"You are sure you were not tracked?"
Roysdon downed his whisky in one swallow then nodded.
"I'm absolutely certain. I'm not stupid, Raphael."
The businessman eyed him narrowly, then poured another drink.
"Very well. You can stay here until - how do you so quaintly put it? - the heat is off."
"That might be a while. This is big, Raphael. It's not just going to blow over, not with the Agency involved."
Carlos fell silent, frowning. It was a risk, offering hospitality to the Briton, yet it was also a matter of honour: those who owned or dealt in pets had to unite in their own defence.
Well, Carlos was rich, and eminent, influential in his own country - he could take the risk. He forced a smile and turned to one of the flunkies standing to the side of the room, snapping his fingers.
"Take Mr Roysdon's luggage to the Verona suite. He will be staying with us for a while."
Turning back to the erstwhile 'removalist' Carlos inclined his head. It would be safer not to let the Briton know about his Angelfish - nor about Gino, come to that. What he didn't know he couldn't let slip.
"Follow Piedro - he will conduct you to your suite. We dine at seven."
Roysdon relaxed a little, eyes closing briefly then fixing on his host.
"Thank you, Raphael. You won't regret it."
"I had better not."
Gino lay on the half-submerged 'bed', Maria in front of him, lying limply against his cold body. Weakly he wrapped an arm over her shoulders, and wondered if anyone would ever come to them again. His thoughts drifted, remembering...
Maria gagged helplessly as Franco thrust viciously into her throat, his hands clenched tightly in her hair. He was big, bigger even than papa... The guard was grinning, keeping up a low monologue as he fucked her mouth.
"Yeah, that's right, take it all you bitch, you little slut... fuck you fuck you... gonna fuck your arse..."
Tears rolling down his face, Gino sat on the edge of the pool, desperate to help the mermaid but knowing that if he so much as twitched Franco would show those discs to their owner...
Franco froze with a loud groan, hips jerking sharply as he came, then pulled out of her throat, slapping a hand over her mouth, pinching her nostrils closed and leering down into big frightened, despairing eyes.
"Swallow it, bitch."
Unable to do anything else, she complied, gagging as she forced the bitter liquid down. He stroked her face roughly as he pulled himself to his feet, brushing pool water from his legs and reaching for a towel. Maria pushed herself backwards, swimming to the middle of the pool as fast as she could. The guard smirked at Gino then ruffled his hair.
"Your turn next time, sweetie."
Without a backward glance he sauntered out of the underground room, locking the door behind him, and Gino immediately floundered into the water and towards the mermaid, pulling her into skinny arms and holding her trembling body against his. She wept silently against his shoulder, and he kissed her forehead before wading over to her half-submerged couch.
Everything had grown worse in the last three weeks, ever since that Englishman had arrived. Gino was no longer allowed into the villa: he spent all his time here, locked in with Maria. Franco brought them their meals, and fucked one or other - and occasionally both - each time. But they saw very few other people. Carlos sometimes visited, but never for very long, and without his usual enthusiastic aggression. Finally the visits stopped altogether.
It was frightening, not knowing what was happening above ground. Franco wouldn't have told them anything even if they'd asked. At least he and Maria had each other.
Then one day, nobody came. The anticipation, the waiting, was worse than Franco actually being there.
No-one came the following day, either. Gino had tried to escape, to force the door open, but it was steel, and locked and bolted from the outside. The lift that served the poolroom was stuck at the top of the shaft, and they had no way to call it down - and the shaft walls were smooth as glass, as Gino found when he tried to climb up. Defeated, he snuggled up to the mermaid and tried to ignore the hunger clawing at his belly...
At least they had water, from the taps in the anteroom.
He'd lost track of time. They'd tried to comfort each other, but as what must have been days passed with nothing to let them know whether it was day or night outside, they grew weaker, passing through hunger and into a strange clarity, where the body seemed unimportant, light and hollow, and only the fact that they were together mattered.
He realised, dimly, that unless someone came soon, they would starve to death.
No one came.
Stephan was frowning at the monitor when Devon returned from a training session. The TK draped his arms over his lover's shoulders and kissed the top of his head.
"What y'readin'?"
Stephan kissed his wrist a little absently.
"It is an Agency bulletin."
"Interesting?"
"Sad."
Frowning - what on earth could be in an official notice that Stephan could find sad? - Devon shoved the Frenchman over a little and squeezed onto the chair with him, snuggling against the lean, strong body and peering at the screen. Moments later his eyes opened wide.
