'd sounded as though I had cum. Kouji assumed I was really cumming, and he let himself go before he realized that even though I'd cried, his hand was clean and free of semen. That's when we came up with the rule: you have to actually release to lose.
At any rate, I suck at this game. But it feels really, really awesome. We play it whenever we happened to be sleeping together. Gay or not, Kouji's apparently got quite a bit of pent-up urge to get over. Lately, I have too, considering how often we're around Takuya. We probably both look at each other as we're tossing each other off, and pretend the boy lying opposite of us is Takuya.

I wait until Kouji eventually turns over to grab a tissue before I lick his cum off of my fingers. I could say I like the taste, or I could say I'm just too lazy to reach over and get a tissue to wipe my hands, and too much of a neat freak to just wipe it off on my sleepwear. I suppose either is correct. Licking it off seemed to be a quick method of clean-up, I'm usually too tired after cumming to move at all, and I happen to like the taste of cum in general. I think it's pleasant. When I first did this, Kouji was revolted. We didn't play The Game again for quite a few weeks; the thought of his brother licking up his cum disgusted him so much. So now I wait until he turns around to do it. Kouji doesn't say anything about it; he thinks I'm the strange one. I amuse myself when I imagine him thinking this. If anyone's a good example of the pot calling the kettle black, it's Kouji.
He settles back into his spot, turned away from me, and sighs contently. We don't cuddle or anything afterwards; it's just a game. Quickly burn off some energy, then settle in as brothers, and nothing more. Usually, we don't even talk. We just settle down into sleep. But tonight, my mind is pulsing with ideas. Temporary relief was good, but I wanted to really get down and nasty, and I wanted to do it with Takuya. Not just jerk him off. I wouldn't even be satisfied if he blew me. I wanted to FUCK him. And the desire to do so was pretty powerful, even after just cumming. I keep getting these ideas on how to get him in bed with me, with or without a fight, and as I imagine each scenario in my mind, I get aroused again. Really, I don't like to think of myself as a rapist. There's nothing wrong with him first putting up a little struggle and then giving in to it, but I don't REALLY want to be gagging him and tying him up and hurting him until he just laid down and took it. There was sport in that, but no fun. Watching Kouji comfortably settle in on his side started me subconsciously thinking that he was also probably still thinking about Takuya, and it gave me an idea. Takuya surely wouldn't want to have sex with me, but I was sure that with a little nudging, he'd do it with Kouji. What if...
"'Touto-chan?"
He grunted a response. Tonight, unlike me, Kouji is perfectly happy with snuggling into his pillow and drifting off to sleep after blowing his load.
"Don't suppose you expect me to talk to your back without me knowing if you're even awake?" In other words, dear little brother, please turn over.
Kouji apparently got the drift and rolled over, though not without a dramatic sigh and an annoyed glare at me as he did so.
"What do you want?"
I decided to tease him a little. "How was your day?"
"Damnit, Nii-san, what do you want?"
'Takuya's fine ass,' I thought, but of course couldn't really say. I figured I'd work up to it. "To see how your day was."
He rolled over without saying a word.
"Fine. I was just wondering... how would you feel about me doing you a favour and you doing me a favour?"
Kouji liked being useful if it meant I owed him something, so interested, he turned around. "That depends on what you need from me and if I can think of anything I need from you."
I smirked, but I couldn't find a way to explain my "favour" without scaring him off first. Damn. I probably should've waited until I'd given it a bit of thought. There I am with my spontaneous obsessions again. "Actually, this one thing I want you to do will end up being my favour back to you."
He raised a brow, but didn't respond.
It was difficult trying to explain to Kouji what I had to in an intelligent way. My mind was still off screwing Takuya somewhere.
"Well?" Kouji encouraged. He wasn't one to let a deal go by if it meant something good for him.
"Oh, never mind," I sighed, and I turned over. "Just something about Takuya." Kouji kept staring at me, waiting for me to go on. I felt him get annoyed when I didn't. Kouji has no idea how readily he gives off his emotions; he pretends to keep himself under lock and key, but it's pitifully easy to read him once you get a feel for him.
"Nii-san, just get out with it already. I want to sleep," he said crossly, in no mood for playing games with me but still curious as to what sort of deal I'd want to make that involved Takuya.
"Well," I began slowly to add to the suspense, eventually sitting up and facing him. "You really enjoy what we do, right?"
Kouji was silent for a minute, then: "You mean the Game?"
"Yeah, you like it when I give you a hand-job, right?" I repeated, specifically just to use the word "hand-job". Kouji avoided making references to us jerking each other off. It was always "The Game." Apparently, even though hand-jobs were allowed, admitting we were doing it with each other was too gay for him.
Kouji's ears turned pink. "What about it?"
"I was wondering what you'd think about doing it with Takuya."
He snorted and rolled back over. "We've been through this, Kouichi. I'm not gay, and I'm not into Takuya." His use of my name instead of "Nii-san" didn't go unnoticed.
"Well, you're not gay and you're not into me, but you still play the Game with me," I pointed out. It didn't faze him at all; he'd heard this speech before.
"You're my brother; it doesn't count." There seemed to be a lot of exceptions with my brother as to what's gay and what's not. This doesn't count, that doesn't count, etc. He made up his own rules and bent them anyway he wanted to make sure it always ended in his favour.
"Well, let's say that, hypothetically of course, I was interested in Takuya." Kouji tensed up. This probably pissed him off, but he would never admit it. He wasn't gay, after all, and he wasn't in love with Takuya. Why should he care if I was checking him out?
"Hypothetically, alright. I find it hard to believe," he stated very generally.
"Well, it shouldn't be that hard, as I am interested in him."
He decided to ignore me that time. Probably didn't trust himself to say anything, or he might give away his non-existent feelings.
"What if I wanted to jerk Takuya off?"
"Why would I care?" Kouji replied, a little too quickly.
"Well, if you must know, Takuya is only minutely aware that I exist."
"That's not true, Nii-san," he said, sounding a little gentler as he looked over his shoulder at me. Perhaps he thought what I'd been suspicious of: All this insistence that they were gay was just my own way of channeling that I was gay and wanted Takuya. Boy, they'll grab onto anything if it was fit for their little pretend-world.
"Of course it is. He can't look at anything but you."
Whatever pity had spread through Kouji a moment ago was gone, and he was glaring at me again before he put his head back on his pillow. We didn't say anything for a few moments. Kouji pretended that he was drifting off to sleep, but he couldn't be any tenser if he was sleeping on a bed of nails. I slid back into my spot and pretended to go to sleep too. Two could play at that game.

"Why would I care?" Kouji repeated eventually, out of the blue.
"Hmm?" I replied, playing dumb.
"Why do I care if you want to jack him off?"
'Because you're the one who's pathetically lovesick for him,' I would've loved to say, but decided not to if I wanted any shot with Takuya.
"Because he wouldn't go for me, but I think he'd go for you," I said honestly. Kouji didn't seem to get the drift, and all he chose to hear was another round of: "I think you're gay."
"I'm not gay, Kouichi," he said angrily.
"And I think if we got him in our bed-"
"I'm not listening."
"As long as you were there-"
"Don't hear a word you're saying."
"He'd probably go for it and stick around-"
"Lalala, lalala."
"And we'd both get what we want."
Kouji was quiet for a moment, then: "You think I want to have gay, homo sex with my brother and my best friend."
"Just hand-jobs," I corrected not-so-honestly. Kouji didn't need to know I had ulterior motives and that I needed him to get to Takuya. If I was even remotely close to being right about how they felt about each other, with a little nudging, Kouji would jump at the chance for a risk-free way of getting Takuya in bed with him, no matter how mild the actions once inside. He'd be my bait. "You say yourself that us doing it isn't gay. Since I'll be there, that automatically makes it non-gay, or else every single night we've ever played the Game made us gay, and since that's all you're doing with Takuya, that makes him non-gay. Everybody wins." Kouji was about to object, probably to my pitiful attempt at trying to confuse him with fancy wordplay, (he's very good at it, but I suck. I usually end up confusing myself rather than the other person) but I interrupted him first: "And you DO want it, don't you?"
He didn't respond.
"Just think about it. You don't have to be admitting that you're gay to want a hand-job from that guy anymore than playing the Game with me makes us gay." I was banking on Kouji's own fucked up rules to convince him that it was a good idea. But I still wasn't entirely sure if he'd buy it. Kouji can either be very smart and very quick to see through things, or he can be extremely gullible as long as what he’s hearing falls into what he'd been believing all along.
Kouji was either ignoring me, or he was really mulling it over. I really hated not being sure which it was. He could at least say SOMETHING; this silence was pissing me off. If he didn't give in soon, I'd just have to drop it and nail Takuya the next time he stayed over.

