I put the small chain Madara had gifted me around my neck. It landed beautifully on my collarbones, bending like a boat on a stormy ocean over the pits and ridges formed by the skeleton beneath my skin. I brushed my blow-dried hair until it gleamed, deciding to leave it free; I had gotten the tips cut only yesterday and I knew they would think it looked lovely.

I looked out of the window. The Parisian spring sun was scorching in such a way that one could almost believe it only allowed Paris its secrets, keeping them from every other part of the world. Slightly to the right of the sun was a shy moon, excusing itself for blessing us with its presence during daytime. I put on my light coat, deciding to leave my scarf at home; soon, it would be the first day of no coat of the year once more, my third one in Paris. Oh, how different life was now, compared to last time.

I walked through the spring streets until I reached a small park in close proximity to the Eiffel Tower. He was standing with his back to me wearing a caramel coat that made him look devourable, like a soft cake, his head the whipped cream on top. As he heard me approach, he turned round, and his entire face lit up.

"Hi", he said softly, and to my great surprise, he put his arms around me and hugged me close, then kissed me on the lips as if we were couple.

I loved it.

Tobirama offered me his arm.

"Shall we?" he asked.

We walked in amicable silence.

"You've ever been?" I asked, looking up at the Eiffel Tower.

"No", he confessed.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes. I have refused since I moved here. Thought that if I want to establish myself I cannot do touristy things like climbing the Eiffel Tower. I didn't want to be like Other Girls."

I smiled. That part of Tobirama was very refreshing; he had some strange ideas about who he was and who he ought to be that didn't make sense, but he was completely aware of it. I had never met anyone who was as aware of himself as our beloved T was.

"How about I take you and Maddie there on a date?" I asked.

Tobirama looked at me curiously; it was my first time using the nickname Tobirama used himself for our third half.

"Sounds fantastic."

He looked like he really meant it.

We came to the expensive area of Paris where Madara's apartment was located.

"Have you ever been?" Tobirama asked.

"No", I said.

"Have you and Madara ever..."

Tobirama didn't finish the sentence. I smiled.

"We hung out together once. But we've never made love without you."

Tobirama seemed incredibly flattered by this.

"I wouldn't mind, you know?" he said.

"I know. God, Madara lives here?" I exclaimed, looking up at the fantastic, old building that was preserved to perfection, made of an orange stone with heavy details and beautiful black steel balconies. Living here must cost a fortune.

"Man is loaded", he said.

"Then you must be, too", I said.

"No", Tobirama said. "I donate all my money. The only thing I have is my house, but that was paid for long ago. I only need to pay rent now."

I hugged his arm as we called the intercom.

"You're a good man", I said.

"I wish I could say I did it out of the goodness of my heart", Tobirama said. "But honestly, I believe it's guilt."

"This is what I mean!" I exclaimed.

Tobirama looked confused as we climbed up the stairs; we wanted some time alone together to finish the conversation so we didn't take the elevator.

"What?"

"Sorry. I realise you can't read my mind. Although sometimes I wonder." I smiled at him. "I was just thinking about how refreshing it is that you're so utterly self-aware. You just proved it again."

He seemed taken aback by the compliment. I figured he wasn't used to them; God knew how long this man had been without a relationship, and Madara didn't seem the type to give compliments. Madara showed his love by letting you know how important you were to him, not by complimenting your appearance or your personality. I suspected it was because he expected you to understand that yourself, and had I asked him, he would've thought for one hot second then said that yes, that was exactly the reason why.

Madara stood in his doorway when we came. My jaw dropped. I had never seen him like that. He looked... A little feminine, I thought. I felt Tobirama stiffen up next to me, like a cheetah who'd just seen a prey that was too good not to try to jump at immediately.

"God..." he breathed.

"Hi", Madara said, looking away shyly, making both of us unfathomably hot for him. I was suddenly desperate for both of the men to dominate the fuck out of me.

