Holly grinned and Ezra followed him out of the store. He was surprised to find he was limping. Damn, it had been awhile since that had happened after sex. Quite a while. He slowed down and was able to walk normally without much pain. It was probably a good idea anyways. The world wasn’t quite spinning but it was tilting just a bit.

Holly glanced back and stopped, waiting for Ezra to catch up. “Something the matter, slut?”

Ezra shook his head and was surprised to find the nickname didn’t bother him that much. Huh. Maybe it was because he had just proved it by doing a guy he hated in the dressing room of a sleazy store? While wearing a miniskirt.

He smirked. He should make a list of all the crazy places he had fucked. His smile suddenly faded. Rick had done that. He had a list of everything he wanted to do and would check things off. No list for Ezra then.

Holly glared at him, bringing Ezra back to the present.

“Tired,” Ezra muttered. “And my ass is sore.”

Holly smirked. “Is that even possible for a slut like you?”

“I haven’t had sex for over a week.”

“Oh, Leo hasn’t gotten to you yet?”

Ezra gaped at him. “What? No!” So…offhand too. Like it was expected.

Holly grinned ferally. “Don’t look so horrified. Everyone’s fine with a little bit of sleeping around as long as we‘re open about it. Besides you’re married to us. It’s better if you are sleeping with a couple of us for the investigation.”

Ezra glanced at him. “So you’re going to tell?”

Holly snorted. “This isn’t high school and we’re polygamists.”

Ezra stayed silent. That seemed… painful. Rick had never cheated on him either as far as he knew but just the worry that he might… They had both been crazy jealous and possessive. It had been a problem more than once. They had threesomes a couple times and even those, where they had talked it through before hand, had caused jealousy problems almost every time.

Holly glanced at him. “You really never cheated on Rick?”

Ezra shook his head.

“Did he ever cheat on you?”

“Nope.”

“So you guys were like totally monogamous for eight years?”

“Yep.”

“That’s freaky.”

“Your polygamy’s freaky.”

“How often did you two have sex?”

“Why do you want to know?”

Holly snorted. “Wondering if your incubus blood changed things up.”

Ezra shrugged. “I don’t know. You’d have to ask him.”

“No comments on it from him?”

“No.” Ezra didn’t elaborate. Truth was neither had any point of reference. They had been each other’s firsts. And Rick hadn’t mentioned anything since and they ended up seeing each other a lot.

Holly sighed. “How often did you two fuck?”

Ezra rolled his eyes, but answered anyway. He didn‘t think Holly would let it go. “Twice a day.”

Holly blinked and stared at him. “For eight years?”

Ezra grinned. “More sometimes.”

“Damn. Must have been your incubus blood.”

Ezra shrugged.

Holly sighed and hailed a taxi, pulling Ezra into the back. Ezra ignored him and happily sank into the seats, ignoring the ache in his ass. It was actually kind of nice in a nostalgic kind of way.

He shut his eyes and let himself drift. He was half asleep when Holly shook him awake.

“We’ll visit one more store after this, visit Rylan, and then go back so you can sleep, ‘kay slut?”

Ezra blinked blearily at him. “I can’t decide if that was nice or not.”

Holly smirked at him and helped him out of the car, bracing him as he stumbled and nearly fell.

“Maybe we’ll skip the store.”

“Can we skip Rylan instead?”

"No. I’ll make it brief.”

“You gonna do him in his office? Does he have an office?”

“Where would I do him if he didn’t?”

Ezra snickered and leaned more heavily on Holly, yawning widely. “Where are we?”

Holly giggled. He actually giggled.

Ezra woke up enough to glance around them. They were in front of a piercing and tattoo shop. “Ah.”

“Any objections?”

“Do I have any choice?”

“Nope.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yep.”

Ezra followed Holly into the little shop. The brunette behind the counter popped his gum. “Can I help ya?”

Holly nodded and pointed at Ezra’s chest. “We need that pierced.”

The brunette grinned. “Pick a piercing and I’ll hook you up in the back.”

Dragging Ezra to one of the small display cases, Holly began happily browsing the shop.

“I like that one.” He pointed to a set of piercing and necklace all connected by slender chains.

Ezra snorted. “Get one with a bellybutton ring at least.”

Holly called to the brunette. The man directed him to another display case. Holly happily nodded as Ezra snorted. “I can’t wear that. It’ll pull, jackass.”

“I’m still getting it for you, slut. Pick out your own nipple ring.”

Ezra suppressed another eyeroll and wandered over to a smaller case. He picked up a small hoop with a blue stone on it, one that matched his already pierced nipple.

Holly sighed gustily, but nodded at the brunette boy. Ezra followed him back silently. The room was clean and white-walled, a stark contrast to the edgier front room. A chair- like the ones in dentists’ offices- dominated the room, covered in crinkly paper. Ezra stripped off his t-shirt and settled into the chair.