"So, let me get this straight," Kouji started slowly, and I perked up. "You want me to..."
"Tag-team with me. Get Takuya into bed with us."
"And if he rejects?"
"Make him accept."
Kouji paused. "You don't mean force him?"
I nearly swore under my breath. Kouji just did NOT want to make this easy. "Of course not, I didn't mean that. I mean, convince him that he'd like it. I swear, he's really hot for you. He'd go for it if he knew you were in for it. He'd jump for the chance."
"Takuya isn't gay either, Kouichi. And he probably has a different line of thinking what's gay than we do," Kouji said curtly. Was Kouji REALLY that blind or was he just in such denial he denied he was even in denial?
"And I'm not going to force him if he doesn't want to do it. That's just really sick."
I gritted my teeth. "I promise you, he won't reject you."
"But what if he does?" Kouji insisted. "How weird is that going to be? Think about us trying to get him into bed with us so we can jerk him off, except he doesn't want to. Can you imagine the tension after that?"
"He'd do it as long as it was with you," was all I offered, and Kouji surprised me by quickly sitting up and jerking his body to look at me.
"AND WHAT IF HE DOESN'T?" Kouji repeated, nearly hysterical. It really caught me off guard; I hadn't thought I'd really gotten through to him. If that didn't prove he definitely wanted Takuya, nothing did. Was this what all this nonsense was about? The cliché problem of what-if-he-doesn't-feel-the-same?
"Why do you think I've been insisting you two should be together ever since we were eleven? I mean, wow, the first couple of times I guess you could think I was wrong, but if I thought I was even slightly wrong, don't you think I'd have stopped after four years?"
Kouji looked down. "I thought you were teasing me, or something."
"Fuck, you're an idiot."
Kouji looked at me strangely. I very, very rarely swear without good reason, so I can understand his surprise. But I DID have a good reason: I was pushed to my limit with this childish game play.
"Are you in, or what?"
Kouji avoided my eyes. "You don't really think he'd go for me, do you?"
"Trust me. No offense, and I don't mean to be blunt, but I wouldn't even be asking if I didn't think you were the only thing that would make him willing to get in bed with another guy."
Kouji bit back a smile.
"Sorry, but it's the truth. I can't get to Takuya without you." I would've kept this part secret from him, but as it wasn't apart of my largely ulterior motives, I figured he could at least know this. I'm usually painfully honest with my brother; he'd be suspicious if I didn't at least give him a taste of what I was planning. As long as I could get him to buy that I just wanted a brief hand-job from Takuya, I was set.
"And what's to happen after that? Let's say, hypothetically, that Takuya and I ended up wanting to go out afterwards or whatever. Hypothetically," he repeated sternly when he saw my grin. "What about you and your feelings for him?"
"Kouji, do you remember when I decided to learn American English?" He scoffed, amused.
"Yep."
"I freaked out; completely; on you and everyone else. I spent weeks looking for a good tutor, spent weeks pouring over American books, spent weeks talking to myself like some crazy person, spent weeks writing, writing, writing, writing, until I got so perfect at writing in English I could've invented their alphabet, and spent weeks talking to you and everyone else FIRST in American, then translating myself back in Japanese?"
"Yep."
"And do you remember how this went on for months until I finally got a nice strong grasp on the language, could translate just about anything said to me in American English without blinking an eye, could say and write paragraphs and paragraphs as though I'd been speaking the language my whole life and even managed to speak it with an acceptable American accent, and then-"
"Yep."
"Suddenly, completely, lost interest and moved onto something more interesting."
"There was nothing more annoying than having you spout out random English to me. Nothing worse than having you talking to me without even noticing you were speaking in freakin' ENGLISH."
"That's what this is like. Takuya is the English. As soon as I've had my fill of it, I'll lose interest."
"And 'your fill' is just a hand-job, right?"
"Right." It had yet to come to me how I would somehow convince either of them to start really getting into it, but for now, I'd just let it off as a simple hand-job.

Kouji sighed. He leaned up against his headboard, lifted his knee, and dangled one arm off of it. "I don't know."
I felt ready to implode from frustration. "What don't you know?"
He shrugged. God damnit. He just refused to make this easy for me at all.
"Why don't you want to do it?" I pushed.
"I-...I guess I just don't have the nerve." He turned his face and looked completely away from me. I hoped he wouldn't start crying or something; but he looked dangerously close to. I never really realized how much this meant to Kouji; maybe he did really want him. Maybe he did fantasize about getting in bed with him and maybe he did fantasize about growing up and living together with him. Maybe he was just struggling to come to terms with it. My tone softened; I didn't want my brother upset, especially with him so close to making such an important decision.
"Am I your brother?"
Kouji nodded, still looking away from me.
"And of course, your older brother wouldn't ever want to do anything that would hurt you, right?"
He nodded again, slowly this time.
"I would not be suggesting this if I wasn't absolutely positively sure that Takuya would want you. If you think about it, you're getting the most out of this. Sure, I'm getting my little run with Takuya, but this is opening the door to infinite possibilities with him. Not just hand-jobs, and not just with me. I'm getting off a little obsession of mine, and you're getting Takuya. Isn't that a good enough deal?"
"Well..." I waited for him to come up with a reason that it wasn't. "It sounds to me like I'm not getting much out of this 'deal'," mused Kouji. "If I were to accept and convince Takuya to get into bed with you, and me, that's a plus for you. I could do that without you. Where's my favour?"
"You just said you didn't have the nerve a moment ago. But I'll be there giving you the nerve. Don't you think you'd be a lot more comfortable confronting Takuya knowing I was there?"
"Are you saying I can't even get laid on my own?"
"Yes. But when it comes to Takuya, neither can I."
Kouji swallowed hard. He finally turned his head back to me and looked me in the eye. "What exactly do you plan on doing?"

I finally caught him. He fought, hard, but I got him.
Afterwards, we played the Game again. We were both too worked up to get back to sleep, and it was the best way to burn off all the excess energy. I lost all three rounds again. Kouji quickly fell asleep afterwards. He was smiling as he drifted off, likely still thinking of Takuya. I could just imagine the look on his face when I pulled them both into bed for game play much more interesting than simple hand-jobs. Kouji wasn't originally apart of my obsession, but he wouldn't be an unwelcome addition. As long as I got that sexy-ass brunette, I was great, no matter who else had to be there for it to take place. Very soon, Takuya would get one hell of a surprise.

Kouji had never had sex before. He knew how to do it, apparently, but he'd never actually done it. And according to him, he'd never even taken much liking to porn. Any other brother would've rolled his eyes and said, "Right, I'm sure," but I think he was telling the truth for one reason: His first time seeing it, he'd realized his eyes were drawn to the men, not the women. Me? I'd done it only twice before - once with another boy, and once with a girl. I was just curious to see how each experience compared with the other, and I decided that either was fine. Since the experiments, I hadn't been with anyone. I usually didn't get sexual urges towards anyone; I was too busy obsessing with whatever my current issue was. Takuya was my first desired sex object in a long time, and he had been for months.
Kouji didn't think experience was important at all, considering that all we were planning was a simple hand-job. Right, Kouichi? He keeps giving me the eye, like he suspects I'm not giving him the full story.
I swear, sometimes he can see right through you, and sometimes he can't even see you at all.

I wanted to do it the very next day when Takuya came back, but Tou-san was there. This wouldn't be a problem if I just gagged Takuya like I wanted to anyway, and I knew Kouji would be quiet, but he protested against anything that hinted we were forcing Takuya. This included locking doors, pushing him into beds, tying him up, ganging up on him, and so on. Basically, the entire original plan of what we'd do if Takuya was at first uncooperative went right out the door. I tried to explain to him it was just to keep him from making noise to attract Tou-san, but he saw it as a way to stop him from protesting our advances on him, which was partly true, which technically made it rape, and apparently bad. We decided we would plan it for a date when we were alone. Or rather, he decided, considering once he made up his mind that we were waiting, I had no choice.
When Takuya returned, Kouji was initially embarrassed around him for all of two minutes. Then he suddenly slid right back into their usual routine, and left me sitting off to the side, fuming because I knew I had Kouji's cooperation, and I couldn't do it just because of my father's presence and Kouji's conscious. I was anxious to finally get a taste of that brunette, but it could take days for all three of us to have a day alone. Takuya just smiled like he always did, unaware that when we smiled back at him, we were inevitably imagining him writhing in orgasm.

