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From the Grey, Chapter 7.

“By the way, I'm Nicholas,” I tried to lighten his mood a little. “My friends usually just call me Nick.”

The boy finally stopped and slowly turned towards me. He brushed his hair away from his face with long, thin fingers, revealing dark eyes, pouty pink lips, and the sweetest nose I'd ever seen.

Hi everyone! Here is a new part of the story with sweet moments between the boys 🥰😊 and some angst from the past.

Have a nice week! 🙂

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Nicholas Ruffilo

Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Angst, Past character death, Suicidal thoughts

Tags: M/M, M/F, Slow burn, Childhood friends, Friends to lovers, Family drama, Band fic, Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism

Word Count: 4.4k

Cross-posted: AO3

The next morning we had a small breakfast and packed up before we left. I quickly got rid of the rental car at the nearest drop-off point and we drove most of the way in Noah's car. We listened to music, Noah singing Taylor Swift while drumming his tattooed fingers on the steering wheel, and I watched him sleepily out of the corner of my eye, my head resting on the headrest of the seat. It was especially good that I didn't have to drive much, because I didn't sleep well that night. Although I reassured myself that nothing had happened - and this was also confirmed by the fact that Noah showed the same - negative emotions still swirled in me. Guilt that Maya deserves better than me. I'm afraid one wrong word or touch and I'll lose Noah because there's no attraction worth even risking our friendship for. I started whipping myself over and over when I thought about it. I can't act so stupid, I'm a grown man who has been in a serious relationship for almost eight months now, not a stupid little teenager who has no idea about the world.

“Everything is alright? You're very quiet today," Noah remarked, turning down the radio, keeping his eyes on the road.

“I slept badly,” I answered in a hoarse, sleepy voice, and at least I didn't lie to him with that.

“We will stop at the next gas station. I'll buy you a coffee,” he promised and smiled kindly at me, which I tried to return.

"I might not be the best company today," I said apologetically.

“You don't have to talk to be good company,” he looked at me sideways from under his sunglasses. "It calms me down when you're near me," he added much more quietly.

I pursed my lips, closed my eyes under my sunglasses, and wished he wouldn't be so nice to me all the time. It was as if his comment had fueled that strange feeling in me, which was pleasant, but I had to suppress it as soon as possible, because it would only cause my loss in the long run.

After a few minutes we pulled into a gas station parking lot, but Noah didn't get out of the car immediately. He unbuckled his seat belt, took a deep breath, and turned to me.

“I would like to apologize for my behavior yesterday,” he began, which immediately made me pay attention to him, and suddenly the dream escaped my eyes. “My morning wasn't the best, and then…” he shook his head, causing his hair to fall into his eyes “and then Karin called me saying she wanted to meet.”

Oh. I didn't expect him to talk about it, even though I could have learned by now that if I gave him enough time, sooner or later he would pour his heart out.

“What did you say to her?” I asked breathlessly.

“I said it's over. Everything, that was between us.”

My mouth twisted into a proud smile.

“I think you made the right decision. You've already finished it once, there would be no point to continue and hurt each other.”

"Yeah…" he said thoughtfully.

I swallowed the thoughts of how badly the girl had affected him, and that he could find a thousand better women than her if he wanted to, because I really didn't really know what kind of mental state he was in, and I felt that it would not be constructive at that moment.

“If you want to talk about this or anything else, I will be happy to listen to you at any time,”I said instead of my judgmental thoughts. Noah's grateful look made it worth it.

“Thank you. I don't know how to thank you for caring so much about me.”

“For a start a big cappuccino will do,” I joked with him to lighten both of our melancholic moods. Noah smiled but still didn't go. I could see he wanted to speak about something else.

“About what happened in the afternoon… I think it's also due to my fucked up mood.”

I blinked a few times and remembered our conversation two days before when we slept in the same room after stargazing and Noah apologized even then, though he didn't say exactly why. I felt that it would be no different now, but something told me that it would be better for both of us if I didn't mess this up. Besides, I felt equally responsible.

"Yesterday afternoon was particularly good," I said honestly, because no matter how messed up the ending was, we laughed and talked a lot before it, everything was almost the same as before.

Noah pushed his sunglasses on top of his head and scanned my face.

“So isn't that why you're in a bad mood?”

