Release

The RED Medic could stand it no longer. He had resisted for five months, but somehow being approached by that…flamboyant whore!...who was his BLU counterpart had undone his careful control. He should have just killed the little slut before he had time to say anything. He was right; they were the same. The difference was, BLU had given into his impure carnal desires completely, had come up with entirely new depravities, while he, RED, had withstood for so, so long. But working so closely with Heavy…Medic felt a stirring in his loins even at the thought, a stirring he fought to suppress, to eradicate. But BLU was right, he couldn’t go on this way forever…couldn’t…but he didn’t even know if the Heavy felt…was as sick and deranged as him. Perhaps another outlet. Sniper. The bushman had no qualms about being an openly practising homosexual—had mentioned it when Medic had first examined him. A brief, meaningless encounter to release this horrendous pressure, then he could resume his normal, professional relationship with his Heavy.

Sniper had seen the change in Medic over the months. He’d start out aggressively and in complete control, but now he did not push the Heavy away when the big fellow hugged him after battle. He leaned against his constant companion, shivered at the slightest touches. He also had what looked like tantrums once he was locked alone in his study. Sniper had seen him pull down whole shelves of books and papers. It was almost as if the doctor were trying to give himself long and tedious tasks to help keep himself—and his libido—in check. Sniper had also noticed an abrupt, seething something looming about the man since he’d had his run-in with his counterpart.

Medic liked to consider himself a man of action—once he had decided something, he followed through. Still, even after he had decided that he must fornicate with Sniper, it took him almost a week to get up the nerve to approach the man. He knocked on the Australian’s door at dusk. He was wearing his lab coat, buttoned to the throat; boots; gloves, and nothing else.

Sniper answered the knock, just wearing his pants and hat. His glasses were off for once and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Need something, doctor?”

Before he could answer or change his mind, Medic unbuttoned his coat in a flurry of activity, almost losing a few buttons in the process. He stood in the gloaming in front of Sniper’s dusty camper in his naked glory, holding his coat wide like a flasher: six-plus feet of over-fifty, hirsute, muscled, lean (with a slight paunch), German. His expression was defiant. His polished boots reflected Sniper’s dim porch light.

“Uh…come in?” Sniper’s eyes widened but his voice came widened but his voice came out steady as if murderous doctors flashed him often.

With great dignity, Medic stepped past Sniper into the cramped camper.

“D’you need…something?” the Australian found himself repeating, closing the door and following Medic, a bit stunned.

Carefully doffing his coat and hanging it on a hook, (after a quick inspection—the camper was clean, one could at least say that for Sniper) Medic finally spoke. “I have a proposition for you,” he murmured, his voice quite loud enough for the tiny space. The fact that only his extremities were covered and he was apparently unarmed made him no less formidable.

“Uh huh.” Sniper was aware that he sounded like the Scout, but he just couldn’t help it.

“I need…sexual release. You are a homosexual.” Medic spread his hands as if to say, my conclusion is inevitable.

“Uh…huh,” the Sniper swallowed hard, then burst into nervous laughter. “Look, mate, I’m, uh, flattered, and all, but I don’t think we’d be…compatible.”

“Why not? I am an eager man,” he said ‘eager’ like a horrific disease, “you prefer sexual relations with men. What is the issue?”

“You’re the sort to be in control and I need the same thing,” Sniper explained, grinning crookedly.

Pursing his lips with frustration—luckily Medic had been flaccid throughout the exchange, making it a little less urgent—Medic sighed. “I’m certain that we can work something out,” he said, his voice edging toward a growl.

Sniper sat on his bed, fingers edging casually towards his kukri. “What did you have in mind?”

“I will, ah, ‘bottom’ for you. That is the term, yes?” The only outward sign of Medic’s discomfort was the thickening of his accent.

“You’d…?” Sniper chuckled, letting go of the knife. “Lay down. On yer back, if you please.”

Swallowing nervously once he’d turned his back on Sniper, Medic elegantly reclined on the miniscule folding bed, legs pressed tightly together. His penis was beginning to swell and darken.

Sniper slid off his pants. He jerked himself partway to attention, then crouched over Medic. He grabbed a condom and some lube. He gave the condom to the doctor, pouring some lube onto his fingers and stretching himself quickly.

Medic examined the wrapped condom as though he had been handed some alien piece of technology, turning it this way and that in his long fingers. He watched Sniper, his mouth wide. “What…what are you doing? …shouldn’t you be…?”

Sniper sighed, unwrapping the condom after wiping the extra lube off on the sheets. He slid the rubber over the other’s cock and straddled him. “Do you want to fuck me or not?”

“…yes…”

“Then stay still.” Sniper lowered himself, thighs quivering a bit as he arranged Medic with his hand to help the man slide in. “Good?” He breathed in sharply as Medic’s cock slid deeper.

In response, Medic made a strangled sound deep in his throat, his eyes widening until there was white showing all the way around. His hands clawed into Sniper’s bedding.

Sniper started to laugh, then groaned as he slid into Medic’s lap. The other man forced him wider as he took hi into the base of his cock. He moved slowly. “This is your first?” he whispered.

Medic nodded jerkily, every muscle clenched. He looked almost terrified. “With…someone else…” he whispered, sounding ashamed.

“Just relax,” the Australian crooned, lifting himself up and almost letting Medic pop out before taking it all again, rubbing and grinding to hit his prostate. He was feeling a bit better about this now that Medic was so bashful.

“I’m…ah…not hurting you?” Medic asked, trying to sound remotely knowledgeable or helpful. He was hard, but far too uptight to be anywhere near orgasm.

“No, I’ve gotcha, mate. No worries.” Sniper caressed the older man’s hairy chest, relishing in the hard muscle. He kneaded and massaged at whatever skin and muscle he could reach, lifting and lowering himself slowly, methodically. He tentatively tightened his inner muscles.

“…ngh…” Slowly, slowly, Medic relaxed, almost muscle by muscle, following Sniper’s skilled hands. To Medic’s surprise, the fingers on his chest felt almost as good as the tight heat on his penis. But that was unscientific, nonsense! It was hardly required for sexual release!

Sniper scratched his nails down Medic’s chest, gently at first, then more sharply. He clenched around Medic, rubbing faster, as if he could pin down his orgasm if only he found the right spot. His cock was up against his belly now, red and dripping.

Medic gasped sharply as Sniper scratched him , folding up until he was almost pressed against Sniper. “…Gott!” he cried, hands spasming in the blankets. He thust now, as much as he could beneath Sniper.

Sniper held him, arms snaking around his neck. He leaned down, kissing and biting the German’s neck, groaning in time to their thrusting. “Fff…” he hissed, one hand leaving Medic’s skin to start stroking his own cock.

“S-Sniper…! Ich…!” Medic’s face flushed and he pounded himself against Sniper, head thrown back, mouth agape as he came hard.

Sniper caught up quickly, stroking himself and riding Medic to a quick release, making a mess across the other man’s chest. Panting, he extricated himself and flopped down next to the doctor. “Alright?” he chuckled, happily in his afterglow.

Medic mumbled some nonsense, an uncharacteristic grin on his face. He cosied up to Sniper, eyes drifting shut. “…mmm…”

Sniper grinned a bit, allowing this uncharacteristic behaviour. Hopefully he wouldn’t get a bone saw to the face tomorrow. 

Bouncer

(Music: Obsession by Army of Lovers. Inspired by Ode to the Bouncer by Studio Killers. This is a pre- and sequel to Before the Kitchen)

Jess had been stalking this boy for weeks; quietly, discreetly. He drank at the same bar, danced at the same nightclub, went to the same restaurants and watched his home. The boy wouldn’t be missed for a few days, since he had a tendency to get roaring drunk with strange men and crawl out the front door after the morning after and often the morning after that had passed.

He was in the nightclub and Jess was ready to strike. He had all his knives packed, his apron wrapped around them in the car. He was all raw energy and delicious sexual tension. This was going to be wonderful. The only problem seemed to be the bouncer.

The bouncer eyed the short, chubby man trying not to glare up at him and tried to hide his smile. “Woah, there. I’m sorry, the club’s full. You’re just going to have to wait.” The club was full, but more than that, there was something about this guy. Micah was a big man, and he’d been a bouncer a few years (and done worse things, before that). There wasn’t much he was afraid of, but this pudgy little guy…he set off alarm bells. For one thing, he was not at all the sleek, preppy sort of cliental that this club catered to. He set off Micah’s gaydar, but beyond that…

“Oh, so early?” Jess put on his best sweet seductress face, even though he felt like stabbing this man in the navel. Not only was he very tall and in his way, but he’d immediately bristled when Jess approached. Very few people reacted to him this way, but once in awhile he’d run into someone who could see the predator that he was. “I really need to get in, I’m meeting friends for birthday drinks,” he smiled up at the bouncer, biting his lip. At least the man was attractive, it wouldn’t be at all painful to seduce him.