"Fuck... Those fucking bastards..."
The language was dry, but nevertheless affecting. Richard Roysdon - Devon felt sick at the mention of the name: he'd made a complete pest of himself until Greg had told him all about the removalist's pet brothel and the details had made him feel ill - had been tracked to the private estate of one Carlos Raphael, a major and very rich industrialist, just outside of Florence. From there Agency staff, James amongst them, working with the local authorities had bided their time until the Italian had been contacted by a wealthy Spanish businessman regarding his 'specialist services'... Carlos hadn't been stupid enough to agree to deal with him - but the Italian had contacted his team of biotechnicians and warned them not to respond to any attempt to coerce them into action.
It had been enough to provide 'reasonable cause' for him to be brought in for questioning - along with Roysdon. And once in custody...
It had taken weeks for the order to be granted to search Raphael's memory, and by the time James had found the location and entrances to the underground poolroom, Gino and Maria were dead, their emaciated bodies curled together pitifully on the sodden couch-thing in the middle of the pool.
Two weeks later so were Roysdon and Raphael, victims of a couple of unfortunate 'accidents' in the holding facility while awaiting trial. Their deaths had been extremely painful, apparently, and long-drawn out...
Stephan snarled quietly, then turned to his lover and buried his face in the vibrant copper hair.
It could have been Devon.
The TK hugged him tightly, trembling against him.
"But it wasn't, love. And it never will be. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
"But to die, when 'elp was so close..."
"I know..." Devon kissed the marksman. "But they're at peace. And it won't happen to anyone ever again. We won't let it."
Which was no consolation to those who had died... But Devon was right. They could do nothing for the victims except make sure they hadn't died for no reason. Stephan took a deep breath and nuzzled his lover's neck. It would be a long time before they all fully recovered from the events of the last couple of years - but in the meantime...
Life was sweet.
Ewan gently flicked his thumbs over the tinkerer's nipples.
*Will the rings have to come out if you're breastfeeding?*
Cloudie shivered, pressing close to her lover.
*Probably.* She tilted her head to kiss his throat. *But they can go back in afterwards.*
The musician grinned, letting his hands drop to her hips.
*Good. I think I'd miss them.*
Cloudie laughed.
*I'm sure there'll be plenty of other things to occupy your mind.*
Ewan's grin faded, replaced by uncertain hope.
*Are you sure this is what you want?*
The tinkerer took a deep breath.
*Frankly, love, I'm terrified,* she wound her arms around his neck, closing her eyes and pressing her cheek to his. *But yes, this is what I want.* Cloudie pulled back a little, searching Ewan's face. *And you? Are you sure?*
The musician broke into a beaming grin and Cloudie giggled as he picked her up and spun her around.
*Oh yes, a thousand times yes!*
Still grinning, she quirked a sardonic eyebrow.
*Oh good. Just so long as you're certain.* She disentangled herself, bouncing away from him. *Hurry up and get dressed, they'll be waiting for us…*
In the half-year since Rowan had taken off Cloudie had achieved a measure of peace within herself. She still fretted after her brother's safety, still castigated herself for not doing enough for him. It didn't matter what anyone said to try and reassure her, the guilt Cloudie felt at failing him would be with her for a long time to come.
But the past six-months hadn't been all bad: Ewan had come to live with her and everything had worked better than Cloudie could've hoped. She'd been worried at first that he'd get lost amongst her stuff, be swamped by her personality, but that hadn't happened. Instead Ewan had slotted into her life as if he was always meant to be there. They were equal, and complimentary, and his collection of dragons was now mingled happily with her eclectica.
Cloudie was blissfully content. Her and Ewan's relationship had developed over the past few months into something far deeper than she'd ever had with Nick, or James for that matter. They were open with each other, knew each other intimately. There were no secrets between them and Cloudie felt profoundly secure. It was glorious!
The pair had even made plans for their future together, something the tinkerer realised she'd never been comfortable doing with previous partners no matter how deeply she'd thought she'd felt for them. Ewan had cut back on his commitments to the Wyverns and was studying part-time to become a music teacher. He played a variety of instruments, and sang, and enjoyed the imparting of knowledge. He was looking forward to becoming part of the Agency's educational staff. Cloudie hadn't been sure at first: Ewan loved performing with the band, but the musician had quickly reassured her that giving that side of his life up wasn't such a great sacrifice.
