Dom!Ferre

"Grantaire, excuse me." Ferre nudged the other man over, sitting next to him on the bench outside the medical university building. "Thank you for meeting me."

Grantaire has been generally moping around all day, and is glad for the interaction with a human who doesn't detest him. "Oh, of course," he says, rather vaguely.

"I was wondering if you'd help me with some diagrams I have to draw." Ferre flushed, so obviously it was something intimate.

Grantaire raises an eyebrow at this, becoming more attentive. "Oh?" he says, feigning innocence to torment the medical student a little.

"Well, of the male genitalia and the ...rectum." Ferre coughed politely.

R stifles a laugh. "Ah...and how can I help with that?"

"Well, I can hardly model for myself, so if you would consent to me drawing you, it would be a big help. I could use the medical cadavers, of course, but the color is different and I believe the shape changes too."

It takes a great deal of effort for Grantaire not to laugh. "I see," he says, pretending to be seriously contemplating. "Well...I suppose...if it will further your education..." This is the most fun he's had all day.

"Thank you." Ferre smiled gratefully, still looking quite embarrassed. "I have a medical room reserved for an hour, if that would be alright with you?"

"Oh, that soon? Well, alright." Grantaire stands, snickering quietly while he's turned away, before presenting a serious face to his friend again. "Shall we?"

"Yes." Ferre smiles back, completely unaware of Grantaire's snickering. He leads him to the quiet, small room with an examination table. It is, of course, a little chilly. "Would you undress?"

Grantaire disrobes at great speed down to his drawers--he has no problem showing the rest of himself, especially to embarrassed medical students, but he's always shy about showing his junk. And it's a little chilly.

"Your drawers as well." Ferre suddenly seemed less shy and much more clinical. He's already got his sketch pad out and is sketching the general shape of R's hips.

Now it's R's turn to blush, as he quickly pulls them down, back turned to Combeferre, and sits on the examination table, knees drawn up almost daintily to conceal himself.

“Sit up straight, please, facing me." Ferre asked.

Grantaire sits up straight facing his friend...with his legs still squinched up so that nothing is revealed.

Ferre firmly but delicately spreads Grantaire's legs. "Please stay still." He starts to sketch R's shy manhood.

Grantaire allows himself to be positioned, trying to hide his blush, delicately staring at the wall, the ceiling, the door...anything but his friend.

Combeferre finishes his drawing fairly quickly. To R's surprise, he sees that the medical student has a fair amount of skill. His art looks just like a medical diagram, the lines all steady and exact. He flipped the page. "Would you pull back your foreskin, please?"

Grantaire does so, a little less shy now. He's not completely sure how to position his hand, and looks as though he's about to masturbate.

"Yes, that's fine." Ferre smiles at him reassuringly, drawing again. Once he'd finished that one, he stood, posing R how he wanted him so that the other man was leaning against the wall, cock up against his belly so his testicles and anus were exposed.

R smiles back a little, holding still and then letting himself be repositioned. He feels delightfully vulnerable, and wonders what Combeferre is thinking.

Combeferre draws his cock, testicles and anus, not even a trace of a blush left on his face. "Perfect." he smiled. "Would you make yourself erect for me?"

R's eyes widen as he faces the wall. "Uh..." is all he manages, glancing down at his flaccid cock, and his testicles which are nestled up against him for warmth.

"Oh, I apologize, would you like to be alone for a few minutes?" Ferre still seemed perfectly calm.

"I...um..." Grantaire realizes, to his dismay, that their roles have been quite reversed, and he truly hopes that his friend doesn't.

Ferre waits patiently for an answer, finally asking. "Would you like me to do it?"

Grantaire nods, biting his lip a little.

Ferre puts down his pencil and pad and crosses the room to Grantaire. He takes the other man's flaccid cock in his hand and starts to stroke in the most clinical way Grantaire has ever seen.

Grantaire has a sudden, horrifying image of Enjolras walking in on this and shooting him, which doesn't really lend itself to erection. Also, Ferre's dry hand is rather...chafing.

After a few moments, Ferre looks up at R. "Is something wrong?"

"Um..." he says, squirming a little uncomfortably. "Could you...you know...lubricate?" He's rather horrified by how tentative he sounds.

"Oh, of course!" Ferre chuckled, "Forgive me, I didn't think of it." he digs through the cupboards before finding some kind of lubricant, spreading it on his hand and warming it up.

"That's alright," he says, the chuckle oddly comforting. "Thank you," he says, trying to think of erecting-things.

Ferre started to stroke Grantaire again, pulling up a stool so he could sit as he did it.

Grantaire spreads his legs further, clenching his ass a bit, wishing it were being stimulated as well.

Combeferre bites his lip a little, trying to remain clinical. He's finding himself becoming... interested. More interested than is appropriate. Grantaire is erect by now, so Combeferre backs away, wiping his hand clean of lubricant with a cloth before going back to his sketch pad.