Days ended up being weeks. Kouji and I were playing the Game with increasing frequency and often two or three times before we went to bed. We had so much pent-up frustration to blow that it was driving both of us crazy. I was so worked up on testosterone that I could barely function without every thought in my head involving something sexual, and while Kouji's issue wasn't as bad, it was probably eating on his patience, too. I caught him staring at Takuya more than usual, and more than once, he excused himself when I noticed he had a serious hard-on. When he came back, it was always gone. There was one night this happened three times in a row, and the fourth time, I had to go with him. It's amazing Takuya didn't notice anything strange with our behaviour.
I don't know how Kouji managed to convince himself that as much as he was looking forward to extending The Game to Takuya, it didn't make him gay and it didn't make him attracted to him. On the other hand, I was practically ready to just screw The Game and get Takuya alone by myself to sooth this manic obsession when we finally caught a lucky break. Kouji's house. Tou-san and Satomi-san are out. We have the house to ourselves for hours, on a weekend, together.
Perfect.
I was almost drooling in anticipation. Kouji was wound up tight and freaking out, and he kept dropping hints that we didn't have to do this. Takuya, finishing up at soccer practice, was on his way.
I had Kouji wait in his room. I'd convinced him that I'd lead Takuya there, and without making it painfully obvious what I was doing, I'd lock the door. Kouji agreed that even if Takuya originally resisted a little, as long as he wore down in the end, it should be fine. Now that I think about it, weeks of being forced to wait left Kouji anxious and eager to feel Takuya, and in his excitement, he was willing to forget or forgive certain things that weeks ago he would have forbidden. I even had his permission to gag Takuya if he got too loud. There was duct tape on the end table, and Kouji's eyes kept nervously shifting to it.

The doorbell rings. Takuya is here. I give a last look at Kouji, and gave him a reassuring smile. He tried to smile back, but it was deformed and nervous. I'd wanted him to be naked to give Takuya a real shocker, but Kouji insisted on being fully clothed. So, fully clothed he was, and sitting on his bed, facing away from the door, like I instructed him to. Don't turn around until the last minute. Don't respond to him. Follow my lead. I hoped he'd still be there when I got back. I was afraid he'd lose his nerve without me there.
I opened the door to Takuya, looking sweaty and tired from playing in the humid heat, despite the coolness the evening brought, but smiling all the same. Sexy as hell. I couldn't wait to get my hands on him and get those pale, smiling lips wrapped around my cock. There's an expression, "Undressing someone with your eyes." I wasn't just undressing him; I was violating every orifice he had. I told him Kouji was in his room. He'd already changed from his soccer uniform to normal clothes, but they stuck to his body with sweat; no doubt, he'd run here even after chasing a ball around for two hours. To be cheeky, I suggested he take his shirt off for a bit if he was hot, and to my amusement, he did, leaving just a white undershirt that was practically plastered to him. Kouji was going to have a nosebleed when he turned around. We climbed up the stairs together, neither of us saying anything to each other. I didn't take it personally; Takuya had a very single-minded focus when he was going to see Kouji. He opened the door, and walked in. He didn't notice anything strange right off the bat. As I came in behind him, I saw that Kouji was still there, and he was shivering. Like a good boy he didn't turn around to face Takuya, and didn't respond to him when he started talking to him. He ignored him completely.
Takuya was confused. He called Kouji again, and again. Then he started getting annoyed. He didn't even notice me sneaking up close behind him and locking the door behind us. By the time he did hear the lock and looked over his shoulder, I was already hugging him from behind. He jerked and tried to shake out of the embrace with a curt "What the hell," but I held him tight, and licked his sweaty neck. He yelled for Kouji to help him, and unfortunately, Kouji made a motion as though he were about to jump up, but he managed to refrain, and he ducked his head lower. Takuya's panic was bothering him, and I had to find some way of shutting him up for now.
"There's no one here, Takuya," I breathed into his ear while I grabbed his throat and squeezed, and he released a sort of choked sob. "If you're a good boy and you give us what we want, we're not going to hurt you. But if you keep making such a fuss, I'll guarantee we'll make life very difficult for you..." Takuya tried to kick me, and I squeezed his throat tighter. It wasn't nearly hard enough to hurt him, but you'd be surprised by how intimidated people can be when you're holding their throat, especially if you pinch just the right area to make it hurt. While they're panicking and can't get the right flow of air, it makes the effect even better. "Kouji will be very disappointed if I have to deliver you to him unconscious, but it won't make any difference to us. Except, who knows what Kouji and I may be tempted to do knowing you can't resist at all." He stopped moving. "If you don't resist, I promise, you'll be a hell of a happy guy. If not, well, at any rate, you won't be." The fight wasn't completely knocked out of him, but he was being cooperative. He was so preoccupied with ignoring that I was kissing him and running my hands up his shirt that he didn't even notice Kouji had gotten off of the bed, and was walking towards him. He finally did notice when Kouji was maybe three feet away from him. They looked each other in the eyes for a moment, then Kouji lunged at Takuya, capturing his lips in a kiss that he fervently tried to escape from. If he was fighting to get away from me, he was thrashing to get away from my brother. Kouji caught my eye nervously and hesitantly, as if to say: 'What now?' Takuya was trying to move away from both of us, equally freaked out by both twins; apparently the kiss made him change his mind about being compliant, and he was spitting a stream of swears and panic at us. Every word went right over my head, but as Kouji's look darkened and darkened, I knew he was absorbing every syllable. Incredibly, he managed to stay in it. He was looking to me for guidance.
I nodded towards the bed. Kouji grabbed his legs, and I grabbed the rest of him as we lifted him up together. He kicked and squirmed and struggled and yelled for us to put him down, and when we plopped him on the bed, he immediately tried to bolt away. We were off balance after throwing off his weight, and he would have gotten away with a decent start if Kouji hadn't gotten the nerve to jump on top of him to keep him still at the last second. He wrestled his arms behind his back, and jerked his head quickly at me, a signal to get him quiet while I had the opportunity. I grabbed the duct tape, tore off a good piece, and smoothed it over Takuya's mouth. It held him for a moment, but he somehow got his mouth moving enough to get it loose, and then it just fell off, and he screamed a cry for help before Kouji shoved his face into the bed. I was impressed, both at Kouji's willingness to shut him up, and at how Takuya managed to get the tape off. I couldn't wait to feel that mouth on me. Apparently it WOULD be useful for things other than non-stop chatter. Not to be deterred, I just grabbed Kouji's bandana (much to his displeasure) and stuffed it into his mouth, then put a larger piece of tape over it again before he could bite me. He couldn't shake it off and he couldn't yell at us anymore.
With Takuya lying still on the bed, arms pulled behind him by Kouji sitting on top of his back, it crossed my mind that this might actually work. Takuya was shaking in rage, and fear. He was fighting back tears. He was fighting hard and resisting, but it somehow crossed my mind that this was extremely easy. Takuya was a strong guy, and he had some muscle to him. Not to mention he was only just getting off of an adrenaline rush from exercising while Kouji and I had been lying around all day. At any rate, we were naturally a little weaker than him. Even tag-teaming, he should've been able to take us. I smiled at him, and he flinched away from the sight.
Maybe he was being compliant.