Madara was wearing a marine blue, loose cardigan that hung off one shoulder in a way that made his tall, broad body seem smaller, his hair was pinned to his head with a large, amber clip and he wore square black-rimmed glasses. He looked fantastic. Tobirama took two steps to him and hugged him close, engulfing him in a way only he could. I stood and stared until Madara reached his hand out, and I took it, and Tobirama moved so I was in between them and they could cuddle me. Both of the men smelled amazing.

"Is this a date?" I asked carefully.

"Yes", Tobirama said. "Yes. It is."

Madara had a documentary on in his enormous, warmly lit living room.

The room was sparsely furnished; a soft, expensive-looking carpet with a large, beige couch, a walnut coffee table and brass floor lamp opposite the big television, the walls bare except for soft tulle curtains covering the windows like a bride's veil. Most of the room was completely empty, but it suited him, somehow.

Madara had ordered takeaway sushi for us, and the couch was perfect for us to snuggle up in to eat, me in the middle. Eating sushi was a great way to learn funny little details about those you loved. For example, I learned Tobirama couldn't use chopsticks for the life of him, even if we spent fifteen minutes trying to teach him until finally, he just used his hand the same way I'd seen him do in his office. It was adorable seeing such a competent man failing such a simple task. And I learned Madara ate his sushi in three bites whereas me and Tobirama took each piece in our mouth whole, and he refused to even try taking it whole in his mouth ("I know you can handle bigger things in your mouth", Tobirama said, and Madara took a pillow and hit him in the face until Tobirama was bent double in laughter). I wondered what the others would learn about me when they saw me eat sushi. Maybe that I couldn't handle spicy foods, exchanging my two pieces that had touched the wasabi ever so slightly for two wasabi-free ones from Tobirama's plate, who could eat the wasabi whole and did so just to show us he could. Or that I didn't like raw fish, to Madara the sashimi master's great disdain, even if he had been kind enough to order a vegetarian one for me.

We talked a little, enjoying our Sunday together. What did we usually do on our Sundays off? Madara usually spent the entire day working out and singing in his apartment. Tobirama worked out as well, but confessed he also did some gardening. I said I preferred to stay home to cook, or play video games with my friends. Having friends seemed to be a strange concept to the men on either side of me; they preferred to be on their own. It might have worried some if their partner (or partners, as in this case) didn't have that many friends, making them wonder what was wrong with them, but not me. I trusted the men endlessly.

Then, when we had rested for half an hour after eating, Tobirama said the infamous words.

"I need to talk to you both."

Me and Madara immediately sat up. On pure instinct, my hand searched for Madara's, and he took mine, braiding our fingers together. We squeezed the other's hand. Please, no.

Tobirama looked to the side, scratching his head. He wore a large grey vintage Aqua Limone sweatshirt that made him look incredibly cosy with his loose, black jeans. We do not want to lose you, I found myself thinking. We can live without you, but it would hurt. It would hurt so much.

"I..." Tobirama tried to begin. Madara hugged me from behind, leaned his head on my shoulder. Both of us looked at Tobirama with intent. "I know I've told you I can't be in a relationship."

"Not this again", Madara complained in a whisper.

"Shh", I said softly, sensing that Tobirama was going somewhere with this.

Tobirama took a deep breath, finding himself again. Then, he finally turned to us, met us face-to-face.

Later in my life, I would come back to this particular moment, this one moment when Tobirama turned to us and opened that Pandora's box, and wonder what could have been. 

"I love you both." We became statues. "I love you endlessly. I can finally see an image of a life in front of me that is more than just me, alone. I want you." His voice wobbled at this last part. "I want it to be the three of us. Together. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Madara was the first to understand Tobirama expected us to actually answer this.

"You mean..." Madara squeezed my hand. "You want the three of us to be in a relationship?"

Tobirama nodded. I hid my mouth behind my hand.

"Tobirama..." Madara mumbled.