Grantaire gives a quick, helpless gasp of disappointment, before remembering the purpose of this. He shows off his bits as best he can.

Combeferre finishes drawing, spending a little extra time on the detail of this one, lip still pinched between his teeth. His own trousers are feeling a bit tighter.

Grantaire is watching, for lack of anything else to do, for signs of...interest...on the medical student's part. He begins to suspect there is some, and grins to himself while his friend is busy drawing.

Combeferre puts the sketchpad aside carefully, keeping himself very much in check. "Thank you, I think that's all I need." he's a little flushed again.

Grantaire nods, pleased to have the control back. "I thought you needed the anal anatomy, as well," he says innocently and hoping for something up his butt.

Ferre blushed. "I.. I did, but our hour is coming to an end and I didn't want someone to come in with you undressed."

"Well, it is quite late...do you think they'll need this room?"

"I'm not sure, there are often students here all night, though." Combeferre blushed. "Perhaps we could continue another time..."

"Alright...or we could go to your flat," he says, as innocently as that can be said.

Ferre nodded. "Yes, we could do that if you wanted." he offered, shyly.

Grantaire hops down and gets dressed, a little awkwardly with his erection.

Ferre gathers his sketchbook and things, putting them in his bag and opening the door, leading R to his flat.

R follows him in, having walked there rather stiffly (no pun intended). He's quite interested to see Combeferre's flat.

Ferre's flat was a strange mixture of highly organized and extremely cluttered. There were books on every available surface. He had them stacked along the walls, neatly alphabetized on shelves that covered even his windows and some of the piles had clearly fallen over and were taking over the floor. There were a few other curiosities as well; a human skull, a lot of paper, notes and sketches, some unidentifiable chemicals and a doctor's bag.

Grantaire raises an eyebrow and laughs nervously. "If I didn't know you, I'd be concerned..."

Combeferre looks surprised. "What do you mean?"

"Your flat is a bit...odd..." he says, carefully, and stepping around various objects.

“Yes, I'm sorry if it's a bit... cluttered." he chuckled. "I just have no time to clean it."

"That's alright, I understand. So, uh..." he begins undoing his clothes again, before either of them lose their nerve.

“Yes, thank you." Ferre flushed, digging through his doctor bag for lubricant and a few other things. He cleared some books and papers off his bed so Grantaire could lay down.

Grantaire strips completely down, his shyness almost completely gone. He lays on his front with his ass elevated, his cock hardening fully again in expectation. "...is this alright?" he asks, a bit breathily.

"Yes, that should be fine." he hears Combeferre squeezing out some lubricant, then feels a few soft, lubricated fingers massage his tight ring of muscle.

"Ahh..." R sighs, leaning back into the probing fingers, rocking a little

Combeferre prepared him excruciatingly slowly, as if he expected Grantaire to be an anal virgin.

R rocks on the fingers, clenching as hard as he can, biting his lip to keep from moaning. He's completely forgotten why he's here.

Combeferre, meanwhile, is exploring the curves of the inside of Grantaire's anatomy.

R keeps rocking, trying to guide Ferre along to where he wants him, not really helping the process his friend is trying.

"Hold still, if you can." Ferre murmurs, sliding in a second finger and curving them both.

"Ahh...yes...sorry..." R spreads his legs further, trying to be still, bucking suddenly as the fingers curl.

"Sorry, did that hurt?" Ferre asked, sliding the fingers in smoothly and brushing up against R's prostate.

"Nnnnoooo..." he says, tremulously. "Ahhh!" he cries, rocking harder to rub the finger tips over the sensitive place.

Ferre removed his fingers, wiping them on a cloth and sketching quickly.

R cries out, nearly falling off the bed as he shoves his hips backward trying to find the fingers. "...Ferre!"

"What?" he looks almost... mischievous.

"I...ugh...ahhhh..." Grantaire doesn't see the mischievous look as he's bent with his forehead touching the bed, hands clawed into the spread. "...nothing..." he says, finally.

Combeferre slid the fingers of his left hand in as he continued to sketch with his right. "It's very difficult to draw like this," the medical student says with a sigh, withdrawing his fingers. "I can't see anything." He shows Grantaire the drawing, which looks like some sort of blobby sea-creature.

R gives an answering sigh as the fingers are withdrawn.

Combeferre has an idea, and quickly produces a strange metal instrument, which he lubricates.

Grantaire watches, a little apprehensively.

"This is a speculum," Combeferre says, warming the device in his hand, and demonstrating how it opens and closes. "It will, ah, spread you, so I can look inside. Is that alright?"

R nods eagerly.

Satisfied, and rather aroused himself, Combeferre slides the lubricated metal into Grantaire's opening, letting the other get comfortable before he begins to squeeze the handles, opening the implement.

