"Home is where you hang your head."
"The bath is ready," Kottr's voice said worriedly from the stairs.
"Good. She is delirious."
"Come, brother. Let us warm her."
"Brother?" I blinked up in surprise at Fress. "Got the whole 'you two are a couple' vibe from you. I didn't know you were brothers."
"Brothers in duty and form. We are not related. He uses brother as a term of endearment."
"So. You are?"
"What?"
"A couple?" He jostled me, stepping up the stairs and heading for our floor.
"You mean together? In a loving relationship?"
"Or a lusty one. Just curious."
"Yes."
"Oh. Called it!" I raised my hand in triumph. "Roki owes me twenty bucks."
"For?"
"We had a bet that you were gay. He swore up and down that the two of you were checking out my ass."
"We were. Your tails, more specifically."
"They weren't out at the club!"
We made it to the top of the landing, and Kottr held the door open for us. "No, but they are still visible to those who know how to look."
"You can see my tails?"
"Ja."
I blushed. My tails weren't something I normally let people see on purpose. I even had trouble letting Roki groom them. Now Fress was telling me he couldn’t not see them. It felt like accidentally flashing someone a titty. "Well, don't stare at them."
"I shall not." He scrunched his face and smiled at me. It was the most un-catlike gesture I'd ever seen from him.
Kottr held the door to their room open, and Fress maneuvered me through and into their room. A room that looked nothing like the typical dorm rooms at Aesir Academy…
They had one queen-sized canopy bed, a single dresser, and a larger desk than the single ones in our room. The solitary versions of furniture left most of the room open, even with the queen bed. That space was currently occupied by a copper tub filled with steaming water. I practically groaned when I saw it.
"How?"
"Magic," Fress answered with a little chuckle, setting me on my feet. He pulled my blazer off, tossed it on the bed, and immediately got to work on my buttons. I slapped his hand.
"I am perfectly capable of taking off my own damn clothes. Just as you are perfectly capable of turning around. I don't care if you are gay."
He chuckled softly and did as I asked. I was sliding my panties down when I noticed Kottr standing by the door, watching me intently.
"Uh…"
"My apologies," he said and turned. "I assumed you were talking to Fress."
"Uh huh." I finished undressing and stepped over the side of the copper tub and winced as the overly warm water lapped at my toes. "Hot, hot, hot."
"You like it?"
"I like it. Hot, hot, hot," I sang as I plunged my leg up to my knee. The other followed, and I had to dip my ass in the water four times until I could finally submerge myself up to my neck. The only problem was the water was crystal clear and wasn't going to hide a damn thing. "Fuck it."
"Are you in?"
"Yes."
Fress turned around, and Kottr perched on the end of the bed as warmth finally crept its way into my frozen bones. "Better?"
"You have no idea," I said happily. "So, you just keep a tub in your bedroom? This isn't something you just magicked up for my benefit?"
"We are…very clean conscious. Showers do not substitute for a good soak in a tub."
"You're sure you two aren't Japanese?"
"Quite." Kottr answered, sounding almost miffed.
Fress was rummaging around behind me, and I didn't think anything of it until a bowl dipped into the water in front of me. "Lean forward for a moment."
"Uh…why?"
"Do you not wish for your hair to be washed?"
Okay, in my defense, the entire situation, while surreal, didn't have a single solitary sexual feeling to it whatsoever. So, I found myself leaning forward in the tub and hugging my knees before I knew it. There were few things I loved in the world half as much as someone washing my hair. When he gently poured the water over my hair, I practically cooed.
"You have beautiful hair."
"Thanks, Fressy."
"Fressy?"
"Yerp." I immediately regretted my regression to ermagerdian. He probably wasn't ready for that level of Kaede. Luckily, he ignored it.
"Fressy," Kottr said and chuckled throatily.
"You may shush. Why don't you get our guest some tea?"
He nodded, got up, and surprisingly left the room. "Is he going to go all the way to the dining hall for some tea?"
