— and Chen shudders and holds onto Kaleva's shoulder tight enough to hurt and his eyes roll back as he finishes. 

Kaleva holds him. "It's okay," he says, "it's okay, we've got you, I love you."

Sasha rises and curls up on Chen's other side on the couch. "We've got you," he echoes, kisses Chen's forehead, "I've got you." 

"You've got me," he agrees. He's smiling. "You've got me." 

That worked out really well! Score one for rape!

He snuggles on Chen's shoulder. 

Chen is probably a little bit evil for having enjoyed that but it's hard to care too much when Sasha and Kaleva are both cuddled up to him. 

"You're both so warm." He sounds half-asleep. 

Sasha laughs and kisses him. "You sound exhausted, let's get you to bed." 

Kaleva stands. "Up!" he says, tugging on Chen's arm.

He lets himself be led and then doesn't let go of either of their hands. 

"Stay?" 

"Of course," Sasha says, and gets his jeans off with the hand he still has and curls up next to Chen. 

"...Chen, I think you might be overestimating the number of people who can comfortably fit in a twin-size bed."

"Mmmmm." He's got one arm draped over Sasha and his eyes are closed. He lets go of Kaleva's hand. 

This is problematic, because normally Kaleva's solution to moving furniture is "get Chen to do it", and Chen is currently a pile of happy and possibly evil mush. 

Oh well. Kaleva starts dragging his bed across the room to Chen's. 

When he feels Chen's breathing even out, Sasha slips out from under his arm and helps, and kisses Kaleva and slips back into Chen's arms when they're done. 

Kaleva snuggles up against Sasha and falls asleep.

He wakes up the next morning surrounded by Sasha and Kaleva. 

It takes him a moment to remember what had happened last night.

(Is he sure he wasn't dreaming — yes, he's sure, Sasha wouldn't be in his bed otherwise —) 

Once he remembers what happened last night, he knows he not going to be able to get back to sleep. He keeps still anyway, doesn't wake them up. 

Kaleva wakes up a few minutes later. "Good morning," he says and kisses Chen's forehead.

(He'd said no, it wasn't his fault — he's pretty sure you're not supposed to be happy and grateful when someone rapes you — he'd said no that means it doesn't matter whether he liked it or not, it wasn't his fault and it doesn't mean —) 

"Good morning." 

"How are you feeling?"

"Good! Really good." 

He adjusts the way he's holding Sasha; Sasha makes a small mrr sound but doesn't wake up. 

"...I think we should keep the beds like this. And possibly keep Sasha."

"Yes. We should. I see what you meant about his roommate, by the way." 

"...I feel like a bit of a hypocrite saying that he's awful because I too am awful."

"As far as I know you've never casually referred to people as merchandise." 

He's holding Sasha more protectively now. 

"Nope, you were present for pretty much the worst thing I ever did."