Grantaire sighs happily, bucking a little around the metal filling him. One of his hands flicks toward his aching cock, with a questioning look at Combeferre.

Face a little flushed, the medical student nods. "As long as you keep fairly still, you can touch yourself." He opens the speculum a little more, turning the screw that keeps it in place.

Grantaire's hand falls onto his cock and he begins stroking, quite enjoying the sensation of being slowly, mechanically stretched.

Combeferre continues to open the device, until it is completely open, exposing Grantaire's ass completely. He begins to sketch again, more confidently. One of his fingers touches the exposed flesh between the blades of the speculum.

Grantaire cries aloud, his hand jerking furiously on his flushed cock, gaping at Grantaire.

"Come," Combeferre commands, suddenly.

Grantaire ejaculates within the next few strokes of his hand, a look of complete astonishment on his face.

"How...Enjolras wouldn't..." he stammers, remembering his previous lover unintentionally training him to perform this trick of coming on command.

"No, Marcelin told me almost nothing about your relationship. Rene told me. Courfeyrac."

"Ah, of course." Grantaire relaxes. "Well. I'm...very pleasantly surprised."

***

When Combeferre had plumbed Grantaire to his satisfaction, he was more erect than he had ever been in his life. In an uncharacteristically forward move, he strips until he is as nude as Grantaire, standing before his friend, pale and with a slightly shy, slightly playful grin. His cheeks and cock are the only colour on him.

Grantaire turns at the sound of the fabric rustling, and blinks in astonishment at the young medical student. "Ferre?"

Combeferre gently pushes Grantaire aside so that there's room for him on the bed, and he lays on his back, legs agape.

"What would you like...?" Grantaire whispers, insecure again.

"I want you to...enter me..." Combeferre says, sounding more confident than Grantaire, unexpectedly.

"...have you...?"

"No, have you?" Ferre asks, cock painfully hard.

"...not like this," R admits, "but plenty...the other way..." He wonders when and how he lost control of the situation so completely.

"Then it will be the first for both of us." Combeferre gently grasps one of R's hands, carefully pulling the darker man closer.

Grantaire hesitates for a moment, but the sight of his friend laying there exposed and so aroused is quite appealing. He allows himself to be drawn closer, his own cock rising in response. He snuggles his hips between Combeferre's legs, trying to figure out this novel position reversal. It occurs to him that he should probably stretch the other, and he carefully lubes a finger, touching the tip lightly to Combeferre's opening.

Combeferre gasps. He has had various things in his anus...for medical purposes...but nothing like this. He bucks his hips, pressing against R's finger.

Grantaire laughs softly and obliges by slowly inserting his finger, watching his friend carefully for signs of discomfort.

Quite the opposite--Ferre was so aroused by his examination of Grantaire that his pain tolerance is quite high, and he rocks hard onto the finger, gasping, "More..."

A little surprised by how quickly things are moving, R adds a second finger, curling, twisting and stroking with them to expand Combeferre as much as possible.

Ferre grabs the hand and pushes it away. "...now..." he hisses.

Grantaire isn't entirely convinced his friend is ready, but the look in the medical student's eyes is quite desperate. R pulls his fingers out and presses his groin against Combeferre again, eliciting a groan from the pale boy beneath him. Grantaire takes this as encouragement, and quickly lubes his cock before leaning in slightly more, not so much penetrating as pushing harder.

Ferre bites his lip, hands grasping desperately at the bedding, staring wide-eyed down the length of his body at what's happening. He nods furiously, unable to speak.

Grantaire slides further in with a groan, grabbing Ferre's hips to steady himself and to keep himself from simply forcing his way in all in a rush.

Combeferre tenses and winces, but just for a moment, before relaxing again and nodding for his new lover to continue.

Grantaire slowly, slowly presses himself forward until he is completely sheathed. He then pauses a moment, carefully watching Ferre's face, looking rather anxious.

Ferre gasps and spasms around Grantaire's cock, nails digging into his palms, but is soon sliding up and down the organ penetrating him.

Grantaire laughs softly and steadies his friend, holding Ferre still by the hips so he can begin to thrust. He is still quite nervous about being on the 'wrong side' of sex, but he can't deny that he's enjoying it.

Combeferre shrieks as Grantaire inadvertently hits his prostate, coming suddenly and desperately.

Grantaire jumps at the shriek, almost falling out, but then smiles as he sees Ferre's hand fluttering over his pale cock, and the equally pale come spilling over both of their fronts.

Combeferre goes limp, hands relaxing, head settling back on the bed.

Grantaire starts to pull out to finish himself, but Combeferre moans and shakes his head. "No, not yet..." he sighs.

Grantaire nods shyly, feeling rather awkward and put on the spot, but begins to thrust again. Part of him (his anus) wishes there was something in his ass. He clenches, remembering the spreading, stretching feeling of the speculum. He bucks his hips furiously, coming in Combeferre.