"Nii-san?" Kouji said meekly, shaking me out of my gazing to attention. "Nii-san...he...he really doesn't seem to want it. We should stop." Now Kouji seemed to be the one about to cry. He looked like at any moment he would leap off of Takuya and fall to his feet, begging for forgiveness for doing this horrible thing to him.
Takuya nodded his head vigorously, but I just scoffed and crawled onto the bed with them. "Of course he wants it. That's why he's letting you keep him still like that." Takuya glared at me murderously and made a loud sound of protest, and I smacked him with the back of my hand. I thought it was a very light hit, more like smacking a child's hand with a spoon when he tries to taste what you're cooking, but Kouji looked disturbed.
"Letting me?" Kouji said with doubt. "Nii-san, it's all I can do to keep him from yanking his arms away from me."
"Exactly my point," I retorted, sitting on the edge of the bed and lifted Takuya's chin to look at me. He tried to jerk away from me, but I squeezed his cheeks hard and forced him to look at me. The uncertainty and fear in his eyes was intoxicating. I just had to kiss him. I ripped off the tape, and after a yelp, he struggled to get away from me as I tried to force him to kiss me. I bit hard on his lips until he opened his mouth, only to be met with Kouji's bandana instead of Takuya's hot little tongue. None the less, Takuya was as unnerved as if it had really been a full out kiss. He was nearly hysterical, and I was afraid he'd somehow manage to swallow the bandana and choke on it.
Kouji was protesting loudly behind me, telling me to stop or at least take it slower. I replaced the tape over Takuya's mouth, and licked at the tears forming at the corner of his eyes. "No offense, 'touto, but I'll bet Takuya's a lot stronger than you in brute strength. If he REALLY wanted to get away from you, he surely has the strength to break free and get his arms out of your hold. But he only struggles weakly because he wants it. He just pretends he doesn't want it because he's embarrassed to want it. Am I right, Taku-chan?" He avoided my eyes, which I assumed was as good a yes I could get from someone who probably didn't even know the answer himself. "Taku-chan?" He reluctantly met my eyes. "If you really, really want to leave, you can. I'm serious." He wouldn't leave. I was sure of that. He probably wanted this more than anything in the world; he was just too ashamed to admit it. He needed to be forced; otherwise, he didn't have the balls to go through with it.
"Do you not want this, Takuya?" Kouji asked after a pause.
"Let him go. See what he does."
Kouji hesitated, and then let his arms go and fell off of Takuya. At first he started bolting, then he realized we were apparently just letting him go, and neither of us were making any motion to catch him. He looked fearfully at me in particular, and I tried to give him a comforting smile, to let him know if he really wanted to leave, I would let him go. In all honesty, if I didn't think he really wanted it, I wouldn't be doing it. If he blatantly, obviously didn't want sex, I wouldn't force it on him. He let his legs dangle off the edge of the bed while he rubbed his arm dumbly. He didn't go anywhere, as I knew he wouldn't. He was like a pet. If you try to force your pet to do something, it will resist until you kill it, and if you just let it do what it wants, it'll usually do what you wanted it to do in the first place. It was just the concept of free-will.
"See?" I said smugly as a full minute passed without Takuya running away, with us gently encouraging him all the while. "He does want it, but he's ashamed to admit it. He's as bad as you." Kouji seemed to be regaining a little bit of his confidence, but he still looked freaked out. I knew the last thing he would ever do willingly was rape Takuya.
I grabbed him from behind again, and he tried to jerk out of my grasp weakly, but I held him in place firmly. Takuya ignored Kouji, who couldn't take his eyes off of him. There was hunger in them, all directed at Takuya.
"Are... you sure?" I rolled my eyes and forced Takuya to face towards Kouji and forcibly spread his legs apart to prove my point without a doubt. Kouji's face got beet red, as did Takuya's, as I moved a hand down to massage the taut groin of his jeans.
"See, he's already getting hard." I grabbed the growing bulge and rubbed it firmly, and Takuya groaned through the bandana in response. "He's really turned on by this. But he doesn't think he should be, so he resists." Kouji didn't make any movement towards me or Takuya. He just sat on the opposite end of the bed, watching me slowly rub Takuya's growing erection through his jeans. I remembered that I was the one who was supposed to be giving him the courage to keep going; his nerves were probably shot after that episode. "Kouji, come here."
He paused, then crawled toward Takuya and me. They stared at each other; Takuya grew even paler and sweatier, and almost immediately I felt the bulge grow considerably, leaving no room for doubt that Takuya was really desperate for him. Clearly, despite his protests, he really wanted it.
"You should feel him, Kouji. He's getting so hard for you, I can't even believe it." I gripped him harder. Kouji seemed to blush a little, and Takuya avoided his eyes again.
"Take out his gag."
Kouji followed my instructions, and I saw his hands trembling as he did so. When Takuya was freed he flexed his jaw, but said nothing. He probably preferred to have kept the gag in so he wouldn't be forced to respond, therefore he could justify to himself that he was unable to resist. Having the ability to resist and not doing so was probably shameful for him if he hadn't come to terms with his feelings yet, so I held him tightly in place, giving him another reason.
"Uh, Takuya..." Takuya hesitantly peeked up at him, and Kouji locked their eyes for a moment before he gazed off far away. This was getting annoying.
"Kiss him," I said simply, still roughly massaging Takuya's full erection through his jeans and holding him close to me as he made breathy gasps. Kouji leaned in, arms shaking with his bad nerves, and he kissed Takuya again. This time he didn't jerk away. He didn't respond, but he didn't jerk away. He just let him kiss him until he'd finished. Kouji lovingly rubbed their foreheads together, definitely wanting a better kiss than that and certainly more than a kiss at all.
"Want to see him undress, Taku-chan?" I offered lightly, and Takuya blushed. Kouji looked up at me with a flushed face too, but I just nodded at him once to go on. He slowly began to undress, and I snuck a hand up Takuya's white undershirt. His nipples were already pert to the touch and he twitched whenever I even slightly touched them. He was so responsive; all I had to do was lightly nuzzle his neck, and it would send a shiver up his spine. Ordinarily, I hate it when people stink of sweat, but his scent was intoxicating for me. I appreciate a man's scent; it's very much a turn-on for me. I was sure Kouji would be wrinkling his nose at the smell too, but to my surprise, and probably his too, I heard him deeply inhaling it.
Takuya carefully ignored the fact I was licking him and smelling him and touching him everywhere; his eyes were totally on Kouji, and his low breathing emphasized his hidden desire as Kouji revealed every inch of his milky white skin. He sat off the side of the bed as he removed his boxers, and then looked over his shoulder at Takuya. I found his eyes wandering to Kouji's obvious erection. Ironically, I happened to think to myself that even when all three of us were in bed together, as with any other time at any other place, those two only had eyes for each other. Very cute, but also very pathetic.
"Want to watch him masturbate, Taku-chan?" I whispered seductively in his ear, and then bit it, and I saw them lock eyes again as he nodded.
"Hmm? What was that?" I pressed as I pinched his nipples repeatedly, trying get him to talk.
"Yes!" he gasped, shamefully diverting his eyes from Kouji's and clamping them shut. Assured that Takuya really did want him, Kouji hesitantly grabbed his own hard-on, and opened his mouth in a soundless gasp as he gave it a silky stroke.
"Face us. He can't see it, 'touto-chan." I flicked Takuya's eyelids, and he opened them. He tried to close them again, and I pulled his eye lashes. I wanted him to see. I knew that once he saw what he was being offered, he would never back down again.
Kouji swung his legs back on the bed and settled himself against his headboard, spreading his legs and revealing himself, blushing pink in the face and crotch with arousal. I squeezed Takuya hard through his jeans, and he groaned. Reminded that Takuya would probably be very noisy, I went ahead and gagged him with the bandana again. He didn't object to me putting it in or try to spit it out once it was in.
"Aah..." All this time Kouji was slowly jerking himself off, and uncharacteristically, he'd made a noise while doing so, which surprised me. I expected him to be unusually quiet, except for that erotic purr I knew he'd start making soon. He was blushing and his eyes were half-lidded with pleasure while he steadily gripped his cock, eagerly pleasuring himself. I was throbbing and really wanted to get release myself, but instead I opted to continue rubbing Takuya frantically through his jeans. He was panting from the hot friction in moments and squirming in my hold, then started moving his hips against my hand. At the same time, he acted as though I didn't exist, which thoroughly amused me. Kouji was the source of all this pleasure; I sure of it. If I weren't here, I was sure that by this point, Takuya would either have joined him, or would be masturbating. I knew he wanted it.
As I knew he would, Kouji started making the erotic little purring noise, and Takuya started tensing up as he watched my brother masturbate with pain-staking slowness. I suckled the lobe of Takuya's ear and slid a hand into his jeans, taking hold of his erection, and it wasn't a second or two later before he suddenly came, arching into me and moaning through the bandana. He reacted so much to reaching orgasm that Kouji and I were both surprised, and while I was reminding myself we were both just abnormally unresponsive, Kouji arched so suddenly he slammed his head into the headboard, and he released a smooth, quiet moan as he caressed free his passion. I swear, this is the first time in a long time my brother has cum before me, and with such a reaction! Just that alone proved how much the thought of Takuya aroused him.

Their eyes caught as he came, and I felt Takuya's whole body shudder as he witnessed my brother's orgasm. Kouji was a sight: leaning against the headboard, his stomach spasming and getting splattered with cum, and with his legs still spread far apart to reveal everything to us. He quietly panted when he finished, losing Takuya's eyes as said brunet looked elsewhere. He started squirming and was obviously embarrassed that he'd cum in his jeans. And I thought I was an expressive person; Takuya lived off of expression. I held him still, and nodded at my brother, who was still limply leaning against the headboard and playing mindlessly with his cum-splattered fingers. I caught a wave of pure satisfaction coming from him. Bizarrely, I wondered if he'd reach over and grab a tissue to clean off his cum before doing anything else, but he took my hint and started crawling towards Takuya again. He took a quick look at me to make sure I approved, then he roughly grabbed Takuya's chin and forced him to face him. He pulled his bandana out of Takuya's mouth, and dropped it off the side, clearly having no interest in using it again. They were both blushing with sexual desire and shyness, and while once or twice they let their heads fall closer to each other, they always pulled them back. Takuya seemed dumbstruck, but Kouji opted to take charge and he pulled his mouth to his, kissing him fully. At first, Takuya just sat there and let him kiss him, but Kouji pulled at his hair with his dirtied fingers and bit his lips, demanding that he kiss back, and eventually, he did.
Kouji moaned quietly into his mouth and eagerly took the kiss, not even caring that Takuya still seemed a little uncomfortable; watching them was such a turn-on. They broke every few seconds with a wet slurp as they sucked down each other's spit, and then their tongues were seeking each other again, even before their mouths were together. Takuya didn't even seem to notice I was pulling him out of his jeans, and slipping him out of his cum-stained boxers. Kouji was all over him and he seemed to take a lot of pleasure in asserting himself over Takuya, though I personally thought that it was the stubborn masculinity complex talking. He pushed Takuya down into me and he was trying to pull his shirt off, but Takuya was still being a bit unresponsive and wouldn't lift his arms. As if reading each other's mind, Kouji and I lunged at his neck, giving him countless hickeys and tickling him with fluttery kisses until he got so distracted that his arms his arms just became limp noodles. He stopped resisting completely.