“Mm-hmm.” Micah gave the shorter man his best ‘so sorry, nothing I can do’ expression. Bullshit, birthday drinks, he found himself thinking uncharitably, though he had no idea why the thought had come into his head. “Well, I’m sorry, sir, you’ll just have to wait, and it could be a while.” Please, just leave, he thought.

“Isn’t there any way I can get in?” Jess was suddenly closer, running a small hand up the bouncer’s chest, grinning up at him.

Micah just raised an eyebrow and stared at the man’s hand like it was something mildly vulgar or offensive. The guy really reminded him of someone…

“Come on, if you don’t like it, don’t let me in,” the short man shrugged, good-naturedly. “At least you’ll get some good head out of it.”

Micah shook his head with a laugh. “Sir, I’ll be frank with you. This is a gay bar. If I let every guy in who hit on me…I wouldn’t have a job, comprende?”

Jess chuckled, “Hitting on you is one thing, offering you a blowjob is another. Maybe by the time we’re done, there’ll be room. At least let me treat myself on my birthday.”

“Now it’s your birthday, is it. Look, I’m working, and there’s a line behind you. I’m…flattered…but if you keep this up I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Ah. That was it. When Micah had first arrived in the city, one of his cousins had shown him around, gotten him a few jobs. Micah was a big guy; it was only natural that he’d end up working for the mob. He’d watched one of them cut a guy up, just slice him to pieces, and all the time he had smiled like he was having a Sunday picnic or something. That’s who this guy reminded him of. A smiling predator. Micah shivered. Someone tapped his arm and he fought back a startle, turning to see the smiling face of his replacement.

“Hey, Micah, why so tense? C’mon, you’re done, go get some sleep or something.”

Micah nodded. “Yeah…this guy doesn’t get in, understand me?” He whispered into Connor’s ear.

“Sure. Whatever. It’s packed in there.” Shaking his head—Micah was so twitchy sometimes—Connor clapped his co-worker on the back and turned to look down at the dude who had freaked him out so badly. He was just a plump little guy. Harmless.

Jess grinned at the bouncer’s replacement. The new bouncer seemed much easier. “Hi…” he licked his lips.

“Hey,” Connor purred, completely taken in. “Sorry about Micah. He’s twitchy, y’know? Did I hear it’s your birthday?”

“Mhm,” he nodded and bit his lip, looking wide-eyed and hopeful.

“Well, I’m glad you’ve chosen us for your, ah, birthday needs. What can I do to make your birthday wishes come true?” Connor put a little extra emphasis on ‘cum’. Damn, but he was a sexy little chub.

“Letting me in would be nice, but I understand if you’d rather wish me a happy birthday more privately.” Jess gave him a sweet little smile, putting a hand on his chest and practically melting into him.

“Dahhh…” Connor scrambled to close the velvet rope across the entrance to the club, ignoring the groans of the people standing further back in line. “Ah, yeah, sure. C’mon, over here.” The bouncer draped a hand over the shorter man’s shoulder, almost protectively.

Jess grinned, eyes flashing with a triumphant ferocity. He got on his knees in front of the big bouncer, undoing his pants in a hurry and stroking the boy to full erection. He didn’t exactly take his time, but he still believed these things could not be rushed. His mouth slid over the head of the bouncer’s cock and he took him all in, eyes rolling back.

“Ohhh…fuuuck…” Connor sighed, one big hand tangled deep in the other man’s hair. “Fuck, you’re good at that…” In a very short time, his cock was weeping drops of clear fluid, and his eyes were closed as he leaned heavily on the man between his legs.

The little chef groaned around the cock in his mouth, enjoying the sensation of it hitting the back of his throat. He pushed Connor back against the wall gently to help him stay standing, bobbing his head hungrily.

“Oh. Oh, yeah…fuck, I’m gonna…” With a gutteral noise, Connor spasmed and came down the kneeling man’s throat, his hands scrambling at his hair and shoulders as he moaned and pounded as far and as hard as he could.

Jess swallowed, letting a little dribble down his chin and wiping it away with a smile when he pulled back. He looked up at Connor with a big, dopey grin. “You got me just what I wanted.”

“Mmm…that’s good.” Connor grinned down at the smaller man. “Um…you can, you know, go in. If you want. I’m sorry about Micah. Happy birthday.” The bouncer stumbled back to his place in line and nodded his head for the little man to enter.

Jess stood on his tiptoes to kiss Connor’s chin. “Thanks, sweetheart. It’s going to be a good night,” he winked, going into the club to start his birthday hunt.

****

“In other news, a body believed to be that of 24-year-old Jacob Holmes was recovered last night. Authorities say that the body was badly mutilated, and…”

Micah clicked off the TV, feeling light-headed. He sank onto the couch, the last image fixed in his mind. It was a picture of a smiling young man, his hair perfectly styled, in the prime of life, beautiful and vibrant and…dead. Micah had a sick feeling, and he knew what he had to do. The phone was in the bedroom. He forced himself off of the couch and made his way down the hall. He grabbed for the light and flicked the switch. Nothing. What the hell? He jiggled it a few more times before backing out of the doorway. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Something was definitely wrong. He backed down the hall, with a vague idea that he had to get out, had to leave the apartment.

The knife had been blacked out, so he didn’t see it glimmer when it slashed out of the darkness, stabbing him deep in the thigh. In the dark, with such a large man, Jess had gone straight for the femoral artery.

Micah’s hand moved to cover the wound before he even felt the pain. He had grown up in a small town, and he had done plenty of stupid things as a kid. He knew when he was badly hurt. He took three steps before his leg buckled and he fell to one knee, slipping in terrifyingly large puddles of his own blood. He struggled to stand again, to face his attacker, fighting to keep his hand pressed against the wound through the spurts of slick blood. He had a horrible suspicion that he knew what was happening, but no. That was just paranoid. He pulled himself onto his good leg using the armrest of the couch, but blood was gushing from between his fingers and his head was already swimming as he fought to reach the door, one helpless, hobbling step at a time.

He felt himself pulled back by a strong arm around his neck. Now that he was hunched over, Jess found it easier to grab the giant of a man. “Remember me?” he purred, using the same flirtatious tone he had taken at the nightclub.

Micah gave a rasping laugh, his hand pulled away from the wound for a vital instant. “Yeah, I remember you…” he sighed. It was all just sort of distantly amusing now. He was paranoid, but he was also right. “I remember you.” He couldn’t remember if he had said that already, and it was so cold in here. He shivered. “It was you, wasn’t it? With that guy…Holmes…” he laughed. “Is your name…Moriarty?” He could almost feel what years of TV programs had shown—synapses or nerves or whatever firing, just shooting off whatever they thought of first, making him say crazy shit as he no longer seemed to care. “You got him.”

“I certainly did,” Jess chuckled. “And now I’ve got you, too.” He bent down and kissed the man, roughly. He was certainly fading fast.

“Why…?” Micah gasped. His breathing was slow, so slow. It felt like a revelation, like something he should have known his whole life. If only he could go swimming like this, not needing oxygen! He could hibernate. He could…his eyelids were so, so heavy, but he wanted to fix the man’s image in his mind forever so the police would know… “Who?” It was nice to be kissed, though, and he tried to reach up and grab the man, to hold him until help came, to touch skin one last time. His fingers barely fluttered.

“He was delicious.” Jess murmured against Micah’s mouth. It had taken him only a few nights to find out where Micah lived. Following him home from the nightclub had been the hardest part, since the paranoid man seemed to constantly be watching. It was wonderful to finally have the man who had seen him for what he was at his mercy. “Sleep well, Micah.”

In the time it took him to try and think of something witty to say, Micah died.

Jess butchered the beautiful bouncer efficiently, taking only the parts he knew he would use in the next few days. He gave him a last kiss, then left through the back door, his bloody apron stashed in a bag along with various kinds of meat and some used kitchen knives.

Luck Grown Up

“Augustus?” a quiet voice called from the Roman’s doorway. Augustus hardly recognized the man standing there. He wasn’t the shy, tiny waif that he remembered. Luck had grown taller, though not much broader. His sandy blond hair was tied back neatly and his mismatched eyes were more confident.

Augustus frowned when he glanced up. “Can I—Luck!” Augustus leapt to his feet and rushed to embrace his lover. “You’re…different. And you’ve been gone so long, damn you!”

Luck kissed Augustus over and over, hugging him tightly. “I’m sorry,” he smiled, “but I had lots to do. Did you get my letters?” He stroked Augustus’ strong jaw, enjoying the stubble.

“Yes, I got your letters. And all your, ah, treasures. I kept them all.” Augustus felt his eyes tearing up, so he turned away. “But where were you?! What did you have to do that was so damned important?” He kept hugging Luck, almost too tightly, stroking the thinner boy—man’s—back over and over in a restless pattern. “Gods…you’re growing a beard!”

