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kat8chaTitle: Impromptu
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kat8cha
Fandom: Durarara!
Pairing: Kida/Anri/Mikado
Rating: R
Summary: They're not young anymore and they know what they want.
A/N: You know the drill, kink meme fill...
When it happened none of them were expecting it. They were older now; a lot older than fourteen, or at least that was what it seemed. Fourteen seemed so long ago, the fights and the stupid arguments and the silly flirtations. They're still young however; they are barely in their twenties now. Still so young.
But for some of them, it was never a matter of age.
Kida's eyes are still world-weary at times; still hold that old soul depression as they look out at the world. Anri looks at the world sometimes and only sees bloodshed, only hears the curses of Saika inside of her.
Mikado is blissfully unaware when these things happen, but he too has a secret, he too can see the underbelly of society.
They're not rulers. They're not in charge. They don't rule the world of the night or the world of the day. They are merely themselves, living imperfectly in an imperfect world. They work, all three of them do, Anri teaches now and it hurts her inside when she sees a student that has been touched by Saika's blade. Mikado runs several website rings and works from his apartment managing them. Kida works in sales, his near-constant smiles and ability to B.S. a viable job skill.
Kida had been pushing Mikado and Anri together for years or at least what seems like years. Ever since they were all fourteen with hearts in their eyes and rose colored glasses on. Mikado and Anri know Kida is pushing them together, he would invite them out and then find he had to leave, he would trap them together in conversation or in a crowded area. Kida often started discussions on Anri's virtues or on Mikado's merits.
Anri saw the way that Kida would look at Mikado, and Mikado would see the way that Kida looked at Anri. At times Mikado and Anri would catch each other staring.
Sometimes Mikado would catch Anri staring at him, and she'll glance away with a soft blush and occasionally a murmured apology. Sometimes Anri catches Mikado staring at her, and he returns the favor, a blush and an apology and a guilty glance away. Sometimes they catch the other staring at Kida, hope and sorrow and heartbreak in their eyes. They don't apologize then. Anri wonders what she could say, to Kida, to Mikado, to break the cycle of heartbreak and apologies and bring the two together in a manner they have always and yet never been. But she worries too that she would be pushed out should she do so. Mikado fears the same, and his nails mark pink half-moon patterns on his palm when the stress gets too much.
None of them wished for heartbreak or loneliness. It was a long hard road for them to find each other. None of them wished to find a fork in their current easy ride.
Neither Mikado nor Anri planned to do it; but one night the indecision simply became too much and the two of them snapped. Kida was going on about how he was sorry that he can't make it to dinner that night, he had made plans with so-and-so from work and completely forgot, and they understood right, etcetera… Kida had not even gotten started on his usual five minute long speech of deferment before Mikado pounced, his hand beld tight to Kida's shoulders while he kissed his friend on the mouth. Then Mikado tossed the stunned Kida her way and Anri got her own turn at kissing Kida.
She kissed Kida softly and after a second Kida responded.
"We don't want each other, Masaomi." Mikado was behind her, arms wrapping tight around both her and Kida. Anri smiled into the kiss. "Well, we do, I love Anri, and she loves me, but we don't need you pushing us together."
Anri broke the kiss and bit down on Kida's bottom lip, tugged on it and released it. "We don't need you to push us away, Masaomi-kun. We want you too."
It takes Kida a second to process what they're saying, and gold eyes flicker between Anri and Mikado's serious faces. Kida blinks three times before there is a visible sign of acceptance; the smile that blooms on his face is bright and wide and shows all of his teeth. "So, do we get to act out that scene from that manga Erika was telling us about or-"
Anri kisses Kida again to shut him up, and Mikado kisses the back of Anri's neck where her hair brushes her skin.
They all wind up on the floor, three futons pushed clumsily together with pillows and blankets twisted and tossed around. They aren't sure how to do this.
None of them are virgins, but a threesome is new.
It ends up with Anri in the middle, Kida bend her while she sucks Mikado off and fingers him like she knows he likes. Mikado pushes himself up onto his elbows now and then to kiss Kida sloppily over her head. Kida bends forward to meet Mikado when he does.
She's not forgotten between them, her body covered by love bites and hickeys from before, the light fingerprint shaped bruises of lovemaking that will fade by the next morning cover her skin. She smiles a secretive smile around Mikado's cock and brushes his prostate with her fingers. When Mikado comes he slides down to help her out, his tongue sliding inside of her next to Kida's penis.
It doesn’t take long before Anri is shuddering through an orgasm, Kida's breath huffing and wheezing as he pumps his last inside of her. They narrowly avoid smothering Mikado by collapsing on top of him, instead managing to collapse to the side.
They lie on the futons, messy and sweaty and sticky and flushed, three smiles gracing three different mouths, three sets of hands reaching out and pulling their bodies together for post coital cuddles. Slippery skin presses together and Anri finds herself with a boy on one side and a boy on the other. If she was younger and more insecure she would think about how those girls who taunted here were right.
But she knows she's not a whore.
Kida chuckles breathlessly against her arm. "So, DOES this mean we get to act out Erika's manga, because I was thinking…"
"Masaomi!" Mikado reaches over Anri's bust to smack Kida upside the head. Anri smiles secretively when the two start to squabble like they always have. She wonders if the next time their bickering breaks down into headlocks and childish wrestling there will be kisses at the end. She hopes so. She'd like to watch.