Kouji attacked his mouth again. I pulled him onto my lap and ground against him until Takuya broke their kiss with a gasp; he’d realized there was, in fact, another person in the bed who also had an erection to take care of. Kouji sat back, contentedly reveling and happily tasting the saliva in his mouth when he finally realized Takuya was now naked from the waist down. His eyes immediately slipped down, and I saw him flush. Figuring it must be size Kouji was staring at, I curiously peeked over Takuya's shoulder as he writhed with self-consciousness, and found what Kouji had discovered. Kouji and I had been circumcised at birth, but Takuya was uncut. Kouji had likely never seen another man that wasn't circumcised before, considering how hard he'd tried to keep himself from ever looking at anything that featured a naked man, and he didn't bother to hide the surprise. Takuya, in any other aspect, was average for our age; he just had that bit of extra skin there, and was a little hairier than my brother or me. That was all? I scoffed, and Kouji glared at me while Takuya's blush deepened.
Both of them. Just so pathetic. It suddenly occurred to me that Takuya still wasn't saying anything.
"Taku-chan?" Kouji looked up at me and Takuya attempted to look over his shoulder at me. He squirmed and I'll bet anything for the first time, he realized it was MY erection he was sitting on. "I'll bet you're not just satisfied with that, are you? You're ready for plenty more than that, huh?"
Kouji gave me the eye. "Kouichi-"
"You didn't really think I was serious, did you?" I offered nonchalantly, rubbing against Takuya again. God, I really wanted to fuck him.
"You said the plan was just hand-jobs, like The Game!" Kouji said angrily, and I sighed, exasperated. I'd figured he'd be ready to go further all on his own based on how hungrily he was kissing Takuya.
"Don't take anything I say seriously."
"I'm not doing anything to him except what we agreed on!"
"Look at yourself, you hypocrite. You helped restrain him when he decided to start freaking out and you were just ravishing him like three seconds ago."
Kouji steamed to himself quietly for a minute, until eventually, "...And..." Takuya hesitated to interrupt, and we both looked at him. "Me?" I grinned wickedly down at him, and Kouji looked away. NOW it would start getting fun.

"You just sit there and have fun," I cooed, and nipped his neck. Kouji still looked angry, and like he was about to back off, so I decided to play on their screwed up emotions more; I was enjoying it more than I imagined I would enjoy the actual sex with Takuya. They were so raw and untouched because they'd been so determined to never even give themselves a possibility of a reason to second-guess their sexuality, and it was wonderfully amusing shaping them through their first time. "Aren't you being selfish? Do you or do you not want him? Taku-chan certainly seems to want more, doesn't he?"
Kouji paused, and looked to Takuya for an answer. Takuya was slow to respond, but I nudged him a bit, and he eventually nodded slowly. I could've overdosed on giddy glee, or killed myself from watching the shy little looks they kept giving each other.
"Go ahead then, ask Taku-chan if he would be happy just with The Game. You want Taku-chan to be happy, no, Kouji? Especially with you? Do you really think he'd be satisfied with just that? I'll bet after all was said and done, he'd be really disappointed and he'd feel like your first time just sucked."
Takuya was ignoring me and was waiting to be explained to what The Game was, but Kouji just bit his lip and took everything I said quite seriously.
"On the other hand..." Kouji's eyes nervously shifted to me, and I gave him a wide smile. "Taku-chan would certainly enjoy a more creative way of receiving pleasure."
Kouji looked as nerve-wracked as he did when this first started. He looked from me to Takuya, completely unsure of what he should do. I waited until his eyes were on me, and I made a show of licking my lips. His face contorted.
"Well?"
He hesitated again, then he leaned and dropped his head down. His eyes snuck up to seek assurance from Takuya, who said and did nothing as Kouji dipped his head lower. I think Takuya was getting the picture; his whole body was becoming stiff and uncertain. I took hold of Takuya's soft cock and held it up to Kouji's mouth. Takuya watched him, breathing deeply with anticipation. Despite his resistance and unnecessary screams earlier, he was clearly more than willing to stick around if it meant getting pleasured by Kouji. As Kouji's tongue uneasily met his tip, he fell back into me, clinging tight to my jeans. Quickly it became obvious that even tiny little licks from Kouji's tongue were enough to get him hard again, and Kouji had yet to actually take him in his mouth by the time he was fully erect. Being somewhat familiar on the subject, I could honestly say that Takuya wasn't enormous enough for me to consider him any better than average. I was satisfied with him, but I didn't feel outdone or anything. But, to Kouji, who'd lived his life probably ignoring even his own dick, it must've seemed like it would be impossible to take in his mouth, and gave up on even trying to swallow it. He kept nervously peeking up at Takuya, who looked like he wanted to scream in frustration, but said nothing.
"I'm sure that's getting very tiresome, isn't it, Taku-chan?" Takuya clenched his teeth, and lurched as Kouji dragged his tongue from hilt to tip. "I'll bet you want to feel his mouth all over your cock, don't you?" Kouji dipped his tongue into the foreskin and pinched it out, curiously experimenting with it. It made Takuya gasp, and Kouji ran his tongue, still dipped in that stretchy skin, in a circle. "You want to cum all over his face, I'll bet." Kouji dipped a finger inside and stretched it open, and pre-cum stretched with the skin. After a couple seconds hesitation, Kouji lapped it up. I was whispering in his ear now. "Order him to blow you." Takuya closed his eyes and breathed deeply, then hissed as Kouji started experimenting with the foreskin again. He seemed fascinated by it. "Say it. 'Suck my cock, bitch.' Go on. He's probably waiting for you to say it. He's probably expecting you to say it." He squirmed in my hold, as if disagreeing, and I ground into him. He stiffened when he felt my hard-on grinding into him. "Tell him he's a whore and he better start acting like it, or you'll have to spank him. That'll probably tickle him pink."
"K-Kouji," Takuya finally choked out, but he decided not to repeat my suggestions to Kouji. Kouji still didn't get the hint, and I was getting bored. I didn't think he'd take it LITERALLY that he was supposed to just lick him.
"Kouji, suck his brains out, will you?"
He glanced at me with an embarrassed and reluctant look in his eyes, but seeing the slight nodding Takuya was managing to pull off, he wrapped his lips firmly around the head, and Takuya loudly gasped. He was so noisy, but at least he wasn't insisting on talking non-stop.

I pushed Takuya off of my lap and forced him to stand on his knees while shoving his hard-on farther into Kouji's mouth. He made a noise of some sort, but he didn't stop. His mouth made a dirty slurping sound every few seconds and I could see it really turned Takuya on. He was leaning over Kouji, keeping his balance by holding onto his shoulders, and he keep looking over his shoulder at me. I licked my fingers and coated them liberally with spit, and then fell lower. I peered at Kouji between Takuya's legs, and saw his Adam's apple jumping up and down as he greedily swallowed the strange organ in his mouth; too quickly, in my opinion, but of course I wouldn’t tell him that. I explored between Takuya's firm ass and poked at the tight, rosy hole I found there with my saliva slick fingers, and Takuya jerked unconsciously, thus shoving himself too far into Kouji and causing him a coughing fit. He had taken it too fast. Once Kouji proved to be fine and he resumed sucking Takuya off, I started prodding at the hole again, and managed to force the tip of a finger past the tight ring. Takuya jerked again, and this time, Kouji let his cock just slide into his throat and took everything right up until his nose was being tickled by the curly brunette hair cushioning the base, somehow avoiding the urge to cough again. His eyes were closed and he looked perfectly serene as he absorbed the fact that he was really giving Takuya head, and then let it slip out of his mouth, only to eagerly take it again. He was reaching down and gently pulling at himself, and now he was quietly whimpering each time his head bobbed and each time his fist jerked. Takuya strained to look over his shoulder at what was happening behind, though he was clearly aroused at what was going on below.
"What are you doing?"
I shrugged, and slid the rest of the finger inside him. He clenched tight on it, and from that one finger, I felt his entire body pulsing. I couldn't wait to screw him. If just a little finger caused that reaction, then, shit...
"Getting you ready," I said simply, spitting on my other fingers and rubbing the outside to get it nice and slick. Takuya knew what it meant, but he pretended that I must be mistaken.
"What do you mean?"
"You just worry about that when it comes to it," I said slyly, and stuck another finger inside him. He groaned and shoved simultaneously against my fingers and into Kouji's mouth, and for the first time in a while, Kouji started reacting again. He groaned with Takuya and cupped his own hard-on, and then surprisingly, he reached behind Takuya and spread his cheeks apart to help me finger him. Takuya just gripped his shoulders, not sure whether to be looking at me or him, or whether he should be moving against me or into Kouji. As I inserted my third finger, he decided he could do both, and he repeatedly moved into my fingers and shoved himself farther into Kouji's eager little mouth. Once or twice he nearly choked again, but he was learning, and he was figuring out how to swallow it all without triggering his gag-reflex. Takuya gently thrust into his mouth as I screwed him with my fingers, and he looked ecstatic. He kept moaning and his inner muscles kept spasming as his body prepared itself for another orgasm, and I wasn't sure whether I wanted him to reach it or not. I intended to fuck him after this, and it wouldn't be much fun if Takuya wasn't hard and he wasn't fighting to cum while I screwed him. I didn't get a chance to decide; Takuya had zero self-restraint. He came, and without even thinking about it, judging by the violent choking noises Kouji was making, he shot right as he hit the back of my brother's throat. He appeared to be making a conscious effort to cease his orgasm, but he couldn't. He just kept cumming into Kouji's throat until my brother finally pulled away, gasping for breath as he tried to swallow everything he'd been given. Takuya was shaking from the pleasure after he'd stopped, and Kouji was licking his softening cock tenderly. He was still beet red, likely from choking more than embarrassment at this point. Cum dripped from his lips, and he caught it with his fingers to replace into his mouth.
"How'd you like your first taste of cum, 'touto-chan?" Kouji quickly looked at Takuya, then glared at me, as if saying, 'Shut up, don't tell him I've never done this before.' I chuckled at him.