I'm in a bad mood because we almost kissed in the lake, completely attached to each other's bodies? Because I almost cheated on my girlfriend with my best friend? Or because I loved every minute when our bodies touched? Is the reason for this messed up mood that I get into the room, half lying on the floor, because my cock was throbbing so much after hearing his moans that I didn't even have the opportunity to sit on the bed? Or because of all the fucking sexy things my brain was creating and he was the main character in all of them? I have no idea what exactly the question was about.

“I'm tired, I could sleep here in the car, only my neck would hurt,” I answered. “Tomorrow, after a long sleep, everything will be much better.”

I really believed in this, because when I'm rested, it's much easier to cope with any test that life throws at me. Maybe I felt tired and bored, that was just a bad move and I could screw everything up - if I haven't done it yet - but tomorrow, fresh, I will definitely see things in a better light.

"Okay," Noah agreed thoughtfully, then grabbed his wallet and hopped out of the car. “A cappuccino, as you said. Anything else?” he asked with a smile as he leaned in the door.

“A chocolate chip cookie, please.” I returned his smile when he nodded.

He put on his sunglasses and pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head. While he went into the store, I got out to stretch my legs and smoke a cigarette.

I was already getting back in the car when I saw Noah exit the small shop at the gas station and start heading back, but it seemed I wasn't the only one who noticed. He was stopped by a middle-aged woman with long red hair and a younger girl. I could tell by their body language how excited they were when they started talking. His presence has probably made their day better, but maybe even their whole week. I watched him as he bent down a little so the height difference would not be too disturbing, as he smiled restrainedly, but kindly, and paid attention to them. I felt a pleasant feeling move in my chest because I was in such an advantageous position that I could receive this attention at any time. Noah nodded, then smiled as they took a few selfies, he held the phone with his long arm. He pulled his hoodie up over his forearms, the muscles on which were tense and his dark tattoos glistened in the sunlight. His hair fell forward as they checked to see if the pictures were okay, and I wondered if I had ever felt as much desire for another man as I did for him. The answer was clearly no.

In high school, we were told a thousand times that we were gay because of our long hair and eccentric style, but I never seriously thought about the possibility, because for me the girls were interesting enough, anyone could say anything. Our friends also looked at us strangely when they found out that I lived with my best friend, but they didn't ask about it too much. Did Noah feel the same way? I remember a long time ago, at a party, he kissed a guy, but it was just a silly, drunken challenge, not a real kiss, and it didn't last more than a few seconds. He always had girlfriends and it never occurred to me that he might even be bisexual. And then there was Noah's mom…who loved to attack our friendship and all the good things that happened to her son.

It all started when two boys started teasing Noah at school, and one of my friends and I listened to it all. They made rude comments about his hair and figure, and when that didn't get enough of an impact and reaction, they started teasing him about having Asian blood in his veins. He was told that it was indeterminate whether he was a boy or a girl, just like in Japanese anime. I think this was the point where even though I hated conflict, I had to step in because I absolutely loved anime. And I didn't understand why you couldn't leave a boy alone who just wanted to write his homework.

It only took a couple of well-selected sentences from Davis and a few condescending glances from me to make the young boys go away in defeat. They wisely decided that it was pointless to confront the three of us, especially since my friend and I were several years older. We had a fist-bump with Davis, who immediately left for class, and only then did I turn to the boy, who got up from the bench and started packing his things back into his bag. His hair fell into his face as he leaned forward, his movements looking nervous. I've never been the type to initiate acquaintances. I hated big company and could only really open up to a small circle of friends, but… I felt I had to open up to him. Little did I know then that I was making the best decision of my life.

“By the way, I'm Nicholas,” I tried to lighten his mood a little. “My friends usually just call me Nick.”

The boy finally stopped and slowly turned towards me. He brushed his hair away from his face with long, thin fingers, revealing dark eyes, pouty pink lips, and the sweetest nose I'd ever seen.

"I could have dealt with them alone," he declared instead of introducing himself. I wasn't mad at him though, I knew he was still in passive aggressive defense mode.

“I know,” I answered and smiled cautiously. I didn't want him to feel like I was laughing at him. “But I am desperately collecting friends who like anime.”

With this, I managed to remove some of the storm clouds from his face.

“How many friends do you have like that, Nick?” he asked with interest, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“I hope you will be the first,” I answered honestly, for which I received a bright smile in response.

"Noah," he said, twisting his fingers, turning his gaze to the ground. "I mean, that's my name," he added, laughing nervously, looking up at me again.

"Noah," I said his name, just to know how it felt. I loved it.