The guy slid on rubber gloves and grabbed a metal clamp. The cold metal grabbed onto his nipple and the needle was through and the piercing replaced it in a moment.

“You’re done.”

He handed Ezra a gauze pad and began to move to tape it on.

Holly snatched it from him and looked at the new piercing. Ezra shivered as his hot breath hit the tender piercing.

“Nice.” Holly taped it up, slender fingers brushing Ezra’s skin. “When will it be healed enough to hold up to a little abuse?”

The guy answered. “For humans, it takes two weeks before you should touch it, six to eight weeks before it’ll be completely healed. Translate that to whatever.”

Ezra tensed. “I am human,” he snapped.

Holly’s eyebrows shot up as the guy shrugged. “Hey man, I gave up trying to tell ages ago. Two before it can be touched, six to eight to be completely healed,” he repeated.

Ezra sighed and nodded. “Yeah fine. Thanks,” he murmured to Holly.

Holly smirked at him and paid the guy before leading Ezra out.

“Human?” he muttered at Ezra

Ezra wrapped his arms around himself. “Shut up,” he muttered.

Holly snorted. “What, you’re ashamed of your fae blood?”

Ezra didn’t answer.

“Holy shit, you are, aren’t you?”

Ezra said nothing.

Holly snorted and a moment later, a warm arm wrapped around his waist. “Why are you ashamed of it? There are so many half-breeds. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

Ezra tensed. “Get your arm off me and quit pretending to like me.”

Holly snorted. “So I can fuck you but I can’t be nice?”

“Pretty much.”

Holly pulled his arm back, making a sound of exasperation. “Right then. What’s the problem, slut?”

Ezra snorted. “Not your business.”

Holly sighed. “Look, if you’ve got weird issues with your bloodline, it’s something that will probably come up in the investigation and we need to know.”

Ezra scowled, but he had already committed to helping them, so, “Yes, I am ashamed of my bloodline. I was raised in the human world, by my human mother, and she pretended I was human. My hair was dyed before I could hold my head up on my own and she made sure I knew I was weird and that I wouldn’t tell anyone. And then Rick refused to ever admit it. I tried talking to him once and he wouldn’t listen so I just… kept dying my hair. I only stopped after the divorce and if people ask, I tell them it‘s a dye job now.”

Holly snorted. “That’s pathetic.”

Ezra shrugged. It was. He knew it was. There were a lot of half-breeds that were happy and successful and their mixed blood didn’t give them problems, but… he had spent so long pretending. The only people who knew different were people who knew why he got so sick sometimes. So his doctors and several employers.

And now his husbands. He sighed gustily.

Holly wrapped his arm around Ezra again. “Look, really, no one here cares. It’s probably a good thing. You might live longer.”

“I might also die by forty.”

Holly grinned. “That’s a nice big number. You’d be over the hill.”

Ezra sighed as Holly hailed a cab. “Yeah sure.”

Holly smirked at him and opened the door, holding it open for Ezra. Ezra stared at him for a moment. Holly seemed to realize what he was doing because he let go quickly and hurriedly climbed into the car.

Ezra snickered and got in after him.

There was a long moment of silence. Then, “I am nice sometimes.”

“Uh-huh,” Ezra said with a grin. “When was the last time you fucked a guy you weren’t married to and in love with?”

Holly scowled. “This morning.”

“I’m crushed,” Ezra said cheerfully. “I thought you were madly in love with me. Before today.”

Holly sighed. “I haven’t slept with anyone but Rylan, Malachi, and Dimitri since I got married. And I was loyal to Dimitri when we were together before that. Well, we had a fight and I slept with like thirty people in a couple months. But… um, I was pissed.”

“Right. Since you’ve been in a relationship, you haven’t slept with anyone you weren’t madly in love with. Congratulations.” He smirked. “Sex means something to you now.”

Holly crossed his arms. “Does not.”

“Does too.”

“Not.”

“Dude, it happens.”

Holly snorted. “You really never cheated on Rick?”

“Nope.”

“Did sex start meaning something to you when you married with Rick?”

Ezra gave the short answer. “Yes.” In truth, Rick had been his first and it had meant a lot and even after they had gotten divorced and Ezra was dating, it had meant something for awhile. And then he had just started to get drunk and fuck and it meant nothing to him now. But that took too long and sex didn’t mean anything to him so Holly just wasn’t that special to him yet.

Holly turned his head away. “I’ll make an effort to treat you the same as always. Slut.”

Ezra snickered. “Very nice.”

“Whore.”

“Too much.”

“Shut up.”

“Now you’re getting it.”

“Go to hell.”

Ezra snickered.

The taxi pulled to a stop, effectively ending the conversation.

Ezra gulped, humor draining. He stared up at the print of the painting in the window of Interrupted Sleep. Rylan’s store.

