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veebeeboo109 · 4 months ago

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Cleaning up the Timeline

{You wake up to a surprise from Sylus and Xavier. Your time at the beach house is coming to an end, and you have something to tell your boys.}

Read on ao3. Part One.

Tags: Reader/L&DS Men, Romance, Ocean, Beach Shenanigans, Three!some, FMM, Lots of lovey doveyness in this one.

Chapter 16: The Beach House

You awake to the softest of sounds. The puffs of air punched out of sleep-drunk lungs, steamy and lurid against the still air of night.

Lying on your stomach, your senses only barely pick up the thing that roused you. The shifting of sheets, the movement so slow and quiet but just enough to tickle at your periphery. To alert that part of your brain and entice it to wake.

“Shh, my prince.” A dark, husky whisper meets your pricked ears. “Keep quiet or you’ll wake her.”

It’s the devil. Satan in his perfect, beautiful allure. There is desire and destruction in that voice, and it drags your poor mortal soul into it. Nothing but a weak, sinful piece of flesh.

A low, choked noise makes your eyes press tightly closed, fighting to open.

There is no mistaking what the noises are– as you rise from dreamland and into the cold waking world. Wet, slurping noises too rhythmic to be anything but the slide of hips. The press of flesh against flesh, the very air is hot with desire.

When you manage to open your eyes, ever so slowly, you’re certain you’re dreaming. Or something like it. A hallucination perhaps. Tricks of moonlight and stardust forming an image so very foul and fair it makes you jolt.

Sylus and Xavier. The two fair haired men lie on their sides facing you. Sylus has an arm around Xavier’s neck, nearly in a headlock, pushing the other man’s chin back and exposing the long, pearly column of his throat.

The blankets are pushed down to their thighs, and their pants pushed down just enough. They must have been desperate. Desperate to be close. Desperate for touch. Desperate not to wake you.

Xavier’s cock jolts when you meet his eyes, and a low, drawn out moan filters through his rosy lips. A little drop of precum leaking from his tip. Sylus moves slowly behind him, pressing into the wet heat of his lover’s ass with thrusts that can only be deemed torturous.

“Look what you did.” Sylus growls in Xavier’s ear. So softly, yet full of mirth, “You woke her up.”

You haven’t moved anything besides your eyes at this point, unable to find the strength to do so. What if moving breaks the illusion– The perfect, debauched vision of Xavier getting sleepy fucked in the bed next to you.

Behind Sylus on the bedside table, you see a bottle of lube. Had that always been there?

“S-Sylus…” Xavier whines, hips pressing back. They must have been at it for some time because Xavier is in that breathless vacuum of edging that makes him speechless.

“You were so insistent…” Sylus groans, biting softly at Xavier’s earlobe, “Not to wake her up. That she needed to rest. Didn’t let me even have a taste, and look what you did? You woke her up anyway.”

“Wha–” You breathe, mouth finally back in your control. You lift up onto your elbows, “Why didn’t you wake me?”

Sylus’ laugh sounds like a rumbling growl, the echoing baritone of a beast in a cave. All hunger and lust.

“Didn’t–” Xavier chokes as Sylus slams his hips a little harder into him, “N-needed rest. Still hurt.”

Fuck that, You think, and move to close the gap between you. Xavier, for all his half-hearted denials, reaches out to you first, and kisses you like he might try to drown himself. Sucking on your bottom lip and gasping at the taste of your tongue like it’s the last drop of water on a desert island.

“Poor prince…” Sylus coos almost mockingly, “He was so hard, kitten. Rutting like an animal against you. I had to give him something to distract him with.”

Xavier’s jaw clenches and he reaches back to grab a harsh fistful of silver hair, which only serves to make Sylus grin. A pleased moan leaves Sylus’ lips, the pain Xavier seeks to inflict only spurs him on more.

“Poor Xavier,” You whisper, taking on a placating tone. Starry blue eyes snap to you, utterly wrecked as you drift your hands along Xavier’s torso. “You should have woke me. If you needed me.”

Xavier’s mouth is open like he’s trying to speak, but only half-jolted sounds leave him. Punished out of him from Sylus’ thick cock that spears him.

“I tried to tell him.” Sylus drawls, nipping at the skin of Xavier’s shoulder and making the man keen.

This power dynamic is trippy. Some illicit, heady drug that makes you feel like a conqueror. A high-ranking general in a crusading army, and your plundering victim is Xavier. Pliant, weepy Xavier– who so often takes charge. Who commands the room and everyone in it with his quiet dominance. To have him writhing as the tips of your fingers toy with the tip of his cock– god there’s nothing like it.

“You’re so mean to me, Xavier.” You whine, and Xavier whimpers in reply. He’s clawing at you. Holding onto your arms and then your waist while he’s being so thoroughly, slowly fucked.

“Come here kitten,” Sylus calls, and you have to press your body against Xavier’s to reach him. Over Xavier’s shoulder you kiss Sylus, his teeth finding purchase on your bottom lip and sucking a harsh mark there. “I want you to lay back for me. Can you do that, please?”