*Yes, I love it, Cloud, but it's not the be all and end all of my life. Touring can be loads of fun but it can also be really lonely.* Ewan had nuzzled her neck as they lay tangled together on the couch, *I want a home, and family. I want to be with you, I want to belong.*
Gazing long into forest green eyes Cloudie had no longer doubted her lover's sincerity. It had been then she'd finally let go of any lingering insecurities and committed herself fully to a life with him.
Holly had been delighted to hear they were planning to start a family soon. The medic had given them thorough check-ups and pronounced them both fit and healthy though warned them not to expect to conceive too soon after Cloudie's implant ran out. The tinkerer had been using the contraceptive for years, it might take a little time for her body to readjust. But they weren't to worry about it - Holly had advised with a grin - if there was no joy within six months then they could investigate a further, but she could see no physical reason at least for them to have any problems becoming parents.
Ewan emerged from their bedroom, his hairbrush clamped between his teeth while he tucked his soft cotton shirt into his jeans. Cloudie laughed and retrieved the brush then waited for the musician to finish dressing. Presently Ewan flopped down onto the floor at her feet and the tinkerer set about tidying his hair. Cloudie loved brushing Ewan's hair, it was long and silky and lovely beneath her fingers. It'd grown a few inches since they'd been together prompting the tinkerer to suggest that he not cut it at all. Ewan had agreed and Cloudie had discovered the musician was amenable to other suggestions as well. She slid her hand down his lean body to gently palm his crotch. Through the denim she could just feel the heavy silver ring threaded through the tip of his penis. Ewan groaned, leaning back and tilting his head to kiss the underside of Cloudie's chin.
*Stop that or we're really going to be late.*
The tinkerer chuckled evilly but withdrew her hand.
*I'll save it for later, then.*
*Yes, please.*
Ewan reached up to cup her cheek, stroking his thumb over the faded spiral tattoo.
*Ready?*
It was a multi-layered question. Ready to go? Ready for the implant's running out in less than a week? Ready for what would probably be the last evening of this type with Devon and Stephan?
*Yes.* Cloudie smiled down at her partner. *Let's go.*
Trey pulled the brush firmly one last time through Alexei's mane of fine black hair then ran his fingers through the silky, near-waist length mass, sighing contentedly.
"You look fucking gorgeous. Sure I can't tempt you to just stay here and fuck me?"
Alexei smiled at his lover's reflection in the mirror, dark eyes twinkling.
"But I am hungry, vorolye."
Trey pouted.
"Hey, that's my line!"
"And I am borrowing it... But after dinner..."
Trey grinned and nipped at the Russian's earlobe, tugging gently on the little diamond stud there and blessing Nisska: the little imp loved sparkly things and had nagged Alexei into having his ears pierced. They still hadn't managed to persuade the Russian to wear anything but studs (so far, but there was plenty of time...), discreet and tasteful...
As was the slim golden bangle Alexei now wore around his slender left wrist, the inside inscribed with his name and Trey's. And the fine silvery-grey velvet vest he was currently wearing underneath a fine black silk shirt, and the black jeans snugly and subtly outlining the curve of muscle in his legs - and the delectably rounded curves of his arse and groin...
Trey liked having Nisska around.
"Are we ready, then?"
Alexei nodded, then twisted to brush the American's lips with his own.
"You look very good, also."
Trey grinned; his attire was similar, though the silk was heavier and he'd foregone the vest. And opted for deep russet shades, which complimented himself and contrasted beautifully with Alexei's paleness. He slid his hand into his lover's.
"We look like sunset and moonlight!"
Alexei regarded the mirror for a moment, then smiled.
"Indeed we do. It is a pleasant effect."
Trey raised a sardonic eyebrow.
"Pleasant? Love the understatement, lover. Let's go make 'em all jealous, shall we?"
"Hiya! Sorry we're late!"
Cloudie grinned brightly at the four men already seated. Stephan smiled.
"Do not worry, Nuage, we 'ave only just arrived ourselves."
"Oh good." She leant down to plant a smacking kiss on Devon's lips, then a slightly more subdued one on Stephan's cheek before turning to grin impishly at Trey and Alexei watching from the other side of the table. "How is everyone?"
Trey chuckled.
"Well, us two're fine…"
Alexei nodded, then smiled at the tinkerer.
"You look charming, Cloudburst."
