"I'm not feeling very melty tonight. I feel very... cool."
"Then I'll work on you until you are. I want the two of you on the same page before we leave this room."
"I...I...I...I...I..." He couldn't find the words, couldn't stop.
Paul shook his head, hand stopping the stutter. "I know. It's okay. Stop saying you're sorry."
"Are you still mad, Peter?"
He shook his head. Then nodded. Then shook his head again. "H...hurt."
"Because Paul left?" Bowie asked.
He nodded. "B...because he w...was in tr...tr...trouble and didn't c...come home. H...he m...missed our b...birthday!"
"I missed your birthday, too -- you never said anything, Peter. Do you usually do special things?"
His eyes filled with tears and he nodded. Paul had given him the best birthdays ever. "I...I... W...when it w...was so b...bad. B...before h...he saved me. I...I...I didn't h...have them. H...h...h...h...h...he saved birthdays."
"Oh..." Bowie sat down, tugged Paul down as well. "You should have said something, Peter."
"W...we w...were busy." Worried. Scared. Looking. Broken.
"I meant before now, after Paul came back. You can't let stuff like this fester, Peter. Look at the mess it makes."
He looked at Paul, nodding, so sorry. "Missed y...you. S...s...so bad."
Paul sighed. "I know. Don't you think I know? Do you know what I was doing on our birthday? Do you know how scared I was, Petey?"
Bowie's hand was hot on his shoulder, rubbing, massaging. His other hand was on Paul's shoulder. "Why don't you tell us, Paul?"
"I was hungry and hurting. I slept on the corner of a street because..." Paul's cheeks got dark, eyes closing. "I couldn't work. I was bruised too bad."
Bowie growled softly, hand shifting, reaching to stroke one of Paul's cheeks. "I'm the only one allowed to mark you, Pet."
Paul nodded. "I know. I know, but I was hungry, Bowie. And I'm not licensed to ink outside."
Peter moaned, tears sliding down his cheeks. He didn't want to know this.
"All the more reason to not run away again. We face our problems together, my Pets. Stronger because we are three working together." Bowie wiped his tears away. "We can face anything together."
"I'm trying so hard to be good, Bowie. I am."
He nodded, reaching out for Paul, cupping his twin's face.
"Oh, I'd say you've done more than just try, Paul." Bowie purred. "And I'd rather have you here being bad than running away. I don't think Peter and I could survive without you again."
"You could." Paul ducked his head, nuzzling in. "You both could. I'm just... me."
Bowie shook his head. "No, Paul. You're you. A corner of our triangle. You and Peter alone were unstable without me. Peter and I were unstable without you. We need you, Paul. Don't doubt that."
Paul looked up at Bowie, eyes so serious. "And you? Were you unstable without us?"
"I was, Paul. I was... half a man. I had no focus, no one to love." Bowie cupped Paul's face again. "I had no purpose and no reason for my life."
Paul leaned into Bowie's hands, sobbing softly. "It's been a long day."
"Yes. Yes, it has." Bowie grinned suddenly. "Are my boys ready for some loving?"
Peter nodded vigorously and pushed into their arms. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Bowie dropped a kiss on his lips and then one on Paul's lips before bringing all three of them together for deep, shared kisses.
Oh, his upset and anger faded, eased, dissolved. This was what he'd needed, to feel them all together.
Bowie leaned back on the bed, bringing them both down with him, cradling them against the strong body. They fit perfectly, his hand on Bowie's shoulder, Paulie's on Bowie's belly. Those big hands slid over him, over Paul, warm and good, sliding beneath their clothes to find skin. He met Paul's eyes, trying to let his brother know how sorry he was, how much he loved. Paul twined their fingers together, squeezed.
Bowie groaned and rolled suddenly, putting them both beneath the big body. "Undress each other," he ordered, voice gruff, needy.
"Bossy." Paul gave Bowie a grin -- half shy, half wicked, and so sexy. Still their fingers worked open buttons and zippers, pushing away the bright fabric.
Bowie's chuckles were just as needy as his voice had been. "I thought that was my job."
Paul nodded, mouth fastening over his shoulder as his shirt disappeared. Bowie's hands slid over them, massaging, pressing against his skin and Paul's, hard enough to leave bruises. Paul groaned, sliding over the sheets, eyes closed, panting. He kept his eyes open, watching, letting himself remember how lucky he was. Bowie's purrs filled the air, those hands working them both over, playing with his nipples, Paul's guiche.
"W...w...want..." He pushed into Paul's side, hips rubbing, cock sliding along the soft skin.
"You want to take Paul while I have you, Pet?"
He nodded, hands moving to spread Paul's legs. "W...w...want to l...love you."
Paul spread, nodded. "'kay, Peter."
Bowie slid slick fingers into Paul's body, rumbling. He leaned against Bowie, easing two of his fingers in alongside, groaning at the heat.
"Mm... smart Pet." Bowie kissed him, free hand stroking his cock.
"H...he's so s...s...s...s...soft inside."