You nod and roll away, and the friction Xavier found against your abdomen is gone– leaving him panting in feverish want.

On your back, Sylus hums in satisfaction and commands you to remove your clothes– so you do. Bare in the moonlight, you see the already dilated pupil of Xavier’s eyes widen even further. Drinking in every expanse of skin you gift him. A predator studying his prey, understanding the very way your ligaments connect your bones.

You’re dripping wet by the time they move. Shedding their own clothes and Sylus has barely slipped out, and Xavier’s barely got his pants full off before he’s on you. The blond man, pressing flush to your front, the heat of his cock so very close to the quivering slit you desperately want him inside.

Xavier is playing with your clit, and drinking in your moans while Sylus comes up behind him.

“This will be fun.” Sylus croons. His wide hands find controlling positions at Xavier’s hips, and like a marionette he moves Xavier to your core. It’s Sylus’ control that has Xavier entering you, and the thought of it has you keening, high pitched and pathetic.

Sylus’ smile is all canine. Nearly drooling as he watches with utter fascination as he’s able to move Xavier’s hips in, and out. He takes a few minutes to fuck you using Xavier, and the man between you two is just as gone.

You’ve never seen Xavier so overcome. So utterly lost in sensation. He’s never been so pliant before. He’s the tide and Sylus is the moon, push and pull and following his every call. You’re just the observer, the sailboat shifting along the waves.

His eyes find you through the fog, glassy with yearning and every time Sylus pushes him back inside you, you meet his wanting lips.

The friction is so delicate and yet so erotic that you’re moaning into Xavier’s mouth with every tiny movement, and you whine at the loss of movement when Sylus stops.

Xavier’s cock is pressed snugly against your cervix, a tight, almost painful sensation but it still makes you tremble every time he twitches. Your senses are so full of Xavier that you barely notice Sylus moving. Pushing Xavier a little higher up so that he can push himself back inside.

You half-expect Sylus to enter you. It’s been too long since you’ve had two at once. That indelible stretch makes you feral, stripping you down to your bones of animalistic desire, but that’s not what happens.

The sound that leaves Xavier’s lips can only be classified as disastrous. It’s an overcoming of sensations that leaves the mind fracturing around it. The mental shattered by the power of the physical as Sylus thrusts inside him.

Xavier is gasping for air. The incalescence of your wet cunt squeezing him, and the depravity of Sylus’ thick cock against his prostate is more than his mind can comprehend.

No one has moved, and yet Xavier’s mumbling, “I’m gonna– Oh god, I’m gonna come bunny. “

“Not yet,” Even Sylus sounds on the edge of madness, like the added chain reaction is grating on the very last shred of his self-control. “Kitten comes first, right?”

The words strike some kind of cord inside Xavier because he’s moving his hips. Every press back spears him further on Sylus, and every press forward pushes him deeper inside you. “Please,bunny. Oh please– ngh, I can't– Oh god, bunny come. Come for me. Come on me. I need it. I need it. I need it.”

Xavier lifts up just enough to start madly playing with your clit. His scalding desperation makes him sloppy, but it's enough to send you careening toward orgasm. You peer over Xavier’s shoulder at Sylus, and see him biting his lower lip until it bleeds. His hands are clenching around Xavier’s hips so tight they’ll likely bruise. Xavier might be the one with teary eyes and begging lips, but Sylus is just as wrecked.

Sylus, unable to resist for a second more, starts moving his hips in short, powerful thrusts. They send Xavier slamming into you, and one look at the blood dripping down Sylus’ chin and depraved look on his face has you coming suddenly and violently.

You gush around Xavier, and the blond man gasps like you’ve taken hold of this throat with your teeth. He’s only a half-second behind you, dissolving into rhythmic moans as his cock throbs painfully with release. He fucks his come into you with desperation– thrusts turning into purposeful rolls of his hips.

“So p-perfect,” Xavier moans into you, “You take everything I give you so well. Oh, my love. My starlight.”

Your hands, which had been holding onto the bedsheets for dear life, come up to cup the sides of his face. Jostled by the punching thrusts of Sylus.

“Fuck, fuck.” Sylus snarls braced over the two of you and so very close, “Fuck, I’m gonna– I’m gonna f-fucking fill you up.”

You reach out to Sylus, gripping his wrist tightly and letting your nails bite into his skin. A shocking cry bolts out of him, and his hips slam against Xavier– who whines at the harshness.

Sylus rolls his hips with the aftershocks of his orgasm. And the three of you take a moment to bask in this odd sandwich you’ve created. Sticky and satisfied.

You’re the first to catch your breath, caressing Sylus’ arm and then down Xavier’s side, “What time is it?”

“Three AM.” Xavier rasps into your neck. “Last I checked.”

“Ugh, that’s so early.” You whine as you press back hair from your face, “Any chance we can just….go to sleep? Clean up in the morning?”

Xavier laughs, and you can feel it in your cunt, making you gasp softly. A matching one escapes Sylus, and you forget how intrinsically you all are connected.

