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Silver rose and emerald green met in whorls of shimmering brilliance at the horizon as far as the eye could stretch. The sound of running water as it flowed around rocks that had been there for more years than any of them could imagine was soothing, settling to nerves that had been on edge for too many weeks, too many months.

Ranma plopped down unceremoniously in a dewed patch of velvet soft grass and yawned sleepily. The moon shone down, its full face smiling at the trio that stood there on the edge of the babbling stream. Akane settled onto the warmth of a nearby rock as Ryouga stood in-between the two indecisively. Ryouga's breath came unsteadily as he whispered ethereally, "It's beautiful, Akane-san..."

"Akane," she corrected quietly. "Or Akane-chan, either one." She smiled mysteriously. "After all, we might as well get used to it. I don't know about you, but I think we're going to be sharing something very precious for quite a long time."

"You mean...?" Ryouga asked hesitantly.

Akane gave a delicate shrug. "I don't see why not. We both love Ranma and he can't make up his mind which of us he loves more.. or even if he loves either of us less equally."

Ranma felt a vague sense of dissatisfaction with being talked about as if he wasn't present but, by the grace of the kami, he managed to keep his mouth shut.

Ryouga gave a shy smile, his dark lashes brushing against his cheeks with sudden serenity as he gave a long pent-up sigh of relief and smiled at Akane with a brilliance that almost made Ranma jealous. "I'm glad you're going to be reasonable about this..."

Akane wrinkled her nose cutely. "Someone had to be. Besides... he loves *both* of us... It's not really like the other fiancees..." Akane glanced at Ranma, Ryouga's eyes following hers.

Ranma flushed as they both looked at him. Akane's look was one of predation, as if she was hungry for him; Ryouga's was full of a strange tenderness, one that he hadn't seen in long years. He watched nervously as a glance passed between them, laying back to watch the sky as stars began to come out, twinkling and shining above him. It always surprised him that you could see stars so near to the edges of Tokyo. They weren't all THAT far from the dojo, and it was difficult to see them there, sometimes.

Ranma closed his eyes as the evening breeze brushed against him, caressing his arms and his face, lightly blowing the hair away from his face...and then he felt them, one on either side, warmth where before there was none.

It started slowly -- the touch of a hand here, the caress of lips there. Akane curled into Ranma, facing him and kissing him thoroughly, taking the time to explore the shape of his mouth and the touch of his tongue and the way that his teeth fit just so. It made him shudder as she lifted one of her small hands and laid it against his diaphragm at the same moment that Ryouga cupped his larger frame to spoon against Ranma's back, one of his large hands settling lightly against Ranma's hips. A sudden vision of the three of them tied into pretzel-like knots ran through Ranma's imagination and he was highly tempted to laugh but he managed to hold it back as Ryouga's mouth settled hot and wet against the back of his neck. Ranma's mouth came open in a soundless gasp of pleasure, his back arching and giving Akane the opportunity to lean forward and take his throat with her own kisses.

Ranma felt as if he would explode, fall apart into thousands of shards of ecstasy as the twokissed, hands not moving, only their mouths touching him. He could see the heat in Akane's eyes as she lifted her head and lightly pressed her soft, swollen mouth against his own, could feel Ryouga as he leaned over his shoulder and captured Akane's mouth with his own, brushing a kiss across Ranma's cheek tenderly. Akane's fingers went to the soft ties and buttons holding Ranma's blue shirt together, the material a perfect match for his eyes. As Akane slipped the buttons from their moorings, Ryouga slowly pulled his arms back behind him, sliding the material over them until his chest was bare.

Ranma missed Ryouga's touch for a moment and then it was back, bare against him and he saw from Akane's appreciative glance that Ryouga's chest wasn't the only thing that he had bared. Ranma felt Ryouga's arms wrap within his own again, pulling them back and leaving him open as he arched back against Ryouga with a low groan, the heat of the Lost Boy's chest transferring to his own smoothly muscled back as Akane pulled her soft cotton t-shirt over her head to toss it into the nearby heap, reaching behind her to tug apart the hooks and eyes holding her bra together. She came back to press against Ranma, one of her hands placed tenderly atop the one that Ryouga had replaced on his hip.