In the weeks that followed, Noah easily fit into my group of friends. No one really noticed that he was three years younger than us. Even then he was almost as tall as me, and much more mature than his age would have suggested.

The summer holidays were approaching, the students were less and less focused on studying and wanted to stay more and more outdoors. I couldn't wait for the bell to ring from our last class on Friday and it would be the weekend. Not because I wanted to party - I've never been a party animal - but so that I can finally get a good night's sleep and draw as much as I like. I was decorating the edge of my notebook throughout math class, and when the bell finally rang, I was one of the first to get up, threw my things into my bag, said goodbye to the two boys I had been friends with for years, and stepped out into the hallway. Noah was leaning against the railing waiting for me, drinking a can of Coke and smiling when he saw me.

"Thanks for waiting," I told him as we walked out of the building. “This math class was dead boring.”

"I can't say that this was the most exciting day of my life either," he answered, smoothing his shoulder-length brown hair behind his ears. “But maybe it will get better from now on.”

“For sure. It is even more fun to sit in the church and listen to the teacher about nonsense.”

"Brr, don't even mention the church," he said with disgust on his face. I laughed to myself as he wrinkled his freckled nose, pursed his lips, and was visibly sick of even the thought. He said that his grandparents, with whom he lived, were very religious and forced him to participate in church work, even if it’s about repairs or fundraising.

We walked down to the front of the building when a bunch of young boys turned to us and giggled as we passed them. I saw in Noah that he was uncertain for a fleeting moment, but then he kept his head up and walked confidently.

“You shouldn't show off with me,” he remarked when we left the gate. “You must have noticed that I am not the most popular student.”

“Don't think I'm afraid of your classmates in diapers,” I snorted, touching my pockets. I couldn't wait to finally light a cigarette. I found the box with the lighter inside and took out a cigarette. I noticed Noah reach out his hand as well, causing my eyebrows to rise to the center of my forehead.

“What is that?” Noah asked.

“Aren't you too young for that?”

He just rolled his eyes, then grabbed my wrist where I was holding the box and took out a cigarette. He lit it with practiced movements and blew the first puff of smoke into my face, making me roll my eyes.

“Just because you're older, you don't have to play the adult.”

“Just because I smoke is not an example to be followed,”I retorted, but I couldn't take this conversation seriously either, and by the end we both laughed at each other.

“Don't worry, I already smoked before I met you.”

“Huh,” I squeezed my hand dramatically towards my chest. “Now a huge stone fell from my heart. I was already beginning to think that I had led you into trouble during our short acquaintance.”

“My grandparents won't be coming home until Sunday,” Noah explained as we got to their house. I looked up at the two-story building, which was surrounded by a large, well-kept garden, and nodded approvingly. It was the first time I visited them, only three weeks had passed since we met in the schoolyard.

"I guessed you were a little prince," I said with feigned seriousness. The house was about twice the size of the one I lived in with my parents and four siblings. Noah snorted, but didn't answer anything, he just opened the door with his key, and then we entered the hall one after the other. Even next to the coat hanger, the face of Jesus greeted me on the wall. It seemed that Noah was not exaggerating when he spoke about his grandparents' religiosity. I kicked off my shoes and continued to look around while Noah struggled with his tangled shoelaces.

“Who is she?” I asked, pointing to a beautiful woman in one of the paintings. Her brown hair was at least down to her waist and she wore a blood red cloak over her long dress which she held in her hands at her chest.

"Mary Magdalene," Noah answered as he straightened up. “She…”

"Many people believe that she was Jesus' lover," said a woman's voice behind us, and we both turned on our heels in surprise. "Hello, I'm Noah's mother, Elizabeth," the owner of the voice extended her hand to me with a soft smile on her lips. Her light brown hair was tied back in a bun, her nails were painted bright pink, and she wore a short black dress that showed off her long thighs. She looked barely over thirty, I would never have guessed she was Noah's mother. I would have guessed it was his sister.

“Good afternoon. I'm Nicholas,” I shook her hand politely. Her skin was hot and slightly clammy, her grip strong. Then we both turned to Noah, who was standing with his arms crossed in front of his chest, not moving.

“Don't you welcome your mother?” asked the woman, raising the glass filled with whiskey she was holding to her mouth with a smile.

“Why are you here? “Noah asked, but his voice was barely above a whisper.

“I don't have the right to visit my son?” Since Noah didn't appreciate any reaction, she drained the rest of the drink from her glass and continued: “Your grandmother mentioned that you will be alone. I thought this would be the perfect time to get back together.”