“Can I stay here?”

“In the taxi?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“I thought you said you would be brief.”

“Not that brief.”

“Haven’t you ever heard of a quickie?”

“Yes, but Rylan fails miserably at them.”

Ezra laughed. “Blondie need a lot of foreplay?”

Holly smirked back. “He needs a lot of something.”

“Crazy endurance?”

“Insane.”

“Hot.”

“Yep. Now get out of the damn taxi.”

Ezra sighed and slid out of the taxi.

Holly got out behind him. “Oh, there’s a purple haired kid who works behind the counter. If it’s just him, no pretending.”

Ezra raised an eyebrow. “How were we pretending before?”

Holly shrugged and walked into the store, letting the door fall shut behind him. Ezra took that as permission and stayed outside, leaning against a planter.

There was a tall dark guy leaning against the wall and smoking. He had slept with this one too.

“Can I bum a smoke?”

The guy glanced at him. His eyes widened and he quickly fumbled out a cigarette, handed it to Ezra, put out his own and fled inside.

Ezra rolled his eyes. He hated when guys did that. It was like Rick had done, but… less subtle. At least Rick had admitted to being in a relationship with him unlike these guys who often pretended they had never met.

Ezra sighed and toyed with the cigarette for a moment. He had no way to light it. He pocketed the cigarette and shifted so he was actually sitting on the planter, sighing gustily. He supposed men acknowledged him when they wanted to fuck him again. There was that.

A bell rang and a head poked out of the store. “Hey, Rylan said to- E?”

Ezra’s eyes widened. “Rave?”

A smile split the lavender-haired boy's face and he darted out to hug Ezra. Ezra grinned and hugged him back, sliding off the planter.

“Hi, oh my god, I haven’t seen you in years. What are you doing here?”

Ezra kissed him on the cheek. “Funny story that-”

Rave’s jaw dropped. “You’re the slut?”

Ezra sighed. “I do wish people would stop calling me that.”

Rave patted him on the head, looking amazed. “I can’t believe you of all people would get hitched again.”

“I have a couple times actually when smashed. Things were good when I first got hitched to Rick.”

Rave sighed and kissed his cheek. “I love your face.”

Ezra laughed. “I love your baby face.”

Rave stuck his tongue out at him and then climbed up onto the edge of the planter. Ezra joined him.

“So how are you feeling about being married again?”

Ezra sighed and leaned on the shoulder. “Pretty horrible. Holly’s a douche. So is Rylan.”

Rave giggled. “They’re both sweet once you get to know them.”

Ezra looked at him sceptically. “I don’t suppose Rylan’s the boss you were talking about last time we ran into each other?”

Rave giggled again. “Yes,” he admitted. “Rylan’s a hottie.”

“With a body.”

“You’ve seen his stomach then?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Sexy, isn’t it?”

Ezra laughed and hugged Rave again. He left his arm around the small boy as he pulled away. “How have you been?”

Rave shrugged. “Okay. Haven‘t relapsed.”

Ezra’s smile softened and he kissed Rave’s cheek. “Good.”

Rave smiled at him and leaned his head on his shoulder. “How have you been? Other than the whole married to douches again?”

Ezra opened his mouth to answer, but the bell rang again and Rylan stepped out. He froze, seeing them together. Ezra froze as well, but Rave beamed at the blonde. “Hi! Did you know I’ve known your husband since I was little?”

Rylan’s jaw dropped. “What?”

Ezra grinned and hugged Rave, happy to see the blonde off kilter. “He used to be my adorable little neighbor.”

Rylan snapped his mouth shut. “Cute. Did you know he’s a slut now?”

Both froze and then glanced at each other. “He’s talking about me, right?” Ezra muttered.

Rave shrugged. “He knows I’m shagging his other employee so maybe not.”

Ezra frowned at him. “What now?”

“I was talking about Ezra!”

“I’m shagging his other employee.”

“I thought you said you hadn’t relapsed.”

“I haven’t. It’s shagging. Consensual shagging while we’re both in our right minds.”

Ezra continued to frown.

“You have no room to talk. Slut.” Rave smiled and poked his stomach, taking the sting out of his words.

Ezra hugged him tighter. “So. Cute.”

Rylan growled. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Which one of us?” both asked at the same time.

“Ez- Rave- Uh… both?”

They snickered.

“Wow, he’s sort of funny when he’s confused.”

Rave giggled and nodded.

Rylan flushed. “Get the fuck inside!”

Ezra grinned, let go of Rave, and slid off the planter.

Rave followed and led the way inside. Rylan hurried after him and glanced back. “You two behave. And Ezra, if anyone comes in, pretend you aren’t a slut.”

Ezra flipped off his back as he disappeared into a backroom. Holly was no where to be seen and a moment later, music started up.