Kouji moved off to the side, and I pushed Takuya down into the bed. He weakly made what might've been a protesting noise, but he didn't try to resist. I fanned out my fingers inside him, and he clutched the sheets, opting to look up at Kouji who was watching him squirm with interest. I finally removed my fingers and was finally about to take off my jeans, which were already stretched to the limit with my huge need, when Kouji held an arm out to stop me. I glared menacingly at him.
"What?" I snapped.
"...I..." he looked down at Takuya again, then screwed up his nerve to look me straight in the eye.”I want to take him first."
"You...?" I felt cheated. Sure, I'd promised my brother this was also doubling as a way to get him and Takuya together, but, still. I'd been really looking forward to giving him his first fuck. I wanted it so bad, and I hadn't been doing anything thus far. I hated being a watcher; I wanted to join in.
"Please, Nii-san," he leaned in to look at me, begging me with his eyes. "I... I love him. I want to, you know, I want to be the first one to do it." They looked at each other, and Kouji couldn't help looking away. His face seemed to have a gentleness that had never been there before, and Takuya looked like he'd just made some big discovery.
Having Kouji finally come to terms with his raging denial was somehow as immensely satisfying as coitus, and I reluctantly moved out of his way, presenting him with my prize and switching positions with him. Now I was in front of Takuya, and he was behind. It was a shame I couldn't screw him, but there were plenty of other ways to get along. He tried to look over his shoulder at what was happening, but when I came in front of him, his eyes were on me. He probably thought how strange it was that this boy he'd never paid a sliver of attention to until now was bringing him and his blatantly homosexual-but-ignorant love interest together. Oh, and pushing them into full-out sex. I grinned at him, and he shrunk away.
Kouji apparently had not been lying: he'd never done this before. When he got behind him, you'd have thought he'd just slipped into the driver's seat of some high-tech super-powered rocket ship from another planet. He had no idea what to do. And so he resumed what I'd been doing, fingering Takuya with fingers slicked with his own saliva, and he pushed him up on his knees. I pulled Takuya into my lap, and forced his head still, though he occasionally kept trying to force his head behind him to look at Kouji. If he had, he would've died from gushy overload when he saw the face my brother was making at him.
"If I can't fuck you over there, I'll just fuck you here for now," I said pleasantly, and Takuya looked like a frightened doe; one who's just realized a truck is about to smash into them. "You just do with your pretty little mouth what Kouji did." I finally unzipped my jeans, not even having the patience to pull out of them all the way, and pulled my erection through the opening. I pushed it against Takuya's mouth, and his lips quivered on it, reluctant to actually take it. At that moment, Kouji finally decided that Shaft A went into Slot B, and he took the liberty of stretching that tight hole far apart before thrusting inside. Takuya jerked and opened his mouth in a pleasured moan, and I took the opportunity to shove my cock into his mouth. Fucking God, it felt so good. Takuya was surprised at being penetrated at both ends, but he adapted fairly well, and despite his insecurity, he hugged my waist and took me fast in his throat. He moaned with obvious pleasure at being screwed by my brother, and the looks on their faces was sickeningly hot, even while Takuya's face was stuffed with my cock. I grabbed his hair and jerked my hips into him to keep my promise and fuck his throat if I couldn't use his other end. He kept choking and he kept trying to pull away, but I held him still. Every so often he'd groan and shudder, presumably when Kouji managed to hit his sweet spot, and it sent delightful shudders up through my body. With Kouji pushing into him from behind, his warm, wet mouth was constantly moving. All in all, I wasn't disappointed.

Kouji didn't seem to care that he wasn't sure what he was doing, and Takuya probably wasn't even aware of it. He steadily moved in and out of him, breathing deeply and reveling in this new pleasure. I was so jealous that he got to feel that tight ass first; even if I got to fuck Takuya after this, it wouldn't be the same, using him after he'd already been used by another man. There was nothing compared to the tightness when it was first penetrated. Kouji seemed to be appreciating this fully; with each thrust he made a deep, guttural noise, and he held Takuya's rear tight against him, almost reluctant to come out at all. It looked like he was in shock from the pleasure, like the one thing in the world that was the key to all happiness and nirvana was just screwing Takuya.
"Faster, both of you," I commanded, and Kouji slowly began to pick up his pace, forcing himself to let his cock slide out of the treasured heat. Takuya's tongue was flitting all over my hardness, and he was being shoved onto my cock and being forced to take it deeper and deeper into his throat as Kouji pounded into him harder and harder. I expected Kouji to be the silent statue he always was, even during sex, but apparently, I was dead wrong. As he sped up, he was constantly making little gasping noises that sang of sweet pleasure, and he'd occasionally let loose a quiet moan. These small things were gigantic reactions on the Kouji-scale, and again, I was jealous my brother got to feel that pleasure first. I jerked my hips and forced my hard-on far into Takuya's throat, gripping his hair in my fist and shaking his head. He was unused to the rough movements and he started gagging again, but somehow continued sucking me off, even when I remained shoved far into his throat. He looked up at me with these hesitant little eyes, and when I caught them, he wanted to look away, totally ashamed that he was enjoying being used so much. And he was; any fool could look down at Takuya, and see how much he enjoyed being used like a whore, partly against his will. I got a sick pleasure out of it, and yeah, even I realize it was a little disturbing, but it was incredibly arousing seeing how Takuya eagerly swallowed me because he wanted to be used, but he avoided looking at me so that he wouldn't be staring his sexuality right in the face. This was all insanely pleasurable, but as I said, I wasn't going to be satisfied with just a blow-job, especially mentally comparing it to the pleasure Kouji was getting.

I was expecting to come soon; I hadn't come once since this whole big deal started. Kouji had come once and Takuya had come twice, and was only just recuperating from his last ejaculation, and I seemed to be due an orgasm. That's why I wanted to hurry up and finish. I was expecting Kouji to pull his usual stunts and force himself to hold off on the pleasure for an obscene amount of time, refusing to cum until I did, and then releasing second. So the sooner I came, the sooner he'd cum, and the sooner I'd get to use Takuya. So it was a huge surprise when suddenly, mid thrust, Kouji moaned loud and hard, and he started wildly pounding into Takuya. At first I wasn't sure what was going on because Kouji never made any kind of noise when he came, but the way Takuya was holding himself and the way Kouji suddenly got quiet and still was enough to tell me what had happened. Kouji was panting and he looked dreamy and unreal as he pulled from Takuya, allowing his cum to seep out from the tight hole. For that split second he looked like the happiest guy in the world, and then he was suddenly extremely embarrassed when he realized he was the only one who had hit that point, and he'd done it without getting Takuya off. He shrank a little as he avoided my eyes.
"Felt so...good," he muttered as an excuse.
Takuya didn't seem to care, but he let my cock slip out of his mouth and he rested his head on my lap, panting and squirming as he leaked my brother's seed.
"Did I say you could stop?" Takuya looked up at me apologetically, and almost started up again when he heard Kouji sternly speaking from behind him.
"Lay off, Kouichi." Takuya took this as a que that he didn't have to keep going, so he just continued resting on my leg. He coughed a little.
"Lay off? Who hasn't come yet?"
"That's not his fault."
"Who came when sex was only like half-way done?" Before I'd even finished, Kouji leaned back and fell on his butt onto the bed with a soft cry, and I nearly laughed. He looked both pissed off and perfectly content with the world.
"You know what? You can shut up." It was a weak response. Kouji usually didn't expend this much energy during an orgasm; he must really have enjoyed it.
Takuya coughed again. He still wasn't talking. It was a little annoying; it made the atmosphere all wrong, like we were raping him, even when I knew he clearly wanted it and he was responding to it voluntarily.
"So, you fuck him one time and suddenly you're 'Mr. Bigshot'?"
"Enough with the English terms, Kouichi."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Takuya looked from him to me, and I'll bet he was probably getting bored and irritated now that he'd begun to get aroused again and he was expecting more out of Kouji, and all we were doing was arguing. Plus, I still hadn't come.
"'Touto-chan?" He looked suspiciously at me. "Go ahead and lay down at the other end of the bed."
"Why?"
"You'll see."
Kouji lifted Takuya's chin and had him look at him. There was that beloving expression on his face again. I simultaneously wanted to grin stupidly, and gag. "Are you alright?" Takuya nodded, and with a warning glance at me, he crawled to the other end of the bed, and sat down.
"Lie down, I said."
"Who decided you called the shots?"
"You." Kouji had no response to that, so he just lay down, still with his shoulders propped up slightly so he could see that I wasn't trying anything funny.