When Noah told me about his bad relationship with his mother, I thought they didn't get along because of some sort of teenage rebellion. I never thought that Noah could act so cold with someone when I got to know him so friendly and kind in the last few weeks.

I followed him up the stairs with furrowed brows as he started without saying a word to his mother. When we entered his room, he immediately locked the door and collapsed on the bed, broken.

“I'm sorry, I didn't know she would be here.”

“It's okay,” I reassured him immediately and fell down next to him. "She doesn't seems that bad," I added, but I saw that pained smile on Noah's face that I haven't been able to get out of my head since, and I kept seeing it in my mind as his mother stabbed him in the back over and over again just to see him suffer.

I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf to look through his manga. He said he would be happy to lend me any of them if I wanted to read them, and I chose two. Afterwards, I sat back next to him and we were talking about school, when my sketchbook, in which I used to draw, came up.

“Shall I show you?” I asked Noah. His face lit up as he nodded, so I reached for the ceiling and pulled my t-shirt over my head. Noah leaned very close to my shoulder, which was decorated with a fresh tattoo. My first tattoo, a beautifully crafted bird wing.

“I want to tattoo my entire arm,” I explained to him, while he touched my skin, as if he wanted to test whether it feels different over the tattoo. - I designed this too, and if I collect the money for it, we will continue. Maybe one day I'll be a tattoo artist, who knows…”

Noah nodded and struggled to break his gaze to look up at me.

“Your drawings are very good, there is no doubt that you have a talent for it,” he said honestly. “I want a tattoo too.” He bit his lip as he thought. Then he slowly pulled up his t-shirt and placed his index finger on one of the small scars on his chest.

“Do you think these could be covered? There was this car accident and… I broke a few ribs, and then in the hospital they put tubes in… here too,” he smoothed a hand over the side of his chest. “Although the doctors said that it will almost completely disappear by the time I grow up, I still want something on it.”

I didn't know that particular accident was so serious that he lost his father and everyone died except him. I had no idea, it had been many months have passed before he told me about that summer day.

“They can surely make it disappear,” I answered him, while my gaze involuntarily fell on his ribs, which almost pierced his skin. Noah might have noticed because he quickly readjusted his shirt and wrapped his arms around himself defensively. I hated myself for making him uncomfortable, it was the last thing I wanted. I also put on my t-shirt and smiled at him from under my eyelashes.

“Can I have some tea now?” I referred to his offer from half an hour before. Noah nodded enthusiastically, and while he ran down to the kitchen, I picked up one of the manga and started flipping through the pages. He left the door ajar, so I heard him approach cautiously after five minutes, probably to avoid spilling the contents of the mug on himself. I looked down at the bottom of the page I was reading, noted the page number, and closed the book. Then I heard Noah's mother's voice. His speech was slurred, I could tell even though he was half-whispering.

“Your grandmother must be proud of you for being gay. She must be happy to tell it in church.” The smile immediately melted from my face and I sat frozen on the bed. “Look at me when I talk to you!” Elizabeth didn't even try to suppress her voice.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Noah said quietly. His voice was laced with pleading and fear. My throat tightened. “Please…”

“More about who. Nicholas, if I remember his name correctly. Why would you bring a boy here and shut him up in your room?”

“Nick is my friend.”

“Who would want to be friends with you, baby?” asked the woman almost regretfully. “You are so naive, Noah. Everyone has an ulterior motive.”

My hands were clenched into fists, my blood pressure skyrocketed, and yet I didn't move. I was held back by my good upbringing, by the fact that my parents taught me to be obedient to adults. Later, I regretted a thousand times that I didn't stand by Noah and get him out of that family right away. That place was equal to hell on earth. I heard a door close and Noah finally entered the room. His hands were shaking, the tea between his fingers spilled onto the floor, but his face remained completely emotionless. I jumped off the bed and took the mug from him so he wouldn't drop it. This time, I locked the door and took out a pocket of tissue from my bag. He accepted without a word, wiped his hand, then threw it away and we sat next to each other on the bed.

"If you don't feel like staying, I won't be mad if you go home," he said without looking at me. He knew I heard every word of the conversation. His fingers dug into his thighs and his face went completely pale. I didn't really know what to do in such a situation. I felt uncomfortable, I was angry, but I wanted to help him feel good again. This was the most important thing, because over the weeks I slowly began to become completely addicted to his smile. I put the tea on the table and turned to him.