"You both are. My pretty, soft, sensuous Pets. This heat will hold your cock tight, Peter. Just suck you in and beg for it." Bowie nuzzled his face, words soft and warm against his skin.
He moaned, lips parted as Bowie's words made him tremble. Bowie licked at his mouth and then took a hard, deep kiss.
"All right, Peter. Paul's ready for you."
He nodded, settled between Paul's legs, reaching out for the familiar face. "L...love you."
Paul kissed his palm. "Yeah. I know, Petey."
Bowie bent to kiss Paul as he slid into the soft, tight heat. Perfect. Oh, so hot. So right. Perfect. His Paul. His heart. Peter arched, pressing deep, filling his Paul.
Sitting back on his haunches, Bowie slid his hand over his cock as he watched. He leaned down, letting their bodies rub together, letting their lips meet. Letting it be about making love and saying sorry and making things better.
He watched for a bit and then shifted, kneeling behind him and two hot fingers pushed into his hole, used his own momentum to fuck his ass and stretch him. He moaned into Paul's mouth, pushing harder, faster. Bowie worked quickly, opening him up and then replacing fingers with cock. Those big hands settled on his hips, held him still for a moment as Bowie's cock sank in.
"Oh..." He shivered, panted, trying not to just lose it. "B...bowie..."
Bowie kissed the back of his neck. "Not yet, Peter. I want to fuck my boys."
He nodded, toes curling. "O...okay. Okay."
Paul chuckled, reached up for his nipple, tugging the ring a little.
Bowie laughed softly, hand reaching past him to play with the rings in Paul's perineum. "Tease."
"Uh-huh." Paul didn't look even a little sorry.
Bowie licked at his ear, fingers moving to play with Paul's cock. Then his lover pushed him deeper into Paul. "Now."
They started to move together.
Oh. Oh, he could see why Bowie liked being in the middle. So good, fucking and being fucked. So very good. Paul moved on his cock, meeting each thrust, their skin slapping together. Bowie's teasing fingers turned to wrap around Paul's prick and the three of them worked together, the groans and moans and purrs mixing altogether with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
"Love you. Oh. Peter. Harder." Paul bucked, pushing, driving them all. Bowie growled softly behind him, matching Paul's movements, driving into him, pushing him harder into Paul.
Paul was beautiful, flushed and needing, eyes rolling, lips parted. "S...soon."
"That's right," murmured Bowie, shifting and hitting his gland with the next thrust. "Any time now."
"O...oh!" He jerked, pressed deep. Oh. Yes. Soon. Now. Paul.
The heat of Pa
ul's seed splashed against his belly, sending him over the edge. Bowie roared behind him, shoving deep and hard, filling him with Bowie's hot spunk. Bowie kept moving, sliding gently in and out, sending his own prick moving inside Paul, making them shudder and shake. He cuddled down onto Paul, letting his twin hold him, support him.
Bowie stayed with him, finally stilling and settling down on top of him, careful not to put too much weight on him and Paul. "My Pretties. So good, so sexy. Love you both."
They both nodded, two identical happy sighs sounding.
Bowie petted them both. "A nap, boys. And then food and then we'll play."
Paul nodded and he did, too, fingers trailing over Paul's eyelids, closing them.
"Good." Bowie hummed a little. "All together."
"T...together." He nodded and cuddled. Together with no more bad dreams.
Chapter Sixteen
Bowie liked his job, he always had. It was peaceful and calm work, working the tension from muscles, easing bodies. But like he'd told Paul, he was lonely and purposeless before he came here and found his twin Pets. The work was just a part of his life now.
Chuckling, he finished up his paperwork. Sometimes a part he couldn't wait to finish so he could get to his pretty Pets.
He'd reserved the evening in their shop, booked it up proper and everything. He had a little something special planned. It had been at the back of his mind for awhile, but Paul's questioning of whether or not he needed the twins had him deciding that now was the time to do it.
It didn’t take long to close down his computer, nod a goodbye to the staff and head over to the ink and piercing shop. He walked into a surprising lack of chaos -- Peter was sitting and sorting jewelry, Paul busy on a drawing, tongue between his teeth.
Oh, he was well pleased that they could just go ahead with this and not have to sort through anything first. He closed the door and sent the bolt home.
"Evening, Pets."
Peter smiled up at him, waving. "E...evening, Bowie. H...how was your day?"
"Good. Peaceful. How are my Pretties?"
Paul didn't look up, but nodded, scribbling away. "Been good and busy. There's juice in the back, if you want some."
"What are you working on?" he asked, sitting in one of the tattooing chairs.
"Trip brought Ghost in for more work -- it's all white, you know? Well, I got an idea for this stylized, colorful eye. Trip won't want Ghost to have it, but someone'll want it."
"Cool. Do you want to finish it now or can it wait?" He rubbed his hands against his thighs, suddenly nervous in a way he hadn't been in a long, long time.
Paul looked up, Peter tilting his head at the same time, his boys seeing him.
"It can wait. You okay, Bowie?"
"I am." He was about to ask what was probably the most important question in his life, but he was good. He opened his arms. "Come sit with me."