Ferre gasps, lightly stroking his friend's thigh, then beckoning him to lay beside him.

Grantaire happily, bonelessly obliges, crawling up to lay in a sweaty, sticky heap. Combeferre is asleep almost instantly.

Grantaire watches him with a fond smile, before also falling asleep.

***

The next morning, they awake in a sweaty, sticky heap. Combeferre stirs, smiling at the darker boy in his arms. He is a little sore, but very content. He stirs, trying to get up and wash without disturbing his friend.

"'morning," R says, blearily, rolling over and smiling up at Combeferre.

"Good morning," Combeferre says, only a little shyly. "I...suppose we should have a bath..."

Grantaire rolls over, unsticking them in the process with a laugh. "Yes, probably."

Ferre dresses, a little unsteadily, and calls for water.

Grantaire burrows under the covers when the servant comes with the water, then follows Combeferre to the bath.

Combeferre undresses, then, quite unexpectedly, forces R against the wall, lubricating himself from some mysterious source and pressing his cock to R's ass.

R is quite shocked, but also quite willing. He leans against the wall to support them, arching his ass back to meat the eager cock.

Ferre, without much delay, is soon thrusting away at his lover. Before very long at all, they're even stickier and in need of a bath than before, and quite floppy.

"...the water's getting cold..." R murmurs.

"That's alright," Ferre chuckles, looking slightly abashed. "I'm...sorry that was so sudden."

R smiles dreamily at his lover. "I don't mind..."

Combeferre steps into the bath, settling himself comfortably.

Grantaire hesitates, not sure if he should join the medical student or bathe after him.

The pale boy laughs a little at his friend's obvious distress, and gestures for R to join him.

Grantaire slips into the bath, sitting between Ferre's legs, sighing with contentment at the warm water.

Combeferre carefully scrubs his lover, one hand trailing between the dark thighs, toying with the flesh there.

Grantaire offers no resistance--quite the opposite. He moans, rocking against the hand.

Curious, Combeferre give the delicate testicles a firm squeeze, leaning around so that he can see Grantaire's face.

R is at first quite startled, and splashes a little as he struggles. He is quite surprised to find that he enjoys this quite painful sensation--Enjolras would never have done such a thing.

Combeferre loosens his grip after a moment, stroking the dark, tangled hair in front of him. "Did you enjoy that?" he asks, somewhere between clinically and tenderly.

R nods, unable to speak for a moment. "I--I suppose a doctor is the best person to do that..." he gasps.

Combeferre tilts Grantaire's head back so that it's laying on his shoulder. "And why is that?"

Grantaire laughs, a little nervously, carefully gentling his balls. "Well, you know how much they can take."

"Hmm...they don't really teach us that. I'll just have to learn on my own." Combeferre's voice is unusually husky, and his eyes have rather a wicked gleam.

"Ah...yes..." R says a little nervously, but still aroused by the attention. "...but perhaps we should continue this outside the bath."

Combeferre laughs softly. "Yes. Can you get out?"

R tries, before falling limply back onto his lover's chest. "Perhaps if you push me forward, so I can grab the edge," he laughs.

Combeferre helps his friend out of the bath, watching his handsome, dark, compact form proprietorially.

R doesn't notice the attention, as he's grabbing a towel for his lover. He holds it out for Combeferre.

"No, I still have to clean myself. Dry off."

Grantaire does, observing that his friend washes himself quite distantly, as though he were washing a specimen or a cadaver. The young cynic reflects on how lucky he is to have gotten this close to Combeferre.

Combeferre washes himself quickly, drying and herding Grantaire to the bed, where he pushes his lover flat and roughly grabs his balls, leaning down to observe R's reactions. He digs his nails in just a little.

R's mouth opens and closes with silent shock, and he leans up to grab Combeferre by the waist, so that Combeferre can't pull away too much with his precious handful. He also begins showering his lover in desperate kisses to offset the pain.

Combeferre laughs softly, releasing the balls and pushing Grantaire back on the bed, allowing himself to be pulled down by his lover's arm.

R gives a little 'oomph' as Ferre lands on him, but his lover is quite slender, if surprising muscular. Grantaire decides to ask about this before other, more serious things. He smiles up at the medical student, hesitating before lightly stroking the muscular chest above him. "You always look so pale and thin," he murmurs as his hand explores. "But you're actually quite muscular."

Combeferre laughs and rolls off his lover, pulling Grantaire against him. "Yes, I suppose I am...it's from moving bodies, I imagine," he says.

Grantaire is horrified and intrigued by the answer. "Ah, of course. I imagine they weigh quite a lot...I wouldn't have thought you would like that..."

Combeferre looks puzzled. "Well, it doesn't really matter if I like it or not," he says, "it's just something that needs to be done."

