fic: Ménage

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Title: Ménage
Series: Death Mark
Character/pairing: Yashiki/Mashita
Rating: NSFW
Word count: 5,119
Summary: Past meets present, as Yashiki's past self forms a bond with Mashita as well.
Author's note:

this has extremely big late game spoilers, so I'm putting note under the cut.


I had this (bizarre) mental thought of Mashita having a threesome with Yashiki and the Masamune channeled from the past and went from there.

A threesome where two of the three are the same person. Just the past version and the present, post-amnesiac self.

*

Of course he was around the old Kujoh mansion all the time. His partner was there, after all. Leave him alone too long and Yashiki tended to get in trouble. He hung around. To work, to fuck, to get drunk and end up on Yashiki's couch or bed, depending on how much he'd drank for the night.

He hadn't seen Yashiki in a while--more common than one would think, in a mansion like this.

"He has to pay a fortune in heating bills," Mashita said under his breath.

This time he saw Yashiki staring at the clock. Just from the way his posture was, and this air about him, Mashita knew. He fucking knew.

He knew when Yashiki got his psychic bullshit going on. He'd look pale--paler than usual--and sometimes tense. Like he might break from the effort.

And Mashita would have to get him out of it. Call him an idiot. Sometimes take the keys from him and calm him down until it was better.

Mashita gripped Yashiki's arm and turned him around.

"You..."

Yashiki, or whatever took over Yashiki didn't say anything at first.

And here he was again. The person before him was Yashiki, but not quite the same. He knew there was something in the way he held himself, but looking at the details was like one of those find the differences! puzzles.

He looked similar to Yashiki. But Mashita notices slight variances.

Fucking hell, what had Yashiki gotten himself into this time? The psychic bullshit, that was Yashiki's beat. It wasn't like he could shoot a ghost. Although Mashita sure would try.

(Well, technically he had. O-Shimi. But Yashiki said Daimon had theorized that this was merely rituals preformed to soothe the monsters to release.)z

His grip on Yashiki's arm tightened, as if he could pull Yashiki back from whatever hell he'd gotten himself into.

"Who the hell are you? A damned spirit? A ghost? What did you do with Yashiki? Let him the fuck go, or--"

Or what? He'd shoot him? That wouldn't work. Exorcisms, that sort of thing... that was Yashiki's lane. Not his. Ever since he started to date Yashiki, all that time ago, he'd gotten more used to little signs of the spiritual. Like prayer beads in the bedside table, ofuda near the stationary. He was always running into little reminders that the Kujoh family dealt in spirits.

Yashiki--or whatever had taken over him--smiled. Not a smirk, a sneer, but something wry and somehow, sad.

"A ghost...now there's a new one. A funny turn of fate, considering..."

His voice was the same tenor, but surer, and perhaps more thoughtful. It didn't have Yashiki's self-deprecating air, but there was a similar dryness. There was a resignation to him, like someone who had been given an impossible task.

Not the man who had to figure out himself, but the heir of a cursed family who had been given an impossible task.

"...You're Masamune right now, aren't you?" Mashita said.

"You can tell so easily? You really are...impressive."

Earlier, Mashita would've told him to cut the crap. Now, he suspiciously surveyed the man who was his partner not just in work, but in everything, really. The guy he'd fallen completely, stupidly in love with. So much that he'd go right into danger, fight ghosts he couldn't see to stay with him.

"I studied all about it. Starting with the Kujoh family. It seemed a good place to begin, considering so much of the Kujoh family was tangled up. I found a picture of you--of Masamune--and recognized right away."

"You knew?"

"If I went back, I'd die. I'd already been cursed twice. ...I wanted to come back. I had to stop myself so many times."

Even though they'd been together for years, he'd never admitted it. How much he'd regretted leaving the mansion. How he had to convince himself near nightly not to drive on back.

It'd be damned suicide, walking there and fighting ghosts with Yashiki. It didn't matter if Yashiki drew his eye. There were other men. Men who wouldn't get him almost killed for hanging around.

And he had told himself that as the days passed and he got more and more restless. He'd never admitted either how he was damned glad that he got to buy that drink for Yashiki.

Masamune had a sort of confidence that Yashiki lacked. The kind of confidence which got people killed.
Mary had hollowed this out of him and stolen it away. Left him with a self-deprecating sense of humor and a whole lot of trauma.