Ezra sighed and followed Rave behind the counter. He sat down, out of sight of anyone who could come in.

“Seen Rick lately?”

Ezra tensed. “Let it go. We’ve been together longer that you’ve been alive.”

“And he’s been beating the shit out of you that entire the time.”

“Has not.”

Rave threw his hands up, exasperated. “Since I was two.”

Ezra sighed. “Shut up.”

“Why do you still see him?”

“That is none of your business.”

“Ezra’s still in loo-oove.”

“Shut up.”

“Ezra and-”

The bell rang and the door opened.

“Rylan sitting in a tree,” Rave finished with a small smile.

Ezra smacked his leg and hid under the counter.

Rave flirted with the customer easily and ended up ringing up a huge order. Ezra stayed under the counter, not wanting to deal with customers. By the time the guy finally left after trying unsuccessfully to get Rave’s number, Holly and Rylan were emerging.

“Where’s Ezra?” Holly asked.

Ezra waited until the bell rang and the door swung shut before popping out.

Holly smirked at him. “Blowing Rave behind the counter?”

Ezra scowled. “No. He’s like twelve.”

“Shut the fuck up, I’m nineteen.”

“You’re still a baby.”

“You were married by the time you were nineteen.”

“That was different,” Ezra snapped.

Holly raised an eyebrow. “You two know each other?”

“Yeeeeeees,” Ezra said.

Holly looked between the two, raising his eyebrows. “Do I want to know how?”

Ezra scowled at him. “Rick and I used to live next to him.”

“When?”

“When he was really little and Rick and I were still married.”

“How old are you?”

Ezra rolled his eyes. “Guess.”

“Twenty three,” Rylan guessed.

“Twenty six,” Holly threw in.

Rave giggled.

Ezra grinned. “Awesome.”

“How old are you?” Holly asked, irritated.

“Nuh-uh. I want to find out how old the rest of y’all think I am.”

Rylan glared. “You’re a bitch.”

“I know," Ezra replied, in a sing-song voice.

Rave giggled. “If you want to leave, I can handle the shop.”

Rylan sighed and nodded. “I better. See ya, Rave.”

Rave looked a little sad, but Holly hugged him and he perked up a little and hugged him back.

Ezra grinned and pecked him on the cheek, making him smule. “Later, sweetie.”

Ezra was silent on the way home, ignoring Holly and Rylan cuddled in the front. It was a lot harder to ignore the soft sounds Holly began to make, muffled by his hand.

Ezra grimaced as Rylan’s arm started moving, the motion making it obvious what he was doing. “You can’t wait to get home to jack him off?”

Rylan drew his hand back, but Holly grabbed it and brought it back to his crotch. “No. I’m sure you understand the need to get off immediately.”

Ezra made a face at his back. “No, but I understand some guys like to be watched.”

Holly’s head lolled back so he could glance at Ezra. “I’m one of them. And besides, you should get used to stuff like this. Rylan, go.”

Rylan snickered and his hand reached back over to Holly’s lap.

Despite his nonchalant words, Ezra averted his eyes and tried to block them out. Goddamn, this was weird.

It was impossible to ignore Holly’s escalating whimpers and finally, the long gasp.

Rylan sniggered and pulled his hand back. Holly handed him a box of tissues.

Ezra kept his face turned to the window.

“Ah, did you not watch? I’m so disappointed.”

Ezra didn’t reply.

Holly turned all the way in his seat. His eyes widened. “Ezra!”

Ezra’s eyes shot open. “What?”

“Motherfucker, did you just fall asleep?”

Ezra yawned. “Sorry, your show isn’t that interesting.”

“You were awake when I came. Are you narcoleptic?”

“I’m tired, you fuck.”

Holly glared at him. “You can’t wait for us to get home?”

“You couldn’t wait?”

“I like being watched.”

“You have, like, twelve husbands at home.”

Holly snickered, but Rylan snapped, “We have four at home. At least remember how many of us there are.”

“Rylan, Holly, Malachi, Dimitri, Leo, Giovanni.”

Rylan fell silent. Holly turned and grinned at him. “Very good slut.”

“Don’t know shit about any of you except blondie over there is a bipolar bitch and you’re a slutty exhibitionist.”

Holly grinned. “That’s all you need to know about me, baby.”

Rylan swerved. “You fucked him, didn’t you?”

Holly shrugged as Ezra shut his eyes and leaned against the window. He fell asleep, barely hearing the two arguing up front.

“In the dressing room of a store.”

“Goddammit, Holly!”

“Oh whatever. Deal with it. It’ll help us stay together anyway.”

“Fuck Holly!”

“Rylan, he’s part of the family now. For three weeks, at least! Be nice. We need him.”

If Rylan replied, Ezra didn’t hear it as he fell deeper into unconsciousness.

He woke up enough to feel long arms scoop him and hear a, “Is this really necessary?”