"Thank you." Cloudie chuckled even as she blushed at the compliment. "But please, Alexei, just call me Cloud or Cloudie." She smiled her thanks to Ewan who'd pulled out her chair for her, then settled herself at the table. "Cloudburst sounds so formal."
Ewan sat beside her, twining his fingers with hers on the starched tablecloth. Not a possessive gesture in any way, simply affectionate and loving. Eyes shining, Cloudie brushed a kiss over his cheek before turning back to their companions.
"Can we order? I'm famished…"
It was a good meal, with good companions - yet Alexei was aware of the undercurrent. Heh, even a flatscan could have felt the tension building! Devon and Stephan kept touching each other, gentle little touches, and after a while Alexei realised that Trey was imitating them, brushes of his fingers on thigh, and hand, and back, and neck. Alexei shivered, the touches arousing him, and Nisska was positively purring as he squirmed.
It was quite obvious what the others intended after dinner.
It was also quite obvious that he and Trey wouldn't be expected to join in. Devon had told the Russian, in loving, nostalgic detail, the sorts of things he and his friends 'got up to', and it sounded... alien to Alexei. He couldn't envisage the kind of open promiscuity Devon was talking about. Then again, he'd reminded himself, his own introduction to sex had been a nightmare... The only person he'd ever given himself to, willingly, had been Trey.
And Nisska was curious.
Which troubled Alexei. While they'd come to a beautiful and mutually beneficial compromise in most things, the Russian was fully aware that in some matters Nisska simply wouldn't give way.
He had a sneaking suspicion an orgy was one of them...
Trey, he knew, had had many lovers, both male and female, in his life, but no-one else since Alexei. Did he miss the variety? Alexei felt suddenly cold: they'd never discussed it, but... Was Trey ever bored? Did he look at other people and imagine fucking them? Or even worse, making love to them?
The Russian bit his lip, his appetite suddenly gone as he imagined life without the American... gods, he'd rather share Trey than have that happen!
He shivered, intensely aware of the warmth of his lover beside him, laughing at something Stephan had said, and raised his eyes - to see Devon watching him, his expression somehow... compassionate? There was understanding in the pale, bright eyes, a slightly sad smile on soft lips, and Alexei felt himself blushing, a faint tinge of rose across high cheekbones.
Devon was very beautiful. Would be desirable, if Alexei's heart wasn't already given...
Ewan fed the tinkerer the last mouthful of the rich chocolate mousse they were sharing, watching his partner's eyes half close as she savoured the taste. Cloud derived so much enjoyment from food… and other physical pleasures. Ewan shifted on his seat: he had a decent reach as a telepath but as an empath only qualified as close-range. However, that was quite good enough for him to be aware of the tinkerer's simmering arousal, aware in fact of everyone at the table. Devon and Stephan - their occasional sex-partners - were warming up nicely, as was Trey. Alexei, on the other hand… The slim Russian was fretting over something.
Cloudie pushed back from the table with a contented sigh, stretching her arms over her head and arching her back in a blatantly sensuous display. Ewan's hand came to rest on her thigh, stroking softly over the bright cotton of her skirt. The tinkerer grinned at him then arched an eyebrow at Devon and Stephan.
"I think we're done here. Shall we go?"
Stephan smiled lazily and nodded - then glanced at Alexei, the smile fading slightly. Since the deep scan, the emergence of Nisska - Greg (and the inner cabal) had thought that it would be right for Stephan to know about Alexei's 'other', since he and Trey would be working closely together - and the resolving of his problems, the Russian had become a lot easier to 'read', and right now he was almost panicking. The Frenchman inclined his head to Cloud and Ewan.
"Might we 'ave a moment with our friends, 'ere?"
Cloud blinked, then nodded.
"'course you can! We'll see you outside, yeah?"
"Merci..." Stephan waited until the pair had reached the entrance to the restaurant, their arms around each other, then turned back to Trey and Alexei.
"'ow would you feel about joining us ce soir?"
Devon stared, then slapped his lover's shoulder.
"Stephan! Y'know that's not 'lexei's thing!"
The marksman nodded solemnly.
"Mais is it Nisska's 'thing'?"
Trey was staring drop-jawed at his lover, speechless - but with an odd sort of hope in his eyes. Alexei regarded him for a moment, then turned to Stephan.