“Would you like me to go home?” I asked him because I had to know what he wanted.

Noah finally looked up at me. Unshed tears glistened in his eyes, his lips trembled.

“No. I want you to stay.”

His voice was childish, not the confident teenager I knew from school. I quickly realized that it was just a disguise, but I was relieved to hear his answer, because I would not have liked to leave him alone with that woman.

“Then I'll stay,” I answered and slowly smiled. It took a few seconds for him to return the smile, and even though it didn't quite reach his eyes, I was satisfied with that. “Which anime would you like?” I stood up and started watching the DVDs packed under the TV.

“Choose something. Surprise me,” he replied with a slight challenge in his eyes.

It was the first and last time we went to their place after school. Afterwards, we always ended up at our house, and Noah didn't seem bothered by my loud brother, my hysterical little sisters, or the fact that the hot water kept running out late at night and we were forced to take cold showers if we were immersed in the conversation. If the milk ran out in the morning, he made his porridge with water and didn't complain if we had toast for lunch. I noticed how strange it was when mom or I hugged him. Like he doesn't know what to do with it all and is confused. But it only took a few weeks for all of that to change and he almost started demanding touches.

Noah walked to the car and turned back to make sure no one was following him before getting in. I followed his approaching steps with half-closed eyes, trying to figure out what had changed. Where was the tipping point when I started finding him attractive. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't figure it out and that only made me more frustrated. Noah got in and handed me the coffee and the paper bag, then pulled the hood off his head.

“I hope it didn't get too cold,” he said with an apologetic smile.

I tiredly returned his smile and handed the biscuit back to him.

“Half of it is yours. And thank you.”

He didn't argue for a second that I wanted to share the dessert with him. He began to eat the cookie with gusto, while I drank my coffee thoughtfully.

“Noah…we'll be fine, right?” I suddenly asked out of nowhere. My voice sounded so scared that I was surprised by it.

He looked at me confused, with a small crumb on his mouth that I was tempted to wipe off, but luckily he licked it off before I could move. He swallowed the bite and looked deep into my eyes.

“Whatever happens, we will always be here for each other. You are the only sure point in my life. Believe me, I will do everything to be your sure point.”

I nodded and closed my eyes again. I think that was enough to make me feel better, if only a little.

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theladyofbloodshed · 2 years ago

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I know I already have a wish on my Santa list 🥰

But I was looking at all the requests (mine included) and I think that you deserve a big challenge, because you're a such great writer!!!

Okay, so... I've only seen one fic about this and since then no one was brave enough to go down that path again 👀👀👀 And my request is... a Threesome of Nessian with Helion 😏🔥

It could be Helion's reaction with Nessian being mates (which I find impossible to have been a surprise) or him being invited to the Mating Ceremony with lots of "dubious" gifts, feel FREE for anything, that's my challenge to you ❤️🔥

This definitely pushed me out of my comfort zone, but here is nearly 3000 words of smut just for you! Obviously 18+

‘Ground rules.’

Nesta exchanged a smirk with Helion from across the room as Cassian paced before them.

‘I had not known the Lord of Bloodshed to abide by rules.’

Cassian turned his hazel eyes to the high lord, cataloguing the sprawl of his body on the couch, the bare, muscled thighs that Nesta had been unable to tear her attention from all night as they dined and drank, and the hungry look in his amber eyes.

‘When you’re about to fuck my mate, there needs to be rules.’

They had reached one hundred years since their mating ceremony and every day Cassian loved Nesta more. He’d suggested they each get to choose something they wanted to do as a way of celebrating. Cassian had managed to negotiate a deal, the sizzle of the tattoo sliding over his skin as Nesta agreed that him and Azriel could spend a week in Illyria drinking like they were still the stupid youths they’d once been.

When it came to Nesta’s part of the deal, Cassian expected something like being able to lock herself in the library for a week or to dance all night at a ball with him. She didn’t hesitate when she said to bring a third person to bed with them. The tattoo had already snaked itself around his wrist before the words had even landed.

The deal was inked into their skin. They had to fulfil it. Nesta had seen the shock in his eyes and tried to back out, explaining that she was merely curious and of course she still loved and wanted him. She promised to research a way to break the deal if it upset him.

However, the thought took root. More and more, Cassian considered the prospect. He thought of the females they knew then decided that was too close for comfort if things got awkward. An acquaintance then maybe – one they would only see on rare occasions – though none came to mind.