Ryouga's lips seemed to roam all across his shoulders and upper arms as Akane began to nuzzle gently at his chest, her tongue flickering across the sensitive kernels of his nipples. The keening whimper Ranma gave caused shudders to run through all three as he arched his hips forward to press against the material of Akane's jeans. He could feel Ryouga pressing against his buttocks, the rigid feeling of the velvety shaft pressing just against the place where Ranma's thighs met, nudging gently at Ranma's testes through the soft material of the black pants that rested lightly on his hips. Akane reached her hand around Ranma's waist, leaning up to give him a kiss that made his head spin even as she grasped Ryouga's shaft and made him moan loudly in Ranma's ear.

Each movement was like a dance, limbs tangling and coming loose, fingers searching, probing, finding, tickling and soothing, palms warm in the cool evening air. Before long, all three were bare to the moon's glory, bodies slick with sweat as they pressed tightly together.

Ryouga felt an irresistible desire to reach up and pull that dragon whisker loose from Ranma's hair again, to feel it spill in silken wash over his fingers and hands; somehow, he resisted that hunger and reached instead to cup Akane's head in his palm as she kissed her way down Ranma's firm belly, her fingers wrapping around his shaft as she began to suckle him tightly. Ranma's hand reached behind him to grasp Ryouga's cock, stroking in time with the motions of Akane's mouth even as he shuddered with the pleasure her touch brought him. Ryouga pulled his hand from Akane's hair and reached to part Ranma's buttocks, Ranma helping by lifting his thigh and settling it across Akane's waist. Ranma moaned loudly as Ryouga's fingers teased gently at the hole he found there, playing lightly for a moment before he invaded Ranma's body, listening to him hiss with the pleasure-pain of the feeling. Ryouga felt something swell and burst inside of him, all of his anger and depression welling up and overflowing and disappearing beneath the onslaught of this unrivaled experience and then he felt it -- Akane's hands reaching between Ranma's open thighs and pressing against his own, opening to lightly cup him. Ryouga whimpered loudly and pulled away from Akane's hands, unable to bear the extremity of the pleasure as he gasped to catch his breath, his fingers brushing inside of Ranma just right. He could almost feel the moment that Ranma exploded inside of Akane's mouth, could hear his moans of pleasure as he went limp, leaving both of them unsatisfied in their need for him.

Ryouga smiled demurely as he pushed Ranma onto his back and pulled Akane up so that they were both kneeling just over Ranma's head. He began to kiss her, his lips tender and sweet as his hands roamed across her breasts, listening to her moan as she arched her back and let her own hands caress his pectorals. Ryouga allowed his left hand to brush down the curve of her waist; he had always known that Akane would be this ethereal creature, beauty and light and wonder all wrapped up in one package. The similarities between the feelings that he had for Ranma and the feelings he had for Akane made him shudder with need for them both.

Ranma glanced up, slight jealousy filling his soul before he shrugged it away. If *they* weren't going to behave badly, neither was *he*. With lightly probing fingers, he began to stroke the little nubbin of Akane's clitoris, making her moan and sway audibly above him. It was quite a surprise to Ranma when she sort of.. collapsed right there above him, bringing her within distance of his tongue. Any of a thousand thoughts flit through his mind -- most of them concerning rumors involving tuna -- but his curiosity got the better of him and, just as Ryouga's questing fingers nudged against the spot his own had touched but moments before, Ranma's tongue flickered to taste the dew of her honeyed flesh.

Chills shot down Akane's spine and her cry was born of love and passion and something that escaped her thoughts at that particular moment. Ryouga held her as she shuddered against him, sobbing his name and Ranma's in soft breaths and gasps. She opened her eyes and they were both there, such handsome young men, and the realization ran through her that they were *hers* and it made her even hotter.

Ryouga could feel his nerves balancing finely on edge, his chi at a fever pitch, as if all of the sexual tension could be poured straight into an attack. After all this time, his mind seemed to flow directly into battle innovations even now -- he almost laughed at himself. He closed his chocolate dark eyes for a moment and when he opened them again, he could see the pleading look on Ranma's face, the look of need, as if Ryouga hadn't already tumbled him once today.

Akane leaned forward and captured Ryouga's rod in her mouth, hot and wet and Ryouga knew why Ranma couldn't resist the desire to come when she did this to him; it sent tremors quivering across his skin. Ryouga moaned loudly and then she removed her mouth and Ranma was there before him, his lips warm against Ryouga's. Akane touched Ranma's shoulder and he turned and knelt between her thighs, slowly moving down so that his hips were pressed lightly to hers, on the verge of entrance.