"Oh! I don't mean moving bodies. I mean...that..." he gestures to his squished testicles.

"Ah. That. Well. Neither did I, really. You don't mind?"

Grantaire laughs openly. "No! Not at all. If anything, I'm relieved."

"Relieved? Why?"

"Well," Grantaire begins, blushing, "I...uh...enjoy that sort of thing...quite a lot."

"I've noticed," Ferre smiles, kissing his lover's forehead. Once they've settled in to rest for a bit, Combeferre captures one of his lover's hands, laying it across his middle. He takes a finger and slowly, slowly bends it backwards, testing how far he can go before Grantaire's noises show he's had enough. He does this with each joint of the finger. He repeats this with each finger, enjoying Grantaire's sounds of pleasure and pain.

"What're you doing?" R breathes, eyes unfocused.

"I told you. They don't teach us limits. I'm...learning..." he says, rather provocatively. "You don't mind, do you?" he says, innocently.

"N-no..."

"Good." Combeferre continues with each finger--bending them backwards to their limit and releasing. Finally, he senses that Grantaire has had enough. He tucks them both under the blanket, and picks up a book, letting his lover read over his shoulder.

***

One day, Combeferre comes home with a pair of soft, leather shackles, and casually lays them on the bed.

Grantaire, who had been reading, smiles up at his lover, then spies the restraints. "...what are those?" he asks, sitting up with a welcome-home kiss.

"Those," Combeferre says, as straightforwardly as he can, "are medical restraints."

"What are they for?"

"Oh, the criminally insane, patients who are dangerous to themselves or others..." the medical student says, quite rationally.

R raises an eyebrow. "What are they doing here?"

"Well...I don't like the thought of you wandering about alone while I'm at class. You'll stay here. I'll leave you with food, drink, books, a chamber pot. We will go for walks in the evening, so your muscles don't atrophy. You will, of course, still attend every one of your classes and do all of your homework." He has clearly put a lot of thought into this decision, although it comes out of no where from his lover's point of view.

Grantaire is completely stunned--he would never, ever have seen this coming. He wraps his arms around Combeferre, and passionately kisses his lover's chest. Then, just as suddenly, he pulls away again, bowing his head and offering his wrists for the cuffs.

Combeferre buckles the cuffs on his lover's wrists, kissing each of his hands tenderly. "You will sleep in them." There is no question of how things will proceed--R has made his willingness, his eagerness clear quite a while ago. He could also unbuckle the cuffs at any time--they don't lock--but they both know that he won't unless there is a dire emergency.

Before they settled down to sleep that night, Grantaire asks the last question that has been bothering him. Nestled against his lover in the dark, he asks, "Combeferre? ...will I...live through this...?"

A series of thoughts flashes through the medical student's mind before he answers, "...I'm not sure." He looks over to see his lover's calm expression, barely visible in the dark. "Does that bother you?"

"No," Grantaire answers, quite calmly, and closes his eyes to sleep.

***

Enjolras, tired from a day of classes and planning revolution, is sitting at a piano available for students to practice on. He isn't really playing yet, just letting his fingers idle over the keys, making an occasional note.

Someone comes up behind him and touches his shoulder gently, sitting on the bench next to him. "Mon ami." Combeferre smiles at him. "You look tired, have you had supper?"

Enjolras jumps a little at the touch, hitting a discordant series of notes. "Oh! Etienne! You startled me! ...I haven't seen you for a while, have you been well?" He thinks for a minute. "No...I don't think so...?"

"I've been doing quite well, just.. busier than usual." he flushed a little, still smiling. "Would you like to get supper and find out if you've eaten or not?" he suggested.

Enjolras laughs, standing and putting a hand lightly on his friend's waist. "That sounds delightful. I've missed you," he adds, softly.

"I've missed you too." Combeferre kisses Enjolras' cheek gaily, putting an arm around his friend. "How was class today?"

"Ah, you know," Enjolras says, feeling rather whimsical. "Full of law." He smiles at his friend, a little flushed by the kiss.

"Good, that's how it should be." Ferre chuckled, opening the door to the nearest cafe and sitting at a table near the back.

Enjolras sits beside his friend. "So, you never answered me."

"What did you ask?"

"Where have you been? I've hardly seen you for...oh, I suppose a few weeks, now. And whenever I do, you seem...distracted..."

"I have a lover." Ferre smiled. "He's been keeping me rather... distracted." he grinned, looking almost foolish.

Enjolras tries to sit down, forgetting that he's already sitting, and almost falls beneath the table.

Ferre grabbed his arm, pulling him up. "Are you alright? It isn't that shocking, is it?"

"Ah...thank you...I'm terribly sorry, I'm not sure what came over me," he gasps, even more pale than usual. "A...a lover, you said?"

"Yes... Grantaire, actually."