Weeks passed and Nesta did not mention it, but it became an all-consuming thought for Cassian. His mate wanted another female in their bed. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit that it excited him. He had to be the luckiest male in Prythian.

She was eating dinner one day when Cassian finally found the balls to broach the subject. ‘The deal we made… Was there a particular female you had in mind?’

Nesta chewed on her cut of pork, a smile creeping itself onto her lips as she tried to swallow. ‘Cassian, I meant a male.’

‘A male?’ He spluttered.

Without skipping a beat, Nesta replied, ‘Helion.’

His instincts simmered over. He’d nearly crashed through the window and flown to the Day Court to pummel Helion. There had been a fair share of flirting over the years from Helion though Nesta had never been receptive to it. She had either ignored him or walked away.

‘Helion?’

She gave a little quirk of her brows. ‘Helion.’

When the day came, Cassian’s nerves jangled all over the place. Nesta has reassured him that it would be a one-time thing. That they would go home together. They would stay together. But his nerves were shifting more into the realms of anticipation. Every time that he touched his mate, he couldn’t help but imagine Helion’s hands on her and seeing what pleasure it could elicit. He imagined what position they'd take her in or who'd have her crawling. Nesta was the love of his life, but he was willing to share her. Occasionally.

‘Rule one,’ he said, ‘nothing happens if I’m out of the room. Rule two, nobody knows about this. Ever.’

‘I get to sleep with the most beautiful couple in Prythian and have to lock that secret away?’ Helion sighed, ‘You wrong me, Prince of Bastards.’

He slumped down on the edge of the couch, taking a long swig of his wine. Nesta came to kneel between his wings. She began massaging his shoulders, relieving the tension that had grown within the muscle.

‘Rule three, if one of us says stop, we all stop.’

Nesta kissed his neck then snaked her arms around his front so that her fingers could begin undoing the buttons of his shirt. Her eyes remained fixed on Helion’s, her anticipation coating the room with static.

‘Rule four, you do not finish in my mate.’

‘No fun,’ Nesta complained pouting so that Helion chuckled.

She took a tonic – they both did. Helion undoubtedly did too since the Day Court wasn’t populated by his heirs.

‘No more rules,’ she murmured, kissing the corner of Cassian’s mouth. ‘Let’s have fun.’

‘I have a rule,’ offered Helion, lounging back on the couch with his hands behind his head. ‘You stay the night in this bed.’

‘I think we can cope with that.’

They had agreed that Nesta and Cassian would begin then Helion would join them. Certainly, the high lord seemed content to watch for the time being as Cassian brought his mate to his lap. He was torn between shielding her body from another male or showing her off for the queen she was.

Nesta continued her ministrations, kissing him with a fervour as if she was starving. He helped her to remove her dress, only pausing from their kisses to sweep the material over her head.

Helion watched on, a hand going occasionally to his cock over his clothes. Having an audience heated their desire for each other. Even Nesta was scraping her teeth across Cassian’s neck, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulder with harried breaths. Her body was clamped to his. The scent of her arousal flooded the room. Within his leathers, his cock ached painfully to be inside of his mate.

Hurriedly, he loosened the strings of his pants enough to pull himself free while he nibbled against Nesta’s earlobe.

Cassian’s hands were on his mate’s hips, guiding her to sheathe herself like she had so many times in the past. It was his favourite position; Nesta in control, her breasts bouncing in front of his face in a private show.

A deep sound of pleasure escaped Nesta’s throat as she sunk downward, filling herself.

Helion sat in a chair, fisting his cock, watching Nesta get fucked by her mate.

There was a determination in Cassian’s up-thrusts; he was the better male, the one who knew his mate best and all the ways to have her legs quivering so unsteadily that he would throw her down and take over.

Cassian’s tongue sucked at her nipple as her hips ground up and down, taking in every inch.

He was in danger of peaking too soon. It was a hazard with a mate like Nesta.

Cassian carried her to the bed, laying Nesta down upon the pillows like a princess from a story. The white silk chemise she wore was too pure for such a night so he tore it from her body like the brute he was.

She spread open her legs to offer herself to both of the males. He caught the way Helion had devoured Nesta with his eyes, gleaning over the curve of her calves up to the bounce of her breasts. He didn’t miss the challenge in his gaze as his eyes met Cassian’s either. Mates or not, male pride would have them butting heads to see who could bring Nesta the most pleasure that night. And Cassian knew every trick in the book when it came to his female. It would be his name she crowed at the end of it.

