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ARZANALE

 

CHAPTER ONE

INTERCOURSE, PENNSYLVANIA

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 spend time alone with Hugo.

Kovak groaned and removed the covers to leave the bed so the other two could be alone. On his feet, he stretched, trying not to pay too much attention to the rustling noises behind him and the increasing nonsense growing in his chest.

Sharing the man he loved was atonement for Kovak’s past sins. Hugo 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 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 to be beating around the bush among 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 by his given name when he truly wanted him to do something— a private signal between them.

The few times they had tried to be all three together had been like Snyder and Kovak were brothers sharing a conquest— mostly 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 beneath 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. Most people wouldn’t think a couch belonged in a bedroom, but it sure came handy now and then.

Hugo pushed himself upward and rested his back on the bed’s 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,” Snyder added.

“True. Not today, though.” Kovak winked but didn't try to smile.

Kovak couldn’t 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 at hand. Hugo’s 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 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’s 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 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 on his cock should have doused Kovak’s 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 over 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 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 couch.

Snyder straddled Hugo, his back to Kovak, his long hair falling like an unruly, sunny river down his wide shoulders. Hugo spread hard cheeks, exposing their sweet treasure. Snyder used saliva to coat his mark then with that same hand 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 they’d 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 to his knees to receive Kovak. He climbed on the bed, and Hugo gave an upward sweep 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 began 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— the bed sheets they’d used to clean themselves rumpled around them.

“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 left 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-signed “Fight or flight?”

Hugo and Kovak exchanged a glance. Kovak moved his hand, “How many?” They only used eyecode when other people were around or they couldn’t move their hands.

They all focused their senses on gauging the number of intruders in the house. Hugo’s hand traced the amount in the air. “Six?” Snyder and Kovak nodded. Hugo jerked his right thumb toward the guest bedroom.

They were swiftly 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 those 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. “Those 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. Their true sentimental possessions were in safe storages around the world. They’d been in that house for three months, though, and 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.

“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 too shook his head.

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

As they trotted away from the fire, Kovak 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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THE LOVE THAT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE

Snyder was not supposed to become part of Hugo's life; nonetheless, he did.

“Uh-huh. Nobody climbs the rope higher, aims better, or finishes a set faster. Our only problem with him seems to be, he can’t do a single one of those things quietly.”

Hugo chuckled.

“It’s not funny. Besides, there’s an ongoing wager to see who’s gonna pop his mercenary cherry.”

“What?”

“Well, you know. After forty-five days with us, someone should have claimed that fine body already. Even the Amazons are on the wager— as much as everybody is aware of his preferences. Such a tasty, unclaimed morsel is driving my soldiers nuts.”

“He’s no virgin.”

“That’s not the point.  I’ve broken fights of guys vying for his attention. The last one was over who’d pay for his beer. It was such a monumental brawl—none of my men will be able to set foot on that fucking bar for at least a century.”

“He needs to forget a man. Would you do me a favor?”

“Whatever you ask, baby.”

Snyder’s adoration was starting to suffocated Hugo. He also needed to forget a man. It was always easier to give advice than to actually follow it, and not all the rage in the world would have been enough to make him let go completely. That dull ache still reverberated in those nights when the moon was a sliver. His time to move to new pastures had come. “Tell your men you did it, so they back the Hell off.”

“You want me to have sex with Angel?”

“That would be his decision, not mine. Right now, he needs to be angry ‘til his love fades away. I’ll tell him to go along with it so your boys can pursue other ways of entertainment.”

The big blond moved from his sideways position on the tangled sheets to loom over Hugo. “Is this a goodbye?”

“I thought we had a tacit understanding we were just fuck buddies, not lovers.”

“You’re right.” Snyder plopped on his back to take his face away from Hugo’s sight. “My mistake.” The voice wasn’t completely Snyder's.

“Just don’t force Angel.”

“I’ll never… I’ll lie to my men, but I have no intention of claiming the boy.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m not doing this for you. He’s a good asset. I hope he stays with us.”

“He probably will.”

And Hugo would lose his charge, his little brother, his almost son. He scooted until he was seated at the end of the bed, elbows on his knees and palms over his face. In two days, Snyder and a group that included Angel would set up camp in the Cantabrian Mountains, preparing the destruction of the gate located at Picos de Europa National Park.

