Story Type: Original Characters Full Story
Pairing: Arashi x Lucas x Hisoka
Genre: Romance/Fluff with a bit of Drama/Angst
Got a Plot?: Nope
Rating: PG -13 ?
Making his way to the crowded city square, Hisoka Nakamura tucked his scarf more tightly around himself with a free hand, jogging to try and keep away the chill. Fall had only just started but there was a cold front coming down from the north, making it unseasonably cold. Even so Hisoka knew that there was someone who would benefit more from the hot cocoa cupped between his gloved hands, the hood of his coat flopping over his ears with each bounding step. Pausing when he reached the corner of Hudson and Main before the 'DON'T WALK' sign he tilted his head. There. Faintly, carried on the wind and heard just under the motor of cars and chatting, laughing people, was a sound that he had grown familiar with. It was the high whine of an electric violin, playing a complicated, melancholy tone that always reminded Hisoka of Lucas. A smile made its way onto Hisoka's lips just as a sudden sharp breeze blew his hood off, causing him and a few of the people still waiting for the light to yelp in surprise. Keeping his ears flat to his head was more difficult with the sharpness of the wind, ends going ice-cold almost instantly. Turning his back tot he wind Hisoka tugged the hood back on, holding the cup carefully as he used his left hand to hold the strings in place, unable to tie them with just one free hand.
Jogging across the street as the light changed the day care worker quickly made his way to the fountain at the center of the city, across from the grand, two-block library. There weren't as many people standing around as there usually was but Hisoka still had to nudge his way past some waiting bodies to reach the actual fountain - and his lover.
Arashi had his eyes closed as he played, fingertips bare and body swaying slightly to the melody. Lips moving as if singing a song to himself Hisoka couldn't help but think he was wearing terribly little, considering his work; the black and white hoodie was zipped but the hood was down, the deep violet scarf looped loosely around his neck. At least he's wearing the gloves, Hisoka thought as he waited for the song to end, a polite smattering of applause following in the wake of the last, sighing note. Others approached as well though they were tossing change into the open violin case and quickly moving on, hurrying to get out of the chill. "Ara! Slow day today?"
Arashi thanked a elderly couple who handed him a crinkled bill, turning to Hisoka with a smile. "A bit," he admitted, starting on gathering his funds and packing up. "I'll have to move to the plaza soon. Hopefully there won't be too much competition."
Waiting until the violin case had been emptied of change and instrument put away Hisoka offered the cocoa. "Here - it's probably not very hot anymore..."
As expected Arashi opened the lid, setting on licking up the half-melted whipped cream. "Oh, no, this is amazing! I didn't realize how cold it was."
With a fond smile on his lips Hisoka reached up to pull Arashi's hood over rounded ears, tying it at his throat to keep it in place. "I'll have to make sure you've got enough layers before I leave in the morning," the rabbit murmured, tying his own hood before moving to take up the violin, speaker and battery-pack. "Do you think you can finish that before we get to the library?" Even as he asked Arashi was swallowing the contents of the paper cup, looking up with a dab of whipped cream on his nose. With the case and speaker in hand Hisoka's only option, really, was to lean forward and quickly swipe the cream away, flushing as Arashi blinked at him. "You had cream," he said in explanation, turning to head quickly towards the library.
Arashi fell into step easily beside him and the day care worker didn't have to look over to know that he was grinning. "So if I get cream in other places, will you lick it away?"
Hisoka face was burning from more than the wind by the time they made it into the library.
It was always shocking for him how the atmosphere changed inside the stone walls. The hush that hung heavy in the air and the smell of old books were dominant. The sharp, yellow brightness of the lights were momentarily blinding after being out under the overcast grey sky and Hisoka too a few moments to blink and let his eyes adjust, Arashi shivering beside him. "We should find a table to wait at," he said quietly, moving out of the doorway to where the rows upon rows of books lead to the first grouping of tables.
Unsurprisingly, many of the first tables were taken. With the day being so cold many ducked into the library to warm up and ended up getting sucked into whatever book they had taken up to pass the time. The pair moved past the tables, down another two rows to the aisle of individual, circular tables, meant to sit groups of three to five people. It was there they had a clear view of the information desk, where the third party to their trio sat. Lucas was wearing a cream colored poet's shirt that Arashi had gotten him for his birthday, a pair of dark clips keeping nearly-blond bangs from falling into his eyes. Though he couldn't see with the large desk in the way Hisoka knew that the blond had black pleather pants and dark boots as well, giving him the look of a 19th century artist.
"He looks good like that, doesn't he?" Hisoka asked absently, setting Arashi's work stuff down on top of the table.