Tobirama clambered over to him then, reaching over me and kissed him. I backed off a little in surprise, then sighed by the proximity of the two men kissing basically on me. Madara put his hand in my hair, disconnected from the kiss, kissed me instead and Tobirama took the moment to back off, unbuckling his belt, pulling his trousers down (no underwear seemed to be the way he went), grabbing his length as he sat back, watching us.

Madara kissed my neck to my collarbone, pulled my top over my head, kissed my chest down to the hem of my trousers. I put a hand on his face as he undressed my legs, spreading them and I couldn't help but blush, just a little.

"Hashirama." I turned to the white-haired man masturbating to our play. "Eyes on mine."

I kept my eyes on Tobirama as Madara pushed two fingers inside me, and as he rhythmically started to move them in and out, in and out, he took me into his mouth, twirling his tongue simultaneously as his fingers performed magic tricks inside me. I was a moaning, heavily breathing mess after only seconds and I had to force myself not to lose contact with Tobirama, who hissed desperately as his own hand was in no way enough to satisfy him. The rhythmical movement of Maddie's fingers inside me was maddening, making me crave a sweet taste in my mouth.

"I want you in my face", I breathed to Tobirama, my voice ragged and he immediately understood because he went to me and forced me on my back to straddle my face, reaching a good position that enabled me to eat him as Madara ate me.

"Fuuuck..." Tobirama sighed as I started working it. "Fuck, you're good."

I liked it when Tobirama praised me.

I heard Madara clamber out of his silky trousers that slid off his body like water, then grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders.

"It's not fair..." Tobirama purred. "You were not dealt with as me and Hashi came last time."

"You can do me later", Madara said, gliding into me softly like a whisper that became a scream on the inside of me. I had to release Tobirama's dick for a while, and the white-haired, ten-year-older man offered me his hand and I bit down to avoid screaming too loud, but my sounds still escaped around his skin. Madara was equally rhythmical with his dick as with his fingers, and I found it hard to stay down on earth. Tobirama, usually gentle, grabbed my hair harshly.

"May I force you?" he asked softly, grabbing my chin with his free hand to re-establish eye contact.

I nodded, and he pushed my head forwards, causing me to deep-throat until my eyes teared.

"Tobirama, be careful with him!" Madara said from where I couldn't see him behind the marble sculpture man who sat on my face, his voice genuinely worried.

My heart melted.

"No..." I complained. "I like it."

"Promise to tap me if it's too much", Tobirama said.

I promised, but in the end Tobirama had to stop anyway because Madara was so worried about me that he begged us to stop, the gagging sounds I emitted too much for him to handle.

It made me want to hug he skies out of him.

Tobirama was touched as well, so much so that he demanded Madara immediately.

"But I'm not done", Madara said darkly, not as touched by the situation as we were, his no-bullshit personality shining through, and started thrusting me like a maniac.

Tobirama went and stood behind him, let the two of us, Maddie and me, establish eye contact as the black-haired man thrusted, hair stickily sweet on his shoulders, glued to his skin by sweat, until he, to our surprise, started moaning until he came inside me with a scream.

Tobirama didn't even let him finish before he bent Madara forwards so he landed with his hands on either side of my shoulders, penetrating him from behind. He didn't give him a chance to recover before he started thrusting, slower than Maddie but much, much harder, making the black-haired man scream in equal parts pleasure, equal parts pain. I could do nothing but kiss him, left with only my hand. The frustration and jealousy caused by seeing the two men I loved fuck right above me made me come almost immediately.

En par with Tobirama.

Our moans mixed together as we spilled ourselves, Tobirama inside Maddie, me on his and my own skin, and Madara smiled happily, watching me as he saw me come.

And he kept looking at me, so much love and tenderness drenching his expression it made me tear up all over again.

"Boys..." Tobirama whispered, still inside the man.

"I love you", Madara said straight to my face, straight into both of our souls. "I love you so much."

I threw my arms around him, kissed his shoulders as I told him the same, meaning it with each and every one of my heartstrings.

And we loved each other, truly.

The two of us.

And Tobirama bent forwards and hugged Madara from behind.

And we loved each other as well.

The three of us.