Braided

by Michael, Sean

  "M...mal only th...threatens to b...beat him twice a w...week."

  "Three times. Remember when Peep flooded the training salle?"

  "O...or l...lost M...mal's whip?"

  "Or let a gramilian wildcat lose in the pool area?"

  Bowie laughed, tickled. "You boys are pulling my leg."

  They shook their heads together, Paul grabbing Peter's arm and showing a faint white scar. "Wildcat."

  "My goodness." He chuckled, bringing Peter's arm up and kissing the scar. It was always the little quiet ones.

  His boys leaned towards him, sharing a kiss, tongues pressing into his mouth. Moaning, he slid his hands behind their heads, holding them in place as he let them in. Peace and laughter and relief turned to passion in a heartbeat, two bodies pressing against him, against each other. He purred into their mouths as the kiss went on and on.

  Paul moaned, rocking against him, hard and hot. Groaning, he pushed Paul onto his back and started to go down, tasting his pretty Pet's skin on his way to the unpierced cock. He wanted to taste, to remember how Paul tasted different from Peter. Paul writhed, Peter taking long, slow kisses that made Paul cry out, shiver. He licked each nipple, rediscovering what it was like to play with the small bits of flesh without silver pierced through them. He tugged on them with his lips and bit them with his teeth, soothing the hurts with his tongue.

  Opening for him, Paul's body responded to the bites, low, needy cries beginning to sound. He slid between Paul's legs, nibbling his way down along the too thin belly, biting each prominent hipbone, chin bumping the heat of Paul's cock. He could smell Paul's need, mingling with Peter's, with him, setting things to right.

  He pulled Peter in close so their cocks were together and licked the tip of Peter's with its warm metal ring and then Paul's, the taste pure. His Pets groaned in harmony, two sweet cocks jerking for him, hands reaching down to touch him. He moaned, rubbing his cheeks against the heat of them before reaching up to fondle the two ballsacs, one finger reaching back to tease Paul's guiche piercing.

  Bowie took in first one cock and then the other, sucking the heads in and squeezing as he came off. Panting and rubbing, his twins held nothing back from him, just calling out for him, wanting him. One after the other he sucked their pricks, again and again until he was dizzy from it.

  Paul sat up, pulling away to turn and push that mouth along his belly, pierced tongue sliding along his cock. "Bowie. Bowie, please."

  Purring, he helped Peter shift as well, so they were all sucking. He sank down over Peter's cock, sucking hard. They moved frantically, hips and asses and lips and they were all about need and hunger and heat. Together.

  He tugged on Paul's rings, his own cock throbbing in Paul's mouth every time Peter's throbbed in his own. It was hot and necessary and wasn't going to last very long at all.

  They came tumbling after each other, heat and come and need and passion filling their room. His own cry was muffled by Peter's prick, his pretty Pets' cries also almost silent, yet he heard them in his bones, in his blood.

  His Pets cuddled close, humming and petting and stroking and holding him. Yes, this was what they'd been missing, what they'd needed, to reconnect on the basest of levels. They couldn't hide in this, couldn't pretend that any one of them was less necessary than another. One kiss became three became ten became twenty, Peter pulling the covers over them, cocooning them together.

  He thought maybe he should call Kes and tell him they all needed a week rather than a couple of days. Let the sweet fluttery bird deal with Mal.

  He had his boys and he wasn't planning to let go anytime soon.

  ***

  He went back to sleep and then back to sleep again, getting up once to piss and brush his teeth and then curl back in with Peter and Bowie.

  He'd never been so cold, so lonely, so scared. He'd done some ink, some dancing, some begging. Sucked a few guys off when he was really hungry. Let a mean bastard beat the shit out of him for twenty half creds.

  Paul was never leaving home again. Ever.

  Ever.

  He woke up again to Bowie covering his face with kisses, one of those solid hands sliding down his side.

  "Bowie..." He pressed closer, drinking in heat and strength.

  "Mmmm, you remember," murmured Bowie, tongue sliding across his lips.

  "Never forgot. Not even once." He opened easily, moaning into Bowie's lips.

  "Neither did we." Bowie's tongue swept into his mouth, taking him, owning him.

  Oh. Oh, yes. Yours. Please. Bowie. He arched, letting Bowie push the pain and cold out of him.

  Bowie rolled them across the bed, winding up on top of him, weight heavy and good, the kiss going on and on. His fingers tangled in Bowie's hair, holding him tight, holding them together.

  "Need you," growled Bowie, cock hard and hot against his skin.

  "Yours. Bowie, please. Make me yours."

  "You are mine." Bowie's hands slid down to his ass, spreading him wide as Bowie's thick cock nudged at him, spreading hot drops against him.

  He nodded, breath coming faster, aching. "Don't let me go. Need you. Need you both."

  "Mine." Bowie's word was little more than a growl and that thick prick pushed into him, claimed him.

  He nodded frantically, sobbing as Bowie spread him, the burn exactly what he needed to wipe the last couple months away. Bowie pressed and pressed until he was filled completely, Bowie sealed tight against him.