Then he knew nothing for hours.

When he finally woke up, it was dark outside. Only the dim light of a street lamp was sneaking around the heavy curtains.

Ezra stayed down for a moment before sliding out of the bed. He wandered into the kitchen and paused, surprised. Everyone was gathered except Giovanni. They were separated into two groups. Holly and Dimitri were in one corner of the kitchen, Malachi, Leo, and Rylan in the other. Holly was talking to Dimitri, low and soft, hands waving for emphases. Dimitri’s hands were twisting a napkin around, destroying it.

Ezra frowned, confused and curious, but began to withdraw.

Holly caught sight of him and waved over. “You might as well, know,” he muttered. “Especially if we’re going to pass this investigation. Rylan and Dimitri here never slept together and under fae law, that means their magic is invalid, making most of our marriages invalid. They have to sleep together tonight.”

Ezra snorted. “Lie.”

Holly smirked at him as Dimitri looked down. “They truth spell all of us for one thing. Plus the high court faes’ marriage is magical. The two are supposed to have a magical bond.”

“Ah,” Ezra muttered. “And everyone’s what? Trying to make them feel better about it?”
 
“They don’t like each other and not everyone can bend over and enjoy taking it from someone they don’t like, slut." He shot a pointed glare at Ezra, making Ezra have to resist sticking his tongue out.

“And I suppose not everyone can get it up for people they don’t like, firebug.”

Holly rewarded him with a nasty look.

Ezra rolled his eyes and wandered through the kitchen, looking for the cabinet he knew had to be there. He grabbed a bottle and went back over to Holly who was talking to Dimitri again.

“Can I make a suggestion?”

Both turned to him.

Ezra thrust the bottle of vodka at Dimitri. “Chug it.”

Holly looked at him, considering. Then, slowly, “Not a bad idea.”

Dimitri grabbed the bottle and began drinking.

Malachi wandered over. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Holly shrugged and pushed the bottle back up to Dimitri’s lips. “You’ve seen him drunk. Do you think it’s a bad idea?”

Malachi hesitated and then pulled Holly aside to talk to him. Ezra tried to listen in, but they were too far away for him to make out words.

“Malachi thinks Rylan will lose all respect for me if he sees how I act drunk.”

Ezra snorted. “Honey, you are sexy as fuck when drunk. Like… Angelina Jolie for straight guys.”

Dimitri smiled at him. “I have no idea who that is.”

“Human actress. She’s hot. I’m gay and I can tell you that.”

Dimitri smiled tentatively. “Thank you.”

“Mmhm. Now drink. Take a couple swigs for me too; I can right now.”

Dimitri sighed and went back to taking gulps of vodka.

“Holly, come over here!”

Ezra glanced up to see Leo wave Holly over. Rylan had one eyebrow raised but was silent.

Holly stalked over, hands on his hips. “What?” he snapped. His voice carried easily now that he wasn’t trying to be quiet.

Then Leo grabbed Holly by the collar of his shirt and yanked him down to his level shoving their lips together.

--

Holly froze, shocked. What the fuck? But Leo pulled away before Holly could reach. “You do this,” Leo purred at Rylan who was frozen.

He looked as surprised as Holly felt.

“You do this without hurting Dimitri or making him feel like shit, we’ll put on a show for you.”

“What?” Rylan asked. He looked stunned.

Holly recovered himself, winding an arm around Leo’s waist. “He’s right. You do this, we put on a show for you. And if we can do it, you can.”

Rylan hesitated and then nodded. “I’ll do the best I can,” he murmured. “But you know I can’t do anything about it if he won’t relax and go with it.”

Holly smirked. “The slut’s getting him drunk. He’ll go with it.”

A flash of distaste crossed Rylan’s face.

Holly scowled and opened his mouth, but Leo beat him to it. “He’s sexy when he’s hammered. You’ll enjoy it.”

“’Sides,” Holly added. “You agreed to not make him feel bad.”

Rylan sighed. “Fine, fine. Besides, the thought of seeing you two together…Has to be the first time you two have gotten along.”

Holly and Leo glared at each other. “We had a threesome with Dimitri.”

Rylan scowled.

“We didn’t touch,” Leo added.

“You wouldn’t like what we did anyway,” Holly said. He pressed his body against Rylan’s side, looking up at him coyly. “I fucked his ass and Leo did his mouth,” he murmured.

Rylan froze and Holly smirked and stood on tiptoes so he could whisper in Rylan’s ear. “And he liked it.”

Rylan shivered and took a step back from Holly. “You proved your point,” he grumbled, making Holly grin.

Leo darted forward to kiss Rylan’s cheek and beamed before wandering across the room to Dimitri.

Malachi wandered back over to Rylan’s side of the room. “He’s definitely tipsy,” he proclaimed.

Rylan snorted. “Why does he get drunk and I get a pep talk?”