“I know.” He sounded remorseful. “I missed you. And I wanted to come back sooner, but I don’t think I’d have grown up unless I did what I did.” He nuzzled Augustus, stroking his hair and pretending not to see his lover’s tears. “But I went everywhere. It was so amazing. The world is so big.”

“Yes, it is big,” Augustus smiled and surreptitiously wiped his eyes. “And I would have gone with you, dammit! Why did you need to grow up, now, all of a sudden. Why not centuries ago! Why now…without me…” The last part was whispered.

Luck kissed him and smiled foolishly. “You can’t breathe underwater, silly.” He crawled up into his big lover’s arms like he used to. “You’re part of why I had to grow up. ‘cause I love you.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” the stocky Roman growled. “You’re…you’re taller than me!” he gasped. “…never mind.”

“I’m part of the sea, Auggie. I can’t always choose what to do.” He grinned. “I’m taller, but you’re still big and strong.”

“The sea didn’t sweep in here and carry you away. You did! I mean…you walked…but you left!” Augustus was feeling increasingly helpless and confused by this new, older Luck. “Since when did you start calling me ‘Auggie’?”

“Do you not like it?” he frowned. “I had lots to do, Augustus. I met all the lords of fish and sea-mammals. I visited every body of water. I met lots of people and animals. I…sort of had a fling with the moon.” He flushed.

Augustus raised an eyebrow. “…and what does any of that have to do with me?”

“I lived like a boy all my life. I seduced you because I thought you would take care of me.” He nestled into Augustus’ chest. “But you were the first person to treat me like an adult and to make me feel grown up and in love and lust and I started aging.”

“I did take care of you,” Augustus whispered, hurt.

“Yes, but you also loved me. You took care of me like a lover.” Luck kissed him. “I’m sorry. I left, but I needed to and I missed you so much.”

Answered Prayer

Dr. Polidori is in his room, horrified, satisfied and aroused by what he has finally just done with Byron. His mind keeps ranging back to the small scourge he keeps under his bed for moments of crisis such as this. Finally, he can’t take the internal torment anymore, and he rummages past the things that have collected under his bed for the instrument. Soon, he is reciting the mea culpa and flagellating himself. Unfortunately, it’s very hard to flog yourself quietly…

Byron opened the door quietly and watched the spectacle for a few minutes before clearing his throat.

"Ideo precor beátam Maríam semper Vírginem--" He times his blows to match the words, and Byron's throat clearing falls during a quiet moment. Startled, he drops the scourge and jumps, stifling his cry with a hand to his mouth. "My...my Lord! You startled me..." he says, quietly, eyes downcast, and bright red. He's panting a little, and his face is covered in a light sheen of sweat.

"Why are you flogging yourself, dear Poli?" Byron says patiently, folding his arms over his bare chest. He's wearing a robe, but it hasn't been tied, revealing absolutely everything.

Polidori can only stare, his mind absolutely blank at the dual prospect of explaining himself and of Byron's cock.

"Well?" Byron raised an eyebrow. "Is this just masochistic joy or are you punishing yourself for some sinful deed?"

"I--I--" he croaks, shoving the scourge under the bed, as if by hiding it he can make it go away. He's beginning to get chilled.

"Is this because we've fucked now?"

"Please leave," he says, very quietly.

"Why? Is this a private flogging?"

The statement is so absurd that Polidori gives a brief, startled burst of laughter, before collecting himself again. "I...I'm sorry if the noise disturbed you," he says, as calmly and rationally as he can.

"Answer me, Poli. Are you punishing yourself or just enjoying?"

Byron demanded.

"Yes," he says, the word coming out as a pained, reluctant gasp.

"Which one?"

"You know which one."

"Ah. What have you done this time, you sinful lech?" he smirked.

"What?" he gasps. "You--you know very well what I've done!"

"Because we've fucked? And you think you can flog yourself hard enough to punish yourself for that?" Byron grabbed the scourge from under the bed. "Would you like me to hit you properly?" he grinned like he was baring his teeth.

Polidori's eyes go wide with shock and, yes, terror...and his cock hardens, only adding to the absurdity of the situation. He falls backwards, catching himself on his hands, still on his knees.

Byron burst into laughter. "Well?"

He can only stare at the man standing over him, speechless again.

Byron raised the scourge and brought it down on Poli's back hard.

Polidori shrieks, his back arching and hands clawing as though he's cumming, his cock rising until it's resting against his stomach.

Byron chuckles, his own cock hardening at the masochist's reaction. "You like that?" he murmured.

"...yes..." he gasps, staring up at Byron, hands nearly touching the other's feet as he's on all fours.

"Kiss my feet." Byron demanded, raising the scourge and bringing it down across Poli's shoulders.

Polidori screams with wild ecstasy, and slides across the rough floor on his knees, lowering his lips to Byron's feet, kissing frantically.

The scourge arcs and connects again with his back with a wonderful snapping sound. Byron wasn't lying about being able to hurt him properly.

Polidori's hands are clenched so tightly that his nails are digging into his palms, but he hardly notices--his attention is all on the feet in front of him, and the delicious agony of the scourge across his back and shoulders. It does feel much better than when he does it himself.

"Suck my cock, Poli." Byron tells him after maybe twenty lashes. His cock is now fully hard and he can hardly stand to have Poli kissing his feet when his cock is demanding attention.

Polidori lifts himself, rather stiffly and painfully, to oblige. As satisfying as kissing the feet was, taking the engorged cock in his mouth is thousands of times better. He rests a hand on each of Byron's thighs to steady himself, braced for more blows.

Byron hits Poli more carefully now, though still hard enough that he's raising red welts across the man's back. He just doesn't want his cock getting bitten.

Polidori tries to feel Byron's muscles moving, so he'll know when the other is about to land a blow and not accidentally bit his cock off, and he's completely lost in the sensations of sucking and being expertly beaten.

Byron grabs Poli by the hair with one hand, keeping him steady in his motions and forcing his cock deeper into the other. With his other hand he arcs the flogger through the air until the tips bite against Poli's tender skin. His entire back and shoulders are red now, welts crisscrossing the area.

Polidori groans around his mouthful, arching his neck to test how far he can extend with the hand in his hair, eagerly leaning forward again to reach along the shaft, giving a stifled cry as the scourge strikes.

Byron forces Polidori's mouth all the way to the base of his cock, groaning. He bends over the other so his abdomen is pressed against Poli's forehead, the scourge reaching the other man's bare buttocks now.

Polidori helplessly wraps his arms around the other man's middle, pressing himself close, groaning in a fierce, desperate rhythm, as the scourge reaches this new area.

Byron curls the implement and snaps it over the tender white flesh, starting to cum in the back of Polidori's mouth.

Polidori struggles a bit as he tastes the unfamiliar substance, lifting his ass to meet the scourge.

Byron whips the flogger over Polidori's ass one last time as he orgasms, then drops it on the floor, pulling himself back from the other man's mouth.

Polidori screams all the sounds that had been trapped by the cock, clinging to his Lord and passionately kissing his firm stomach.

Byron chuckled, looking down at Poli with a smirk. "Feel better, or do we need to whip more sin out of you?"

"...ahhh..." he gasps, looking up Byron's chest at the man standing above him.

"Did you swallow my cum?"

"...yes..." Polidori says, eyes unfocused. He's swaying a bit, supported by Byron's hips.

Byron pulls him to his feet by a hand and his hair, helping him to the bed and sitting with him.

Polidori leans against him, head resting on Byron's shoulder, face turned to him with rather a guilty expression.

Byron laughs, "Still feeling guilty, are we?"

"Always," he says with a dramatic sigh, smiling.

Byron slapped him.

"Ah!" he cries, clapping a hand to his face, shocked. He looks at Byron with a hurt expression.

Byrrn chuckled, laying back on the bed and yawning. "Feel better now?"

Polidori hesitates for a moment before laying on his bed next to his lover. "...yes?" he says, not sure of the right answer.

"Oh Poli," the handsome man sighed. "You really should answer honestly."

"...mostly I just feel confused." He insinuates himself onto Byron's shoulder.

"So I shouldn't play into your masochistic desires?"

"Ah...I didn't..." he feels rather trapped by this conversation...although most conversations with this infernal man are traps.

"Speak up then."

"You should...do what you want..." he attempts.

"I always do," he chuckled.

"I'm glad..." he snuggles happily against the other.

Little Grantaire and Luc

A Note of Warning: I don’t usually like to do these, but…this story makes it necessary. Neither Carcajou or myself in any way endorse violence against children, sexual or otherwise. That part of the story is not written for our enjoyment. We get no sexual satisfaction from it. It is simply an unfortunate event in our version of Grantaire’s life.