  "Full. Full of you. Feel you everywhere." He twisted, hands gripping Bowie's shoulders.

  "Yes." Bowie growled, the sound low, vibrating against him. Then Bowie started moving, pushing into him over and over, cock sliding against his gland with every push.

  Paul cried out, world spinning and tilting and dipping as pleasure filled him, the scent of Bowie's skin heady. Bowie rolled him up onto his shoulders, slamming into him, taking him hard. He gasped, eyes wide and watching, entire focus on his body, his pleasure.

  Bowie's eyes held his, green and wild, demanding everything from him. He nodded, not hiding, not protecting himself, too tired and needy and in love for that. "Love you. Bowie."

  "Yes, Pet. Yes. Love you, Paul." Bowie's hand wrapped around his cock, pulling hard. "Come for me, Paul. Show me."

  "Bowie!" He screamed, head snapping back as his shot, heat splashing on his own skin.

  "Yes!" Bowie shouted, slammed into him one more time and filled him deep with hot come.

  Paul took a deep breath, trying to quiet his pounding heart, trying to find his center. Bowie pulled out and slowly let him down, pulling him in and curling around him. Those big hands slid over his back, traced his spine.

  The tears started flowing and he gave them to Bowie, gave everything he'd been fighting and fearing for months. Years. Bowie just held him, hands moving over him.

  By the time the tears faded, he felt empty, quiet, still. "I love you. Let me stay home. I want to be a family."

  "We are a family, Paul. You just need to believe it." Bowie held him tight, almost too tight. "Just try to leave again."

  "Tell me you won't let me." He buried his face in Bowie's neck.

  "I won't let you," growled Bowie. "I won't let you do that to me. To Peter. To you."

  "I won't go. I won't. I... I was so scared, so hungry. It wasn't right, Bowie." None of it.

  "No it wasn't." Bowie growled, hands petting. "I'm sorry."

  "I am, too. I thought you and Peter would be happier. Thought I could get into trouble and play and it didn't work."

  "It's no fun getting into trouble if there's no one to reel you in."

  He nodded. "It's no fun doing anything when nobody cares about you, when you don't get to love anybody."

  Bowie kept petting him, keeping him close, warm. "You don't leave again. You get to love me and Peter until the end of time, Paul."

  "I will. I promise. Next time I get hurt, I won't go." Even if he wanted to.

  "And I will listen better, hmm? I see you, never doubt that. But
I will try to hear you as well."

  He stroked Bowie's hair. "Thank you. I love you. It scares me, how important you are to me, to us."

  "I know. It scares me, too, Paul. It is always scary to put your heart on the line."

  Yeah. Yeah, it was. "Still, we're a family now. So, not so scary."

  "I'll put a rush on those collars."

  He chuckled, holding on tight. "Where's Peter?" He blushed dark. "I should have asked sooner."

  "Working. Mal's a bit... tetchy."

  He winced and looked down, ashamed. "Yeah. I'll go apologize and offer to be the newbies' whipping boy for a few weeks on the main floor."

  Bowie growled. "You'll apologize, you'll beg for your job back, but nobody touches you but me and Peter."

  Paul blinked, eyes meeting Bowie's, cock jerking a little. "Oh. Oh, okay. Nobody?"

  "Not without my permission." Bowie's smile was fierce. "I can't imagine any situation where I'd give it."

  He nodded, fingers tracing Bowie's lips. "Good. I never want to wear another man's marks again."

  Bowie's fingers found a fading bruise, a rumble building. "You won't."

  He pressed into Bowie's touch, imagining that Bowie's fingers erased the stranger's touch. "Thank you."

  "You're welcome." Bowie grinned and winked at him, nipped at his nose. "Come on, Paul. Let's go bring Peter lunch."

  Paul nodded, stomach growling. "Yeah. Yeah, I bet he's hungry."

  Bowie chuckled. "I am, too. We'll find some meat for us and bring him an apple."

  Bowie got out of bed, smile playing around his lips. "Maybe we can find him some cream, too."

  He nodded, heading into the bathroom to make up his face. Home. He was home. And he was never leaving again.

  Chapter Nine

  Paul had apologized to both Mal and Hercules, and Kestrel had done his magic and they had a week off. Together. To play and heal and find their centers again.

  Peter couldn't decide whether he felt sorry for Paul or not. Somehow he imagined that once Bowie stopped being scared, Paul's ass was in real trouble.

  He wandered out of the bathroom, dressed in loose pants, watching Paul look into the mirror, hands moving over the black stubble that was growing in.

  "It's ugly."

  Peter shrugged. "It w...w...will g...grow."

  Paul nodded. "Should I shave it again?"

  "L...l...let Bowie decide."

  Their eyes met, then Paul moved across the room, snuggling against him.

  "Well, that's a picture." Bowie came in from the bedroom, dressed simply in a long shirt that was almost a dress. "How long can I expect this peace to last?" Bowie winked at them, coming to wrap his arms around them, giving first Paul and then him a kiss to the forehead.

  "Twenty seconds at least." Paul winked back, smiling over at Bowie.

  "Ah, bliss."