He inclined his head to the high lord, gesturing towards Nesta. Allowing him permission. Helion stepped forwards, his toga slipping off of his body so it pooled by the side of the bed.

Nesta wasted no time. Helion hissed through his teeth as Nesta gripped his member. With her thumb, she pressed into the underside of his cock, sliding up and down in a steady motion as Helion looked down at her.

It should have invoked jealously. He should have been tearing Helion’s body in two for daring to go near his mate. But a thrill throbbed through Cassian’s body to see Nesta touching another male. This night, Helion would realise just how lucky Cassian was to have Nesta as a mate.

‘Here,’ she ordered to Cassian, pointing to the spot in front of her on the bed without taking her eyes from Helion.

The mattress dipped under his weight as he settled in front of her.

A hand traced the hard muscles of his chest and he hardened again at the sight of her bare breasts. Nesta smirked. She had both of them utterly enraptured by her, as she should. There was no female like her in existence.

‘Take off your clothes,’ she snapped.

Nesta did not deign him worthy of even the briefest slither of eye contact as she continued on with Helion. She raised herself towards him, nuzzling against the hard planes of his body, even pressing a kiss over his naval. Languidly, her hands stroked up his thighs as if comparing all the ways his body differed to her mate's.

Her lips kissed his thigh, his hip, a little lower - then stopped. She flicked her tongue against the head of his cock then sank back onto the bed, a proud smile curling the corners of her mouth up.

Cassian caught the flash of impatience on Helion’s face. In one hundred years, Cassian had grown to know all the ways that Nesta teased. Now she knew what Helion wanted, she would deny him as long as possible until he begged for it.

Helion didn’t know his mate as well as he did. Nesta might try to make Cassian beg, but she rarely achieved it. He took what was his.

A hand enclosed around Nesta’s chin, turning her to face him. Her grey eyes narrowed, daring him to do it.

Cassian pushed the darkened head of his cock to her lips until they yielded to him.

He slid in an inch to adjust to the warmth of her mouth. Then another. And another.

Nesta had always been pliant for him, taking whatever he gave her. But she was more than a lover he’d discard at the end of the night, so Cassian smoothed a thumb along the sharp line of her jaw, guiding her movements with a tenderness that the Lord of Bloodshed reserved only for her.

Vaguely, he noticed Helion’s hand grasp Nesta’s and grip it to his own cock, but her quicksilver eyes remained on her mate’s.

‘My mate,’ he murmured even as her hand pumped another man’s cock.

They shifted positions so all were on the bed. Cassian kept a hand on the back of Nesta’s head, bobbing it up and down as he sprawled out on the pillows. She was on her knees, bare body on glorious display.

The high lord of Day moved to the bottom of the bed. The heat of his hands seeped across Nesta’s thighs as he spread her legs wider for him. A finger stroked against her, investigating if she was as wet as the cloying scent of her arousal suggested.

She moaned against Cassian, the sensation tingling to the tips of his wings as Helion pressed his fingers inside of her and curled. All of her pleasure was choked by the cock sliding in and out of her mouth. It had Cassian raising his hips upwards to meet her stroke for stroke.

Strong arms wrapped around Nesta’s thighs as Helion swapped his fingers for a tongue. Her legs quivered at the first touch. He flattened his tongue against her, darting in and out, lapping up all the arousal seeping from her.

Her eyes snapped to Cassian’s, craving his reaction. A smouldering feeling burnt in his veins each time Helion made his mate lurch her body towards the blankets. It wasn’t jealousy. Wasn’t aggression. More curiosity to see how another male might bring his mate to climax. And when Helion flipped her onto her back so she rested against Cassian’s body, he had a front row seat to watch all the ways her body tensed and twitched. It was a view he’d never had before in all the years they’d made love.

He squeezed a nipple between two of his fingers. Nesta’s chest rose with each ragged breath that Helion forced from her. She writhed against him, her back brushing against his cock. Cassian held her still, kissing her temple as her body began its ascension to euphoria. Her chest to tried to heave upwards, her spine tried to curve, but Cassian held Nesta firm murmuring in her ear all the filthy things he'd do to her when they got home.

From the shudder of her legs, Cassian knew Nesta had come hard on the high lord’s tongue. His amber eyes shined as he looked upon the limp, panting female sprawled across Cassian’s body.