Trigger warning: rape, abuse, incest, child abuse

Grantaire is working in the family's small, dusty herb garden. He's thinking, of all things, about marriage. Several village girls have made eyes at him, and he's aware that several of their fathers have spoken to his brother and mother--also aware of the answer, "No. We need him here." He is wearing a shirt despite the heat, to hide the bruises his brother gave him after the last father had come to the farm. His brother had called him a slut and accused him of leading the girls on so he could abandon his family. He was right about one thing--he didn't care about the girls, not -that- way.

One of the village boys came by, leading a goat. "Hello, Alain." he grinned. He was half naked and still sweating from the heat and his work. "Aren't you warm?"

Grantaire smiles shyly at the handsome older boy, feeling his shameful penis stir and blushing a little. He feels like one of the girls. "Hi, Luc. I, uh, actually find it cooler with a shirt on," he says, rather lamely.

Luc chuckled a bit at the younger boy's stuttering reply. He knew Alain's... leanings. He never looked at the girls. Honestly, Luc was curious to try him out, he'd been with girls before, but never with another boy. "Are you busy?"

"Um, yes..." He waves at the dry earth and the thin, yellow plants. "I'm carrying water. Usually there's more water here, but as you know, it's been a dry year, so we have to water them..." he stops abruptly, realizing he's babbling. "There are some weeds over here, if you aren't in a hurry. For the goat, I mean."

"I'll let him get those." Luc led the goat to the weeds, crouching down next to the animal to relax. "But I can't be too long, maman expects milk for supper." He takes a stick, buries it in the earth and ties the goat to it. "I can get water with you."

"Thanks!" he says, grinning. "I'll get another bucket." He hurries back with a wooden bucket, identical to the one he's been hauling for hours. "The stream is this way." He pats the goat as he passes.

"Nahhhh," says the goat, munching on the weeds. Luc takes the bucket and they head down to the stream together.

Grantaire is quite flustered to be so close to the large, tanned, handsome, muscular object of his admiration. But every time he feels...stirrings...he remembers his mother's eyes looking at him disapprovingly out of the dark of her bed, praying over him; his brother beating him. And...the other thing. He shivers in the shade of the trees near the stream.

"Cold?" Luc asked, putting an arm around the shivering boy.

"A little...I was so hot, and in the shade..." he nestles into the arm, as he's seen the girls do with boys they fancy. He imagines he's one of them, and that they're going to be married...he shakes himself, and pulls away from Luc. "Here's the stream," he says, redundantly, and busies himself filling his buckets.

Luc filled his buckets with water, then put them down next to the stream on a smooth rock.

Grantaire watches him, puzzled. "What're you doing?" he asks, struggling considerably more to get his buckets comforably balanced to carry back.

Luc took them from him, setting the buckets next to him and pushing Alain down against the cool grass, straddling him with a grin.

Grantaire's eyes go wide, and he flops helplessly. "...Luc?" he asks, bemused, "what're you doing?" His cock hardens, almost painfully quickly, and his eyes widen with horror, then just as quickly snap shut with shame, and he squirms to get away. "I, uh...we..."

Luc leans down into him and presses their lips together. So far, no different than the girls. He squirms and protests just like they do.

Grantaire is completely torn--on one hand, this is what he's been imagining since...a long time. On the other, this is exactly what his family has warned him about. He makes a brief, helpless noise, before deciding to pretend it was a joke, and pushing Luc with a laugh.

Luc grinned, pinning R gently and kissing him again.

"Stop it," he says, his voice tremulous and uncertain.

Luc sat back on R's thighs, looking down at the lump in Alain's trousers. "Really?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Yes!" he cries, going red and turning away. "This isn't funny. That's...wrong."

"I thought you liked men." Luc looked confused. "And you're hard as a rock." he touched Alain's thigh, next to his erection.

"Ah..." R sighs, his head going back, hands clawing at the grass. "I..."

Luc stood up, undoing his own trousers and standing over Alain, naked. "Yes or no?" he asked. He was semi-erect, cock starting to blush red with blood.

Grantaire is trembling, nibbling his lip, and torn by desire and shame. His body shows this--he's sitting heavily on his haunches, keeping the bulk of his body as far away from Luc as he can, but his head and neck are arched as close to the other man as they can, with an expression of longing for the cock dangling before him. He shakes his head, violently, but it's not clear what he's saying.

Luc kneels down, touching Alain's chest. "It's okay. I won't hurt you."

Grantaire raises an eyebrow. "What do you want?" He leans into the touch, more comforted by it than he's...well...comfortable with.

"We could fuck. Or just kiss… I just want to try it." Luc shrugged, laying down in the grass next to Alain and pulling him into his chest.

"T-try what, exactly?" he stammers, because he's trembling so violently, and so anxious. He nestles against the warm, hairy chest, looking with big, concerned eyes at the larger man.

"Sex with another boy." Luc grinned down at him. "Don't you want to?"

"Yes!" he cries, then quickly claps a hand over his mouth and rolls off of Luc, landing on his knees in the grass, bright red. After a moment, he takes his hand away, and whispers, "I mean, no."

"It's okay if you want to." Luc told him, "or if you just want to touch yourself here with me," he smiled.

Grantaire makes incoherent noises, turning away from Luc so the other won't see he's crying.

Luc grabs his trousers and puts them over his lap, wrapping his arms around Alain. "I'm sorry, I thought you liked boys!"

Grantaire whirls. "Please don't go!" he cries through his tears. He leans into the hug, all but sobbing on Luc's shoulder. "I...I don't know!"

"It's okay, we won't do anything." he pulls Alain into his lap and holds him against his chest. His erection has died and now he's just worried looking.

Grantaire soon relaxes, his sobs becoming little hiccups as he nestles against Luc. "Thank you," he murmurs. "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay. You're okay." he pets R's hair

"Thank you," he repeats. "I...have you...you know..." he blushes, but more out of embarrassment than shame.

"What?"

"...have you ever slept with a man before?" he says in a rush.

"No."

"Then...what're you doing?" R asks, perplexed.

"I want to." he shrugged. "Do you?"

"It's wrong!" he exclaims, his body showing exactly the opposite.

"Why do you say that?" Luc looked confused.

"It's dirty and a sin and you'll go to hell," he whispers, eyes wide with terror at even talking about it. "Bad things will happen."

Luc laughed. "That's ridiculous. My maman would have told me if I would go to hell for that."

"...she didn't?" he asks, baffled. "But...my maman tells me I will all the time. Maybe she just didn't want to tell you, so that it wouldn't even occur to you."

"Well... I'll ask her." Luc said resolutely. “And you should come with me."

"I've got things to do...chores..." he waves a hand at the buckets.

"I'll help, then you can come meet my maman and we'll ask her." Luc said, putting his pants back on and grabbing the buckets.

"...are you sure? I suppose...Pierre won't be back for a few hours, and I've done almost everything..." Grantaire wavers--he wants to go, but knows he shouldn't and that he'll be punished. Although almost everything he does is punished, so does it really matter?

"Come on." Luc grinned. "I'm sure you can have some supper with us."

"...alright..." Grantaire agrees, smiling shyly. He grabs his two buckets and starts his slow, labored way back to the garden, trying hard not to spill.

Luc and Grantaire made it back to the Grantaire farm quickly. Then Luc takes the other boy back to his family farm.

Grantaire trails behind when the farm comes into sight--even though it's quite close to his own, he has never visited. He pretends to be herding the goat, but it's not necessary, and he's really just afraid.

Luc ties up the goat and leads R into the house, taking off his shoes.

"Maman?"

R follows his example, staying shadow-close to the larger boy, acting much younger than he is.

Luc wandered off quietly as soon as he saw his maman, smiling. She went to take Grantaire by the hand and lead him into the kitchen. "Hello, sweet boy. You're Alain, aren't you, the youngest Grantaire boy?" she smiled, cutting some bread and goat cheese for him. They could see Luc milking the goat outside.

Grantaire nods, shyly. "Yes. How do you do, madame Bahorel?" he asks, as politely as he can.

"I'd be better if my boy came home sooner with that goat. How is your maman, still sick?"

"Sorry, that was my fault. He stopped to help me." He gazes up, rather in awe of this large, competent, strong woman. "Yes, she is..." he bows his head, trying to look...sad? Pious? Like he believes she'll ever get better?

"Oh, don't worry about that, sweetheart. Luc is a bit of a wanderer and no one can stop him from doing that." she smiled, kissing his cheek and giving him some bread and cheese.

He takes the bread and cheese, then blurts, "Is it a sin for a man to want to sleep with another man?"

She chuckles. "Oh sweet boy, no of course not. It's quite normal."

"...oh. My maman and my brother always say it is, and that if I ever even think about it, God will know and I'll go to Hell, so I try really hard not to, but..." he blushes. "I'm sorry...." In carrying the buckets, his shirt has shifted, exposing the edge of one of his bruises.