Fress leaned over putting his lips next to my ear. "Mostly to smoke his cigarettes. I hate them and won't allow him to smoke in our room, so I send him on little errands."
I nodded appreciatively. "That's kind of brilliant. I should try that with Hiroki."
"Your friend smokes?"
"No, but he likes to complain about my life choices. Little hard to do if he's fetching me ice cream."
"Are you two mated?"
"We mate, but not like you mean. He's one of my boyfriends and we bork."
"Bork?"
"Bang, shimmy, shine. Polish, boink, bow chicky wow-wow."
"Make love?"
"Every time."
"You love him."
"With everything I am."
"Does that leave room for the others?"
"I gotta lotta love to give."
He had started massaging the clove-smelling shampoo into my hair, and I leaned back, letting my wet hair hang over the side of the tub and enjoying the feeling of my brain melting.
"Do they get jealous?"
"My boys? Hell no. They don't have a jealous bone in their body."
There was a loud crash as the door to the bedroom was kicked open. The wood splintered into the bedroom, and the boys in question poured into the room like a SWAT team after a fresh box of Krispy Kremes.
One of the twins launched himself, transformed, and landed atop Fress, clamping his neck tightly in his jaws. Roki had his sword drawn, but let go of it as he stared at me sitting naked in a tub full of sudsy water. It disappeared before it hit the ground. David just stood by the door, hands over his mouth in shock as the other twin frantically looked around the room for Kottr.
I looked over my shoulder at Fress as he stared at me, practically begging me to get the giant hellhound off his neck. "Well, maybe sometimes," I said apologetically and shrugged. "Romy, you wanna let go of my friend?"
He let go of him with a slight ptui noise and a thud as Fress' head hit the floor with a wet sound I hoped wasn't doggy drool.
A tea set made another loud crash as Kottr walked into the room and surveyed the damage. "What happened?" His voice rumbled in shock, not anger.
"Welcome back, Kottr." I stared at him as I realized what I said, remembering the reruns of the Seventies sitcom Roki had forced me to watch when he realized John Travolta was in it, and I burst out laughing. Water splashed on the floor as I slapped my knee. "Welcome back, Mista Kotta!"
Chapter 11
Prostrated on the floor, forehead pressed to his fingertips, Roki was begging for my forgiveness. "Kaede-sama, I am truly sorry."
"For?"
"Rushing to conclusions."
"And?"
He sighed and lifted his head from the floor, giving me a truly pathetic look. "And for not believing you when you said that nothing happened between you and the Icelanders. Even though you were naked in a tub of water, and he was massaging you.”
"Shampooing."
"Hai. That."
Sighing, I motioned for him to get up. I was all for teasing Roki, but when he prostrated himself like that, it made me feel a little uncomfortable. I couldn't have blamed him for jumping to conclusions, either. If he had been in the tub with Fress shampooing his hair, I would have grabbed a camera and stayed to watch the show. And then I would have smacked the crap out of him f
or cheating on me. Us. I meant us. "I forgive you."
He rolled his eyes as he stood. Hiroki was learning. "Why did you run off?"
His question brought a brief but fierce snarl to my lips. "Ask Romeo."
"Rome-sama?"
"Rome-baka." I changed the honorific to idiot. It fit him a little more.
"Did he hurt you?"
"No. He made a fool out of me." I dropped my ass on Roki's bed and pouted.
"He assisted your natural ability, or was solely responsible?" Roki snickered at his joke.
"This was all on him. I are innocents."
Roki cocked an eyebrow, doubt still evident on his face. "What did he do?"
"He was sweet, attentive, caring…almost the perfect date. I was having a great time!"
"That bastard. Should I implement plan 18-A?"
"That's the one with the tarantulas?"
"No. That is 18-C. A involves peppering his underpants with Lyme infested ticks."
"Ouch. Go with the tarantulas."
