ARZANALE - FIRST DRAFT CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE 

KOVAK 

Intercourse, Pennsylvania.

Martan Kovak woke up with a start. His inner alarm hadn’t gone off at the wrong time. He knew where he was. One of the bodies beside Kovak shifted and moaned in a way usually reserved for intimate moments.

Ugh.

Kovak looked at the LCD calendar on the opposite wall— an odd day of the month; Snyder’s turn to spent time alone with Hugo.

Kovak groaned and started to remove the covers to vacate the bed, so the other two could be by themselves. On his feet, he stretched, trying not to pay too much attention to the rustle and soft noises behind him, also to the increasing nonsense growing in his chest.

Sharing the man he loved was atonement for Kovak’s past sins. Hugo had accepted him back in his life when the relationship with Snyder was in its incipient stages, and, instead of giving the other man the boot, Hugo had decided to give them both a chance to make him fall in love. One thousand and ninety-five days later, all three were sharing a house and sleeping in the same bed but not exactly having three-ways every night.

Snyder chuckled as Kovak bent to pick up his underwear from the floor.

Kovak hadn’t bothered to put them on again after he and Hugo had sex before Snyder came home from an assignment last night.

“I’d say those glutes are getting bigger and rockier with each passing day, partner,” Snyder commented “I can see you’re following the routine I found for you.” Snyder’s voice was husky in its morning rustiness. It tickled something inside Kovak. 

Pulling the black briefs up and casually turning to face the other two men, Kovak arched an eyebrow and smirked. “That routine wasn’t for my ass, you yahoo. But thanks, Hugo’s having a lot of fun with this rockier and bigger version of my glutes.”

Snyder saluted Kovak with his right hand then elbowed Hugo. “You’re welcome.”

Hugo rolled his eyes, elbowing Snyder back. Both were still spread over the bed, their bodies only half-covered by bedsheets now. “If you like his ass, just tell him you like his ass. There’s no reason for being beating around the bush amongst us.” Hugo’s eyes moved from Snyder (who was grinning like a moron) to settle on Kovak. “Martan, you don’t have to go.”

Hugo only called Kovak “Martan” when he truly wanted him to do something. It was an unspoken code between them.

The few times they had tried to be all three together had been like Snyder and Kovak were brothers sharing a conquest— avoiding touching each other and barely making eye contact. If Hugo wanted Kovak to stay, he would, just not as a participant but on the couch, watching the show and appropriately masturbating.

Like a damn voyeur.

Kovak nodded in agreement, removing his underwear. He noticed the quick but clearly deflated look both men had when he started moving toward the couch under the flashing LCD calendar. It was the first day of May, and they were officially off duty for seven days. He didn’t have to hurry to be anywhere else.

Hugo pushed himself upward and rested his back on the upholstered headboard. The bed had come with the house, and Snyder had brought that headboard from some undisclosed location. By its materials, it'd definitely been a tropical place.

“We didn’t kick you off the bed, Kovak,” Hugo sighed.

“I know,” Kovak agreed, lazily stroking his cock. “But things had been organized in a certain way for a reason.”

“Reasons and procedures can change,” added Snyder.

“True. Not today, though.” Kovak winked but didn't smile. Kovak could not say he didn’t like Snyder. The man was top of his trade, had a rocking body, and a winning personality. Nevertheless, they were opposite ends of the same spectrum. If they had met in normal circumstances (without Hugo being the main reason for their paths to have crossed), they’d have probably been good comrades in arms, perhaps even friends, but never lovers.

Snyder groaned. He looked from Kovak to Hugo and shook his head, yanking the sheets from Hugo’s lap. Hugo was hard and ready in all his morning-wood glory.

Kovak’s own cock gained more consistency as Snyder caressed the nice piece close to him. Hugo’s swarthy skin always reminded Kovak of the cinnamon trees he’d seen in Zanzibar— dark and strong, fragrant and beautiful.

With the three of them, it was all about contrast: in personalities, in skin colors, in points of view about many things. Snyder and Kovak were both blond and with fair skin, even if Snyder had a hint of strawberry in both hair and complexion while Kovak leaned toward peaches and apricots.

Kovak snorted quietly. Peaches and apricots were among the so-called stone fruits, and he could relate to that easily. Now a different correlation to peaches emerged as Snyder moved to all fours, his ass high and his face low, dragging his nose along Hugo’s shaft avidly inhaling a fragrance Kovak knew too well.