Softly, Hugo padded to the open window. The night breeze blew the curtains, and he stood there naked, watching the half-mast crescent moon. He sensed Snyder moving behind him, most assuredly to escape the room without awkward farewells.

A thick finger traced a line from the back of his neck to his coccyx. Warm breath tickled his ear. “One last time,” Snyder sighed, “for the road?”

Why the fuck not?

TRIADS TRIVIA

How many rings are used in a three-way handfasting ceremony?

a) four

b) three

c) nine

d) six

I’m not saying we’re going to have one of those (I’m not saying we’re not either), but it is always good to know in case someone asks.

If you have read my books, you should know.

You’ll need to wait until one of those ceremonies happens (it might not) to find out if you haven’t.

Cheers

TRIADS SUMMIT

Apparently, since The Alpha’s Gifts, the Triads have been having conversations (I honestly don’t want to use the word debates here) amongst them and decided to change the schedule of the upcoming books. So far, I don’t know the final lineup, only that CLOCKWORK VENDETTA is the one to open the year… and they have me seriously working on it… *wink wink*

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A CONVERSATION WITH BELLA, DUCHESS OF KITTINGTON

"Dad, why are there no pets in your stories?" Bella asks. 

"Hmmm... never really thought about that before..." 

"Well, I think it is time you have a cat character. I wouldn't mind being your inspiration... Especially for that one with all the guns and explosions..." Bella looks at her left front paw, exposing a nasty, daddy-scratching claw. 

"So, you want to be in ARZANALE?" 

"One of the big guys looks kind of Russian. It would be a nice cliché if he has a Russian Blue kitty..." Bella arches the muscle over her eye ('cause cats don't have eyebrows...), and her whiskers twitch condescendingly. 

"He's Belgian!" 

Bella rolls her eyes. "Europe— same difference." She shrugs. 

"I'll think about it..." 

"You can use Chance in the one with the blimps..." Bella nods toward Chance, who's quietly pondering the mysteries of the universe, eyes closed, portraying a very convincing statue. 

"Clockwork Vendetta?" 

"That's the one. They could use a fluffy thing like him to soften all that lion testosterone." 

"Shouldn't you be in that one? They have feline gods' temples." 

"Nah. I'll be lost amid all those claws and manes and roars. I'd rather be where I'm more visible. Shame you're not writing anything with witches. I'd totally crush it as a familiar." Bella narrows her eyes as if I am unable to get an undisguised hint. 

"But you are my familiar!" 

"Dad," Bella looks at me like I need to be petted, "being your familiar is not my day job. It's a hustle..." 

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THE TRIADS ARE COMING

What do you get when you put together fifteen guys from different universes and genres?

Lots of fun!

Spring is approaching fast, and, although there is no definitive date for BRIDEGROOM FROM HEAVEN’s relaunch— the hour is near.

I put together this little image because that’s how the guys are in my head, all together and having fun until I call them to work on their respective stories. Sometimes I don’t know what the other twelve are doing while I work with three, and I honestly hope there is no hanky-panky amongst them ‘cause they are supposed to behave.

Now, the thing is, to me they are actors playing a role, and, perhaps, when they are out of “character” they mingle deeply with the other guys. Maybe a lot of butt pinching and squeezing is happening in that picture, and we are unaware of all the mischievous fingers and hands doing only Universe knows back there.

I’m going to leave you marinating that idea until the first story (or another random blog post) comes out.

And just to add a couple of naughty ingredients to that marinade, which characters of different stories do you thing are more likely to hook up?

Cheers!

WE HAVE A WINNER!

I had the most awesome conversation with this participant after notifying him about the win. He chose to be included in the book simply as Malthus, Bosco's best friend. His story is very interesting, and it has a lot to do with situations happening in our world today, even if Clockwork Vendetta happens in an alternative universe.

So far, you know the story of our three heroes revolves around mob families keeping peace through marriage contracts, and homosexuality is not an issue (because the morals of their universe are not based on religion but on Humanism). But this Mafia surged because its members are more than humans; they are lion shifters, divided into three prides. Bosco, Heer, and Duncan are the heir apparent of each pride.

Still, it’s in our nature to fear what is different, and, often times, we destroy what we don’t comprehend. Here’s where Malthus’s character comes to challenge the status quo. He’s the first male shifter in a hundred years to change into a lioness.

This duality of genders is what makes Malthus a complicated subject for many members of Bosco’s pride. Nevertheless, his friendship with the heir apparent of the pride gives him a de facto protection that by the end of the book will become well-earned respect in all three prides.