"Because he was the ideal date? Maybe I should just take his head."
"Roki…he told me he was Remy."
Understanding finally brightened his features. "Oh."
He sat down on the bed next to me, and I leaned against him, putting my head on his shoulder. "Why? For weeks he's insisted that he gets upset when I mistake him for his brother, and now, he wants to pretend to be him? I don't get it."
Roki sighed, and my head bobbed against his shoulder. "I am sorry, Kaede-sama."
"You apologize enough for yourself. Don't apologize for the stupidity of others."
"You misunderstand. I am not apologizing for his actions. I'm apologizing for interrupting your date."
"What? Why?"
"Because you were enjoying yourself, and we did not see how it would end."
"With my foot impacting his testicles with enough force to permanently change the timbre of his voice by at least three octaves?"
"No. For him to tell you the truth."
"You think he would have?"
"I have little doubt."
"Before or after we had sex?"
He turned and put me at arm's length, holding my shoulders gently. "If you have such little faith in Rome, perhaps you should not date him again in the future."
Shaking my head, I held up my hands. "No. I don't think he would have."
"Neither do I. He knows what would have happened to his reproductive organs if he had."
"My foot?"
Roki shook his head. "My sword."
"Big head or little head?"
"Most likely both."
I couldn't stand it anymore. I got all frisky and wet when he got all growly and protective like that. It was one of the reasons I fell in love with him so, so long ago. He let go of my shoulders as I pushed forward and wrapped my arms around him, falling over him and snuggling into his side. He lifted his head from the bed, and I met his lips with mine. His tongue had just slipped against mine when a knock at the door interrupted us.
"Really?" I looked over at the door and debated ignoring whoever it was. Unfortunately, all my boyfriends were of the canine variety and could probably hear me breathing from twenty feet away, even through the door. "Coming," I said testily.
"Want me to answer it?" Roki was sitting up, but I shook his head as I crawled off him, giving his Roki-bits a gentle squeeze as I did.
"No. It might be Rome. His balls have a date with my toes." Practically stomping to the door, I flung it open to a very contrite looking David standing there. "’Snot Rome. It's a David," I said to Roki and stepped aside, letting David in.
He didn't walk past me, stopping just inside the door and closing it behind him and pulling me into his arms. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Just came from across the hall. Rome told Remy and I what he did."
Pulling back, I held up my hand in front of David's face. "I don't want to hear whatever excuse he gave you. If he wants to apologize, he's going to be sucking my butt for the next decade."
"You mean kissing?"
"This is beyond kissing. He can French kiss my ass for forgiveness."
David stared at me. "You want him to use tongue…"
And then I realized what I'd said and turned crimson. My head probably could have guided Santa's sleigh one foggy Christmas Eve. "That is not what I meant!"
Roki's snickers echoed from the other room.
"I meant this goes beyond kissing my ass… He fucked up royally, and it will be a hot day in Valhalla before I forgive his lying, deceitful ass."
"Okay, then. I won't get involved."
I lifted myself up on my tiptoes and brushed my lips against his. "Smart boy."
Grabbing his hand, I pulled him the rest of the way into our room and motioned to my bed. "Have a seat."
"You guys want to go watch a movie or something? It's too early to call it a night."
"I wish we had some cards or something." I sat back down next to Roki and crisscrossed my legs. "Don't really feel like being around a bunch of people."
Roki slid his hand up my back and comfortingly rubbed the spot between my shoulder blades.
"That feels good." I smiled over at him and then turned my head toward David. He was sitting on the bed, feet on the floor, and leaning back, his hands supporting him. His eyes were focused two feet below my eyes.
When I'd sat down on the bed in my skirt and crisscrossed my legs, I'd inadvertently exposed my panties to him. He was in seventh heaven, practically drooling over the white cotton. His favorite. Roki gave me a quizzical look as I leaned back on one of my elbows and straightened one leg. I just gave him a casual wink and let my eyes flick in David's direction. He glanced at David and gave a small smirk.
