Author's note: One word: FINALLY. Never thought I'd actually finish this, did you? I didn't either at some point, a big THANK YOU to the readers that kept pushing me for the last chapter^^.

"I want to play too," the petite shinigami whispered, nuzzling his lover's neck and lightly stroking and raking his nails up the boy's length, slicking him up in the process. "Please turn around. Hurry." "Mmh…Hey, where did y-" Ronald turned his head to look at the brunette, only to be silenced with a kiss. He realized he'd already been missing that soft mouth and those gentle arms around him and blushed crimson at the thought that Alan had probably been watching Eric take him. "Please, I can't keep this up much longer…" Alan moaned, rubbing himself up against Ronald's back in his need for release. Eric recognized the urgency in his chestnut-haired lover's plea and without bothering to pull out of him first, flipped the blonde onto his stomach, eliciting a sharp cry, and then pulled him upright again so that the boy was now straddling him backwards. Before Ronald could figure out what the hell just happened, Eric wantonly thrust into him once more causing his head to snap back against the man's shoulder, and Alan took the opportunity to quickly mount his lap and claim his mouth, his slender hands roaming the boy's now perfectly exposed chest. "Ronald…" the dark-haired boy moaned against the blonde's lips, his voice husky and deep-green eyes glazed over with desire, lust and need. "Remember what you wanted to do earlier?…Please, do it now…I need it…" "S-say wha-?" The words made Ronald's head spin and his loins ache, but before his lust-clouded mind could come up with any kind of sensible response, Alan literally took matters into his own hand as he guided him to his self-prepared entrance and plunged down onto his length. A loud moan escaped the brunette's lips and mixed with those of his golden-haired lover as he took in as much of him as was possible. "Ahh…oh yes…"

Eric groaned and dug his nails into Ronald's shoulders as Alan's weight pushed the younger blonde down firmly onto him, sheathing him to the very hilt. The boy shrieked out it shock and pleasure as something deep inside him was hit causing intense hot tingles to shoot up his spine and white lights to explode before his eyes. The blonde's head swam as unknown sensations coursed through his body, and for a moment he found himself utterly unable to speak at all. The feeling of what Eric did inside him left him trembling, and Alan was so warm and pliable, and so wonderfully tight … "Ah…ah…w-what was…that?" he eventually managed to get out, clinging to Alan's shoulders. "That, boy," Eric whispered in his ear, spilling hot breath over his neck, angling his hips to strike that spot again. "is pleasure…" Another high-pitched shriek left Ronald's lips as the man again blinded him, almost bringing tears to his eyes, and slowly, rhythmically began to thrust into him once more, hands firmly placed on his hips. He could do little more than hold on tightly to Alan, who was now riding him, fueling his need even more. As if that wasn't enough to drive the blonde mad with pleasure, the others pressed up closer and each took a side of his neck to occupy their mouths with, licking, kissing and suckling at the sensitive flesh until he felt he was on fire. After a while of desperately trying to keep his senses straight, Ronald finally managed to coordinate his movements with those of his lovers, pushing back to meet Eric's thrusts and then thrusting up into Alan's grinds against him as they melted into each other and three hot, slick bodies moved as one.

Feeling Alan's hard member pressing against his stomach, Ronald instinctively reached down and started stroking it, all shame forgotten, and this time the chocolate-haired boy did not object. Cries of pleasure flowed from the petite shinigami's mouth as he arched and bucked wildly into his golden-haired lover's hand, in turn driving Ronald almost over the edge. The blonde, growing bolder, saw his chance and started to shower the brunette's exposed throat with kisses and licks, working his way up to his small lover's begging mouth. Alan however, no longer knowing what to do with himself, was quicker and pulled Ronald into a violent kiss before the boy could quite get there himself, embraces tightening into near deathgrips. With effort, the blond tried to aim his own thrusts to hit the same spot inside Alan that Eric was abusing so wonderfully inside him, causing the smaller boy to cry out against his young lover's mouth. "Aahh! Oh yes, like that, please!" he pleaded, desperate for more. Ronald gladly complied, hastily recapturing his lover's lips with his own. They kissed, deeply and hungrily, desperately, fingers entwining in thick, silky hair, and suddenly there was another tongue working its way into Ronalds mouth as his chin was grabbed roughly and his head was turned just far enough for Eric to join in. Soon the three of them were kissing each other simultaneously, licking, sucking, moaning, tongues clashing and fighting. Then Alan pulled away and buried his face in Ronald's neck, arms locked tightly around him.