"Well, god forgive me for saying so, but your brother is a pig-fucking piece of shit." she said matter-of factly.

Grantaire's eyes go wide. "W-what?" He gives a startled laugh, watching her a little warily.

"I grew up with your maman and she was a fine woman. But she hasn't been well for a long time. She's not raising that boy right. I don't think anyone else has been beating you."

"Oh..." he says, "Well, you know, I'm clumsy, and I make mistakes, and I talk back when I shouldn't..." He's backing away toward the door, a charming smile plastered on his face. "He's right to beat me...you know."

"He's not your father and he doesn't own you, boy. You need to stick up for yourself."

Grantaire shakes his head violently. "No, he's always been like a father to me. He's always taken care of maman and me. I have to listen to him, respect him, and abide by him. I have to please him," he says, rather more significantly than he had intended to.

Marie frowned. "Oh, Alain, I didn't know he was doing that." she wrapped him gently in her arms. "You can stay here, you know. To get away from him." she said quietly.

Grantaire blinks, startled by the warm, woman-smelling scent of her. His mother smells like a shadow of this woman, and he's never been held by her like this. "W-what do you mean?" he asks, somewhat smooshed by her bosom.

"He ...hurts you. He rapes you. Am I right?" she kisses the top of his head.

Grantaire's eyes widen, and he tries to pull away, horrified. "No!" he yells. "I never said that! Why would you...I mean...I don't know what you're talking about! I don't know what that means!" He's almost hysterical, shaking and trying to push her away.

"Shh, it's okay, petit Alain." she sat him down, firmly. "You can be honest."

Grantaire suddenly finds himself in a chair, tears streaming down his face, which is buried in his hands. He shakes his head, whispering, "I'm sorry," over and over again.

"It's not your fault, there's no need for apologies," she murmurs.

"No! It is my fault! It has to be!"

"It's not. It's his fault, petit. You're not the one to blame."

"It's not his fault. He took care of me...of us...we would've died without him. He needed it. He couldn't afford to marry, he couldn't leave us, so I needed to take care of him."

She grabbed him by the chin. "Do not apologize for that horrible boy. You have never needed him and if your maman was well, she'd have beaten him senseless for what he's done to you." Marie told him.

Grantaire falls forward into her arms, so still that except for his slow, slow breathing, he could be a corpse, his face still wet.

"Mon petit." she smiled. "You'll stay here tonight."

"Alright," he says, without any intonation, clearly not caring at this point.

She stood up and left as Luc came in, letting him take over comforting the boy. She gave him a stern look as she passed though. Luc smiled at her, picking R up and carrying him to his room.

Grantaire passively allows himself to be carried, snuggling against the larger boy's chest. "Luc?"

"Mhm?"

"What'cha doin'?" he asks, sounding rather exhausted by the events of the day.

"Tucking you into bed." he took off Grantaire's shirt and tucked him under the quilt. Luc sat at the edge of the bed and stroked Alain's hair.

says: (11:04:47 PM)

"Oh. 'k." Grantaire snuggles into the bed, yawning, then scootches over to Luc, pressing against him with all his might.

New Puppy

R is drinking alone in a cafe, nursing a bottle of wine and a loaf of garlic bread

He finds his head jerked back painfully by the hair and someone slides into the bench with him, nipping his unshaven jaw with a grin. Grantaire is released and Luc takes the wine bottle his friend is nursing, taking a mouthful. He makes a face. "Not very good, is it."

Halfway between fear and arousal (until he sees that it's Luc, when the balance races to arousal). "Ah...Luc..." he gasps, instantly hard. "N-no, it's not..."

Luc grins, pulling R into a kiss by his rumpled cravat.

R blushes, mumbling, "Luc...here?"

"Why not?" he bites R's lower lip with a smirk.

"...I taste like garlic?" he murmurs, realizing the cafe, already fairly quiet, emptied at Luc's arrival.

Luc raised an eyebrow. "How horrible. I won't be able to kiss you until you wash out your mouth." he murmured practically against Grantaire's lips.

"...sorry..." R has never been very good with teasing.

Luc pushed the other further back against the wall in their little booth, pulling his head back and undoing his cravat.

Grantaire is too shy to actively participate in being undressed...but he doesn't protest. He does, however, struggle playfully.

The struggling only makes Luc's grin a bit wider. He pushes off the other's cravat, stripping off Grantaire's coat and instead of working on the buttons, takes his shirt in two hands and pulls. The sound of the buttons popping off and rolling away on the floor was quite audible.

R's eyes widen, trying to hide his near horror at the destroyed shirt he cannot afford to replace.

Luc smirked, tugging off the rest of R's shirt, biting at Grantaire's chest just beneath his collarbone.

R forgets the shirt, head flying back, clutching at Luc, nails digging in wherever they can, giving a bitten off scream at the sensation.

Luc smirked, putting a hand between the other's legs, squeezing none-too-gently as he dug his teeth into R's skin harder

The grope is just this side of painful, making R thrash beneath the other. He tries to escape, mostly playfully, rolling his shoulders from side to side to loosen the teeth.

Luc groaned, releasing him with his teeth but not his hand. He grabbed Grantaire by the hips and pulls him down so he's practically flat on the booth and Luc can be on all fours above him, smirking down at him.

Trapped by the cock, flat on his back, R gasps and pants up at Luc, enjoying the helpless fear of being totally prone.

Luc chuckled. "Mm, you've missed me, haven't you." he squeezed the other again, a little less hard this time.

"Ye--" finding that he can't finish the word, hips already beginning to buck against the restraining hands, R simply nods.

Luc groaned, pleased. He tugged at the other's pants, fingernails clawing down the other's ass and thighs.

"Ah! Oui, mon Dieu, Luc! Je viens..." he grits his teeth, effort turning his face nearly purple as he strains to hold on.

"Ah ah ah, not so fast." Luc warned. "Or I'll stop." he bit down on the other's nipple, fingers curling around Grantaire's cock.

Grantaire moans heart-rendingly, arching his neck so he can watch the hand on his exposed cock, rocking from side to side at the teeth on that sensitive area.

Luc smirked around the other's nipple, pulling back and taking R's cock in his mouth

"Ah!" R's legs kick and jerk as though he's being hung, biting deep into his lip, eyes shut painfully tightly. His hands roam up and down the other's chest, clawing a little.

Luc is surprisingly gentle at first, then starts using his teeth, fingernails digging in hard at Grantaire's hips, dragging down hard.

"...Luc...je vien tres bientot...s'il te plait..."

He pulled back, smirking. "Not yet." he practically growled, tugging down his own pants and pulling Grantaire into his lap. He spat in his palm sliding two fingers into R's ass.

Tears flow down R's face, his breathing becoming muffled sobs, as he fights not to come. His hand strays desperately to his own cock, eyes still closed, trying to brace himself for Luc's cock.

Luc pulled the other further into his lap, impaling him completely with a loud groan, tipping his own head back slightly. "Oh god...."

"Ah..." if he wasn't already so aroused, being entered that quickly at such an angle would be too much. As it is...it's delicious. He tenses his ass, pulling Luc deeper, stroking him.

Luc groaned, pulling the other against his hips hard. "Ahh..." he clawed his nails down the other's stomach. "Come for me."

Screaming, R grabs his own cock, giving it two hard thrusts, folding it against himself to minimize the mess, before coming violently, rocking back into Luc's chest. "Don't stop...don't stop..." he gasps.

Luc pulls out and forces his way back in hard, coming inside the other, filling him and leaking out.

R jerks wildly, dry-coming despite his shrinking cock. Tears run down his face again, and he burrows against his lover's chest, shuddering with every breath. "Gooood..." he sighs at last, curving his neck back to watch the other.

Luc groaned, collapsing on the other slowly. "Mnnn... so tight." he didn't pull out quite yet, just laying on R.

Even shrinking, Luc is still quite the ass-full. R groans, squashed and filled to the brim. "Roll over, you lump..."

"Mmm..." he smirked, slowly getting up, dripping down onto the still-prone Grantaire. He chuckled, pulling his pants back on. "I'm going to get some -real- wine." he smirked, standing and heading for the counter.

R can only nod, sprawled and dripping on the bench. "...hurry..." he gasps. He likes, almost needs, to be held after sex.

Luc returned in only a few seconds, with wine. He pulled the other up into his lap, smirking. "Want to pull up your pants?"

"Can't..." he's hauled into Luc's lap, nestling with a little purr, groping for the wine.

Luc opened the wine, handing it to R with a grin. When the drunkard took it, he pulled up R's slightly torn pants, managing to cover most of him.

R gulps the wine to refresh himself, a little trickling from the corners of his mouth. He wiggles to help the pants on, frowning a little.

