Dead Apple Trio~ Shibusawa x Fyodor x Dazai

Dead Apple trio~

Dazai walked into the little dressing room and stripped down. He sighed and picked up the outfit that Shibusawa gave him. It was fancier than anything he was used to wearing, and he didn't understand why the man had wanted him to wear it. He'd even said he'd cry if he didn't!

Once dressed he walked out to the main room. Fyodor apparently wasn't done changing into his outfit yet.

Shibusawa turned from the tall window he was looking out that overlooked the city and regarded Dazai, looking him up and down slowly. A slight smile appeared on his thin lips. "Very nice. Now, come have a seat." He motioned at a small table with three chairs.

Dazai hesitated for a moment, still unsure of how to feel around the other man. He walked over and took a seat, breaking eye contact only when Fyodor walked out. He was dressed in all white like the other two, with a fur trimmed cape clasped with gold. He still had on his hat, Dazai did wonder why he always wore it. Maybe it meant something to him?

He had to admit that he looked rather good in that outfit. It accentuated his tall frame and made his black hair look all the darker, like raven feathers.

"What do you think, Dazai, did I do a good job choosing your two's clothes for tonight?"

He looked up at Shibusawa, studying the man's face. "I suppose, though, I don't think I quite understand the purpose of them?"

Fyodor chuckled "Isn't it obvious? It is simply for looks, nothing else."

Fyodor took his seat across from Dazai and Shibusawa sat between them.

"Yes, Fyodor is right. I merely wanted us to look nice."

Dazai left it at that, though he was left uneasy by the smile the other two shared.

Both him and Fyodor had come at the request of Shibusawa, though he hadn't any idea why he had requested they come, and it drove him mad. He hated not knowing, being in the dark. What mad him even more mad was the fact that Fyodor obviously had an idea of why the two were there, and was clearly happy to keep it to himself and watch him try and figure it out on his own.

"You're awfully quiet, Dazai, is everything alright?"

He looked at the white haired man and replied a little colder than intended. "What am I supposed to talk about, the weather? You haven't exactly said why we're here."

Shibusawa framed an innocent and curious face. "You haven't figured it out yet?"

Fyodor didn't even try and hide his amusement as he looked between the two.

Dazai felt his blood boil. He didn't like being made to feel the fool. "No. I haven't."

Shibusawa smiled. "Would you like me to tell you?"

"No, I'd totally prefer you left me in the dark while the two of you smirk and snicker at my expense."

Shibusawa actually seemed hurt at Dazai's tone and frowned.

Fyodor stood up and walked over to stand next to Dazai, who stared at him with a hard look. "In that case, maybe it would be best if we just showed you."

Without another word he leaned down and grabbed Dazai's collar and pulled him into a kiss. He broke away quickly and let go of the other not giving him time to react. Dazai stared at him both shocked and dumbfounded, both things he didn't feel often.

Smirking, he sat back down in his chair. "There. Have you figured it out now?"

If anything he was even more confused than he was when he first got here. What Fyodor did made no sense to him. He shifted in his seat and turned his gaze to Shibusawa who was just staring at him with a calm expression that gave nothing away. He could feel his mind racing as he started to try and make sense of things. He kept coming to the same conclusion, but refused to say it out loud.

'Why would these two want something like that from me?'

He finally calmed his mind enough to speak. "Why?"

Shibusawa seemed a little taken a back by the simple question.

"Why? Why not? both me and Fyodor find you appealing, and it is something that both he and I have done many times before, so why wouldn't we want you to join us?"

Dazai felt himself blushing in embarrassment. He tried looking over at Fyodor, but the look he had didn't help. It was a look of pure lust. The last expression he ever expected to see directed at him from that one.

He looked down at the table and tried to think of what he should do. He knew he should try and leave, but for some reason he just kept sitting there. He tried to tell himself that there was no way in hell he actually felt the same way as the other two did, but the thought of the two older men running their hands over his skin made his heart race with excitement. He shook the thought away, shocked by himself for even imagining such a thing.

Shibusawa stood up. "I'm getting tired of waiting, so.."

He leaned down, face next to Dazai's, close enough they were almost touching. "...what's your answer, Dazai?"

He turned his head and stared into deep red eyes. All his thoughts seemed so foggy, all he could focus on were those eyes, and those lips, too close to his own. Before he knew what he was doing he leaned forward and brought them together. They moved against his without hesitation. Hands pulled him closer to the edge of the chair, closer to him, and he followed, not even trying to resist.

His heart was so loud in his ears and his breathing was becoming quicker. He closed his eyes as he felt Shibusawa drag their tongue across his lower lip. He didn't open, retaining some self control.

Arms wrapped around him from behind and pinned his arms down making him gasp. Shibusawa took advantage of that and plunged his tongue in. Dazai jerked from the sudden shock of being grabbed, but he was pinned from both sides holding him still.

Fyodor started leaving gentle kisses and nibbles from his ear down to his neck. The sensation made him squirm and a small moan left his throat. Shibusawa pulled away and looked at him. He smiled in satisfaction. Dazai's blush was now a deep red and his chest was rising and falling heavily. His red eyes glinted.

"Let's take this someplace more comfortable."