Enjolras stands, his face now scarlet, almost knocking the table over. "That's not funny," he hisses.

Combeferre frowned, looking concerned. "I'm not joking, Marcelin."

Enjolras leans heavily on the table with both hands. "You can't be serious," he whispers.

"What's wrong?"

Enjolras blushes, sitting back down beside his friend before he causes more of a scene. "You...do know about our...history, don't you?" he whispers, right in Combeferre's ear.

"Of course. You hardly shared it with me, but Courfeyrac did, to some extent, and so has Grantaire." Ferre frowned. "You've never been particularly forthcoming about your relationship though. I always regretted that you and I didn't share about ...that."

"You...you have?" he gasps, leaning back heavily in his chair. "I always thought that you were...well...not interested..."

"I'm still a man, aren't I?"

"Yes! Of course! I'm sorry, Etienne, this...is coming out all wrong, isn't it?"

"A little, perhaps. I was ... wondering, actually... Would you be opposed to having a relationship with... more than one man?"

"...this is a hypothetical question, yes?"

"Mostly."

"...are you asking what I think you're asking?"

"If you're not interested, please just say so."

"You're...interested in me...that way?"

"I always have been." Ferre smiled wryly. "I thought you knew."

"I-I had no idea!" Enjolras is so shocked by this series of revelations that he's almost numb.

"I... I don't want to stop seeing Grantaire. I'm really enjoying our relationship. But... if it would be amenable to the both of you, I would like to... with you as well." Combeferre reached over the table and took Enjolras' hand, squeezing tightly.

"Mon Dieu, Etienne, this is...a bit much to take in all at once, don't you think? And...Grantaire and I are...you know...no longer..." he visibly sinks further into his chair.

"I know, I'm not suggesting you two have to reconcile, as long as you were able to share me."

Something occurs to Enjolras. "...how long have you...been with...Grantaire?"

"Almost three weeks, why?"

"Haven't you noticed that he has some odd requests?" he asks, trying to phrase it as delicately as possible.

"His masochism, you mean?"

Enjolras' eyes go wide for a moment before he recovers. "Ah...yes...that..."

"I'm actually enjoying our games." he paused, grinning. "You're not the only one who enjoys control, you know."

Enjolras is speechless, and stares at his friend as if he's suddenly grown another head, or announced that he's decided to become an asparagus farmer

((Enjolras, I have some news! I've also decided I don't want to be a doctor, I want to be an asparagus farmer!)

(Enjolras: Aghhhh~!!!!!!1)

Combeferre squeezed Enjolras' hand again. "Was this a bit too much?"

"But you're a doctor!" he cries, the first thing to come into his head that makes 'sense'.

"So?"

"...so...you should help people and make them feel better, not hurt them!" he says, almost yelling by this point.

"Calm down, Marcelin, you're creating a scene." Combeferre murmured. "Just because I cause him pain doesn't mean I'm causing irreperable damage. You should know better than I do that he thrives on it, as long as he's cared for and loved."

"Well, yes...but...you?"

"Why shouldn't I?" Ferre asked.

"No reason, I suppose...I just never even dreamt that you might enjoy that..."

"I never imagined that you would enjoy it either."

Enjolras laughs softly and lightly puts a hand on his friend's thigh. "Yes, that's true."

Combeferre is suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of lust, face flushing, cock hardening. He puts his hand on top of Enjolras', moving their chairs closer together.

Enjolras smiles at his childhood friend, a little awkwardly. "Ah...well...I'm glad you told me..." he whispers.

"So am I." Ferre said, almost breathlessly. "I... should talk with Grantaire about this, though."

"Ah, yes...and I'll definitely need some time to think about things..." he says, sounding a little gaspy.

"Yes. I'm sorry to have sprung so much on you at once."

Enjolras laughs again, settling a hand on his friend's shoulder a little less automatically than he might ordinarily. "That's alright..."

Combeferre boldly leans forward and kisses Enjolras on the lips, hand trailing down his back.

Enjolras laughs again, settling a hand on his friend's shoulder a little less automatically than he might ordinarily. "That's alright..."

Combeferre boldly leans forward and kisses Enjolras on the lips, hand trailing down his back.

Enjolras gasps, neck arching over the back of the chair. "Etienne..."

Ferre smiled against his friend's lips. "I'll see you later."

"Ah...yes..."

Ferre left, his gait more confident then Enjolras had ever seen it.

***

Grantaire is tied to the bed, happily reading one of the books Combeferre left him.

Combeferre came back into his flat, leaving his things next to the door. "Grantaire?"

Grantaire smiles at the sound of his lover's voice. "Mm-hmm?" He jingles the metal hardware of his restraints to show he's still bound.

Combeferre smiled, coming into the bedroom. "How was your day?" he sat on the bed, undoing is cravat and collar.