There’s such beauty in the simplicity of Malthus’s words to Bosco: something familiar and welcoming can become destructive when damaged. His words send chills down my spine the first time I read them because I understood their power and how current they are. And I have the perfect setting to use them within the book already.

Congratulation, Malthus!!!

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CHEMISTRY

Liam Jekyll heard the ringtone of his text messages. He grunted, running the towel through his face. Malcolm Hyde had been sending silly messages since Liam arrived to the suite, namely the last two hours.

The good thing was Malcolm wasn’t driving, his chauffer was doing the deed. The bad thing was Malcolm had too much time in his hands and when bored he could be an extremely annoying pain in the ass. If Liam didn’t love him so freaking much, Malcolm would become a very beautiful, very strangled corpse.

Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance kept making the phone vibrate while Liam decided he needed a haircut. Yeah, Malcolm loved to pull his hair when they made love but it was an unnecessary commitment in a more than wonderfully committed relationship. As much as Malcolm tried to convince Liam how Hollywood stud he looked with this mat of hair, Liam didn’t have the ten assistants to take care of it.

Someone told him once, the younger the longer, but when you reach 40 you need to pay attention to things other than what kind of hair conditioner you should use to keep the locks bouncy.

Liam finally shut Gaga up, bracing himself for another chemistry joke; the screen winked at him.

The Official Unabashed Scientific Dictionary defines cation as a positively charged kitten.

Seriously? Liam debated what would be worse, to ask James, their chauffer, to run as many red lights as possible to bring Malcolm’s ass quickly or turn the phone off. Instead, he decided to counterattack, his fingers flying over the tiny keyboard.

What’s the dif between a shark and a lawyer?

Liam hit send and laughed inwardly, Malcolm hated lawyer jokes. Primordially, because Malcolm Hyde was the equivalent of the sharkiest great white --in the judicial ecosystem-- that prowled the human waters.

What Liam wasn’t expecting was an immediate call from his partner of ten years.

“I love you,” Liam chuckled as he answered before Malcolm could say a word.

“That’s not gonna save you.” Malcolm growled, but Liam recognized that sweet hint of amusement in his lover’s tone.

“I’m naked,” Liam teased.

“Fuck.” Malcolm hissed, somewhat out of words, which was very unusual. He recuperated fast anyway. “Well, suit up. I’m bringing you something, and you need to accept it while we have dinner.”

“But I’m so comfy,” Liam whispered in a husky tone. “What about room service?”

“I’m bringing a weapon, and if you accept it, I’m gonna do so many atrocities to you, that you gonna wish your fortieth birthday was every other day to keep receiving this kind of present.”

“Whoa, now I’m intrigued.” Liam whistled. “How long before you’re here?”

“The reservation is for nine o’clock sharp, I’ll be there in time.” Malcolm beamed, apparently forgetting about sharks and their land siblings, “We gonna have so much fun, baby.”

“All right, see you there then.” But it was important to pitch another pun, after how many? Yeah, a dozen silly chemistry jokes. “I just hope Homeland Security has not bugged this line. You know, weapon and atrocities during the same conversation might trigger some red flags.”

“I don’t think they have all chemistry professors’ mobiles under observation.” Malcolm hissed but chuckled at the end. “Love you, doll.” The little person dancing on his screen disappeared as the call disconnected.

Liam stood up from the bed he hadn’t realized he sat on. Towel around his waist, he opened the curtains of the suite and looked outside; it was dark already. The good thing about working on a campus less than an hour from the waterfalls of the Big Sioux River was the access to all kinds of outdoor activities while keeping housing in a little town environment. Aside from that, his campus offered a unique combination of his two passions, Chemistry and Physics, and with the kind of investigation they were currently doing, a tampered line wasn’t that much of a farfetched idea.   

Spring Break had welcomed Liam’s birthday, and now Malcolm was planning something explosive. What a sec, did Malcolm say if he accepted the present? What could he possible offer that Liam would not accept and above all in public?

A weekend forecast of sunny days in the high sixties promised a nice outdoor time. Perhaps, they would finally visit Mount Rushmore, but if everything went as Malcolm had foreseen --in his twisted imagination-- the most probable outcome of this night was a convalescence, bedridden two-day blackout. But Liam wasn’t 

complaining.