Peter bounced over, but Paul took a bit longer, covering the drawing with a piece of paper. He took a kiss, first from Peter and then from Paul and then from both at the same time and then he cleared his throat.
"I'd like you each to mark me. Peter -- I want a piercing, something that you've chosen for me. Any jewelry, anywhere, that's the deal. Paul, the same goes for you and the ink." It wasn't easy for him, surrendering control like this, giving them carte blanche to put permanent marks of their choice on him.
Of course that was a part of what made it more than just a gesture.
Two sets of dark eyes stared at him, then his Pets put their heads together and started whispering. He stroked their backs, waiting, considering for the first time that they might refuse him. He wasn't sure what he would do if that happened.
The whispers got a little louder and then they both nodded and pounced him, taking a long, hard kiss, those pretty eyes just shining for him. Oh, he didn't think he was going to have to worry about being refused. He hummed and let them kiss him, hands holding them close. His pretty boys, his Pets. His.
Paul pulled away first, heading for his equipment, visibly bouncing while Peter started undressing him. "G...g...gonna m...mark you, B...bowie."
"Yes. Put your marks on me so everyone knows who I'm with, so there is no doubt." He didn't ask what they were going to do, trusting them instead to make it what they needed.
Peter got him naked and stretched out comfortably on the chair, soft blanket beneath him. Then they left him alone, his Pets getting ready for him. He closed his eyes and found his calm, readying himself for them, opening himself to whatever they were planning. He was eager, wanting their marks on him, wanting them to know how much he was committed to the three of them.
They settled, Peter between his legs, Paul at his left arm, fingers stroking his bicep. "Do you want us to talk or just do, Bowie?"
He took another breath and looked at his beautiful boys, smiling, knowing he trusted them absolutely. "I want you to make the experience yours, ours."
Peter kissed his belly, his hip while Paul carefully shaved his upper arm. "Gonna p...p...pierce you h...here." Peter's fingers touch the skin at the place where his balls met the base of his cock. "W...we'll feel it w...when you f...f...fuck us."
He moaned, a jolt of electricity going through him at Peter's touch, at the words, and his cock started to fill.
Peter nodded happily and held up a bar with heavy balls on either side. "I...it'll feel good."
He took the piece of jewelry from Peter and rolled it in his fingers, smiling and nodding, imagining it banging against those beautiful asses. He handed it back. "I can't wait to try it out."
Paul shaved his upper arm, humming softly. "It'll be pretty."
"Will we be able to make love right away?" he asked.
Peter nodded and Paul answered, rubbing something slick and soft into his skin. "He'll put some nu-skin on it and you'll be fine. Won't even hurt."
"I don't mind a bit of pain for my boys."
"The ink'll burn. Don't worry." Paul chuckled. "Okay, now. Deep breath in and then let it all out."
He gave Paul a smile and then took a deep breath, watching as he let it out and Peter went to work.
The needle was a bright sting, but nothing horrible, the barbell a tug and a pull, the anesthesia on the metal easing the sting immediately as Peter fastened the ends on. He groaned as Peter's gentle fingers slid along his skin, and he pushed his cock flat against his belly, admiring the heavy barbells. "It's lovely, Peter, thank you."
Peter nodded, touching it gently, the sensation odd and arousing. "B...b...beautiful."
He shivered, cock jerking. "Thank you, Peter."
"M...m...mine." Peter smiled, nuzzled.
He arched, pushing his crotch against Peter's face.
"What about you, Paul? Are you ready to mark me?"
Paul nodded, picking up his gun and inserting a thin ink tube. "Do you want me to tell you what it's going to be?"
"I'm as curious as a cat, Pet, but only tell me if you want to. This is your mark."
"I'm going to draw a braided whip -- one green strand for life, one red for love and one white for forever."
"Oh..." He reached up, stroking Paul's face. "Thank you."
He had to blink back tears, the sudden emotion flooding him. His boys were a handful, but they loved him so well.
Paul leaned down, lips soft on his ear. "I may not be a great man, but this? I'm good at."
"Men are only great once they're dead." He gave Paul a look full of his need and desire. "And there's lots of stuff you're good at."
"Shh." Paul smiled, leaned back. "Now, deep breath in and out and I'll start with a little line."
"Yes, Pet." He took his breath and let it go, focusing on Peter, who still sat between his legs.
Peter's eyes were shining, tongue sliding along his shaft as the burn slid over his arm. He groaned, the twin sensations meeting somewhere in his balls. Paul worked steadily, Peter's tongue distracting him, driving him mad. He forced himself to remain still, even as he wanted to squirm or thr
ust into Peter's mouth.
"This is us, you know? The three of us all twisted together." Paul's voice was as serious as he'd ever heard it.
He nodded. "Life, love and forever. You, Peter and me."
"H...h...he's got a b...b...beautiful heart, m...my Paulie."
"He does indeed, Peter."
Paul ducked his head, but kept working, the burn making him hard, making his breath come quick and light. Peter went back to licking and sucking him and he could feel the need traveling along his spine, spurred by the buzz of the ink gun.
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