She'd turned Masamune into a ghost, and Yashiki was the husk that was left when his memories, his very identity was stripped away. A sullen older man, a bit of a packrat who solved cases with broken umbrellas, and doubted his own abilities.

A man who was too damned kind for his own good.

"Yes, I am Masamune. Not a spirit, exactly. I still exist in the past. Time is more fluid than anyone knows.
"I guided him, the best I could. Saya always had the stronger spiritual power, even in death."

His voice grew sad as he said the words. In his time, Saya must still be alive.

"I had come to say goodbye...then I saw you."

Masamune smiled. It was even a bit sultry. Like the way when Mashita would lean in for a kiss and ask if Yashiki was ready for bed.

And Mashita could've laughed. This wasn't anything about spirits. It was about his partner being weak to him whatever time it was. So much so that his fucking past self wanted a piece of him.

A version of Yashiki who hadn't ever met him still took one look at him and lost the plot. Ended up here for what, even? To flirt with Mashita?

And funny to think they probably would've ended up like this however their paths crossed. Even if he was Masamune Kujoh, the head of a prestigious and cursed family. If they'd run into each other at an intersection or bar, they still would've ended up at the same place.

Solving cases together when they weren't having the hottest, most intense making out (and fucking) he'd had in his life.

Mashita smirked. "You have a type, eh?"

"Maybe," Masamune said.

"Tell me. Is he terrified in there? He said he got guidance from the past before. He always gets weird when spirits affect him. Sometimes I have to snap him out of it."

"Confused at first. We've come to an agreement. He'll come out sooner or later," Masamune said.

"Humph, so that's it...Going across time and space for a booty call. You really are hopeless, whether you're Yashiki or Masamune."

"What can I say, you caught my eye. Perhaps it was foolish to stay, even for this long...But..."

Yashiki stepped past him, past his grip. Mashita wasn't about to let him go so easily.

"Going so soon? You went through time just to leave? Come on. You're not a coward," Mashita said.

He came closer, and gripped Yashiki's coat collar to drag him down to his level. This was the face of the man he loved, even if it was a version of him from the past. Who'd traveled across time and space to--kiss Mashita, apparently. Probably more.

(Okay, there'd definitely been something along the line of healing and letting go, but Masamune kissing him was definitely going to happen.)

"You ever think that maybe I want all of you? Every damned last piece of it. Your past, your present, your future. I'm a greedy asshole like that. So...give it to me, already," Mashita said.

The clock dinged. In this light, Mashita could see the passion in Yashikis dark eyes.

Masamune kissed differently than Yashiki. He was a bit more aggressive, with more sureness. Mashita held tight to Masamune's trench coat as they kissed. His lips tingled, not just from passion, but from the spirit energy from his partner. So strong even someone like Mashita could feel it.

The kiss deepened, but he recognized it. The hands on his back, drawing him closer with an almost desperate need. Like he was filled with the fear of losing him? That was Yashiki. Was this Yashiki coming out, or was this the shadows of Masamune reflected in Yashiki? He suspected the former; Masamune hadn't lost enough to cling that tightly.

Either way, it was comforting. A sign of the man he loved, in whatever form he was in. Mashita drew away for a second to catch his breath.

"You okay, Yashiki?"

"Yeah...You recognized me?"

"Of course I do, you dumbass. We're partners, remember? Not just for solving cases, either. I'd definitely know if it was you, or something else possessing you again," Mashita said.

"Ha....good. Are you okay with this?"

Mashita smirked. "Maybe you'll find peace with your past. And I get a threesome. Win-Win."

They headed up the stairs, to the first bedroom they found. It didn't even matter that it was a guest bedroom, or that it meant extra sheets would have to be cleaned. A lot of the rooms were identical in this mansion, anyways. Yashiki mentioned something about it being done by earlier Kujoh family heirs to confuse spirits, and protect the sleepers. Sort of how in the western tradition of bridesmaids, where the identically dressed women were to draw away spirits.

Mashita was damned tired of his coat, his suit. Yashiki reached to help, but Mashita pushed his hands away.

"Just let me do it. You'd probably rip the buttons off."

For once, it wasn't an insult, but a testament to how aroused the man before him was. It was Masamune again. Drifting in and out between the man his partner was, and what Mary and adversity turned him into.