Holly’s eyebrows shot up. “Because he’s a slutty drunk.” He frowned suddenly. “What are you like drunk?”

“Alcohol won’t help me.”

“That’s why you get a pep talk. Besides, Dimitri’s the one taking it.”

Rylan winced.

“And if you play your cards right, Dimitri will enjoy it.”

Rylan sighed and wound an arm around Malachi’s waist. “And what if I don’t? We’ll be more fucked up.”

Malachi frowned. “Are you nervous?”

Rylan shook his head vehemently.

Holly frowned. “You are!”

“Am not,” Rylan muttered.

Malachi wrapped his arms around Rylan. Rylan elbowed him in the stomach but didn’t make a real struggle.

Holly frowned. Rylan really was nervous. Whether the anxiety was for Dimitri's sake or the family's sake was up in the air, but he was nervous.

He sighed and hugged Rylan, sandwiching them between them. “Look, honey, Dimitri would be horrified if he knew I told you this- it’s not on his questionnaire- but he likes it rough. He likes sex.”

“Vouched,” Malachi murmured. “Just do him like you want and it’ll work out.”

Rylan frowned at him. “Aren’t you jealous? You were yesterday.”

Malachi smiled crookedly. “He convinced me that I’ll get my chance.”

“Sounds hot.”

“It was.”

Holly grinned and started to say something, but paused to frown as Ezra and Leo pulled Dimitri out of the room. The tall man was stumbling just a little and a large jug of some golden liquid was clutched in his hand.

He shook his head and turned his attention back to Rylan. Leo and Ezra would take care of Dimitri. He didn’t particularly like either but both cared about Dimitri. Even Holly could tell that, although Ezra seemed to be fighting it.

He kissed Rylan’s cheek. “They seem busy. How ‘bout a peptalk and a bj?”

Rylan smirked at him. “Deal firebug.”

Holly backed him against the kitchen table, grinning.

Rylan went willingly, propping himself on his elbows and looking them over proprietorially. “Are you joining in?” he asked Malachi.

“Of course.” He crawled onto the kitchen table, smiling.

Holly smirked and joined him. They had a large, sturdy kitchen table. They had tested its ability to hold three grown men before.

He crawled between Rylan’s legs. It was Malachi who reached up to unsnap Rylan’s jeans.

--

Rylan buttoned up his jeans and stood. “Thank you, that was quite pleasant.”

Holly laughed and stood. He was hard. “Love ya.”

Rylan grinned at him. “Love ya too firebug.” He pulled Malachi against him and kissed his cheek. “You too baby.”

“We should probably find Dimitri.”

Rylan sighed. “Way to ruin a mood, firebug.” He glanced down. “I think that may have been counterproductive, as fun as this has been,” he muttered, sliding off the table and moving towards the door, following Holly.

There was no warning- Malachi just dropped to his knees in front of him and unzipped his fly.

Malachi didn’t deep throat him.  He had tried, he had said even before they got married, but his gag reflex was too sensitive- but the skill in which he used his tongue and the small metal ball through it more than made up for it. He had him hard in a moment. Malachi glanced up at him. “Happy?”

“Tease.”

Malachi grinned as Holly laughed.

Rylan scowled at him and fisted a hand in Malachi’s long dreads, yanking him up and kissing him thoroughly.

Malachi let him passively, gray eyes half-lidded and lips swollen.

Rylan smirked. Holly chuckled. “You two are hot. Not, I think we’ve stalled enough,” he pointed out.

Rylan sighed and slung an arm around their waists. “Later we’ll finish this,” he promised.

They shot him nearly identical come-hither looks.

Rylan sighed again as they stopped in front of Dimitri’s room. He tapped the door once and there were several giggles and then the door was opened by Ezra.

He smirked and then started to say something when he glanced behind him and got out of the way.

Rylan looked back in time to see Leo shove Dimitri. The man was tipsy enough that his usual grace and balance were gone. He tumbled forward and hit Rylan. The only thing that stopped him from falling was Rylan’s arms automatically wrapped around his waist.

Leo and Ezra slid out of the room and Holly gave him a little push so he finally entered the room. The door clicked shut behind them.

 Dimitri didn’t straighten up from where he was sprawled. His breath was hot against Rylan’s neck.

“Dimitri,” Rylan muttered uncomfortable. “Is there anything you want to discuss beforehand?”

Dimitri finally pulled back and Rylan was treated to the full force of that lavender gaze. Rylan’s breath caught in his throat. He had been married to Dimitri for ages, over a century and still his eyes had the power to make him catch his breath. They had ever since the first time he had seen his first husband.

“No,” Dimitri muttered and then dark lids were covering those pale, stunning eyes and a pair of soft, warm lips covered his.