I changed places again, going from Takuya's front to his rear. He was suddenly very tense, which was good for me. It would mean he'd be nice and tight, and I might not even notice he'd already been used. I caught Kouji's glaring eye, and licked my lips tauntingly. I knew what he was thinking. He didn't want me to have sex with Takuya. It felt wrong, like sharing Takuya with someone else after he'd admitted to himself he wanted Takuya was unforgivable. But he knew there was no way to call it off. Even if he tried, he knew I would do it anyway. I was so HARD I thought I would cum just from situating myself and preparing myself to enter him.
I pulled Takuya to his knees again, and had him hold himself up by his elbows. They both suddenly realized that this would mean as I screwed him, Takuya would be looking straight at Kouji. As I pushed into him, Takuya opened his mouth with a silent moan, and in response, Kouji groaned too. Suddenly I was completely inside him, and I didn't give a damn what they did. They could turn into chickens and start mooing for all I cared. I was inside Takuya. Life was complete. I moved into him, savouring his practically untouched muscles tightening all over my cock. I could even excuse the slickness of Kouji's cum that still coated his insides and pretend that it was lube. Even the fact that he'd been used before didn't matter. I was fucking him. Months of yearning and eager longing had been fulfilled in this one push in, and there were many more to come. I assumed a leisurely pace and started drifting back into the real world, and realized Takuya was watching Kouji intently. In front of us, Kouji was beginning to jerk off again, though he still wasn't completely hard. Now that Kouji was back in the game, I wanted to make this lots more interesting. I was having much more fun than I knew just screwing Takuya would have been.
"Kouji." He looked at me, eyes half-lidded, and apparently he'd forgotten all about our small argument. His face was tinged with pink again as he shamelessly masturbated. "Finger yourself."
He lubed his fingers up with some of his saliva, and then obediently inserted a finger inside himself. Takuya tightened up again, and he started breathing heavily as he watched him, obviously extremely excited. It was just one little finger, but it got Kouji panting and his hand sped up. I slowed down to an excruciatingly slow pace, and I felt Takuya shivering below me as I made sure every painfully slow thrust rubbed teasingly against his prostate. Kouji stuck another finger into himself, and scissored the hole. He and Takuya were watching each other intently, and now Kouji was jerking himself quickly, trying to urge himself to get hard again.
I pulled out of Takuya and wanted to cum when I saw that muscle clench and unclench around the emptiness, rejecting it and begging to be filled again. He gasped and gripped his own hard-on, closing his eyes as he panted faster. I forced his hand away, and picked him up. He gave a surprised yelp, like he didn't believe I could actually pick him up by myself, and hearing a possibly negative reaction out of Takuya, Kouji immediately sobered up and stared paying rapt attention. I deposited him over Kouji and had him place an arm on either side of him, then pulled Kouji's ankles so that he'd be lying flat on the bed. It all happened so fast and caught Kouji by such surprise that his fingers were still inside of himself when he was suddenly inches away from Takuya's red face. He stared up at Takuya, totally surprised, and he stared back down at him, getting excited again. He was on top of my brother. Their cocks were practically touching, and even Takuya couldn't help moving his hips just a little to rub them. They shuddered. Kouji promptly became fully erect.
"Take your fingers out, 'touto."
He obeyed. He ran his fingers down Takuya's thighs.
"And Taku-chan?" He looked over his shoulder. I was partially focused on spicing up the New Game, and partially just interested in getting back inside that hot little hole. "Fuck him." Kouji tensed as stiff as a board, and Takuya looked like he would melt. But he didn't try to do it, or even position himself. He just held himself over Kouji, shaking and panting.
"What, my brother can't even get laid on his own, and you can't do the laying on your own? Do I need to do everything in this bed?" Kouji gave me a curt glare, and Takuya started breathing harder and sweating, though not from desire. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was having a panic attack. "For the love of God." I grabbed him and he gasped. I bumped into him and had him move slightly, then positioned the red head right against my brother's opening, manually prodding it. I don't know if he was too embarrassed to really screw my brother or what, but being so close, he just gave up resisting. I used my fingers to spread Kouji apart so he could fit inside. Kouji took the head, and his body immediately shot up with a cry.
"S-stop," he stuttered, and immediately, Takuya ceased all movement. Kouji pulled back until the head plopped out.
"And what's your problem?" I asked, and Kouji ignored me.
"It...it just hurt," he said lamely, and laid back down again. "I'm sorry."
"...That's alright." Takuya hadn't said anything in a long time, and I think we were both getting used to him being mute, so it surprised us. "If you don't want me to do it, I don't mind." I eyed his hard-on; he was leaking onto the bed. I gathered he would mind.
"No, it's fine. Just do it slow." He was quiet and beloving again, quite unlike me.
"Screw that," I interrupted, and to prove my line of reasoning, thrust into Takuya again. He gasped, and his face contorted with pleasure when I started thrusting in and out rapidly to find his prostate, and then nudged up right against it. A little push and his head would be inside Kouji again. "You know how it is, the jump-into-cold-water concept. It's better if you take it all at once."
Takuya paused, and began moving into Kouji again. He can't have taken two inches before he tensed up, and he started whining.
"It...it hurts."
"I think you're missing the point, 'touto-chan. It's supposed to hurt."
"Sh-shut up."
Takuya said nothing, just continued pushing in. Kouji gripped his arms and kept making him stop, forcing poor Takuya to be trapped in between the pleasure as I simply fucked him from behind and paid no attention that Kouji was being difficult.

Kouji made it twice as hard on himself by being so concerned by the fact that it hurt a little at first that he just didn't let Takuya to take him. By the time he was half-way in, Kouji started pulling himself back again, but I slammed into Takuya, and as a result, he was propelled forward, and he only went deeper.
"Stop it!" Kouji yelped, and absurdly I wanted to laugh. "I'm going to tear!"
"You're not going to tear."
"I am if you keep doing that!"
I rolled my eyes again, and since Takuya seemed to have stopped moving, I rammed into him again, and with a deep grunt he slipped deeper into Kouji. Takuya looked ready to come, and he hadn't even gotten inside my brother yet thanks to his consistent whining.
"You're such a drama-queen," I teased, and it might've been a trick from the angle, but I could swear Takuya smiled.
"Then how about YOU get fucked in the ass, why don't you?" Kouji yelled back at me, and I pounded into Takuya again as a response. In a burst of insanity and with a moan he forced himself to slide all the way into Kouji, despite his protests. He groaned angrily, but what he didn't realize is that I could also detect only a hint of pleasure. I saw him clenching hard down on his cock, and Takuya was practically drooling at the feeling.
"You should've stretched yourself better. That's not my problem." Takuya started moving slowly in and out of him while tapping against me, and he hadn't done this more than a few seconds when Kouji jerked up with a cry of pain and tried to pull away, but Takuya's supporting arms were right above his shoulders, and he couldn't move back any farther.
"Too big, take it out, take it out!"
I leaned into Takuya's ear and breathed: "Tell him, 'Shut up, you slutty little bitch, you know you like it,' and start fucking him. Call it revenge for how he was treating you earlier."
Takuya did not, and he just continued to slowly move into my brother. Kouji was gripping his arms hard enough to bruise and his face was bright red from clenching his teeth. His eyes were squinted shut and at first he seemed to resist the movement, but gradually he loosened up and moved with Takuya instead of away from him, hugging his neck rather than trying to choke him and kissing and licking him instead of grinding his teeth together and snarling at him. After Kouji finally stopped freaking out, it felt wonderful, all three of us moving in time. I might have even liked being in Takuya's position, for he was surely getting the most pleasure, but I couldn't see either my brother or Takuya screwing me considering how long it took them just to do it to each other. So I settled, very happily, for just Takuya. God, he was so tight. I couldn't even consider remembering what that other boy felt like compared to this; all I can possibly conclude was that this must've been a hundred times better. I couldn't imagine feeling better than this.
Takuya seemed to favour grunts and Kouji, who had apparently totally forgotten about how we were both so quiet when it came to sex, seemed unable to control his moans, which started out very reserved and quiet, then escalated to near shouts of pleasure. Takuya eventually broke and matched his moans, and they moved hard into each other, practically forgetting I existed. I took care to remind Takuya who was screwing him with violent thrusts that went deep into him and nearly overwhelmed him with pleasure, and seeing his reactions brought out new levels of arousal in Kouji. He forced his legs up, making them retract to the sides of him and stretching them apart in a way that MUST have been painful, allowing Takuya total access to his most private areas and completely giving all of himself to him. Takuya leaned into him, holding his legs in that painful position, and his face was mimicking Kouji's at the moment when my brother had taken him for the first time. It was true: the key to happiness was fucking my brother.