Masamune undid his clothes, and even his glasses. They were left there at the bedside table.

Masamune climbed up on the bed, already half-hard.

"You sure do get hard quick for an old man," Mashita said.

"You do things to me," Masamune said.

And Mashita knew that well by now. The way they couldn't keep their hands off each other. How it'd been just different with them. Not even the threat of death, and curses could keep Mashita from coming back.

Mary had once told him that Yashiki and his fates were entwined. She'd lied at every opportunity, just to feed on Yashiki and the rest of their fears. But, there'd been a little truth in here. Even a broken clock was wrong twice a day, after all.

Sure, he didn't put stock in any of that fate bullshit. Fate was what you made it. But there was a rightness when he was around Yashiki. Enough that he'd had to hold himself from going back to the mansion--back to him. And now, look at him. A damned paranormal cop. Make that a paranormal ex-cop.

The last of his clothes were off and left on the floor. Mashita climbed into bed, and Yashiki--or was it Masamune?--came in beside him. He was drawn close, rather gently. Too gently, even. The way he'd have to demand to go harder.

The kiss was soft, and Mashita knew it was Yashiki for sure. Because the man Masamune became never would've dealt with acceptable loses. He would've fought until the bloody end, and never hurt anyone if he could try.

Mashita ran his hand up Masamune/Yashiki's body. Whatever his partner's name was, Mashita still found himself so drawn to the damned man. Apparently he had a type too, and it was sullen old men.

His face was cupped, held tight as the man kissed him. Masamune, he thought. Surer. Stronger. His kiss left Mashita's toes nearly curling with so much unbridled passion. Masamune's tongue slipped between his lips, and he began to run his hand appreciatively down Mashita's body.

This was the kiss of a man who'd put his passions in the backseat to try and stop an immutable evil. Masamune fucked like a man who just got out of prison, and in some ways, dealing with Mary had been like bars over his life.

"Are you sure?" Masamune said softly.

"Fuck me already," Mashita said. It came out rough, like a growl.

He reached up to cup Masamune's face. "Both of you. Come on. Fuck me."

Masamune ground his dick against Mashita's ass. Mashita bit back the growl at the back of his throat. Damn, he wanted Masamune in him. Yashiki, too. What could he say? He was a greedy bastard, and a bit of a cockslut too.

Okay, more than just a bit.

"Gimme a sec," Mashita said desperately. The last thing he wanted was to pull away from Masamune's embrace.

Mashita dug into the beside table. He always had condoms and lube stocked in every room in the house. With the way they want, he always wanted to be ready. With one last sultry look up at Masamune, he rolled it down his partner's cock, and gripped the base tight, just to enjoy the girth of his partner's cock in his hand.

"Now, go ahead and fuck me."

He let go of Masamune's cock reluctantly, only so Masamune could move in closer. On the bed, his back down as Masamune kissed him like there'd be no tomorrow. And in their line of work, there might not be. Masamune's weight pushed him into the mattress, enough to make it creak. He took sharp breaths as Masamune slipped deep inside him in a strong thrust.

He fucking loved the moment when he was filled up. When his hips moved to push Yashiki's cock in as hard and deep as he could manage. Masamune's hands--which were Yashiki's hands as well--held onto him so hard that Mashita was sure he'd have bruises.

All the times Mashita had to outright demand Yashiki go harder on him, and his past self would've fucked him until he screamed. Go figure.

Masamune thrust in perfect and deep. Maybe his connection with Yashiki helped him know just the way to fuck Mashita, because Yashiki had refined that to a perfect art.

And Mashita took it, he gladly took it all, every thrust, every breath as Masamune leaned in to kiss him desperately. Perhaps it was good that he was fucked so hard and desperate that he couldn't even say words, because he couldn't say which name to say out loud. Both, maybe. Because it was both fucking him. Masamune in spirit, Yashiki in body. Or Yashiki/Masamune, the line between them far less jagged than Yashiki would like to think.

His breath grew hotter, harder. Masamune fucked him harder than he could imagine. Good thing no one had come for a while, because he gritted out fuck, fuck, fuck over and over as Masamune thrust into him just right.

"Fuck--"

He came hard and fast, the bed creaking beneath him. The fuck trailed off into a long, drawn out moan. The pleasure was quick and intense. For a few seconds, he'd feel nothing but pleasure.