They allowed Nesta only a couple of minutes to regain her composure. Colour bloomed in her cheeks while a sated smile plastered across her face.

‘What do you say, Lord of Bloodshed?’

Cassian kept Nesta cradled to his body while her breathing evened out. Sweeping the sweat-soaked strands of her golden hair from her forehead, he encouraged Helion to continue with his question.

‘Will you let me fuck your mate now?’

The high lord of the Day Court had Nesta stand on already wobbly legs then bent one onto the bed. Her thrill was electric, threatening to devour them.

‘Look at me, sweetheart,’ Cassian breathed, ‘don’t you dare look away when he enters.’

She raised her head, eyes fixed upon her mate, as Helion slid as far as the hilt.

In a handful of thrusts, Nesta was tipping forwards, the angle too much for his length. There was a vulnerability in her eyes that Cassian had never seen because he was always the one fucking her from behind.

He stroked her face. ‘Is it too much for you? More than you can handle, Nes?’

Then she clenched her jaw together, her rough noises of pleasure barely able to make their way from her throat. She pushed back against Helion, meeting his hips with a roll of her own. His smile was lupine.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Nesta worked her body, thrusting back her hips to match Helion’s strokes. Broad fingers gripped at her hips, digging into the skin.

Cassian couldn’t decide what to do or where to go. He wanted to fuck her. Her pussy. Her mouth. Anywhere. But he wanted to watch too.

A low growl rippled from his throat when Helion spanked Nesta. His instincts were needling at his skin, unsure of what direction to go. They’d perceived it as a threat to Nesta but she’d breathed out a curse and demanded it again.

‘You seem tense,’ Helion drawled as he raised his hand again.

It sizzled against Nesta’s skin. She groaned once more, hanging her head down.

The husky rumble of her throat had Cassian crossing the distance on the bed. He stroked the head of his cock against her lips, pushing in slightly each time they parted for her moans. His cock ached for her, but Cassian didn’t want Helion to stop. There was a taboo excitement to see another male fucking his mate – and to see Nesta so thoroughly enjoying herself.

Nesta dragged him closer with her pleading eyes. Both legs were raised to the bed so she could work in tandem between the males. She took Cassian as far back in her throat until she gagged then receded, sinking back onto Helion’s length.

No sounds filled the room except for Nesta’s body passing between them, the wet sounds of her mouth and pussy being filled by two males who were having the night of their life.

‘Make her come again,’ Cassian demanded.

This was Nesta’s night. She’d wanted this – she deserved to wring out every drop of pleasure from it.

The command made Helion grin with feral delight. His experience and expertise already had her body going taut between them like a rope stretched too tight.

The view was incredible. The vibrations of her moans had Cassian's muscles pulsing. His own release was coming soon – Helion’s too by the grit of his teeth.

‘Finish in her.’

Nesta raised her eyes upwards, his thick cock still filling her mouth. Cassian clung on to that final fraying thread, holding back his orgasm.

‘Do you want that sweetheart?’ He asked, leaning down to kiss her forehead. ‘Do you want Helion to come in you?’

She managed to nod. He returned the favour to Helion.

He felt his jaw slacken as Nesta’s body jerked and shifted, trapped between their cocks until she was coming against Helion's fingers. Her knees went weak. Her body was only held up by Helion’s arms around her waist.

The high lord buried himself inside of her, coming with roar that made the room shake.

Cassian’s seed spurted into his mate’s mouth, seeping down her throat as she swallowed each drop.

The three of them collapsed on the bed. Sweat coated their bodies. Nesta groped the bed until her fingers locked with his.

‘Happy anniversary,’ he said, squeezing against her fingers.

Helion had given them time alone; they showered together, washing each other’s bodies with reverence. Nesta was practically glowing from the experience. They talked in whispers with Nesta ensuring that he hadn’t found it too torturous and that he knew she loved him. He was happy that she was happy. And he now had about a thousand different things he wanted to try back in Velaris with her. The tattoos on their bodies had already faded.

With silk sheets pulled around them, they curled together on the bed. Nesta’s ear pressed against his heart counting the beats.

Once Helion had washed, he joined them in the bed, tucking his body beside Nesta’s. A wave of his hand extinguished the rows of candles, leaving only a couple to scatter yellow light through the bedchamber. The bed was large enough to fit the three of them in with ample space so Cassian was left wondering how many more had slept in there.

‘Same again next century?’

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