Even amidst all the turmoil of being taken from two sides at once, Ronald could feel Alan's thrusts become more erratic, his lithe body starting to tense. The small shinigami was on the verge of climax. Eric on the other hand was now pacing himself, pausing after every few thrusts to keep control of the moment of his release. Ronald himself was at his limit, he just wanted to let go, craving, yearning for blissful release, but forced himself to think clear enough to focus on working Alan's straining member, hard and fast. His other hand took to comfortingly stroking the boy's soft hair and the smooth curve of his back. Somehow he wanted to protect the beautiful, frail creature that was so desperately clinging to him, wanted to give him what he needed so much and hold him tight as waves of ecstasy wracked that frail body. Alan's moans and whimpers suddenly became louder, his fingers clawing into Ronald's back. "Ah… please…I… can't…" "It's okay, just let it happen…" The words left the blonde's mouth before he knew it as he softly kissed the brunette's neck, giving him the last few strokes he needed coupled with a deep, powerful thrust. Then everything happened simultaneously.

Alan came hard, screaming Ronald's name, which in turn threw Ronald right over the edge. Before he could reach his proper peak he was thrown forward roughly by Eric, losing his grip on Alan and barely managing to land on all fours to keep himself from crushing the brunette, who was now pinned on his back underneath him, still caught in ecstasy. It was as if Eric had gone insane from seeing the brunette climax, holding Ronald down by the scruff of his neck and growling dangerously while slamming into him as if he were trying to break him in two. The younger blond screamed into the mattress next to Alan's head where his face was all but pressed into, pain and pleasure mixing into one massive orgasm that left him shaking and shuddering and completely oblivious to the way Eric's smoldering eyes were boring into Alan's wide, shocked ones over his shoulder as the man found his release as well.

The feeling of Eric pulling out of him brought Ronald back to reality. He groaned softly at the weird sensation, then realized that Alan's arms were locked tightly around him, as if trying to protect him, a slender hand reassuringly stroking te back of his neck. The world was spinning, his body felt like lead and he didn't notice his cheeks were wet until Alan caressed the tears away with a gentle thumb. "I'm sorry, I didn't intend for THAT to happen…" Behind them, Eric flopped onto his back and let out a content sigh. "Damn, that was good …" Ronald was still in a daze and only comprehended about half of what was going on, but enough to blush at the older man's words. He fought the urge to snuggle up to Alan and fall asleep and stay in the boy's soft embrace forever. Slowly the realization trickled in that he had no business here anymore, they'd had their fun with him and now he was expected to leave. He looked at Alan apologetically and tried to move away awkwardly as he noticed he was still halfway inside the brunette. "I-it's…OK…really…" Alan gave a weary smile, reaching out to again stroke the boy's flushed cheek. "Are you sure? And he's right, you did great…"

Ronald started when Eric shamelessly stuck his legs under the covers and in doing so all but shoved him off the bed. "I don't mean to disturb the intimate moment there," the man announced, "but I'm gonna crash now, so if you'd kindly get out of here…That means you, kid." With that, he turned his back to his bedmates and pulled the covers over himself, clearly done with the subject. Ronald blushed, feeling ever so slightly humiliated, and tried to get up as quickly as his exhausted body would tolerate, groaning at the dull ache making itself known in his backside. Alan scoffed, helping him sit up and get off the bed, then turned to Eric. "Don't be insensitive, I'm not going to let him walk out and make himself get up two flights of stairs like this, with the way you've been going at him he can barely stand up as it is." Ronald let them argue, cheeks burning and too busy keeping his trembling knees from buckling as he leaned on the footboard. He sat down on the bed, but then noticed there was something warm dripping down the inside of his thigh and bolted upright again, feeling incredibly embarrassed as he realized just what it was he was feeling. "H-hey, it's OK, I'll leave," he mumbled, blushing furiously. "You don't have to do this…" An urgent need to go wash up came on and he felt more and more like he was overstaying his welcome.