He froze, stunned, but when Dimitri’s lips parted against his and gently began coaxing Rylan to open his mouth, nibbling and kissing, licking the seam of his lips, Rylan’s competitive side took over. No way his shy husband was being the instigator.

He opened his mouth and kissed Dimitri hard and thoroughly, eyes widening a little in surprise as the dark man gasped and melted against him, going pliant.

Maybe this wasn’t too bad. He should treat this more like a one night stand. Make sure Dimitri enjoyed it and no worrying about the consequences. It was a one-time thing after all and Dimitri was drunk enough not to remember too much of it.

He raised a hand, intent on grabbing Dimitri’s braid, but his hand came in contact with loose hair.

He frowned and pulled back, taking a good look. His breath caught and he took several steps backwards.

“Shit, Dimitri,” he breathed. Leo or Ezra or both had gone all out on Dimitri. His hair was loose, or most of it was, hanging in a heavy curtain to his knees. Several strands on top were pulled back and someone had cut Dimitri’s hair so he had bangs that fell over his eyebrows and curled around his cheekbones and under his chin. It softened his face and it took Rylan a moment to realize that it wasn’t just his hair. He was wearing a touch of makeup, dark shimmer around his eyes and on his cheekbones. And his lips were glossy. It was smeared a little. Rylan licked his lips. It tasted like vanilla.

And his body. He wasn’t in his usual slacks and button up. Hell, he wasn’t even wearing pants. He was in a lavender kimono, one that matched his eyes exactly. White blossoms and black branches decorated it and it was tied with a black obi. The kimono had been pushed down at the top, barring his shoulders. More of the shimmering glitter had been brushed along his collarbone.

Dimitri pouted at him and pressed two fingers against his lips before dragging them down, trailing them along his neck and chest, brushing one of his nipples before continuing down.

Rylan's breath caught. He reached forward and neatened up the lip-gloss in a daze, before shaking his head rapidly and grabbing his camera. He wanted proof of this in the future. Plus, you know, a good way to remember. This was hot.

Hi was on Dimitri's desk, loaded already. He had asked Dimitri to figure out if there was a way to attach a flash awhile ago. He snapped a shot before Dimitri could react. Dimitri frowned and started to move towards him again. Rylan held the camera in one hand, snapping another photo when Dimitri’s lips brushed his.

Rylan chuckled. He liked Dimitri drunk. He wasn’t really being too slutty, just more aggressive. Rylan supposed if he was doing this to someone he had never met before in a bar, it would be slutty. But they were technically married and were about to consummate that marriage. It was okay to be a little slutty.

He kissed him again and, as every kiss, every caress was greeted with pliant acceptance and returned with eagerness, he could feel his nerves melting away. Yes, Dimitri was an uptight little bastard usually, but Dimitri was quite simply not in his right mind at the moment. He was acting like a willing lover and Rylan could work with that.

He swept an arm over the desk in the room, clearing off the papers. He shoved Dimitri so he tumbled onto the cleared desk. He snapped another photo in the moment when Dimitri was sprawled out, before he scrambled up, looking hurt and making Rylan chuckle.

Rylan pushed him back down, trapping the hem of Dimitri’s kimono around his calves with his hips so Dimitri’s legs were trapped on either side of him. “Relax, Darkness, I like my men overwhelmed and helpless.”

He kept the hand with the camera extended and pointed and his husband while the other worked the obi loose. The tie finally gave and the obi fell to the ground. The kimono slithered loose on its own, revealing Dimitri’s body.

Rylan kissed his bellybutton, smirking when Dimitri’s toes curled. He grinned and snapped another photo. “You’re gorgeous, Dimitri.”

“Thank you,” he said, giggling. He reached a hand towards Rylan. “Now come here.” His words were a little slurred.

Rylan smirked and set the camera down. He crawled on top of Dimitri and kissed him firmly, bringing one of his long, long legs up over his shoulder. Dimitri moaned and writhed in the bed of his hair.

Rylan kissed his chest. This was nice, seeing Dimitri exposed completely, none of his usual guards up. He should definitely get Dimitri drunk more often. And then chain him to a bed. Or a desk.

He sighed and straightened, running a hand along Dimitri’s thick hair. He was really going to do this.

Dimitri’s eyes cracked open and he smiled up at Rylan, reaching up to card a hand through his long blonde hair. “You’re handsome.”

Rylan froze. He got pretty a lot, cute by people with death wishes, sexy and hot by his husbands, beautiful once or twice, but handsome?

Rylan grinned and leaned down to kiss Dimitri firmly. “And you’re beautiful.”

Dimitri smiled drowsily up at him.

Rylan chuckled. “Don’t go to sleep yet, love. We still have to finish this.”

Dimitri giggled. “Then finish. I want you.” His arms and legs wrapped around Rylan and pulled him close.