They leaned into each other, kissing vehemently, and I suddenly felt a yearning for that. I leaned into Takuya, biting and gnawing at his throat until they let go of each other's tongues, and I tried to kiss Takuya. From the side, it was too difficult to manage, especially with him unwilling to leave Kouji, but I forced him to turn his head to me and managed to violate his mouth enough to satisfy me. At first he was reluctant, but then he apparently decided a kiss was a kiss, and he hungrily kissed me back. Kouji was giving short whines and licking at our lips, annoyed because he wanted to kiss and had nothing to occupy himself with. In a random display of desire I abruptly stopped kissing Takuya, and dipped farther down to kiss Kouji instead. Takuya's mouth fell open, and Kouji's eyes were wide. I could practically hear his voice in my head demanding what the hell I was doing, but he didn't reject the kiss. He fell into it easily, eyeing Takuya coyly to see his reaction. I was too preoccupied to see if Takuya was jealous of me kissing him. I'd been jerking my hips in a steady rhythm before, but now they thrust in awkwardly. My heart was pounding and my whole body was pumping pleasure through my veins, urging itself to finish and reach that point. I eagerly continued kissing Kouji, not even caring that it was my brother anymore, not even caring it was Takuya I was using. I hit the edge. If I didn't cum now, I would die. I let go of Kouji's mouth, and Takuya immediately took up kissing him again. Kouji barely registered the change. Takuya started moving with renewed vigor, as if to reclaim him after I'd taken the short moment to kiss him and soil him. It intensified Kouji's cries.
I gripped Takuya's thighs, straightening up and preparing my body to hit that point, and it came so suddenly that I just froze with anticipation. I felt impossibly full and ready to burst, and abruptly road my wave of pleasure with Kouji's final deep moan as he broke with me. Takuya was surprised by the intensity of the height Kouji and I hit, and he moaned with clear delight in being in the middle of such powerful orgasms; Kouji uncontrollably spurting onto his stomach and me just filling him with months and months of frustration-turned-passion. He fell into Kouji and started clenching around me, eagerly accepting my cum and demanding more, which I was only too happy to provide. Somehow in the middle of all this, I realized Takuya had started cumming too, and just as hard as we had. Kouji was wrapping his legs around him, wanting to be totally filled and unwilling to risk letting a drop of cum escape. It was only a split second, but I think all three of us had some sort of unspoken connection as we each shared an impossible orgasm that we'd be hard-pressed to ever reach again. I was disappointed when I stopped cumming; I wanted to take him again and again and literally fill him to bursting with all the cum I knew I'd be able to release into him. But when I removed myself from him, I suddenly no longer wanted him. I figured I'd get hard just pulling myself from his iron grip, but I was steadily softening. Just like that, I'd lost interest in him, just as I knew I would, before he'd even completed his own orgasm. Sometimes, I surprised myself. Somewhere in my mind I wanted to use him again, but as far as I was concerned, I was quite content with the load I'd managed to fill him with. I fell back, letting myself recover, before thinking to look and see how Kouji fared.
Kouji was dead to the world, totally immersed in the mind-numbing pleasure such an incredible orgasm brought, and Takuya was still attempting to keep himself steady. He'd removed himself from Kouji, and he was soft too. He looked ready to die. Kouji had just enough brainpower left to attempt to pull him down to continue kissing him, but Takuya pulled his head away. Kouji was confused, and with an animal whine he tried to reach up to kiss him again. Takuya totally surprised us both when he flung himself off of Kouji and started crawling off the bed. Kouji and I caught eyes, and while he looked concerned, I just raised a brow. Takuya tried to stand up, but his legs were like wet paper and he could barely put even the slightest weight on them.
"Takuya?" Kouji tried when his brain function resumed, and the name seemed to fuel Takuya to get on his feet. He wobbled for a second, then fell to the floor. This was apparently good enough for him; he crawled around to get his clothes back together, and he weakly dressed himself. Kouji rolled over and hung off the side of the bed, watching him for a minute until he eventually tried to get off the bed too. His descent went over better than Takuya's; at least he didn't fall. Cum oozed from his hole and slipped down his legs, but he didn't seem to care in the slightest. Naked, he approached Takuya from behind as he finally stood up, and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Taku...?"
Takuya jerked his shoulder out of his grasp, and Kouji stood there dumbly, like he couldn't quite absorb what had just happened. He tried again, and met the same result. Then Takuya started walking towards the door. Kouji followed him like a love struck puppy that couldn't bear to be left alone, and they both exited the room, taking absolutely no notice of me. I was about to just shrug it off and spread out to relax when I was shocked from my reverie by the sound of Takuya suddenly yelling. By the sound of it, they were downstairs. How'd they get downstairs that fast? Or was my perception of time off? Kouji started yelling back, and I tried to lean up to hear what they were saying. I was personally just very content to simply lay there, and had no energy to get up and move around, so I somehow ignored their shouting for a while and curled up on the bed. I fell into a semi-sleep type state, and was rustled from half-sleep by an even louder shout from Kouji. They were still yelling? How long had it been? What the hell was going on? By this time, it had finally occurred to me that this was bad, and I forced myself out of bed. I took a few steps, and then met silence. The shouting match had apparently stopped, but I went ahead and continued to investigate. I opened the door. Still quiet. Not even hushed voices. I just saw a glimpse of Kouji downstairs. I leaned over the railing, and peered down, amused by what I saw.

Kouji was kneeling on the ground in front of Takuya, who was suddenly half-naked and propped against the wall with one leg over Kouji's shoulders, and my brother was giving him head. Again. For some reason, whatever they were yelling about, this apparently meant it was time to have sex. Takuya + Kouji x Argument=Sex. Hey, I liked that equation.
Kouji took him with even more zest than before, totally into giving him as much pleasure as he was possibly capable of through his mouth alone. Takuya was gritting his teeth and snarling at nothing in particular, but he was definitely enjoying it, and it wasn't long before the only look on his face was unrivaled arousal. He kept lifting his leg higher over Kouji's shoulder and propelling his body forward, and then suddenly just lifted his other leg and put it over Kouji's other shoulder. I was sure he'd go crashing down, but Kouji didn't miss a beat; he pushed Takuya into the wall to keep him steady, then let his erection bounce obscenely out of his mouth as he stood up to make sure he held his balance as he held Takuya's weight. He brought his body lower, still allowing Takuya's ankles to rest on his shoulders, but allowing himself complete access to Takuya's already violently ravaged hole. He was going to take him again, and Takuya didn't seem to have a problem with this until Kouji said something to him. I was too far up to hear it, but Takuya was pissed off by the audacity of whatever he said. He shot back with something else, and Kouji retorted with something else. I swear to God, those two can't even have sex without arguing.
Kouji eased back down to the floor, bringing Takuya with him. He was kneeling on either side of his legs, still spread wide and waiting for my brother, who gently spread him just a little more until he could fit with ease into that lovely little opening; I felt a little surge of pride as cum slowly poured onto his dick as he spread him. Takuya slid down on his cock, forgetting his temporary anger and greedily taking my brother in all the way. He squirmed until he found his prostate, and he swelled with pleasure as he hit it when he suddenly noticed me at the top of the stairs. I stared back, emotionless, and for a split second his face contorted with something other than pleasure, but it was short-lived when Kouji started lifting him and dropping him. He found other things to be occupied with, and they moaned in time with each other, moving hard and anxious to be pleasured by any means necessary.
It was quite a sight. On any other day I might've been interested in sticking around and jerking off, but I was tired, and had nothing going for me. If I'd really wanted Takuya or my brother, sure, I could've gone another round. But it was a passing fantasy for me, and I wasn't all that interested anymore. I watched just long enough until Takuya suddenly came and choked Kouji to get him through the mind-blowing pleasure, and then I left with the memory burned in my mind. It would make me happy quite a few nights to come; now that they were together and Kouji would probably never want to play The Game with me again, I'd probably have to start pleasuring myself. It was a lonely assumption, but still, as I heard them start moaning again as they started up, rejuvenated; I figured there'd be other opportunities down the road to occupy myself. I closed the door to Kouji's room, and collapsed on the bed, snuggling into the sheets and fixing to fall asleep to the lullaby of moans and shouts of pleasure going on downstairs. Kouji screamed, and I was satisfied.