****

“Hello. There’s a reservation for Hyde at nine.” Liam smiled at the beautiful girl handling the guests of the exclusive restaurant.

“Of course, the other two gentlemen wait for you at the bar. Someone will be there as soon as your table is ready.” She smiled back, her blinding teeth distracting him for a second.

It dawned on him, she had said “the other two.” This was supposed to be an intimate dinner to start his birthday weekend. What was Malcolm plotting?

Liam spotted his lover by the bar, facing the entrance and most probably wanting to know when Liam arrived to not be surprised. Lawyers. A medium height man spoke with Malcolm animatedly, but Liam could only behold part of his profile. And for some reason it seemed uncannily familiar.

“Hey, birthday boy,” Malcolm effusively greeted him after almost a month of not seeing each other. That was the bad thing about living in separated cities.  Malcolm moved his attention back to the young man who was their third wheel for the night. “Let me introduce you to…”

“John V. Gabriel,” Liam pronounced, unnervingly shocked, staring at the handsome young man.

“Professor Jekyll!” The brown-eyed hunk uttered, offering a hesitant hand.

“It’s actually doctor,” Malcolm hissed, miffed. “Do you two know each other?”

“Darling, you know how pompous the doctor thing sounds.” Liam smiled, shaking the long-fingered hand. “This young man is only my best student.” He winked, and John changed colors.

“Well that’s an interesting twist. He came highly recommended and not precisely by his intellect.” Malcolm stood there looking from one to the other like in a tennis match.

“How so?” Liam let go of John’s hand, his eyes narrowed sizing both men.

“I’m an escort, professor.” John confirmed unabashedly. “I was a stripper for a while, but this is more profitable and less handsy.” He chortled, shrugging.

“Why?” Liam couldn’t grasp why his best student had resorted to the oldest profession when with his grades he could have mayor grants.

“I don’t want to spend the rest of my life enslaved to student loans.”

“Smart boy,” Malcolm cheered. “This is your second hit and I decided that I like you very much, even if you end up being a lousy lay.”

John laughed darkly, defiantly, “I’m anything but a lousy lay, Mr. Hyde. My credentials herald me, don’t they?”

The tension between these two was certainly sexy, but curiosity was Liam’s worst enemy. “And what was the first hit?”

John arched an eyebrow, but Malcolm produced the answer, “I swabbed Pretty Boy here, in the limo, with a HIV kit, since we don’t use condoms.” He pointed with his thumb mockingly, “And he demanded that we both went through the same procedure.”

“Seems only fair,” John commented casually, business-like actually. “Since I don’t bareback with my clients, or anyone for the matter, but your partner has all this transcendental expectations for the evening that apart from the enlargement of my compensation, well, I truly want to participate.” He finished with his big brown eyes sparkling, frankly devouring Liam.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, the whole experience still rang wrong; this was one of his students after all. “But I’m your teacher. It calls for caution.” Then Liam noticed John had a bottle of water in front of him instead of a drink. Smart boy indeed.

Malcolm interjected, “This is a completely legal transaction. We’re legally engaging his services and as you just said, he’s one of your best students, thus it could not be construed as some kind of bribe for better grades. It’s not that he’s soliciting either, he’s a legally employed companion.”

Liam rolled his eyes; he knew Malcolm was getting a hard-on right there, just using the word legal so many times. He caved in, “All right, it’s a threesome then. There, our table is ready.” He announced as a sultry middle-aged woman called their party.

“Yes,” Malcolm hissed, pulling his forearm down as if he just closed a billion dollar deal. “We have him for 24 hours so we can go dancing after we eat. T-bar is gonna be superb tonight.”

This was going to be their first threesome in many moons. Liam was still a little hesitant inside. However, John apart from being an excellent student was a stunning piece of youth. Liam couldn’t say he had not eyed the strawberry blond before, and now he understood why, seeing both men side-by-side, John was a younger, beardless version of Malcolm.

Seeing Malcolm’s excitement just enhanced the whole lust formula. Liam joked, “Pray tell, my love, how many energy drinks you drank on your way here?”

Malcolm just smiled, meticulously undressing John mentally. Like a kid who has just ripped the guts of a piñata and it’s going to keep all the candy for himself.

John was the one to give the answer, shaking his head and smiling with even, perfect white teeth. He showed four fingers.