Before Yashiki--and Masamune--he'd be out of bed soon after. He didn't stay. Didn't want to ruin a good fuck with a shitty awkward post-coital interaction. But after meeting Yashiki, he stayed. He fucking cuddled without complaining.

(Complaining too much, at least.)

For a few minutes they just lay there, basking in the afterglow. Yashiki hadn't even pulled out of his body yet. Mashita shifted and pulled apart to get a cigarette. He always had one after fucking. Even if he was exhausted.

His partner moved to pull him close. And it wasn't post-coital, either. He could feel a hard cock against his ass. How the hell had that old man gotten it up again without magic involved?

"What the hell, we're not eighteen year olds. Fucking again so soon will leave us limping."

"You want to stop?"

It was a softer voice. More self-effacing. He knew that voice. And loved it, too.

"Oh, you wanted a turn too, huh? Fine. Fuck me, Yashiki. I can take it. I might have to make you run errands for me tomorrow, though."

"So no different than usual?" Yashiki said.

"I should kick you out of bed for that," Mashita said.

He didn't, though.

He could feel the kiss on his mouth, and another, lighter kiss on his neck. Somehow, Masamune found a way to touch him. Had to admire his determination to pass space and time to fuck Mashita. This time he was on his side, spooned together as Yashiki kissed his neck.

"We don't have to, if you don't want to," Yashiki said softly.

"I said fuck me already," Mashita gritted out, growled as he ground himself against Yashiki.

Mashita bit his lip when Yashiki came inside him. Perfect girth, and much gentler than Masamune. Masamune was unrestrained passion. Yashiki was often too gentle for his own good. He was already tender, his cock so hard again it almost hurt.

And he was way too old to be fucked this hard again, but what the hell. His body could take it, he thought. Though he'd probably regret it tomorrow.

He'd had hangovers before. This would be like that. Choices which were probably poor, but felt so good.

Yashiki wrapped his arms around Mashita and held him close as they fucked. Spooned him close, so he could wrap his arms tight about him, and kiss his neck. Yashiki let go, to reach around to grip the base of Mashita's cock, and stroke him in time with each thrust.

It was amazing how the same man could fuck so differently. Yashiki was gentle. Too gentle, a lot of the time. Enough to get a yelled demand for more or harder. Masamune had been almost blinded by passion, so desperate for a warm body and solace that he'd pushed the limits of space and time to fuck Mashita's body.

This time, coming almost hurt from its intensity. It still felt amazing. And Yashiki stayed close, his hand still at the base of Mashita's cock, his cock still deep inside him as Mashita basked in yet another orgasm.

Mashita reached out, and lit up another cigarette. He was sweaty, had his own come down his stomach twice over and his hair was even more of a mess than usual.

He was also completely well fucked.

"You fucked me so hard, you probably forgot your own name," Mashita teased.

"Not this time," Yashiki said.

"So. Past self traveling to fuck me. Perfectly normal for a weekday," Mashita said.

"The past always exists. Even when I lost the memories, Masamune was searching too. Trying to help me find a way to defeat Mary."

"Hell of a way to make peace with your past self," Mashita said.

Like it wasn't the best sex of his life. Which was saying something, because Yashiki was pretty good in bed for a former amnesiac.

"I'm not sure I did. Even if I did lend him my body. His mistake cost countless lives. Including Saya."

"Don't be a dumbass, Yashiki," Mashita said. "You know how many times I had to make hard choices while I was on the force? Every damned day. And sometimes, people died. It's something I have to live with. It's just what happens when you have jobs that involve protecting people."

Gray smoke came up from the cigarette, which was perched between two fingers.

"Detective, head of some family that deals with spirits. It's the same. We're both trying to solve cases and save people. And sometimes, you can't save everyone. Think of it this way. Masamune found a ticking time bomb. He tried desperately to detonate it, but didn't realize just how dangerous the explosive he had. His training hadn't prepared him for something this deadly. But, if he hadn't taken action, it would've been the sort of explosion which would've killed whole cities. Maybe the whole country, or world would've been taken down with Mary if you didn't act."

Yashiki remained silent at that.

"If you could time travel and do it all over again, would you?"

"I'd find another way. No matter what it took," Yashiki said.