"So, what happened after I stormed out of the restaurant?" I figured small talk would be a good way to let David enjoy his show. Me, being the little tease that I am, reached down and absentmindedly scratched my thigh, hiking up my skirt without looking. Not over my underwear, but high enough to give David something to really look at. I swear I heard him moan a little.
"We chased after you," Roki said.
"And then what?"
"Followed you to the newcomers' room."
"What did you do after that?" I gave him a dirty look. I probably should have picked someone better to engage in small talk with. Like a mime.
"I felt my heart cleft in twain at the sight of you, as bare as the day you were born, in a tub in the room of two men. One of whom, I might add, had difficulty keeping his hands from your flesh as the other waited on you."
Okay. Let's not overdo it. "Thankfully, they got me in that tub to warm me up."
"Hai."
I lifted my leg and put my foot on the bed, bending my knee and shifting my leg from side to side. His view had to have been perfect, and the movement of my leg was spreading my lips beneath the soft fabric. I could feel the moisture practically dripping from me at the thought of David drooling from his seat across from me. Unable to stand it anymore, I looked up at him.
As I suspected, his mouth was open, and his eyes were glued to me. He had even unconsciously leaned forward to get a better view, and if I wasn't mistaken, there was a slight throbbing movement in his pants.
"Whatcha looking at David?"
He finally tore his eyes away and looked up at me hopelessly. "Uhhh."
So articulate. "Are you looking at my panties, David?"
He nodded slightly, color brightening his cheeks. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I don't mind if it's you…" I made my voice as meek as possible, lowering my eyes, and blinking at him. "Do you like looking there?"
"You know I do." He blew out the breath of air he'd been holding.
"What if I were to do this?" I slipped my finger behind the front of my panties and squeezing the fabric together, exposing a bit of my hair and the sides of my pussy to him, but hiding my sopping wetness.
His eyes bulged in his head, and he started breathing a
little heavier. "Yes."
"Yes? Yes, you want me to cover back up, or yes, you like it?"
"Like."
He was starting to sound like Roki. I looked over at him and he was staring just as hard as David, but his view wasn't nearly as good. "What about you, Roki? Do you want to go sit by David? You'll have a better view."
He didn't need to be asked twice. Getting up, he crossed the space between our bed with one long step, turned, and plopped down next to David. I reached up to the head of the bed, grabbed a couple of pillows, and tucked them beneath my head. I lay back but could still see the two of them. Putting my other foot down on the bed, I spread my legs and lifted my skirt up over my stomach, all pretenses of innocence chucked out the window like a bag of weed with the cops knocking on the door.
Gripping my panties in my fingers, I pulled it tight into my valley, my lips engulfing the gusset, and my clit making a hard lump against the white fabric. Reaching down with my other hand, I slipped my index finger into my almost exposed wetness and then rubbed it in little circles over my clit as they watched.
"Oooh. That feels good," I said almost shrilly, not lying as pleasure swept through me.
"She smells amazing."
"Hai."
They both looked at each other and smiled before turning back. I needed more. Pulling my panties to the side, I slipped a finger inside me, bucking my hips and then letting the finger glide back out, spreading my wetness all over my clit as my motions became a little faster. Almost frantic.
"Touch yourselves," I said almost breathlessly, wanting to see them do just that.
David didn't hesitate, standing and pushing his pants and underwear, if he was wearing any, down to his knees and sitting back down. Leaning back on one hand, he began stroking his cock with the other.
Poor Roki didn't know where to look. Finally, he stood and did the same, eyes settling back down on my spread pussy. I felt like I won a small victory.
"Oooooh, " I cooed and added another finger, letting my clit dance between them.
"Take your panties off, Kaede-sama."
"No. Leave them on, please," David practically begged.
I compromised and slid them down just a bit, letting them drape over me loosely as I let my fingers slip back inside me.
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