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Feb. 15th, 2006 10:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaFor Wri-chan, not my best work... gah. ~snugs~ It was cuter in my head.
It would later amuse Kirihara and Jiroh to learn that they were dating Fuji Syuusuke at the same time and neither had known it. It would not, however, amuse their third lover Bunta. Their feisty pink haired lover would then go on a long rant about Fuji Syuusuke and his whorish behavior which Kirihara and Jiroh would trade looks before quickly tackling Bunta. It was unusual for their lover to be so crude as to call *anyone * a whore, and more importantly he had managed it without blushing once. Of course the way Bunta’s nose tipped back in the air and he eyed Fuji in distaste the next time they met led both curly haired boys to shake their head and fight off a headache.
Still, it was nice to know that Bunta felt as possessive of them as they did of him. Like when that Niou character, shadiest bastard on the planet, had invited Bunta out drinking. Neither had minded much until it was early morning and Bunta had not returned. They knew that the pink haired boy had a limited tolerance for liquor and did not really like to stay out much past one in the morning. So both of them had tracked down the bar that Niou was out, thanks to Yukimura, and found their slightly drunk lover being pawed by three different guys.
To say the least, neither Kirihara or Jiroh had been pleased. In fact they had kicked serious ass, starting with Niou’s. Then they had dragged Bunta home and called in sick for him the next day. It was, after all, not every night they had a slightly tipsy and rather giggle Bunta on their hands. Unless they fed him mass amounts of sugar, but that’s another story.
Of course Jiroh was not left out of the possessive triangle. It was why he was not allowed to be left alone in the company of Atobe Keigo in case his old boyfriend tried something. The fact that Atobe invariably *did * only proved how right his boyfriends were in protecting him.
“You know… it might just be easier if we hired, like, full time bodyguards.” Jiroh yawned as he lay across Kirihara and Bunta’s bodies after a night of sugary sweet passion. Bunta twirled Jiroh’s hair in his fingers and looked at Kirihara with a slight twitch to his mouth.
“But princess, we are your full time bodyguards.” Kirihara said mock sweetly. “What, you want more men to ogle?”
“We could get a girl.” Jiroh stated and Bunta immediately nixed that idea. He still had not forgotten about the time when they had learned that Kirihara had actually *slept * with a girl before. Kiri rolled his eyes before settling back further into the mattress.
“We don’t need bodyguards.” Kirihara stated with a mild scowl. “If anyone messes with my lovers they gotta deal with me.” And his tongue flickered out over his lips. Bunta and Jiroh traded glances before pouncing on Kirihara. They loved it when he got protective.
It would later amuse Kirihara and Jiroh to learn that they were dating Fuji Syuusuke at the same time and neither had known it. It would not, however, amuse their third lover Bunta. Their feisty pink haired lover would then go on a long rant about Fuji Syuusuke and his whorish behavior which Kirihara and Jiroh would trade looks before quickly tackling Bunta. It was unusual for their lover to be so crude as to call *anyone * a whore, and more importantly he had managed it without blushing once. Of course the way Bunta’s nose tipped back in the air and he eyed Fuji in distaste the next time they met led both curly haired boys to shake their head and fight off a headache.
Still, it was nice to know that Bunta felt as possessive of them as they did of him. Like when that Niou character, shadiest bastard on the planet, had invited Bunta out drinking. Neither had minded much until it was early morning and Bunta had not returned. They knew that the pink haired boy had a limited tolerance for liquor and did not really like to stay out much past one in the morning. So both of them had tracked down the bar that Niou was out, thanks to Yukimura, and found their slightly drunk lover being pawed by three different guys.
To say the least, neither Kirihara or Jiroh had been pleased. In fact they had kicked serious ass, starting with Niou’s. Then they had dragged Bunta home and called in sick for him the next day. It was, after all, not every night they had a slightly tipsy and rather giggle Bunta on their hands. Unless they fed him mass amounts of sugar, but that’s another story.
Of course Jiroh was not left out of the possessive triangle. It was why he was not allowed to be left alone in the company of Atobe Keigo in case his old boyfriend tried something. The fact that Atobe invariably *did * only proved how right his boyfriends were in protecting him.
“You know… it might just be easier if we hired, like, full time bodyguards.” Jiroh yawned as he lay across Kirihara and Bunta’s bodies after a night of sugary sweet passion. Bunta twirled Jiroh’s hair in his fingers and looked at Kirihara with a slight twitch to his mouth.
“But princess, we are your full time bodyguards.” Kirihara said mock sweetly. “What, you want more men to ogle?”
“We could get a girl.” Jiroh stated and Bunta immediately nixed that idea. He still had not forgotten about the time when they had learned that Kirihara had actually *slept * with a girl before. Kiri rolled his eyes before settling back further into the mattress.
“We don’t need bodyguards.” Kirihara stated with a mild scowl. “If anyone messes with my lovers they gotta deal with me.” And his tongue flickered out over his lips. Bunta and Jiroh traded glances before pouncing on Kirihara. They loved it when he got protective.