Rylan gasped as he was yanked forward. God, he sometimes forgot how strong his first husband was. It was… nice, sort of. Made him want to turn Dimitri over, hold him down, and show him who was boss.

He shoved down the inclination though. It probably wasn’t a good thing. Dimitri might enjoy it now- big emphasis on might- but it could make him even more scared later if he remembered when sober. “Lube?”

“Bedside drawer,” Dimitri murmured, letting go of him.

Rylan grimaced and pulled away. That was too far away. “Be back in a sec.”

Dimitri muttered something unintelligible. Rylan glanced back to find him curling his legs underneath him and looking indolent and sensual. “Shit,” he muttered, hands fumbling at the drawer. He yanked it open and his eyes widened, temporarily distracted. The bedside drawer was filled with tubes, bottles, and jars.

Rylan grabbed one at random before heading back to Dimitri. It was warm to the touch. He glanced at the label and swore, hurrying back. Ember oil. Dammit.

He actually looked at the labels this time and finally settled on lavender oil. Dimitri already smelled like the purple flower all the time- might as well connect the scent with him permanently and exclusively.

He picked up the bottle and found Dimitri sitting up, pulling the kimono up around his shoulders.

Rylan crossed the room, and kissed Dimitri’s neck, hoping that wasn't a sign of him sobering up. “Ready?”

“Mmhm,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around Rylan’s neck and arching into him.

“You are a seriously slutty drunk.”

Dimitri’s arms snaked away almost immediately.

“That wasn’t a complaint, babe.”

“But-”

“Shush and spread ‘em.”

Dimitri’s legs spread around him slowly.

“Good boy. Eager?” Rylan asked grinning.

“Yes,” Dimitri murmured.

Rylan smirked and brushed a strand of Dimitri’s hair out of his face. “Let's get to it then."

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A wave of pleasure hit him and for a second, he felt like one with Dimitri, his vision exploding with gold and light. His knees gave out and he collapsed, Dimitri tumbling to the floor with him.

His breath came in harsh pants as he slowly flowed back into his body. Dimitri moaned and shifted on top of him.

Rylan wrapped his arms around his first husband, still feeling a heavy lassitude hanging over him.

“You okay?”

Dimitri laughed breathily, making Rylan smirk. “I can’t feel my legs.”

“That’s hot.”

Dimitri smiled up at him, chin resting on Rylan’s chest. “It was.”

Rylan’s smirk grew a little tentative. “You enjoyed it then?”

Dimitri giggled. “Very much so.”

“Careful Darkness, you’re going to inflate my ego.”

The dark man smiled lethargically at him and curled closer. “’m okay with that.”

Rylan sighed and carded a hand through his long, long hair. He blinked as Dimitri snuggled closer. Okay, he didn’t cuddle. He still felt the need to be close to Dimitri, but he didn’t cuddle.

He grabbed Dimitri’s biceps and flipped their positions, pushing Dimitri down on the floor. Dimitri blinked up at him blearily.

When the man made a small, questioning sound, Rylan smirked and kissed him.

Dimitri let him, letting Rylan guide him into the position he wanted him in. “On the floor?” he finally asked, sounding vaguely offended.

Rylan paused. “You’re right,” he mumbled, gritting his teeth, trying not to scowl. “Up we go then.” He stood and scooped Dimitri up into his arms. He tossed him onto the bed from a few feet away, watching as he bounced on the mattress, cream colored sheets moving around him, the kimono and his long dark hair framing him. He felt the need to touch him, kiss him… It felt like something was missing right now.

Dimitri made a soft sound and stretched like a cat, almost his entire body arching off the bed. "Please," he murmured. "I need you here now."

Rylan smirked to cover his discomfit at having his thoughts echoed and climbed on top of him. “No burying your face in my neck this time, ‘kay babe?”

Dimitri flushed, causing Rylan to chuckle.

Rylan ran a hand through his long hair. “I want to see your face when you cum.”

Dimitri looked up at him, eyelashes fluttering. “Confident, aren’t you?”

Rylan grinned. “It seems to be confidence well deserved with you.”

--

Dimitri sighed happily and pulled him down next to him.

Rylan wrapped his arms around him, pillowing his head on Dimitri’s chest. He never did this with anyone else. It was weird. But… he could feel the magic still inside him and it felt so right to lie in Dimitri’s arms.

A hand carded through his hair. Before the movement was even completed, Dimitri’s breath had evened out and deepened. He was asleep.

Rylan pulled away to stare at his husband- he looked at him, but he didn’t really see. He was concentrating on feeling, examining his core, the tiny ball of magic there. He could feel the connection to Dimitri. It wasn’t subtle, not even a little bit. But it didn’t do anything. He couldn’t feel Dimitri’s emotions or anything. It was just there.

He sighed and laid back down, tugging Dimitri until he lay on his chest. It was a little less awkward. Then he closed his eyes and let himself drift off into oblivion.