Well, it was one thing answered. If Mashita and him had met earlier, before all this mess started, Masamune would've been just as down bad about him as Yashiki was.

And he would've probably fallen deep, too.

Mashita always demanded to be the little spoon. It was nice to be curled up in his partner's arms. Even better to wake up with morning wood against his ass.

And, if someone came through that door, he could reach out and grab the not-quite-legal gun he kept with him

They'd ended up asleep after a while, curled up against each other.

*

The mansion sprawled around him, but different. Mashita realized that. It wasn't so empty. It was....glowing, white. A landscape of clouds, yet still the mansion. He was surprisingly light in this...whatever it was. Realm.

A dream. A fucking dream. And he was aware? What kind of psychic bullshit was this?

"You pull me to the past? I'll never forgive you if you mess up time and space with your psychic bullshit. Come on, Masamune. Don't tell me you're so desperate for a lay that you're being a dumbass," Mashita said.

"It's just a dream," Masamune said.

"And you're what, an incubus? Can't get enough of me huh?"

"I can't," Masamune said. He leaned in and kissed him. For a probably non-corporeal dream kiss, the man had skills. "I should let go. Let the future alone now that he's defeated Mary. But, I can't."

"Come for seconds, huh? You're pretty spry for an old man. Pretty damn horny, too," Mashita said.

Yashiki was behind him, his arms wrapped tight about. This time they didn't share bodies, but each version of the man Mashita loved was against him. Yashiki kissed his neck as Masamune kissed his mouth.

When Masamune parted his lips, Mashita spoke.

"I can take you both. Love you both. There's room," Mashita said.

His clothes disappeared like wisps of smoke. Yashiki kissed his way down Mashita's stomach, as Masamune kissed down his shoulders. He could feel Masamune's hard dick grind against his ass.

"Go ahead. Fuck me," Mashita said. "I fucking dare you. Dare you both."

Masamune smiled, sultry and all too ready to accept Mashita's offer.

Yashiki's mouth was warm about his cock. Masamune took him so deep, Mashita's mind blanked at the sheer depth of pleasure at being filled to this degree. Then, Masamune moved. Yashiki licked the tip of his cock, as Masamune thrust deeper and deeper inside him. There was so many sensations that Mashita's mind was whirling.

In this dream state, he took Masamune's cock easily. No reaching for lube or condoms. Nice to know the magic dream threesome he was having didn't have to be bogged down by reality.

When Masamune had his fill, it was Yashiki's turn to push into him. His hips moving and grinding as he gladly took Yashiki as deep as he could as well. He'd come hard, again and again. Filled up with both versions of the man he loved. Both Yashiki and Masamune held him from each side.

And that's how it was, for hours. Passed from Yashiki to Masamune over and over in this bright, glowing version of the Kujoh Mansion, until he finally woke to the harsh light of morning.

*

He'd fucking creamed his pants. Multiple times, even. Masamune had fucked him through his dreams. Yashiki, too, somehow.

Mashita kept getting in these fucking bizarre situations. Usually brought about by ghosts, and dealing with the Kujoh family. Of course, he didn't expect to have the past self of his partner to fall in love with him and keep coming back just for a taste of him.

It just wasn't a situation Mashita had ever thought he'd be in. Not that he'd minded getting that well fucked, multiple times, even.

He'd never admit that he'd softened a bit with Yashiki. That even part of the time he managed to not be an asshole to him. To maybe even be something like nice.

A real accomplishment, just as anyone who knew him.

Yashiki stirred beside him.

"Morning," Yashiki said.

"You remember that dream last night?"

Yashiki looked unfocused without his glasses. He stretched, and reached for them. Once his vision came into focus, he finally responded.

"Hmm? Oh... I remember."

"I do too," Mashita said.

Yashiki let out a breath. "It was...something."

"Yeah, it was fucking something all right. You two both fucked me senseless," Mashita said.

Yashiki chuckled. "I suppose that's one way you could put it."

"Listen, I'm no good at this sappy crap. But, I'll say it once. I love every damned part of you, all right? The heir you were, the man you became, and what you'll be later on. All of it. So stop your moping about the past already. Grieve for what you have to, but stop being guilty about what you couldn't stop. I love that part of you, too. If that doesn't work, take up more drinking until you forget."