Luc licked the spilt wine from his lover's chin, grinning. "You need new pants."

Grantaire shivers with delight at the feeling of having his face licked. He blushes a little, glancing at his pants and the scraps of his sleeves still clinging to him. "No, it's fine, really.

Luc raised an eyebrow. "These are going to fall off the second you stand up." he indicated the lack of buttons -which had joined the shirt buttons under the table- and a tear up the thigh.

R shrugs, trying to be casual. "Don't worry about it, I can get more."

"Come home with me, Rene will dress you." he smirked, stealing the wine back for a long drink.

"...ah...no, really, that's not necessary." R blushes further, trying not to think about where he'll end up spending the night; he has too much pride to always go to his friends for help.

"You don't get a say in this." he laughed, as if R had said something incredibly naive and silly.

Grantaire makes his most stubborn face, which isn't very convincing, considering the thoughts rolling through his head. "I spent half of this week at Rene's. That's more than enough."

"You know we both expect you to start living with us permanently any day now." he smirked. "We have bets going on how long it will take you to realize that."

R's mouth gapes open and closed, bright red now. "I...what?"

"I've already lost, so I don't see any point in prolonging it." he laughed. "Did you honestly think we were just 'putting up with you'?"

R nods, bursting into noisy tears, trying to apologize through his sobs.

Luc smiled a little, stroking the other's hair and pulling him against his chest. "It's alright."

R creeps up the larger man until he's secure in Luc's arms. "Let's go...home." he whispers into the larger man's ear.

Luc wrapped Grantaire up in the remnants of his coat and picked up him, holding him against his chest easily. "Home it is." he agreed, carrying his lover home.

Grantaire steals the bottle for the trip, nestled in Luc's arms.

Luc keeps Grantaire's shirt and jacket closed as best as he can as they walk home, grinning. He opened his mouth for R to pour wine in.

R reaches up, a little awkwardly, giving Luc wine. Blushing a little, he murmurs, "it might be easier if we just..." and pours some into his own mouth, offering lips and wine to his lover.

Luc smirked, kissing the other, opening his mouth into the kiss to swallow the offered wine. "Mmm."

"What? You make that face a lot," R teases, though he's still cautious.

"I just like your new method... where'd you learn that?" he taunted, nibbling Grantaire's exposed neck.

Grantaire laughs, but there's a shadow behind his eyes. "Drunkards can't be choosy. ...are you sure Rene won't mind?" he asks, obviously changing the subject.

"You do realize he enjoys having us in the house, right? Or at least you. There's just no way he's getting rid of me." he grinned.

Grantaire laughs, "Whether he wants you or not, my little barnacle? ...if you're sure."

"Barnacle?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Mmhmm. I heard how you two met."

"Hm." he laughed. "Did he tell you it was love at first sight?" he nipped the other's jaw again, shifting the other man in his arms to hold him more comfortably.

R raises an eyebrow. "...not exactly. He -did- tell me that you more or less took over his flat. ...you can put me down if I'm too heavy." Contradictorily, he snuggles closer to Luc's chest.

"I did take over. And he liked it." he chuckled, wrapping his arms around Grantaire so that he could pinch the other's ass as he walked.

"Ooh!" R wriggles happily. "Mmm...you're good for each other, you two. You...you work. I don't want to change that."

"Do you not want to stay with us?" he asked.

Grantaire looks up, eyes wide and hurt. He can't speak and doesn't need to.

Luc sighed. "R, you know we both love you. We hate to see you sleeping in the streets and in strange beds when your home is with us."

Grantaire looks away, unable to meet Luc's eyes. He nods, burrowing even closer. "Enjolras won't like it," he says, suddenly.

"And I care what Enjolras thinks about this? I'm not giving you a choice, Grantaire. You're coming home." he raised an eyebrow, nails digging into the drunkard's ass.

"Ah..." the sensation makes R writhe, cock hardening, pressing his ripped pants apart awkwardly.

Luc grinned. "Good boy." he ignored the other's erection teasingly, nails still dug into the other's flesh. "Ah, we're here." he dropped R unceremoniously on the doorstep, opening the door.

R stumbles, barely avoiding hitting the door with his face. "...thanks," he says, wryly.

"Welcome. Get up and get in." he smirked.

He pads in, looking around as though seeing the flat for the first time.

Though everything was fairly neat and cozy, there was a loud banging in the other room accompanied by moaning.

R blushes, retreating to the comfort of Luc's arms. "...maybe we should come back later?"

"No." he raised an eyebrow. "This is our flat too." he opened the door to their room and stuck in his head. "Time to leave! Rene, it's dinner time." There was some yelping and a barely dressed woman fled from the flat, red-faced.

Grantaire raises an eyebrow. "Oh. A woman. Um...I can cook. Does he know I'm coming?"

Rene came out after a moment, grinning and naked, followed by Luc. "My R." he hugged him tightly, kissing his cheek. "Uh... what happened to your pants?"

Grantaire wraps himself around Rene, eel-like. This makes him let go of his pants, the torn garment sliding down his hips to land on the floor. He jerks his head in Luc's direction.

Luc grins, shrugging. "I admit, it's my fault."

"I think I still have some that might fit you." Rene teased. "I don't even have to ask what you were doing, but I am curious as to where."

Grantaire blushes. "...I'd appreciate it. Just to borrow. I didn't mean to interrupt...he made me come here."

"He made you? Did you have other plans?" he chuckled.

"Well, I had reservations at a fine hotel..." he shakes his head, clearly close to tears. "...thank you."

"So you'll stay?" Rene sits on the lounge, pulling Grantaire down with him to cling to him.

R snuggles, eyes saying everything he can't, twisted around to gaze into Rene's eyes.

"Je t’aime." he nuzzled into the other, arms wrapped tightly around Grantaire's waist.

"Je t’aime aussi." Grantaire yawns audibly, suddenly exhausted by the day's events.

"Mm this is very touching, but ....I'm hungry." Luc leaned over them.

"What do you want?" Rene chuckled, kissing Grantaire gently and nestling against his chest.

R laughs. "Has anyone ever told you that you're a wretch?"

"Many times." he slid onto the lounge to bite R's ear.

Rene left the other two to start dinner, laughing.

"Hey! That's not for eating!" Grantaire smooshes and stretches to perfectly fill the space between them.

"Until there's something else to eat, it'll do." Luc growled into the other's ear, gnawing.

R laughs, writhing with delight, erection growing. "Mmm...blow into my ear like that again..."

Luc blows into the other's ear, grinning. He licks along the outer edge of R's ear. "Mmmm, not as filling as I wanted, but pretty tasty."

"Hmm. That's because Rene washed me last time I was here. Normally it would be much more...filling. I could get used to this soft life," he laughs, voice getting a little breathy.

"Good. Because now that you're here, you can never leave!" Luc said in a dramatic voice.

R laughs, stretching out and glancing around. "...I've gotten that impression. Shouldn't we help Rene?" Grantaire lowers his voice, "I didn't think he could cook..."

Luc grinned. "He can... he only burns things about half the time."

Rene gave him a look from over a recipe book.

R laughs, grinning at Rene. "What's for dinner?" Turning back to Luc, he adds, "you've obviously never suffered Ferre's cooking. He turns everything into blackened lumps of coal."

"You'd think a doctor would be good at following exact instructions." Luc puzzled. "You can help him if you want. I'm not cooking. I cooked yesterday."

R looks surprised. "Oh? I thought Rene did all the cooking. ...actually, I thought you two ate out all the time. He's fine at following instructions, but he gets distracted. And it's more of an art than a science..." R goes to the kitchen, twining himself around Rene. "Rene, love...you're adding sugar. I think it's salt you want. Has my presence flustered you?" he grins.

"Apparently." he laughed a bit. "But it was only a pinch, I doubt we'll be able to taste it... right?"

Luc snickered. "We only eat out most of the time."

R grabs Rene's hands, pulling them behind his lover's back playfully. "...right. Out with you." Keeping him restrained like this, Grantaire marches the taller man back to Luc, taking over the kitchen.

Luc takes Rene, ruffling his lover's already ruffled hair. "I'll make sure he doesn't go near the dinner again." he teased.

Rene raised an eyebrow. "I didn't see you trying to make anything for us." he poked Luc. "Thank you, R. I didn't know you could cook."

R blushes, mumbling something as he goes back to the kitchen. The sight of fresh chicken almost has him drooling. Cutting it into pieces, he chops garlic, rubbing it into the meat with some other spices. He lays it in a pan, making sure the fire is well stoked before setting it in to bake. "...your bread's a bit stale, mmm? Never mind." Sniffing at the crumb-ridden butter to make sure it's good, he slices the bread, coating it with butter and a little more garlic, before laying it on top of the stove to soften.

Rene watched him cook from Luc's lap, smiling a little. Luc was busy picking grit out of a scrape on his knuckles.