"Quite satisfactory," Grantaire grins, pointing to the book he finished. "Although I have to say, I'm glad you started buying books for me. As fascinating as..." he glances at one of the books he's set aside, "'A Study of Excretions' looks." He chuckles.

"Yes... perhaps not as fascinating to some." Ferre grinned. His face changed to a more sober expression. "So... I bumped into Marcelin today."

"Did you! I'm glad, you haven't seen him for--what's wrong?" He looks far more serious as he sees his lover's expression. "What happened?"

"I.. told him about us." Ferre said, trying not to scare Grantaire. He knew his lover was still a little afraid of Enjolras' anger.

The book falls from Grantaire's hands and he gazes with shock at the boy standing above him.

"He took it pretty well." Ferre said apologetically.

"...what does 'pretty well' mean," R asks, shakily, visions of armed Enjolri dancing through his head.

"Well, I also ... spoke to him about possibly ... starting a relationship with me. And he seemed receptive. And... he seemed surprised that I knew about your masochism."

Grantaire blinks, then abruptly starts laughing, until he pauses to wipe a tear out of his eye. "Ah, Ferre, you had me going for a second there! You are full of surprises!"

"He thought I was joking too." Ferre said, deadpan.

"...you're not."

"No."

"Oh. Well. Sorry." Grantaire looks absolutely stunned. "Ah...what did he say?"

"Mostly he was surprised. He even fell out of his chair." Combeferre chuckled a little. "He made a lot of gasping noises while he tried to think of things to say."

Grantaire laughs, if a little shakily. "That sounds like him...I'm...not going to be killed by him, am I?"

"Of course not!" Ferre sounded shocked.

"Well...that's good..." he visibly relaxes, then something else occurs to him. "So...you want to be lovers with both of us?"

"If that's alright with you."

Grantaire nods, turning his face away so Ferre won't see how hurt he looks while he tries to get himself back under control. "Of course."

Ferre straddled Grantaire, turning his face towards him. "Don't lie to me, Grantaire."

Grantaire squirms, trying to turn away from his lover, then casts his eyes down. "I'm...not..." he says, not remotely convincingly.

Ferre grabs him by the throat, keeping him still. "Why do you think I'm asking you for permission, mon ami?"

Grantaire instantly relaxes, eyes unfocusing, mouth going slack. "Ahhh...Dunno..."

"Because I care about you and I wouldn't have another relationship unless you were willing."

Grantaire finds himself abruptly in tears, and he presses himself firmly against Ferre's chest, wrapping his arms around the other.

"Shhh, it's alright." Ferre nestles R into his chest. "You're safe here."

"It's alright," he says through hiccupy sobs, "you've loved him your whole life. I understand. You don't have to ask me..."

"Grantaire, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to him first. I just wanted to know how it would go over." Ferre murmured, stroking R's hair. "You're mine and I'm not letting you go."

R turns his tear stained face up to Ferre. "I'm...yours?"

Ferre nodded, kissing his lover's tears away. "Mine." he agreed.

R smiles, gently taking his lover's hand and guiding it to his (rather sore) testicles.

The medical student's strong fingers slowly tightened around his lover's testicles, squeezing, causing delightful spasms through R's body. Grantaire could feel Combeferre's cock hardening.

"Ahhhh..." R groans, then suddenly imagines both Ferre and Enjolras with him, and bucks furiously against the hand, kissing frantically over every part of his lover he can reach.

Combeferre sits up, releasing Grantaire and standing on the bed. He slowly starts to undress over his boy.

R lays completely still, smiling with delight at his lover, eyes still a little red.

Combeferre finished undressing, dropping his clothes over the side of the bed in an uncharacteristic display of messiness. He dropped to his knees over Grantaire, grabbing him by the hair and kissing him forcefully. His cock was so hard it was dripping onto Grantaire's stomach.

Grantaire gasps, shivering with delight, pulling back against the hand on his hair and wincing with pleasure at the feeling. He glances down when he feels the wetness, smiling openly at the sight.

Combeferre bit his lower lip, sitting forward so his knees are at R's shoulders, pulling Grantaire's head forward and pressing his cock against his lover's lips, looking down at him.

Grantaire spasms--Enjolras had almost never let him do this, one of his favorite activities. Eyes rolled up so he can watch his lover, he eagerly applies himself to Ferre's cock.

Ferre's eyes start to roll back with pleasure and he groans wantonly, rocking his hips into R's mouth. He's still moving carefully, not sure how hard he can thrust into someone's mouth.

R wraps his arms around Ferre's waist, to steady both of them and control their rhythm a bit more, still letting Ferre thrust. He moves his mouth up and down Ferre's cock, letting him know he can take more.

"Ahhh..." Ferre's noises change and he grips the headboard to keep from collapsing onto Grantaire. He keeps thrusting, rocking, testing the limits of R's gag reflex.