"He does," Arashi agreed. "I don't know what it is about librarians that makes me want to-"
"Hey, you started it." Arashi dropped down into his seat, unzipping his hoodie and tugging off his tie. "Though I enjoy the dresses even more." As Hisoka turned to look at his other lover Arashi's voice dipped, falling into a seductive murmur. "You know, if you took a day off we could get here before Lucas's shift and wait under the desk for him. If he were wearing a skirt it would be easy to- hey, who's that?"
Hisoka, who felt as if he were blushing to the ends of his ears, blinked. "Who?" Even as he asked his head was turning to see who Arashi was talking about.
A girl had approached the desk and was leaning over it, talking to Lucas. That wasn't odd in itself - it was Lucas's job to help people who had questions and needed to find things within the library and he often left the desk to show them the way. What was odd was the way Lucas' expression changed. A flush that hadn't been there a moment ago stained pale cheeks. Baby blue eyes lit up and as he spoke a smile came to his lips, which were moving too rapidly for Hisoka to even attempt trying to read.
Lucas looked... pleased. Enthralled.
"Hiso." Arashi's voice was low but without the melting heat from before. Instead it was flat, close to a growl. "Would you say she's pretty?"
Eyes narrowing Hisoka looked over the girl with a critical eye. She had long hair that fell nearly to the middle of her back, in loose blond ringlets. Though she wore a red half-coat he could tell from their angle that it was open, a blue skirt with black trim clinging to her hips and ending far above mid-thigh. She also wore dark garters, easily seen thanks to the shortness of her skirt, sheer tights ending in shiny blue heels. As she tossed her head with a laugh Hisoka caught sight of the left half of her face; smooth skin, slightly rosy, a button nose, full lips, rounded chin.
"No," Hisoka said, heart sinking in his chest. "She's beautiful."
Arashi hissed. "Should we go over?"
Watching the girl talking with their lover Hisoka shook his head. "No. I trust him."
"I trust him too!" The tone was so harsh that Hisoka turned to look at Arashi, who was leaning forward with a fist on the table. His eyes were dark and face taunt in a way that Hisoka had rarely seen. "But I don't trust her. And she's - she's human."
The words struck like a blow. Hisoka reeled, feeling as if a crack had run through his heart up the middle. "How can we say we trust him if we don't put it into practice?" he asked once he had gotten his breath back, shaking his head. "We have to trust that there's nothing more than meets the eye here. Otherwise - well, what's the point?"
Arashi seemed to struggle with himself for a few moments before letting out a heavy breath and throwing himself back into his seat. "Yeah, fair enough," he muttered, looking anything but pleased. "But I say we take tonight to remind him why he doesn't need anyone else. Agreed?"
Hisoka looked back just in time to see the girl place her hand over Lucas's, who's flush darkened. "Agreed," he said and knew the look of satisfaction that would be on Arashi's face, had he been able to look away.
They pounced as soon as the door shut to their apartment, Arashi attacking the buttons of Lucas's shirt while Hisoka's lips attached to his neck. Lucas had his back pressed to the door, held fast by his two lovers and overwhelmed by their vigor.
"Guys-" From the way Lucas gasped and jerked Hisoka figured that Arashi had gotten down to business; with his lips worrying ato Lucas's neck he couldn't see his other lover but he could guess that he was somewhere on his knees. "Oh, I- ha! Ah! Can't - can't we go to the-ohgod! The bedroom?"
Sucking at the spot he had been nibbling at Hisoka drew back, blowing on the reddening skin. It would be quite the bruise come morning but from the fogged blue eyes Lucas was feeling no pain. "Let us do this for you," Hisoka murmured, letting a hand cup the back of Lucas's head before he leaned in for a kiss. Lucas was panting and flushed by the time their lips parted, which was fine by him; more than fine. "Sit back and let us take care of you." With a parting kiss Hisoka slid down to his knees beside Arashi, set on getting his share of the fun.
For the rest of the week when Hisoka and Arashi went to meet Lucas at the library, the mysterious blond bimbo was there in something just as skimpy as the first time they saw her. Lucas had taken to wearing turtlenecks or scarfs inside, his neck covered in love bites from both of his lovers and would flush crimson when anyone commented on his choice of fashion. By the weekend Lucas was more than exhausted, a fact that his lovers took full advantage of to have their way with him.
When Monday rolled around and Hisoka met up with Arashi to meet their other lover, Lucas wasn't at his desk. Taking their usual waiting seats it was some minutes before Lucas re-appeared from between a row of books just one table away from them, looking flushed and...anxious?
"Looks like the bimbo's not around," Arashi muttered.