Hugo combed Snyder long hair to one side.

Something in the back of Kovak’s mind told him their lover had done that to give him a better view of Snyder’s actions. He swallowed hard, seeing Snyder’s lips wrap around Hugo’s cockhead. The way Snyder used his plump lips to lower the foreskin always gave Kovak goose bumps. For a moment he considered how that mouth would feel around his own member.

Hugo’s and Kovak’s eyes locked, and Hugo closed his eyes slowly with an imperceptible nod as if agreeing with him. Being caught by Hugo imagining Snyder’s mouth in his cock should have doused his arousal, and yet it had the exact opposite effect: his nipples hardened and a slight tremor spiraled over his body.

Snyder worked with serious concentration; his big fist pumped the shaft as his head bobbed engulfing and releasing inches and inches with gusto.

With one hand, Hugo traced the perfect concave arch of Snyder’s back on his way to rocky cheeks— unhurriedly, just a wide expanse to glide and enjoy.

A finger disappeared inside Snyder’s hole. The mercenary moaned, his mouth still full of sweet Hugo, and Kovak groaned in response because the sound had touched him in a place that wasn’t supposed to be touched by that sound or the image accompanying it.

Kovak knew it wasn’t a projection of his own reactions, knowing that Hugo also did these things to him. No, it was about Snyder; about how the mercenary gyrated his hips— eager for a deeper penetration; about the way his long pale lashes caught the emerging light of the morning as he closed his eyes to receive more of Hugo’s cock in his mouth.

Three fingers were now readying Snyder. Kovak didn’t know what had changed, but this morning he had come to a new appreciating of Snyder’s form, of his reactions to Hugo’s touch. Kovak did not want to be just a silent spectator anymore; he wanted to be part of that, but his own conflict— his own sense of incomplete atonement kept him rooted to the spot.

Snyder straddled Hugo, his back to Kovak, his long hair falling like an unruly sunny river down his wide shoulders. Hugo spread those hard cheeks, exposing their sweet treasure. Snyder found his mark with one hand and guided Hugo inside him.

Kovak held his breath. Snyder slowly lowered himself, taking it all with determination and abandon, the angle of his spine growing inward with every devoured inch. Snyder and Kovak exhaled together when Snyder was fully seated and in control of Hugo’s cock.

Kovak’s entire body tingled. The image before him and his memories entwined and swirled, bringing the flames engulfing his body to new heights.

Snyder started to ride Hugo. First a soft roll, quietly increasing from trot to canter to gallop until it was full command and utter possession. Kovak worked his cock in tandem with Snyder’s motions, getting closer with each heartbeat, with each moan and grunt escaping the other two.

Kovak’s hand became a blur, so in tune with Snyder, hoping it was Snyder. Abruptly, Snyder stopped. Kovak saw the rivulets of sweat sliding down the strong back and arms, damping strawberry hair. Both heaved, perhaps lost in the sudden quiet.

Snyder rested his brow over Hugo’s. He nodded as if coming to a realization. He straightened his upper body and turned to look at Kovak, his eyes wild and needy. Snyder extended his hand, but the word came from Hugo’s mouth. “Come.”

Kovak’s feverish brain thought they wanted to see him come, see him reach his climax for their enjoyment, but then he realized it had meant, “Come to us.”

In a daze, Kovak went to his feet, hard and very close to bursting.

Before Kovak could reach the bed, Snyder got off Hugo and lay on his back.

Hugo moved on his knees to receive Kovak. He climbed on the bed, and Hugo gave an upward swept with his middle finger over Kovak’s leaking cockhead to scoop some precum. Kovak thought Hugo would lick it, but instead he put the now dripping finger on Snyder’s lips.

Snyder took the finger in his mouth— his eyes locked with Kovak’s.

Kovak felt lightheaded, and all he wanted to do now was to have his mouth sharing that finger with Snyder. And he went for it, covering Snyder’s body with his body, covering Snyder’s mouth with his mouth, tasting himself and Snyder in the same heartbeat.

Hugo removed his finger from the equation, leaving Kovak and Snyder devouring each other’s mouths, their cocks grinding, the friction taking both higher and higher. Hugo started to masturbate, pushing his cockhead between their wrestling lips every two pumps.

Soon Kovak’s mind spiraled, enthralled by the powerful man beneath his body and the hard cock teasing their united lips. Hungry, feral, he shared a growl with Snyder as the first drop of cum fell in their greedy mouths. Hugo grunted as he came, more and more deliciousness reaching Snyder’s and Kovak’s taste buds.