R, being effectively...without gag reflex...only shifts position with Ferre, moving his hands to the underside of his lover's thighs for more support, devouring the cock with all his might.

The medical student's cries crescendo before he orgasms, bucking breathlessly, gasping for air.

Grantaire carefully releases the spent organ, keeping his lips sealed so nothing escapes before eagerly swallowing. He gently lowers his lover's thighs to the bed.

Ferre bent over, collapsing over Grantaire's chest, kissing his lover's neck fervently. "J't'aime, j't'aime!" he murmurs between kisses.

Grantaire falls back a bit under the weight, but resettles himself to support them both. "Shhh...j't'aime aussi," he murmurs, stroking Ferre's hair.

He groans, happily. "That felt amazing."

Grantaire grins shyly, blushing a little. "...I'm glad."

Combeferre sits up a bit, reaching behind him for Grantaire's cock, squeezing it tightly.

"...ahhh..." R sighs, slowly leaning back, letting Ferre go so he won't take him along.

"Pass me the oil."

"Ahhh...yes..." A bit floppily, Grantaire scrambles to reach the oil and hand it to his lover.

Combeferre spills some of it onto his fingers, stretching himself. Grantaire watches as his lover's cock starts to rise, reddening as it fills with blood.

R gasps again as he realizes what his lover is up to, and he blushes. He's not nearly as confident about...that...as he is about being penetrated or sucking.

Combeferre slides back, arranging Grantaire under him and slowly sheathing the other's cock, groaning. It takes him about a minute to get down to R's base.

Grantaire relaxes when he realizes that all he has to do is be ridden, and he lays still, letting his lover have his way with him.

Combeferre takes his time, treating Grantaire as little more than a device for his own pleasure. He rides him to the brink of his own orgasm, then leans down, grabbing Grantaire by the throat and crying out, "Cum!"

Grantaire enjoys this kind of treatment quite a bit. He's a bit startled when Ferre grabs him, but definitely aroused. Between the stimulation, the throat constriction, and the command, he cums almost instantly, mouth open in a silent scream.

Combeferre cums with his lover, making a sticky mess across the other's chest. He manages to sit up, extricating himself from R before collapsing next to his bound lover, kissing his shoulder.

R snuggles up against Ferre with a happy moan, panting a little. "You wouldn't think that would be so tiring," he laughs. "I didn't do much."

Ferre chuckled. "Well you filled me up, that's enough work."

R blushes and curls against Ferre's shoulder to hide it.

Combeferre laughs softly. "It's sweet when you blush."

R blushes more and shakes his head, burrowing into Ferre's armpit with a little laugh. "Is not," he says, muffled.

Ferre kisses R's ear. "Sweet boy." he murmured.

"Mm-mm," he says, nibbling lightly at the bristly hair in his hiding place.

The student squirmed, laughing and pushing the other away. "That's ticklish!" he grinned.

R gives his lover innocent eyes. "Oh? What's ticklish?" he asks, propping himself up on one elbow.

"You eating my armpit." he grinned, pushing R back and biting his neck roughly, fingers finding Grantaire's sore and empty testicles and squeezing.

"Ah!" Grantaire cries sharply, going limp for his lover. Somehow, the sensation is even stronger on his freshly emptied balls.

Ferre grins wickedly. "My sweet Grantaire." he kisses the other, fingers still wrapped around his sensitive testicles.

"Ahhh...yessss..." R sighs, kissing back fiercly--his usual response to the pain on his balls.

"J't'aime."

"...je..." he gasps, whimpering and trying to kiss his lover more.

Ferre bit R's lip, crushing it between his teeth.

R moans, wrapping one strong arm around Ferre to pull them closer together to protect his delicate bits.

Ferre smiles, wrapping his arms around his lover in return, nestling into him.

R shivers with pained delight, curling against the paler boy, mouth and eyes both half open.

"You're exquisite." Combeferre whispered in R's ear, nibbling a little.

"Mmm-ahhh.....that's you..." he gasps, wiggling his head to move Ferre's mouth over his sensitive ear.

Ferre chuckled in R's ear, licking and nibbling, pressing the other boy tightly against his body.

R abandons himself to his lover, not supporting himself at all, letting himself be explored and teased.

Ferre pushes Grantaire flat on his back, petting and stroking his skin, deft hands exploring the other. His lips made their own trail down R's neck, across the bite-marks that had been made earlier, kissing, licking, nibbling and finally biting roughly.

Grantaire alternately bucks and goes limp, his mind ravished by the sensations, especially as his lover finds the sensitive bite marks.

Ferre finally allowed Grantaire to rest, releasing him. "M'amant." he kissed him gently, pulling R into his lap to lay against his chest.

R is practically purring by this point as he happily burrows against his lover's lean, pale chest. "C'est toi," he says, breathily.

Ferre laughed, picking up a book and starting to read.