****

After an excellent dinner, they had an even better time dancing at T-bar. They had joked about the stupidly insane coincidence not just that Liam was Jekyll and Malcolm was Hyde, but that their third party for the night name was John Gabriel.

John wickedly said that at least he had them both in front of him at the same time to be sure nobody was transforming into something else. Of course, he’d said this while sucking Liam and Malcolm’s cocks within the dark confines of their limo on their way back to the hotel, both solid pieces of meat secured in his young, playful hands.

Now Liam sat comfortably on a short, ornate settee, stroking his raging cock and enjoying the show unfolding on the immense bed of the suite.

Malcolm and John were on their knees and kissed, devouring and manhandling each other with more fury than a flaming cephalopod.

Both men together were a thing of beauty, the supreme visual aphrodisiac.

Liam had tasted both sets of lips thoroughly while at the club, when in many occasions a three-way kiss became more than an order, a suffocating need. He was away from them at the moment, just to brand his memory with their entwined sinewy forms.

John broke their demanding kissing and said something --Liam couldn’t grasp-- in Malcolm’s ear, chuckling. Malcolm chuckled in return and slid his hands down the broad expanse of John’s back, ending on round, muscled cheeks and spreading them with perverse slowness. John’s mouthwatering starfish teasingly stretched thanks to the ministrations of his blond lover, and a husky moan escaped from their escort.

A finger found its way into Malcolm’s mouth, and --eagerly lubricated-- John used the finger to probe himself, using Malcolm’s mouth again, but this time to muffle his appreciative moans.

It was time for Liam to join them. In less than the four seconds Liam took to reach the bed, three of John’s digits already worked like a well-oiled piston to prepare the sweet starfish for Liam’s assault.

Of all the wrong things you could have tattooed on your left ass cheek, John had the worst. Tweety Bird shushed Liam with a finger over his orange little beak, while winking as if to keep a secret the naughty things that were about happen to those pretty, creamy buns.

Those big paws of Malcolm moved John’s meaty cheeks farther apart, and when John vacated the sweet orifice to support his bent body onto Malcolm’s shoulders and greedy mouth, the gaping hole was not just an invitation but also a whispered plea for invasion. And Liam licked the pouted entrance, yanking an encouraging grunt from John.

“Make him fuck me,” John begged into Malcolm’s ear, his lovely tenor an octave huskier, clinging for dear life on the square shoulders.

“Baby, be a good birthday boy and take him.” A mischievous tone colored Malcolm’s words.

Liam’s tongue glided over the conquered entrance. John pushed back, wanting more, and pulled Liam by the back of his head farther in, trying desperately to impale himself on Liam’s face and repeating like a mantra, “Oh fuck, Oh prof.”

“Slow down, sweetie, I need to breathe. I’ll get there.” Liam chuckled, “I like to savor my morsels.” And he went to slurp more on the needy starfish.

Presenting his leaking head to the tight gape, Liam teasingly rubbed it, enjoying how goose bumps covered the porcelain cheeks.  He spanked it playfully, the pink echo of his palm brightened until it became a scarlet print. He bent to kiss his mark, and Tweety seemed to give him applauses for his kindness.

“Malcolm, if he doesn’t fuck me this second, I’m going to rape him,” John hissed in a tone that was at once plea, chuckle and threat.

His lover of ten years gave Liam a nod; a sweet smile adorned his face, making his honey-colored eyes tinkle with mischief. It was time to be inside his birthday present. Liam inched his way into the sweet channel, and he felt the tremor of John’s body thanks to his grip on the narrow hips.

John was engulfed in the demanding kiss and the relentless pounding, and their young escort appeared to be in ecstasy undulating to and fro between the two massive walls. Now and then John turned his head so he was able to kiss Liam, while Malcolm ravished his nipples taking advantage of the quick recess in their endless tongue-fencing match.

Liam nipples were hard against John’s back, as he gave to his B-day gift shallow stabs, and Malcolm possessively kneaded Liam’s ass cheeks almost crushing the young man between them in his enthusiasm. Malcolm whispered into Liam’s ear. “It’s my turn.”

“Yes,” John hissed, calculating it was time for Malcolm to fuck him. What he didn’t know was that the big white shark was a supreme bottom. His perplexity was evident when he saw Malcolm rest on his back and spread his legs to take Liam, “I thought...”

“Put your cock in his mouth, John.” Liam ordered softly, nodding toward Malcolm’s smug face.