Author:
kat8chaFandom: Durarara!
Pairing: Kida/Anri/Mikado
Rating: R
Summary: They're not young anymore and they know what they want.
A/N: You know the drill, kink meme fill...
When it happened none of them were expecting it. They were older now; a lot older than fourteen, or at least that was what it seemed. Fourteen seemed so long ago, the fights and the stupid arguments and the silly flirtations. They're still young however; they are barely in their twenties now. Still so young.
But for some of them, it was never a matter of age.
Kida's eyes are still world-weary at times; still hold that old soul depression as they look out at the world. Anri looks at the world sometimes and only sees bloodshed, only hears the curses of Saika inside of her.
Mikado is blissfully unaware when these things happen, but he too has a secret, he too can see the underbelly of society.
They're not rulers. They're not in charge. They don't rule the world of the night or the world of the day. They are merely themselves, living imperfectly in an imperfect world. They work, all three of them do, Anri teaches now and it hurts her inside when she sees a student that has been touched by Saika's blade. Mikado runs several website rings and works from his apartment managing them. Kida works in sales, his near-constant smiles and ability to B.S. a viable job skill.
Kida had been pushing Mikado and Anri together for years or at least what seems like years. Ever since they were all fourteen with hearts in their eyes and rose colored glasses on. Mikado and Anri know Kida is pushing them together, he would invite them out and then find he had to leave, he would trap them together in conversation or in a crowded area. Kida often started discussions on Anri's virtues or on Mikado's merits.
Anri saw the way that Kida would look at Mikado, and Mikado would see the way that Kida looked at Anri. At times Mikado and Anri would catch each other staring.
Sometimes Mikado would catch Anri staring at him, and she'll glance away with a soft blush and occasionally a murmured apology. Sometimes Anri catches Mikado staring at her, and he returns the favor, a blush and an apology and a guilty glance away. Sometimes they catch the other staring at Kida, hope and sorrow and heartbreak in their eyes. They don't apologize then. Anri wonders what she could say, to Kida, to Mikado, to break the cycle of heartbreak and apologies and bring the two together in a manner they have always and yet never been. But she worries too that she would be pushed out should she do so. Mikado fears the same, and his nails mark pink half-moon patterns on his palm when the stress gets too much.
None of them wished for heartbreak or loneliness. It was a long hard road for them to find each other. None of them wished to find a fork in their current easy ride.
Neither Mikado nor Anri planned to do it; but one night the indecision simply became too much and the two of them snapped. Kida was going on about how he was sorry that he can't make it to dinner that night, he had made plans with so-and-so from work and completely forgot, and they understood right, etcetera… Kida had not even gotten started on his usual five minute long speech of deferment before Mikado pounced, his hand beld tight to Kida's shoulders while he kissed his friend on the mouth. Then Mikado tossed the stunned Kida her way and Anri got her own turn at kissing Kida.
She kissed Kida softly and after a second Kida responded.
"We don't want each other, Masaomi." Mikado was behind her, arms wrapping tight around both her and Kida. Anri smiled into the kiss. "Well, we do, I love Anri, and she loves me, but we don't need you pushing us together."
Anri broke the kiss and bit down on Kida's bottom lip, tugged on it and released it. "We don't need you to push us away, Masaomi-kun. We want you too."
It takes Kida a second to process what they're saying, and gold eyes flicker between Anri and Mikado's serious faces. Kida blinks three times before there is a visible sign of acceptance; the smile that blooms on his face is bright and wide and shows all of his teeth. "So, do we get to act out that scene from that manga Erika was telling us about or-"
Anri kisses Kida again to shut him up, and Mikado kisses the back of Anri's neck where her hair brushes her skin.
They all wind up on the floor, three futons pushed clumsily together with pillows and blankets twisted and tossed around. They aren't sure how to do this.
None of them are virgins, but a threesome is new.
It ends up with Anri in the middle, Kida bend her while she sucks Mikado off and fingers him like she knows he likes. Mikado pushes himself up onto his elbows now and then to kiss Kida sloppily over her head. Kida bends forward to meet Mikado when he does.
She's not forgotten between them, her body covered by love bites and hickeys from before, the light fingerprint shaped bruises of lovemaking that will fade by the next morning cover her skin. She smiles a secretive smile around Mikado's cock and brushes his prostate with her fingers. When Mikado comes he slides down to help her out, his tongue sliding inside of her next to Kida's penis.
It doesn’t take long before Anri is shuddering through an orgasm, Kida's breath huffing and wheezing as he pumps his last inside of her. They narrowly avoid smothering Mikado by collapsing on top of him, instead managing to collapse to the side.
They lie on the futons, messy and sweaty and sticky and flushed, three smiles gracing three different mouths, three sets of hands reaching out and pulling their bodies together for post coital cuddles. Slippery skin presses together and Anri finds herself with a boy on one side and a boy on the other. If she was younger and more insecure she would think about how those girls who taunted here were right.
But she knows she's not a whore.
Kida chuckles breathlessly against her arm. "So, DOES this mean we get to act out Erika's manga, because I was thinking…"
"Masaomi!" Mikado reaches over Anri's bust to smack Kida upside the head. Anri smiles secretively when the two start to squabble like they always have. She wonders if the next time their bickering breaks down into headlocks and childish wrestling there will be kisses at the end. She hopes so. She'd like to watch.
