"I mean," Yonekuni said, not even really bothering to smother his laughter, "I think you should let them have their way, otouto. They did save your dumb ass."

Shiro did try to stifle his laughter - try. Poorly. He hid his face in his mate's shoulder at the depth of affront on Kunimasa's face.

But he remained where he was, sprawled in the middle of his bed with his mates pushily fussing at him, both of them showing fluffy ears, swishing tails - and the claws and teeth that had made their point about their mate so very . . . clearly.