"I..." He chewed his lip, glancing at Devon, whose expression was determinedly neutral. "I... I want..." He swallowed nervously. "I would like... to join in... if Trey has no objection..." He managed the ghost of a smile as the stunned American shook his head, somewhat dazedly. "But... I do not want anyone but Trey. In... in me..."
Devon slowly and almost reverently took his hand and, raising it to his lips, kissed the palm.
"Then that's what we'll do."
Cloudie hid her surprise behind a warm smile: it appeared Trey and Alexei would be joining them. Ewan nuzzled her ear.
*You're okay with this?*
*Yeah…* The tinkerer smirked. *Are you?*
*Sure. Don't expect either of them to be too active with anyone but each other though.*
Cloudie *snickered*.
*Like I could manage anyone else on top of you and Dev?*
Ewan grinned and out of sight of the others gently tugged one of his partner's nipple rings through the fabric of her form-fitting bodice.
*I'll have no objections if you want to try.*
Cloudie's eyes gleamed.
*Heh, well - last hurrah, an' all that.*
Ewan's smile was loving and mischievous.
*Somehow I can't see you as a boring old married woman.*
*Thank all the gods for that!* Cloudie laughed out loud then smirked at Devon. "Your place is closest, isn't it?"
It had been his decision, Alexei kept reminding himself... The only person he'd ever felt comfortable being naked with was Trey - and now he'd agreed to what Devon referred to as a 'romp' with three other men and one woman. They'd all be naked. Touching. Sucking. Fucking.
He wanted to change his mind, explain that he'd made a mistake - but Nisska wouldn't let him. Helplessly - but with a half-fearful, half-excited heat growing low down in his belly - he allowed Trey to lead him to Devon and Stephan's suite.
It wasn't far, and no one spoke on the way there. Once inside Cloudie snuggled in to her partner, brushing a soft, lingering kiss over his lips before turning her attention to Devon. Standing close to him she bent to kiss first his lips, then along his jaw, little nibbling kisses that trailed down his neck. Lips parted, and already aroused, Devon tipped his head back, granting her better access. Cloudie smirked, flicking a glance to Stephan: the slender marksman moved in behind his lover, snaking his hands over bony hips to undo the fastenings on the TK's trousers.
Devon leaned back against Stephan, pressing upwards against the hands that freed his erection from the pale green velvet - then inclined his head to where Alexei and Trey were watching the activity, Trey bemused, face flushed, Alexei pale and uncertain. The TK raised a hand.
"It's OK. Honest. If you want to change your minds, s'no problem. But..." he blushed, grinning widely, "'ve often wondered what you two look like. Gonna satisfy my curiosity?"
By this time Stephan and Cloudie between them had finished stripping Devon, and the TK stretched, arms raised, then settled back against his lover: the Frenchman slid both hands down to cradle Devon's genitals, stroking, making the smaller man shiver. Alexei could feel Trey's erection twitching where it was pressed against his arse. The American nuzzled his lover's neck.
"You want to do this, love?" It was a quiet murmur. Alexei took a deep breath, then nodded, closing his eyes as Trey unfastened his shirt buttons and slid the garment from his shoulders - then reached for his fly. Moments later, naked except for the silver-grey velvet vest, Alexei shivered as Trey stroked lingeringly down his body.
Cloudie grinned almost challengingly over her shoulder at the watching pair then nibbled and nipped her way down the TK's pale body, shifting to kneel in front of him. She ran gentle fingers the length of Devon's cock lifting it to her lips, then with a smoothness bespeaking a lot of practise Cloudie tongued the rigid flesh, pulling it slowly into her mouth while Stephan kneaded Devon's balls. Ewan meanwhile, face flushed, had sunk to his knees behind the tinkerer and was kissing her neck and shoulders as he scooped her skirt up and out of the way. Cloudie wriggled her knees apart, moaning around the cock in her mouth as Ewan began a stroking exploration between her thighs.
Dry mouthed, Trey stared at the four in front of him... It had to be one of the most arousing, erotic sights he'd ever seen. Unbidden, guilt-drenched images floated in his mind - Alexei in Devon's place, being pleasured and sucked... Stephan fucking him... Alexei as a big wild cat, black fur soft against his belly as Trey pounded into him...
No, that last was too close to what had nearly happened. Trey mentally shook himself, then kissed his lover's neck, fondling his cock, his voice husky.
"Shall we join them?"
Alexei groaned, then twisted out of Trey's grip and wrenched off the American's clothing and the last of his own, rubbing himself against the rigid flesh at Trey's groin.