The beautiful cock, long and thick, disappeared from sight in a nicely calculated gulp. It’s been years since the last time they’d had a threesome, but Liam knew how turned on Malcolm must be at the moment. It was natural for Liam to work a dildo up his lover hole while the other man devoured his cock eagerly.

Their love was beyond questioning. Together through seriously rough times, his faith in his lover --his husband in his heart-- was unshakable. Although, there was something unfathomably perfect in the way John Gabriel fitted between their bodies. As if adding this new third element would make even more resistant the most inspired alloy.

Liam had noticed it in the way John melted in their touch, in the way Liam's hands fitted on both the other's waists in unison, as if they had been meant to be there since the beginning of time. In the way their mouths had matched flawlessly in their three-way kissing. How could he deny their solid two was rapidly becoming a gorgeous three?

In synchrony, Liam and John thrust into Malcolm’s welcoming extremes. John also stroked Malcolm’s raging cock, furtively licking his palm and fingers and rolling his eyes as he enjoyed that spicy flavor Liam knew so well.

Malcolm oozed like the proverbial broken faucet, and   John started to use the tasty fluids to lubricate his own needing hole. With one look, Liam understood what he was planning and chuckled, not skipping a beat of his pounding.

There was a slight disturbance in the force as John took his cock out of Malcolm’s mouth and shifted his body to straddle him. The look on Malcolm’s face was one of puzzlement, shock and sudden interest thrown haphazardly in a merry mix.

Yeah, their handsome escort was the final piece to elevate their flawless composition.

Liam angled Malcolm’s legs to allow John an easier self-impalement, which he did with a huffed moan. Liam locked eyes with Malcolm, and the smile and the bliss and the gratefulness in those honeyed eyes undid him. Liam interlaced his fingers with Malcolm, and he saw Malcolm do the same with John.

And so it began, as the wheels of an unrestrained train on a blind march to powerful orgasm, moans and grunts the ancient whistle, the steam condensing into sweat the proof of their determination to arrive to that delightful destination.

The explosion came with Liam thrusting into both, his cock inside Malcolm and his middle finger along with Malcolm’s cock inside John. His finger witnessed the flood inside their escort and the excruciating clenching of John’s completion. If he wasn’t in paradise, he didn’t know where he was.

When their breathing gracefully decided to return, and they were able to untangle their sweaty bodies, John padded to the bathroom, bringing wet towels. He devotedly cleaned them, and they returned the ministrations giving butterfly pecks on each cleaned area. John squirmed, delighted, and --more than once-- moaned unabashedly.

Later on, Liam and Malcolm rested on their backs closely together. John had somehow wormed his way --stomach down-- between them, his face resting on his clasped hands and looking at both men with undisguised adoration.

Malcolm caressing John’s shoulder spoke first after a prolonged but pleasant silence. “Liam said at the restaurant John V. Gabriel. What’s the V for?”

“Valentino,” John uttered, shifting to kiss Malcolm’s nipple. “Thank you.”

“And why would that be?” Malcolm had that furrowed brow that meant he was somewhat confused. Maybe he was going to comment something about the name Valentino but the “Thank you” had stopped him.

“I always though Professor Jekyll was dreamy --John chuckled-- and imagined all these wild scenarios, but you two together was absolutely insane. I should be the one paying you two.”

“We don’t do refunds,” Malcolm looked at Liam, and Liam nodded silently in return. They didn’t need words to understand each other. “But if you feel obliged, we will be happy to have you around --consistently.”

“Really?” John upended his torso, moving his head like an excited puppy to look at Liam and Malcolm with undisguised enthusiasm.

“It’d be even better if we’re your only clients.” Liam stressed, nodding solemnly.

“We will figure out a way to finish your contract with the escort firm,” Malcolm murmured, the shark swimming predatorily. “So you can be exclusively ours.”

“You mean that?” John was shaking, apparently out of pure delight.

“Yeah, but not as a toy but an equal. You cool with that?” Liam chuckled; he had been around his students for too long indeed.

“Of course,” John beamed. “If I didn’t believe in Chemistry, I’d say this was sweet Alchemy.”

Liam laughed openly this time, “We’re scientists, baby. This is pure, unadulterated and Splenda-based Chemistry.”

“The perfect cation,” Malcolm chuckled.

Liam rolled his eyes --remembering one of the silly texts from that afternoon-- and pulled both men closer for an explosive three-way kiss.

Best birthday ever.