  They each got another kiss and then Bowie stepped back, head tilted to one side as he regarded them. "I think this brotherly love and peace deserves a reward -- some positive reinforcement."

  They tilted their heads, looking over at Bowie. Paul grinned. "Reinforcement?"

  Bowie nodded, a slow smile growing. "You know -- I paddle your ass when you're bad, I tie you up and fuck you when you're good -- positive reinforcement."

  "Oh. That sounds... positive, yeah, Petey?"

  He nodded, grinning, hand on Paul's waist. Very positive.

  Bowie purred. "Excellent. I want you both to go find a plug for each other -- no consultation, get the one you think your brother will like the best. I'll get my leather bindings."

  He pinked, but nodded, both he and Paul moving down the hall, Paul goosing him and making him squeak and laugh.

  "Focus, boys." The rebuke was gentle, Bowie's voice full of good humor.

  They smiled at each other, fingers twining together and squeezing. So good, to be together, to be here with Bowie and okay.

  He found a plug for Paul that started little, but had a control that made it grow, made it heat up, made it vibrate. He didn't see what Paul chose, he was so busy hiding it. Damn.

  "The playroom is in shambles," Bowie told them as they came back in. "Let's do this in the bedroom."

  Paul grinned over at Bowie, eyes dancing. "I didn't do it."

  Bowie chuckled and winked. "No, you haven't been home long enough. The workers were in to work on it just before you left, they tore it down to bare walls, but my intention had been to have the three of us design it together..."

  Paul nodded, face going somber. "And now? Do I still get to help?"

  "Well, I didn't go forward with it once you left. I couldn't." For a moment the pain of Paul's disappearance was etched on Bowie's face before their lover winked and smiled. "I'm sure you'll earn it."

  Paul nodded, pushing into Bowie's arms for a hug. The solid arms wrapped around Paul, holding him close. One of Bowie's hands slid over Paul's head in a gentle caress.

  Then Paul was released. "Come on, boys. It's playtime."

  Paul nodded and it felt so good. So good to see Paul strong enough to...

  To...

  Peter stopped, thinking about it for a second. Strong enough to be weak? That didn't make a bit of sense. But that's what it felt like, what it looked like.

  "First things first. Stripping." Bowie pulled his shirt over his head, winked at them and tossed it in a corner. Their lover was already more than half hard, obviously eager for them.

  He giggled, shimmying out of his pants as Paul pulled off sweater and pants, neither of them playing, just as eager as Bowie to begin.

  "Second things second," murmured Bowie, climbing onto the bed on his knees. "Kissing. Lots of it."

  Paul took Bowie's left; he took the right, both kissing shoulders and neck and jaw and cheek.

  Bowie purred for them, the sound happy and good, right. "Lips, my Pretties. I want to kiss, too."

  They moved together and it was so sweet. So good. So sexy to taste Bowie and Paul together. They kissed until they were all breathing heavily, bodies starting to rub together.

  "Third things third," whispered Bowie. "I stretch you both. Get you ready for your plugs."

  His moan sounded a breath before Paul's; Paul's body shuddered before his did.

  Bowie groaned. "Hands and knees, Pretties. Side by side."

  They moved together on the bed, snuggling together, sharing long, lazy kisses.

  Paul gasped into his mouth about the same time Bowie's finger slid into his body and he looked back to see Bowie preparing them both, eyes intent.

  "Oh..." He looked back at Paul, who was moaning, lips parted. Beautiful.

  "My lovely, lovely Pets," murmured Bowie, one finger becoming two, stretching him.

  He leaned, moaning as Paul's tongue touched his, the dark eyes huge and needy without the screamingly bright hair to distract from them. A kiss landed on the small of his back, Bowie licking as a third finger pushed into him. He shifted, thighs parting as his breath grew deeper, the stretch a dull, rich burn in his belly.

  Bowie fucked them with his fingers and then slid in a fourth for just a moment before pulling away. "All right. Let's see what you chose for each other." Bowie's voice was thick, husky.

  Bowie chuckled softly, a cool, heavy plug sliding off his hip. Paul smiled at him. "It's the heavy one, the big one. I remember how you looked, spread wide on Bowie’s hand. You loved it, Petey."

  He shivered, gasping, lapping Paul's lips.

  "You looked amazing," Bowie agreed. "You're going to look amazing now."

  "I... I... Yes." He cried out, thighs parting further, Paul's eyes burning for him.

  Bowie placed another kiss on the small of his back and then the cool, slick tip of the plug nudged his hole. He shook, groaning as the hard plug spread him, so heavy, so huge. Paul's fingers twined with his, holding on tight.

  Bowie moaned as the plug slid in. "Perfect."

  He shook, gasping. "H...heavy. I...I can f...feel it. S...so heavy."

  Bowie's finger
s slid over his skin, gentling him. "Easy, Peter. You were made for this."

  Paul nuzzled him and that touch combined with Bowie's eased him, relaxed him, heated him and left him needing.

  Bowie moaned again. "Yes, Pretty, yes. Now show us what you've brought for Paul."

  He handed over the plug and controller. "Y...you can t...tease h...him."