With careful motions, Ryouga moved up behind Ranma, a hand on his shoulder, careful not to squish him into Akane as he searched for just the right spot. He heard Ranma's loud groan as he found it, pressing until he felt the tight ring of Ranma's anus close around the mushroom head of his shaft. Beneath Ranma, Ryouga could hear Akane giving soft whimpers of pleasure as his weight brought Ranma's own heaviness to bear against her, Ranma's shaft burying slowly inside of her even as his own was burying deep inside of Ranma. Ryouga's hand brushed past Ranma's cheek to gently caress Akane's pleasure-filled face, a shudder moving through his soul as he pushed slowly until he was seated completely inside of Ranma.

Akane whimpered, looking up at both of them. This was so erotic, the weight of them both pressed against her, Ranma's hands caressing her breasts, Ryouga's lightly touching her face, Ranma's body pressing against her clit and making her shudder. The look on Ranma's face was intense, full of the most fabulous exultation she had ever seen there; a look so full of raw passion as he moaned above her and buried his face in her throat to sob with it that she was filled with tenderness, bringing her hands up to stroke his shoulders gently, rocking with him in motion to Ryouga's thrusts.

Ranma felt as if he would fly apart at any moment. Clumsily at first, he thrust back to Ryouga's own plunging hips, pressing forward into Akane with motions that weren't quite right. It took them a few moments to settle the rhythm but once they did, they soared, bodies chasing as if they were kites flying through the afternoon sky.

Akane found fulfillment first, the light brushing motions intensified by the heavier motions and her face glowed like the setting sun, her voice loud as she cried out their names and broke the frangible silence of the glade, her muscles clamping down around Ranma, making him shudder and cry out. Ranma pressed deeply inside of her, giving a strangled groan against her chest as he plunged inside of her the final time, sobbing as Ryouga continued to thrust, his body becoming hypersensitive. Finally, Ryouga groaned and stiffened behind him, shuddering as he filled Ranma with liquid heat and tumbled down into the pile of sweaty limbs and flesh.

It was a long time before any of them spoke and when someone did, it was a single word from Ranma. "P..p..pretzel..."

And laughter filled the moondrenched clearing.

The screams were deafening, threats from the one, soothings from the other.

"WHERE IS HE, YOU BASTARD!?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY BAAABY!!!" The screams fell off into low sobs as Ranma's father paced back and forth frantically, trying to come up with some kind of answers to his wife's demands. He could hear her chanting to herself behind him, "N..never should have let you have my *baby*... I.. I knew, knew what kind of, of.. of PERSON you are and..." the sobs intensified, "and I *LET YOU TAKE MY BABY*!!!!! I should *KILL* you, you miserable son of a bitch!!!" she screamed at him.

What little patience Genma had wore thin and he reached out to shake his wife roughly. "Your *baby* is some kind of weird fucked up little yaoi boy, Nodoka. Don't keep thinking that he's a baby anymore. No, he's a travesty, nothing like what I brought him up to be and you wanted him to be! I will *not* commit seppuku! I fulfulled my promise -- I brought him up to be a man!! Bah! He's as easily corruptible and weak-minded as you are!" His hand flew across her cheek roughly and she fell at his feet in a miserable, sobbing heap.

Ranma watched it all from the dojo roof -- every motion of this twisted play was clear to him now. His mother loved him, oh, yes... loved him so much that she sent him away with that twisted asshole who was his father simply to get Genma out of her life. Tears gathered in his eyes but he restrained them manfully as he watched his mother sob after his father stormed out of the room, her katana cradled lovingly in her arms. He had a feeling that he knew what she would want to use it for. Ranma sighed softly and then he felt them, first one and then the other, settling down warmly against him. Akane's voice shivered in the air, "I'm so sorry, Ranma..." Ryouga's hand simply went to Ranma's shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

Ranma lowered his head and looked at his shoes. He had.. had never known things were this way. Looking up, he announced, "I'm leaving."

Ryouga and Akane looked at one another worriedly.

The sky was streaked with fingers of salmon, clouds of sapphire shimmering above the dojo as the trio of shadows walked away from the building slowly. On the table lay a note, explaining why they were leaving and telling their families that when they were willing to accept all three, they would be willing to return. One of the shadows had thought this was the cowardly way out, but the other two were more worried about his health than his pride.

With the sun rising blood-red and orange in the morning sky, they left their small Nerima and went out into the wide, wide world.