"Ara!" Hisoka couldn't really bring it to himself to scold the other; he had been thinking the same thing.
And then the 'bimbo' appeared, following Lucas from the aisle.
"I don't know what to say," Lucas was saying. He obviously hadn't spotted either of his lovers, who were sitting in silence, their ears tilted to catch their words. "It's better than I even imagined."
"And I wasn't even half-trying," the girl - who's voice was a low, seductive hum - said. "If you ever need another fix, you know where to find me."
Lucas nodded, his back to the table where his lovers sat. "Yes, I- thank you. I don't know what else I can do or say-"
The girl reached out, placing a hand on Lucas's wrist and squeezing. "You've done enough, believe me," she said and, to the shock of the two ease-droppers, leaned over and placed a kiss to Lucas's cheek before strutting off, hips swaying with each step.
Lucas made his way back to the information desk, humming quietly to himself. By the time he'd settled down Arashi and Hisoka were gone.
"Guys? I'm home!"
Letting himself into their shared apartment Lucas locked up, working on pulling off his scarf, coat and shoes. It was unusual for neither Hisoka or Arashi to meet him after work but not unheard of. Arashi would sometimes convince their long-eared lover to go down to the mall, where the large music shop was so he could drool over the latest instruments. Hisoka sometimes got held up by parents, late in picking up their children from the center.
What didn't happen was Lucas coming home to the both of them sitting in the dining room, expressions dark and worried as he entered.
"Ah..." Pausing in the doorway Lucas hovered, brows rising. "Hey. Did - did something come up?"
Arashi started to speak but Hisoka held up a hand, shaking his head slightly. Frowning at the pair Lucas watched as Hisoka got to his feet, walking over to rest a hand lightly where the marks they left on him sat.
"Lucas, we love you," he said quietly, eyes nearly the color or roses and so melancholy that Lucas reached out to him. "Forever and always. You know that, don't you?"
"I- of course I do." While he wasn't sure what was going on Lucas knew that it wasn't the time to try and break the tension. Something was bothering his lovers though he wasn't sure what it was.
"Then why do you keep seeing that girl?" Arashi said, rising from his own seat to stand at Lucas's left side. "Do you like her? Is it because she's a girl or because she's - human?"
With that, it clicked.
Taking a hold of the hand resting on his neck and one of Arashi's, Lucas squeezed the warm palms with his own cool ones. "Wait right here." Turning without waiting for a response Lucas went to his discarded coat, feeling the pockets. Once he'd gotten what he was looking for he went back to the dinning room, where Arashi and Hisoka hadn't moved. "Here," he said, holding up the palm-sized wooden box for them to see. "Open it."
The pair exchanged a glance before Hisoka picked up the box, opening it for the both of them to see. Their eyes widened, Arashi gasping as a low, "Oh..." Of a breath left Hisoka's lips. Lucas knew what they would see; copper pendants, one with music notes etched onto the front and the other with a peace sign. As each took up the charm meant for them Lucas spoke.
"Rain makes jewelry," he explained, watching as Hisoka pried his open. "She came in for help one day and since we've become friends. I mentioned wanting to give the two of you something special for our anniversary and she offered to make those, on the house."
"This picture is from the carnival," Arashi said, his voice somewhat in awe. Lucas had chosen one of the pictures they had gotten from the photo-booth, a silly one with him sticking his tongue out in front, Arashi crossing his eyes to his left and Hisoka behind them, holding up his ears. It was one that always made them smile; the day in itself was full of great memories.
"You can change it to whatever you'd like. She made me one, too." Going into his pocket Lucas pulled out his charm, a swirling etch that could only be a black hole on its front. "We'll have to get something to put them on but I thought we could do that together."
Looking up from their gifts Arashi and Hisoka were quiet for a time. "Lucas, I'm sorry," Arashi said, ducking his head. "We kept seeing that girl at the library hanging all over you-"
"We're sorry," Hisoka said, cutting the panda off. "We let jealousy could our judgement."
Lucas smiled, shaking his head. "So is that what all the ravishing was about? You guys just about killed me!"
Arashi laughed as Hisoka flushed. "Well, how about we spend today on the couch and watch a movie? No ravishing," he added quickly before winking. "That is, unless you want us to."
"We do owe you, since we don't have a gift for you," Hisoka murmured, meeting Lucas's eyes.
Lucas took a step back, holding up both hands. "Now you guys, I'm pretty worn-out," he warned. "You've been having your way with me for a week straight - guys? Guys?"
Hisoka and Arashi were matching his step for step, their eyes dark with something other than the misery Lucas saw minutes ago. With a yelp he turned to run, his lovers close on his heels.
Lucas never stood a chance.
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