"Trust me, he does," Eric remarked without even looking, a sudden strangely tender undercurrent in his voice. "That's just the kind of guy he is. By the way, I do believe that's mine," he added, only to have a pillow thrown at his head. "Quiet you, you're sleeping, you don't have a say in this," Alan retorted, continuing to wrap the kimono he had just picked off the floor around a shivering Ronald's shoulders. "Now, let's go get you cleaned up, shall we?" Ronald just nodded, hesitating for a moment, glancing over at the back of the man in the bed. "Um, thanks for being gentle with me, kinda…" "Yeah, well, it was either that or having to explain to the boss why Mr. Knox is walking funny and can't come in to work this morning," the matter-of-fact reply came. "You might have to anyway…" Ronald muttered under his breath as he turned around and let Alan lead him out of the room.

To Ronald's surprise they didn't go to the bathroom, nor the front door, but to a half-hidden side door in the far corner of the room, that turned out to connect it directly to the adjacent room, which turned out to be Alan's. He silently followed the brunette into the bathroom, a sigh escaping him as the clothes were gently stripped off his body for the second time that night. He blushed when the older boy stripped as well and took him into the shower, but then figured that after all they had seen of each other earlier, there was no point in being prudish anymore. Besides, he was too tired to protest anyway. The water was warm and soothing on his back, even though it stung mildly as it passed the scratchmarks on his shoulders and hips he hadn't noticed before. He leaned against the cool tiles, secretly watching Alan from under wet lashes as the brunette put sweet-smelling shower lotion on an attractively soft-looking sponge, weary green eyes failing to resist the temptation to follow the droplets rolling down that beautiful body, caressing every curve and crevice. He still couldn't believe that his own hands had done the exact same thing just ten minutes earlier, and more…

"I'm sorry if this stings, I'll be gentle," Alan's soft voice and the puffy sponge sliding gently over his skin snapped Ronald out of his thoughts. "I didn't quite mean for things to get this far, I'm sorry," the brunette continued, avoiding the younger shinigami's gaze. "You might want to stay away from Eric tomorrow, I'm not sure how he'll feel about our little encounter when he'll be able to think straight again." Ronald nodded slowly, wincing slightly as the soaped-up sponge carefully passed over the red crescent marks on his shoulders. Alan's hand was trembling, the older boy must be quite worn out himself. Yet being washed like this felt too good to tell him to stop, with the warm water and the soft caresses almost lulling him to sleep…

He dared to look up, eyes locking onto the other's soft lips, so invitingly close as their owner leaned in to gently, almost tenderly, trace the sponge along the side of his face and neck. No, that sweet mouth would never be his to taste again. "It's alright…" Before he knew it Ronald had lifted the brunette's chin to look him in the eyes. "It was…pleasant…" The soft lips curled into a somehow relieved smile, and Ronald noticed that the hand stopped trembling. "I'm glad… and yes, it was.."

When had that arm circled around his waist to move the sponge to his back and the distance between them diminished so much? Ronald winced when the audacious washing tool passed between his buttocks and moved around to his front to slide between his thighs, groaning softly in slight discomfort at the intimate cleaning and accidental stimulation of his currently oversensitive nether regions. Alan immediately jerked his hand away, suddenly looking guilty. "It's okay," Ronald smiled awkwardly. "I'm just so spent it hurts to even think about getting it up again…" Alan nodded. "You need to rest," the smaller shinigami decided, turning off the shower and grabbing a huge fluffy white towel to wrap around the taller boy. "You can sleep here for the remainder of tonight. Go on, I'll be there soon."

Ronald nodded gratefully, pulling the soft towel tightly around himself as he made his way back out of the bathroom. His body was now pleasantly glowing and he felt drowsy and like he was walking around in a dream. Maybe it was all a dream, that would make sense, he thought as he flopped down on Alan's bed and snuggled under the covers. He fell asleep almost instantly, barely noticing that another slipped into bed with him a few minutes later. Yes, it must all have been a dream, this had been too good to be true and when he woke up, nothing would have happened.

It would just have been one uneventful evening.