R joins them while waiting for the food to cook, nestling between Rene's legs, looking up at Luc. He yawns again, eyes drifting shut.

Rene started to run his fingers through Grantaire's hair slowly, brushing it out and then starting to braid it. Luc looked down at R, raising an eyebrow.

"...what're you doing?" he murmurs sleepily, grinding his head in Rene's lap a little.

"Mmmnn." Rene groaned a little when R pressed back into his lap. "Braiding your hair, amant."

"...I see. ...don't let the chicken burn..." he drifts off to sleep.

"I won't." Rene chuckled, finishing the braid and moving his hands to Grantaire's shoulders to massage him gently.

Luc peers down at his two men. "...you wouldn't believe how much trouble it was to...convince...him to come here." He says softly. "Stop that, his hair's weird enough," he laughs, "my restless-handed love." He places a hand beneath Rene's chin, forcing his head back for a kiss.

Rene made a soft noise into the kiss, finally recovering his mouth and nestling against Luc's chest, pulling Grantaire further into his own lap. "What is it about this boy that makes him refuse things he wants and needs?" he murmured.

Luc shrugs; questions like that make his head hurt. "We just won't give him a choice." He strokes Rene's hair, trying to 'braid' it, and essentially tying it in knots.

"I never intended to." Rene waved his hands away, untangling his hair with a grin. "Why do you even try, my love?"

"I wanted to see if I could do it." Luc frowns at the sleeping man. "We should've done this sooner. He...he belongs here." Luc trails off, having difficulty expressing himself at the moment.

Rene nodded, nuzzling against Luc's chest, tightening his arms around Grantaire. "I wish he thought he belonged here too." he sighed.

"He will..." Luc says, almost menacingly. "Go check the food."

"Yes sir." Rene chuckled, shifting so R was in Luc's lap and he was free to check the meat.

Luc squeezes at R, much more comfortable taking out his frustration with his hands than having to talk to the silly man.

Rene poked the food until he was satisfied that it was ready, getting out plates and setting the table. "Wake him up so he can eat with us."

R shifts in his sleep, making little unhappy noises, clearly having a nightmare.

Luc shook R as gently as he could manage, still squeezing a bit.

"...don't like women!" R mumbles as he wakes. He's disoriented at first, peering up at Luc. "Mm. Right, Rene's..."

Luc looked down at him with a funny expression. "I didn't know women haunted your dreams."

Rene grinned. "It's time to eat. Both of you get over here."

"...what? Oh. Um..." Glad for the interruption, R scrambles out of Luc's lap, almost racing for the table.

"I hope it's done to your liking." Rene served them all. Luc got up from the lounge, sitting at the table with his lovers.

Grantaire devours his food as if it's going out of style, barely tasting it.

Rene chuckled. "Where do you put it all?" he poked Grantaire's skinny abdomen, smiling affectionately. "We'll have to start feeding you more regularly."

R grins, settling back in his chair, watching the others eat. He's trying to gauge their reactions to the food, as discretely as he can.

Luc eats with his usual hunger, table manners seeming to be somewhat of a foreign concept to him. Rene savours everything.

R gives a happy sigh, so happy and content that it almost hurts.

When Rene's finished he clears the table. Luc smirks, grabbing Grantaire and tossing him over his shoulder, carrying him to the bed.

"Ack! What're you doing? Put me down!"

"Fine." he dropped him on the bed, jerking the remnants of Grantaire's pants off.

"...ah..." Not wearing any underwear, R's freshly roused cock almost leaps out once freed.

Luc smirked down at him. "There, is that so bad?" he strips off his own shirt and cravat.

Flat on his back, R shakes his head, grinning. With a half-moan, he reaches up for the dangling treasure between Luc's thighs.

Luc groans, weaving his fingers through R's hair, guiding the drunkard's head towards his rapidly rising cock

"Oh...is that how you want it..." he murmurs, in the seconds before he's effectively gagged. He opens his mouth eagerly, closing his lips just behind Luc's head, licking delicately at the little dimpled hole.

Luc tipped his head back, hand still in R's hair, groaning. Rene came in, pausing at the doorway with a grin. "Hm, what a delicious scene I've walked into."

R slides his teeth forward, grazing them along Luc's head until his teeth are closed gently over Luc's head, lips pulled back. If Luc doesn't keep still...R tugs backward a little, enjoying the pressure on his hair. His eyes flick to Rene.

Luc drew in a slow breath. "Nhhh..." his fingers tightened in the other's hair a bit, but he didn't dare be as rough as he usually was.

Rene smirked, going to kneel behind Luc, kissing downwards from the small of his back.

R smiles around his prize, pleased by how much control this position gives him. He's been saving saliva in his mouth since he began, and he begins slowly working his way up Luc's shaft, pulling himself along with his lips. He wraps his arms around Luc, so that his fingertips can brush Rene.

Rene laces their fingers together loosely, tongue darting into Luc as R starts drawing more of the large man into his mouth. Luc groans, knees practically buckling. "God.."

R grips Rene's fingers, squeezing his pleasure to the other. Relaxing his throat and carefully breathing through his nose, R feels Luc bump the back of his throat. Now he begins to move, having found his limit, drawing the organ in his mouth to ecstasies with throat, tongue, lips and teeth.

Rene chuckled as he feels Luc tense and relax with each motion Grantaire makes with his mouth. Carefully, he begins to work a finger into Luc, stretching him gently. His tongue and lips continue to explore the other's skin slowly.

Luc's back arches and he bites off a few cries. "Ff-fuck..." his fingers clench in R's hair spasmodically.

R draws his and Rene's joint hands in, until they're pressed around Luc's hips, giving Grantaire leverage. He's rocking back and firth, pivoting on Luc's cock, teeth safely tucked up for the most part.

Luc was keeping himself up mostly using Grantaire's head, so the rocking nearly brought him to his knees. He moved forward a little so he could lean on the bed. He hissed a little as Rene slid in a second finger, unable to keep himself from rocking his hips into R's mouth.

R laughs, the sound mostly emerging as a vibration around Luc's cock. He bites a little, warning Luc to keep still. He rolls his head from side to side now, tongue curling along Luc's length.

"Oh god.." he groaned, voice lower with lust. He tries to stay still, eyes rolling back a bit, but is so close to orgasm that he can't keep from thrusting a bit. Rene's fingers curled against Grantaire's, a third finger slowly forcing its way into Luc.

R has mercy on Luc, opening his mouth and pulling back so Luc can thrust, tongue flicking wickedly every few seconds.

Luc's entire body tenses and writhes with the sensation, his length hardening even further before he was forced over the limit by Rene's fingers finding his prostate. Luc cried out as he came in R's mouth.

R seals his lips, drinking the cum like fine wine, eyes closed with pleasure. His own cock is beaded with moisture, still hard and ready.

Rene removes his fingers as Luc collapses to the bed, laying on his back, still thrusting a bit. Rene smirked, forcing R back on the bed and straddling him.

R peers up at Rene, grinning wildly, a thin white trickle running down his jaw.

Rene licks the last drops of Luc's cum off Grantaire’s cheek, shifting forward so he can press his ass against R's erection. Luc's watching them, panting happily.

"Ah!" R cries, the sensation of entering someone still extremely novel. He fights to keep still, to let Rene impale himself.

Rene groans, tightening around Grantaire's cock, riding the other. He kept one hand on R's chest, the other starting to stroke his own dripping cock.

"...ngh..." R groans. He tries to grab Rene's cock, but another wave of pleasure lays him flat on the bed again. Effectively pinned, Grantaire can only state up at Rene, watching his beautiful lover ride him, pumping his own cock, black hair trailing over sweaty shoulders.

Luc sat up a little now, smirking as he moved behind Grantaire to grab his wrists, pinning them behind his head, almost painfully. Rene bit his lip, moaning as he rode Grantaire, speeding up as he pumped his own erection.

Grantaire shrieks, nearly coming at the sensation, trapped between the two men. He bites his lip as well, fighting for every continued second of pleasure.

Luc grins, bending down to kiss Grantaire, biting his lip. Rene arches his back on top of his lover, tightening around him as he comes over R's chest.

Grantaire lasts two more heartbeats after feeling the wet heat hit his chest. His head is flung violently from the kiss as he comes deep inside Rene.

Rene bucks again, crying out. "Oh, R!" he moaned. Luc laughed, pulling Grantaire up into his lap.

R gives a little eep as he's suddenly propelled backward, panting and sweating as he gazes dreamily at Rene.

Rene grins back at him, breathing hard. "Mmm." he flowed bonelessly into R's lap, laying his head on his lover's shoulder.

Luc chuckled. "Someone likes having his wrists held." he twists R's wrists a bit.

R gasps, feeling a bolt of pleasure roll down to his groin, even though he can't harden yet. He blushes, ducking his head.