"Want you... vorolye... want you..."
The tinkerer pulled back from Devon with a groan.
"Bed."
The TK nodded shakily and let Stephan guide him to the bedroom. Blue-grey eyes dark with desire Cloudie got to her feet then plastered herself to Ewan, kissing him passionately as she fumbled with the zip of his jeans. She slid her hand into the denim to grasp his penis, stroking firmly and Ewan shuddered. The musician reached behind her back, managing to get the zip on her dress open enough for the garment to slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor. They were dimly aware of Alexei and Trey moving past them as they hastily finished undressing each other, then a giggling Cloudie grabbed her lover's hand and tugged him into the inner sanctum.
Trey still had enough presence of mind - despite a Nisska-controlled Alexei tugging him onwards - to gape for a second or two at the bed - which nearly filled the whole room and was big enough for at least six people... The American wondered, for a fleeting moment, if he and Alexei could get one that size, then promptly forgot the notion as Alexei dropped to hands and knees on the deep blue duvet and peered back over his shoulder, eyes bright under the soft, silky fringe.
"Trey... want you, love..."
The American hesitated for a moment - there were several different tubes of lubricant, out of reach on the other side of the bed - but Alexei spread his legs, lean, delicious arse just too tempting... Controlling himself with difficulty, Trey eased into the hot, willing body.
The Russian groaned, then pushed himself up and back to rest against Trey's chest, almost sitting in his lap. The American wrapped broad hands around his weeping cock and suckled on his shoulder. Alexei's eyes closed in bliss - only to snap open as a hot wet mouth descended on his penis...
Devon grinned up at him around the mouthful of rigid flesh, eyes half-hidden under shaggy copper hair: Stephan was driving hard into the TK, shoving him forward with every thrust. Shaking, right now not caring what Trey thought about the Briton taking such a liberty, Alexei simply lay back against his lover's chest and moaned with pleasure.
Cloudie pushed Ewan to lie flat on the bed then buried her head in his groin. The musician gasped, his fingers twisting in her hair as she sucked him into her mouth. But it was not the tinkerer's intention to let him come just yet. She kept Ewan simmering, just this side of painful, while she waited for Devon to climax. With his first orgasm out of the way he'd last longer in her arse…
Alexei gasped and bit his lip, trembling as he came. Devon suckled and licked, then kissed up the Russian's body, nuzzling against his throat, and the Russian gripped the TK's cock in shaking hands, pumping hard as Stephan stiffened and climaxed, Devon following him moments later, spilling over Alexei's fingers.
"Oh fuck..." The TK flopped down, twisting so his head was in Alexei's lap. He panted for a few seconds, stroking Stephan's thigh as the Frenchman slid from his arse, then grinned at the Russian. "You're beautiful. Taste good too."
Alexei blushed, unable to think of anything to say, but was spared having to answer as Cloud tugged on Devon's hair. The TK squirmed to join the tinkerer and musician, and as Trey gripped him tightly and came, pulsing into his body, Alexei stared at the sight of Ewan sliding into the woman's cunt, while the newly-aroused Devon eased himself into her arse. Trey sighed in his ear.
"Gotta admit, that's one thing the girls have over us. Two holes to be fucked in. Must be nice..."
Alexei chuckled nervously, not too sure exactly what that meant, but at that moment Stephan stroked his face. The Russian gazed at the Frenchman, but Stephan was looking at Trey.
Alexei felt Trey tense, then kiss his ear.
"Love, if you don't like the idea, just tell us to fuck off. But... how would it be if Stephan made love to you?"
The Russian froze, and Trey cuddled him, comfortingly.
"OK - forget I said anything..."
"Why do you ask it?"
The American sighed.
"I... I just... I'd like to see what you look like when you're being fucked." He flinched, expecting a harsh retort, but Alexei was silent.
Nisska liked the idea.
Alexei liked Stephan, knew the man would be gentle.
Trey had never asked such a thing before...
The American kissed his neck, hips wriggling slightly as his cock slid wetly from Alexei's arse.
"We can go home if you prefer, love."
Alexei chewed his lip, trying to decide what to do. Stephan kissed his cheek lightly.
"It is OK, mon ami. I would not want to cause you any 'unhappiness. We will forget the idea."
"Nyet..."
Stephan raised an eyebrow.
"Non?" He glanced at Trey, who was grinning. "You would not mind?"