Hugo smacked his wet cock on Kovak’s cheek, and that was it. Kovak cried as his body convulsed, and cum burst over and over, drenching his crotch and Snyder’s. And Snyder grabbed Kovak’s ass and ground their drenched cocks together and came and came, forcing Kovak to swallow the mercenary’s howl of completion with a punishing kiss.

 💣💣💣

“Fuck. That was…” Kovak said after enough time had passed for them to breathe evenly again. He lay on his back, Hugo and Snyder flanking him, all three staring at the ceiling.

“Intense?” Hugo’s voice emerged a bit strangled from Kovak’s right.

“Eye-opening?” Snyder sounded unusually contemplative.

“I honestly do not have a word to describe it… yet,” Kovak finally offered after several heartbeats.

Hugo sprang up, resting on his elbow. One ear perked toward the door like a bloodhound. He covered Kovak’s mouth with a hand before he could open it.

Then Kovak heard it too, someone (or several) moving downstairs. They vacated the bed in silence. With practiced ease, they donned clothes and weapons quietly.

Snyder was the first out of the master bedroom. He moved toward the stairs and stopped at the edge. He stared at Hugo and Kovak and hand-gestured “Fight or flight?”

Hugo and Kovak exchanged a glance. Kovak moved his hand, “How many?”

They all focused their senses to gauge the amount of intruders in the house. Hugo’s hand signaled, “Six?” Snyder and Kovak nodded. Hugo jerked his right thumb toward the guest bedroom.

Swiftly, they were inside the smaller room. “What do you think?” Hugo asked as they huddled close to the window.

“Effing Monday morning for crying out loud,” Snyder growled. “The low hangers on those fuckers”

“You don’t suppose these are squatters, right?” Kovak asked just to be obnoxious.

Hugo shook his head a little. “Kovak, squatters would be making a lot more noise thinking the house was empty.” He made a face.

“Let’s just get out of here,” Snyder grumbled. “These motherfuckers interrupted my afterglow, and I won’t be in the mood for questioning them.” His eyes landed on Kovak, but they had a naughty gleam instead of a murderous fog. “I might be inclined to simply end them.” He smirked easily.

“We don’t even know what they want,” Hugo huffed.

“I agree with Snyder. Let’s get the fuck out. This can’t be a friendly visit. They didn’t ring the doorbell.” Kovak shook his head. “People have no manners anymore.”

Snyder snorted. “You’re an idiot,” he said, opening the window slowly.

The roof of the tool shed attached to the house was below that window. The sun was fully out, and the neighborhood was coming alive around them. Hugo stepped out first, then Snyder. Kovak used his sliding momentum to close the window behind him. From the shed, they jumped to the backyard.

They never parked their jeep in front of the house. It was something they did in every house they rented after an assignment, foreseeing situations like this one. Since Snyder had been the last to drive it, he’d guide them. Always ready to leave everything behind, they didn’t have anything really personal to forget if escape was needed; although, Kovak really liked that headboard.

Well, shit happens.

The backyard grass was still dew-soaked, and it squished under their boots. There was something indecent about that furtive noise after the moment they’d shared in bed.

Before they could jump the low chicken wire fence, Snyder elbowed Kovak. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“Asshole,” Kovak grunted under his breath.

“Oh, you two can flirt later. C’mon,” Hugo urged, moving over the fence like an Olympic hurdler.

They were in the middle of their neighbor’s yard when the house exploded. They stopped in their tracks and turned around. They gawked as debris flung in all directions and flames soared.

“What the Helheim?” Snyder blurted, frowning. He had started to use that word instead of hell since he read the “Magnus Chase Series” by Rick Riordan.

Kovak liked the ones around Percy Jackson better; he was more in tune with Greek and Roman mythologies than those of the Norse even if he had been born in the area where the Vikings had thrived.

Snyder crossed his arms, shaking his head. “Well, that’s just wrong.”

Their house was practically across the street from a weapons museum. Kovak could only imagine the news headlines. He also shook his head.

“Let’s get the hell out before the police arrive,” Hugo commanded, and Snyder took the lead toward their jeep.

As they trotted away from the fire, Hugo realized the house had exploded before the invaders could have been out of it. Screaming police sirens and deafening firetruck honks were definitely not the best soundtrack for that disturbing realization.

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PS: I'm really liking those little bombs as glyph 😌