"I'm not sure alcoholism is the answer," Yashiki said dryly.

Mashita pushed himself up. He noticed something on the bedside table. Something suspicious. Like an amulet, or some other kind of spiritual bullshit.

"What do you have there?"

Yashiki's brow furrowed. "I don't remember leaving that there."

"Maybe Masamune did," Mashita said.

"He might have. It's... I've been making graves," Yashiki admitted.

"Like that little spider you put in your pocket," Mashita said flatly.

He nodded.

Mashita blew out an annoyed breath. Of course Yashiki fucking was doing that again. Maybe half of the Masamune booty call was a warning that Yashiki was doing dumbass things like risking his life to soothe spirits again.

"A Kujoh to the end. Even when you can't stand it," Mashita said.

"You spend way too much time sympathizing with the dead, but that can't be helped. You're a dumbass, and I love you anyways. So, fine. I'll help you solve the cases, and dig the holes for these graves. But don't expect any kind words from me. I'm not that kind of man."

Not to anyone but Yashiki/Masamune, anyways. Mashita could make room for them.

"Thank you, Mashita."

Long ago, he would've told Yashiki to cut it out. Now, he just took the thanks. Didn't make a big deal of it.

He took one last kiss. He was in dire need of a shower, and a cup of coffee.

*

Out to the kitchen, which was large, and western, like much of the mansion. Mashita dug around near the coffee maker. The cupboards were noticeably empty. Yashiki hadn't gone grocery shopping in quite a while.

"You forgot to buy coffee creamer again, didn't you?"

"...Sorry. We got sidetracked on that trip by a spirit. Then Masamune returned," Yashiki said.

"Figures. I'll just drink it black."

Only to find there were no coffee filters, or beans either. Mashita drew a long, angry breath through his nose before he finally spoke.

"Tell your spirit friends they need to get in fucking line, because I am not going without my coffee. Meet me in the garage. We're going grocery shopping," Mashita said none too kindly.

And that was that.

*

Yashiki drove. Mashita made up the shopping list. They'd been way too busy with cases. There was so much to get. It'd probably take them half the day at this rate.

They really should stock up more, but Yashiki had a knack for practically tripping over every spirit in a ten mile radius. And of course, he'd have to purify them, and listen to every sob story, and probably save a cat on the way. And garbage. If there was one thing for sure, Yashiki would find some utter trash that would somehow break a case right in two.

He had an utter knack for this strange skill. Probably would've driven Mashita up the wall if they'd been cops together. Yashiki digging through the garbage and picking up things that might be useful. Not even bothering to check them for fingerprints. If ghosts even had fingerprints.

"It really doesn't bother you?" Yashiki said.

He kept his eyes on the road.

"What? The lack of coffee? It really bothers me. I thought I was clear back there. I need my fucking coffee, Yashiki. You won't like how cranky I get without it."

"Masamune," Yashiki said pointedly.

"Bother me? You kidding? You both fucked my brains out. Surprised I can even walk today. Then when that wasn't enough, you both went and fucked me on the astral plane. And I don't even believe in the astral plane, but apparently I got fucked on it."

Mashita lit up a cigarette. Yashiki and he no longer battled about smoking in the car, the house, whatever. Yashiki just learned to shut up and enjoy the scent of cigarettes on him.

"Kinda a shame we never crossed paths before then. I bet we would've hit it off. Maybe I could've helped you with that problem."

"You probably would've just shot Mary," Yashiki said dryly.

"She'd deserve it," Mashita said.

"And if he comes back?"

"I'll make room in the bed for him. Because he's you, just from the past. Masamune, Yashiki, whatever you become or name you take... it doesn't matter. I'll take them all. So stop your worrying already. We have coffee beans to get, and you're about to miss your turn," Mashita said.

"Oh, damn," Yashiki muttered. He had to swerve to get in the right lane for the the store.

Mashita smirked.

"What would you do without me? Get lost, apparently."

"Probably more than that. You've saved my life several times," Yashiki said.

"And knowing you, I'll probably save your ass plenty of times more," Mashita said.

The van came to a stop as Yashiki parked. Mashita pulled out the list and strode into the store.

The past was left behind, for now. Though Masamune was sure to show up again one day. For once, Mashita wouldn't mind if these ghosts haunted him.