Alexei took a shaky breath.
"I think... I would not mind... If Trey stays close."
"Oh, I'll do more than that, love. I'll suck you, too."
Alexei swallowed, cock engorging at the thought of it, then nodded.
"Very well..."
His eyes closed as Stephan penetrated him, the analytical part of his mind noticing the differences... Stephan was leaner than Trey, his penis longer but a little thinner, and uncircumcised. He felt... different. As he eased into Alexei's tense body he stroked the Russian's nipples, an oddly soothing action, and nuzzled under the thick black mane, kissing the nape of Alexei's neck almost tenderly...
And he was a most delightful lover, gentle, responsive, slender elegant hands stroking and fondling differently to Trey... then the American sucked his lover's aching cock into his mouth and all Alexei could do was lie between them and let himself be pampered...
Literally too fucked to move Cloudie sprawled on her stomach watching Trey pound in to Ewan. Her lover was gasping, arching into it, his legs hanging over the American's broad shoulders as his fingers dug for purchase into the bed. It was very arousing… or would be if she had anything remotely resembling energy left. Ewan moaned, lean hips bucking a couple of times as he came, but not copiously. Frankly the tinkerer was surprised he had anything more to unload. The musician shuddered where he lay, riding the aftershocks and gasping for breath as Trey finished up. The American stroked Ewan's cheek, the men exchanging weary smiles, and Cloudie grinned. She'd made the decision to not have sex with anyone other than Ewan from now on - while they were trying to conceive at least - but she wouldn't object if he wanted to play away from home, so to speak. She trusted her partner, knew he wasn't going to go philandering just anywhere, if at all, but he looked so good when he was being fucked...
Trey moved away down the bed towards the remaining activity and Cloudie took the opportunity to drag herself over to her lover. They lay in each others' arms, breathing together slowly, wrapped in lazy contentment.
*Do you think they'll mind if we fall asleep without saying goodnight?*
Ewan *chuckled*.
*I don't think so. Wouldn't be the first time.*
*True…*
The tinkerer snuggled closer to her partner, resting her head on his shoulder as her eyes drifted close.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Devon lay over Alexei's back, moving within the Russian's lax body, a gentle back-and-forth rocking motion, restful rather than arousing - which, Alexei thought to himself, was just as well. He was aching, his lower body throbbing dully. He was beginning to wonder if his prostate was actually bruised... But he sighed and nodded, gaze intent on his lover buried in the musician's lean, wiry body.
There was something incredibly beautiful about watching the person you loved giving pleasure to another - but only as long as you knew they would always return to you. As if he could *hear* Alexei's thought, Trey turned his head and smiled, a deeply loving smile from the eyes, that made the Russian catch his breath. Devon stifled a chuckle, thrust forcefully, and came, collapsing against Alexei and kissing his shoulder.
"You're lovely, you know."
The Russian sighed as Trey's head jerked back, lips parted as the American climaxed, then smiled at the TK over his shoulder. Devon's slight weight was almost negligible in this glorious, languid, sated afterglow.
"So are you."
The TK stared, then grinned.
"Well, if we want to do this again... Not that I'd expect it. I know you and Trey're joined at the hip."
Alexei smiled tiredly and kissed Devon's arm where it lay over his shoulder.
"Maybe. Let us not discount the possibility."
Devon shifted to lie beside the Russian, one hand stroking his hair.
"So glad you're with us, both of you."
Alexei kissed his nose.
"As are we. It was... a good decision."
Devon laughed, then grinned as Stephan snuggled into his side and kissed him.
"You 'ave 'ad fun, both of you?"
Trey had left Ewan - who had immediately cuddled into Cloud and fallen asleep - and moved to cradle his lover to him. Alexei sighed and nestled back into his embrace.
"Yes, thank you. It has been instructive."
"And an 'onour, for us." Stephan caught the Russian's hand and kissed the fingers. Trey laughed tiredly.
"D'ya mind if we crash here? Not sure I could walk..."
Stephan grinned.
"No, of course not." He raised an eyebrow. "If you are very lucky, I might make breakfast, later. With the right persuasion, of course..."
Alexei was the last to fall asleep, snuggled into Trey's strong warm body, surrounded by good friends, like-minded individuals and talents like himself. Home. At long last.
He smiled to himself. The future looked good...
© 2005 February 13th Joules and Lutra Darkside
© 2005 Wavewrights