Rene giggled a little, barely lucid at this point. "My beautiful boys." he closed his eyes. Luc yawned, releasing R's wrists and grabbing a blanket to cover them all with.

R burrows under the blanket until only his tousled hair is sticking out, nestling between the others. He looks distantly disappointed at his release.

Luc kissed Grantaire gently, hiding under the blankets with his lovers. They could already hear gentle snores from Rene.

Soon R is asleep, his hand automatically seeking the heat of Luc's cock.

Luc grins, closing his own eyes and tucking Grantaire's head under his chin comfortably, a large arm slung over both his lovers.

Grantaire dreams that Enjolras has tied him upside down to a frame with his legs spread, a bottle of alcohol shoved up his exposed ass. He wakes slowly, hard, tense and panting a little.

Rene's groaning in his sleep beside him, only partly awake. "Mmmnn... everything's sticky." he managed.

Luc was still snoring.

R clings closer to Rene, still half asleep, somewhere between desperate arousal and fear.

Rene opens his eyes, pulling Grantaire closer, hands sliding down his back tenderly. "R?"

"Mmm?" he tries to sound casual.

"You're warm." he purred, massaging his back and shoulders lazily.

Grantaire smiles, relieved that Rene didn't notice anything was the matter. He groans happily, rolling to give Rene better access, even though the massage is more painful than soothing; R's back is more knots than not..

Rene worked his fingers into R's back for a few minutes before yawning and stretching out. "Mmmm... so warm."

"Are you going back to sleep?" he sounds almost worried.

"Maybe." he admitted, grinning sleepily. "It'd be nice to sleep in, don't you think?"

"I don't think it counts as sleeping in at three in the afternoon when you've already been awake. I think that's going to bed early."

"Is it already three?" Rene laughed, kissing Grantaire's ear. "I suppose I should stay awake then." he nibbled gently at his lover.

R gasps happily, offering his ears. He doesn't mention how little he's been sleeping lately.

"Did you sleep well?" Rene purred into his lover's ear.

Grantaire nods, rolling so his other ear can be seen to.

Rene licks around the edge of the newly presented ear, chuckling. "Mmm..."

A sleepy voice came from just above them. "What're you doing under the blankets?"

R gasps, a hand groping to find Rene's cock. "'s warm down here..."

Luc pulls the blankets over his head so he can see the other men, smirking. "And it seems to be getting warmer as we speak."

Rene gave a soft gasp, arching into Grantaire's attentions, nibbling his ear happily.

R grins, wrapping his rough hand around Rene's shaft, just exploring the contours at first. He turns so his head is resting on Luc's thigh.

Luc shifted so R's head was nestled against something that was growing a bit larger. Rene fastened his mouth over Grantaire's ear, his hand wandering across his chest to toy with a dark nipple.

"Ah..." R gently grinds his head against the lump, awkwardly reaching behind himself to grab this one, as well. He runs his thumbs over both heads, delighting at the sensation. His chest shivers, arching to give Rene more access.

Rene thrust gently into R's hand, lowering his mouth to his lover's nipple, kissing and licking it gently, his hand exploring the neighboring nipple. Luc smirked, laying back with his hands behind his head, pleased.

R squeezes, urging Rene to be still. He wonders if he could take both in his mouth, but is too shy to mention it. Instead, he works both hands lower, rolling the delicate flesh in his palms.

"Mmm..." Rene manages around his nipple, biting down a bit. "Ahh..."

Luc grabbed R's head, pulling it towards his lap, pushing the blankets off.

Captured, R pulls Rene's cock along behind him, trying to line the two of them up without saying anything.

Rene saw where he was headed and scooched into position so R could make good his plan. Luc was oblivious until "Ah!"

Delighted, Grantaire grins at Rene before lowering his mouth over both heads, licking and nibbling furiously, wanting this to last as long as possible.

Rene attempts to grin back but is soon fighting to keep his hips still as Grantaire licks and nibbles at him and Luc. Luc's fingers tighten in R's hair again and he cries out, completely not expecting this.

Grantaire offers a hand to each of them, balanced on his knees. Opening as wide as he can, he slides his mouth completely over both heads, sucking at them like candy.

They both took a hand, Rene trying not to claw at him. His whole body is stiff in an effort to keep himself from bucking into his lover's mouth. Luc takes the hand and squeezes, groaning, pleased.

R pauses for a moment, enjoying the position. Then, breathing very deeply through his nose, he forces himself to take more, curling his tongue around and between the delights in his mouth, rolling his lips under the arches of the two heads.

Rene's fingernails dig into R's hand and the sheets and he bucks twice, face going red as he struggles not to come.

He loses his battle almost immediately, coming in R's mouth. Luc groans, thrusting his hips a little for more attention.

After swallowing his results, R gently spits Rene out, concentrating on Luc. He laughs deep in his throat, humming a little for the sensation. He digs his tongue as deep into the dimple on Luc's head as he can, as though he can lick the semen out before it emerges.

He gets a taste of precum as Luc bucks a bit into his mouth. Rene lays panting in the bed next to them.

Grantaire circles the base of Luc's head with his teeth, holding him still. He allows his lips to roam forward and back, tongue still assailing the small opening

Luc groaned loudly, cumming in the other's mouth, hands tightening in his hair and on his hand.

R bucks a little, not quite coming, but again eagerly drinking Luc down, holding the shrinking cock in his mouth. He has a vivid image of his dream, but with Luc instead of Enjolras, and cries out in delight.

While he's drinking Luc, Rene seizes him from behind, spreading his cheeks apart and sliding his tongue into the other.

"Ah!" R assumes an...interesting position. Offering his other hand to Luc, he stretches out on his belly, legs straight out behind him. He looks as though he's tied to the bed.

Rene used his weight to pin Grantaire's thighs and ankles, and Luc smirked, twisting R's wrists, holding him taut for Rene. Rene's tongue dove further and he slid his hand around to cup Grantaire's erect cock.

Grantaire moans and writhes, bucking delightedly against the bodies holding him down, arching himself up for Rene. His expression, if anyone could see it, is almost surprised, as if asking, "how did they know?"

Rene strokes the other's erection slowly, but none-too-gently, sliding two fingers into R

Luc tightens his fingers around R's wrists, pulling and twisting a little.

R cries out in absolute pleasure--he's never felt this good, and is convinced he might Rene kneels on the back of R's knees, effectively making it impossible to even buck against his fingers. After a few thrusts with his fingers, he adds a few more, practically attacking his prostate. Luc grinned as he watched them, his own cock rising just beneath R's chin

With a true scream, totally immobilized, R finally comes into Rene's hand.

Rene smiles, slowly pulling his fingers out of the other, licking the semen off his fingertips. "Mmm." he melted so that he was laying on top of R.

R curls over the two men, panting, eyes shining. "...how...why...?" he murmurs absently.

"Mmmm." Rene chuckled. "We know you well enough, mon beau."

Luc released R, and took his own cock in his hand, stroking languidly.

"...you're hard again already?" he gasps, blushing, looking away from Rene.

"Well, watching you two makes it hard to be anything but." he smirked. Rene purred, yawning sleepily. "Mmm."

R grins. "Allow me, m'sieur." He gently takes Luc's cock, rolling the shaft between his palms.

"Mm, why thank you..." he grinned back, allowing R total control over his cock.

R licks his hands quickly, trailing both thumbs over the head, running them over the veins, trailing his pinkies over Luc's balls.

"Mmm.." he could feel Luc's testicles swell as his arousal grew.

Humming to himself, Grantaire continues, each pair of fingers working a different area, pinkies curled under Luc's balls.

Luc groaned quietly as he came once again, his length shrinking slightly when he was finished.

R licks the semen from Luc's belly, feeling almost full from the amount he's drunk. He splays across Luc, hand still wrapped around his cock.

Luc practically purred with pleasure, pressing the other two men against himself.

"Are you done for a few minutes, my steed?" Grantaire teases. "Men would fall all over you to get your secret."

"I think I can remain soft for a little while." he chuckled, bringing R's hand to his mouth to kiss it.

"Shall I time you and tell our dear Combeferre the astounding results?" Grantaire works his way further onto Luc's lap, nuzzling the massive, warm chest. He beckons Rene onto his own chest.

"I'm fairly sure he knows how quick I can be already,” he said suggestively. Rene snickers and nestles into Luc's neck. "Luc, you're horrible."

Grantaire raises an eyebrow. "...oh?"

Luc smirked. "Do I have to elaborate?"

R blushes a little. "...oh. I see. I rather thought...well...Enjolras..." he looks fleetingly hopeful.

"You weren't wrong there either." Luc decides against mentioning the few nights he's spent in Enjolras' bed.

Grantaire looks briefly puzzled, then crestfallen. "...that's not what I...oh. You...mm."