| [Mar. 5th, 2018|04:18 am] |
Genma stretched out his arms along the ledge behind them. The heat from the back of Raidou’s neck made Genma’s breath catch. His fingertips brushed the softness of Kurenai’s shoulder.
“This isn’t even slightly how I thought this mission would go, but we did it,” he said, grinning at his companions. “We found the stolen sake, we found the missing woman and children, and we’re bringing at least a little of it, plus the sake brewer, back for the Fire Daimyou.”
Kurenai leaned against Raidou, angling to give Genma a full-lipped smile. “There will be fights in Intel HQ for the privilege of reading your mission reports for this one.”
The dark water cupped her breasts the way the red dress had in the club. Her ruby eyes flashed just as bright and inviting, and Genma wanted nothing more than to lean across Raidou and kiss her. And then Raidou. To kiss Raidou, with their unshaven jaws rasping together as their lips met…
Genma shifted on the bench, sliding closer until his thigh touched Raidou’s. Heat rose that had nothing to do with the sake they’d drunk or the water surrounding them. His breath came fast.
“Do you remember that night we went dancing?” he asked hoarsely.
Kurenai planted one hand on Raidou’s knee. “Not easy to forget.” Her voice was breathy and low, her eyes locked with Genma’s.
“Rings a bell,” Raidou said. His cheeks were heat-flushed, his eyes dark. He sat carefully still, waiting for a thunderclap to follow the lightning.
“I would have kissed you. Both of you. If we hadn’t been interrupted. If you’d wanted me to.” The words came easier than Genma would have expected. This was Raidou of the Iron Boundaries, his captain, and Kurenai, Intel agent assigned to report on the behavior of this team. He should have been wary, but the setting, the sake, and most of all, the desire he could see burning in his companions’ eyes, spurred him to continue.
“Do you want me to?”
Kurenai didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
They both looked at Raidou.
After a moment, he, too, said, “Yes.” He locked eyes with Genma and gave him a crooked smile. “If you can tell me it’s a good idea.”
Genma’s breath caught between parted lips. “I… I don’t think it’s a bad idea. We’re alone, we’re safe. And we’re all— we all want the same thing.” With a little more blood flow to his brain, he could probably have done a whole presentation on why it was a fantastic idea.
Raidou’s eyes were on Genma’s mouth, his tone regretful, when he said, “We’re all drunk on magic sake. And you’re on my team.”
“I think we’re all still clear-headed enough for consent,” Kurenai said. “And I’m not on anyone’s team.” With her left hand still braced on Raidou’s knee, she leaned across him, cupped Genma’s face with her right hand, and pulled him in for a long, gentle, thorough kiss.
He had to lean across Raidou to reach her. His shoulder and chest braced against Raidou’s side. His hips angled in, so Raidou could feel every faint tremor as Genma kissed back. And Genma could feel the tension shuddering in Raidou.
Kurenai pulled away with a soft breath to look at both men. “But you two will have to work this out between you.”
Genma squeezed his eyes shut, holding exquisitely still for a moment, before he pulled away, too. He wanted them both, and they both wanted more, and he couldn’t believe he was stopping.
But Raidou wasn’t ready.
“Sorry. It’s not fair to you, Raidou,” he said. “I don’t care that we’re on the same team, but it matters to you. Maybe if you can come to terms with it, we can— if we all want this when we’re completely sober— I can wait.”
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