“Cleanup first.” Sylus says as he presses a kiss to the middle of Xavier’s back and then pulls out. “I’ll get the shower started.”

Xavier concurs with a soft hum, and tenderly brushes the side of your face with his nose before kissing your temple. “Just a quick one. Then we can sleep, and I’ll make sure you’re able to sleep in tomorrow. Alright?”

“Only if you sleep in with me.” You whisper, and catch him before he can pull out by wrapping your legs around his waist. You feel his cock stir with interest at the movement.

“If that is what the lady desires.” Xavier replies, “Anything you wish.”

You smile and pull him until he’s forehead to forehead with you, “I think you’re the only one I haven’t said it to yet.”

Xavier’s brow creases a little, and you feel it more than see it. “Said what?”

“I love you.” You breathe into him, and he pauses.

There’s a moment where nothing happens. He just stares at you, illuminated by the moonlight looking like dew upon the delicate petal of a myosotis. Sticky with the resin of your previous desire.

You watch as he processes what you’ve told him, and with a bit of surprise, you see his expression harden, “I’m the last one you told?”

You can’t help but laugh, and Xavier silences you with a searing kiss. He pulls away and you pull him back, licking into his wanting mouth to quiet whatever jealous or insecure thought must have urged him to say such a thing.

“I love you. I love all of you. There is no order.” You insist with a smile, but Xavier’s expression doesn’t soften. “I’m sure you’ve told the others you love them far before you even knew me. It’s not a race, Xavier.”

“No, it’s not a race.” Xavier’s voice is calm, but his cock is hard again, and he rolls it back into you with a purposeful thrust, “But I loved you before I knew you. There is a part of me that did know you. That will always know you. When we were just stardust, I knew you. And I loved you.”

You gasp at his words coupled with a languid thrusts of his hips. You didn’t realize you were fucking again, or that your body even could go another round until that familiar coil tightens in your belly. A snake of sin swirling up your spine.

He pauses. Nestled as deep as he can go, and then wraps his arms around your waist. With less effort than should be possible, he lifts the two of you up. You lock your ankles together and hang on for dear life as he walks across the room and over to the bathroom– still snug inside you.

The sound of the shower only barely muffles the sound of Sylus’ amused laughter.

The shower isn’t as big as the one you have at home, and so the three of you squeeze inside. You squeal when Xavier presses you back against the blue and teal tiled wall. He wastes no time in plundering your mouth and pushing short, focused thrusts into your dripping heat.

Sylus’ hands come up stroke along your sides, another line of overstimulation. You mewl and press the side of your face against Xavier’s as he chases after another incandescent high.

“You always take me so well.” Xavier praises, breathless and adoring. Among the steam and the misting water, little starbursts of light begin to sparkle. Floating lazily in the air– the pure manifestation of joy. “My darling. My love. Made for me.”

It doesn’t take much longer for the two of you to finish. Warmed and pliant by the heat of the water cascading down your bodies. And it’s lazier than it was in the bedroom. A quiet, last hurrah of the night that Sylus talks you through.

“You two make quite the sight,” Sylus purrs, “But let’s stop at two rounds, yes? I don’t think the poor kitten can take it.”

Xavier sucks a mark onto your pulse before slowly lowering you down onto your feet, but his hands never leave you, letting you lean against his chest while he turns you to be in the center of the shower’s spray.

The three of you get cleaned up, and you’re sat on the countertop to be dried off. A towel tossed over your head and gently massaging your dripping hair. Sylus leaves the bathroom for a moment and comes back with some clothes. He slowly helps you put a pair of red panties on, and then a large shirt that smells a little too much like cognac and musk to be yours.

Back in bed, you’re boneless. A boneless, wrung out rag sapped of your very soul. Xavier crawls in right behind you, curling around your body like a form fitting body pillow. Sylus takes a second to go and open one of the windows slightly, the sounds of the waves filling the room with their hypnotic lull.

Sylus enters the bed on the other side of you, walling you in. A battlement of stone and silver. There’s a unique kind of comfort that comes from the loss of movement that their heavy bodies provide, and you succumb to it with abandon.

The next day is filled with lounging beneath the beach umbrella, the sun-heated sand soothing the slight ache in your bones. Rafayel lies on his side beside you, propped on his elbow and placing a line of seashells down your back. The cool touch of each shell is like some kind of sensory spa experience, and you’re too sleepy to ponder on it.

Resting on your stomach with your head cushioned by a rolled up towel, you submit to Rafayel’s little decoration exercise, and only peek your eyes open when you hear the shutter sound of a camera.

He’s holding up his phone, a pair of charms dangling from the side– a fish and a kitten, a joke from Sylus. When he notices your incredulous look, he grins at you, “Stay still, cutie. I need some good reference pics.”

“Reference pics?” You repeat but Rafayel hushes you.

“The shells are perfect. They match the line of your spine just so. I need to get the right angle, hold still.” Rafayel is thorough and the sound of the shutter is near constant. His poor phone’s memory…

Sylus comes over, a long paddleboard tucked under his arm, “Get some vertical shots. I need a new phone wallpaper.”

You lift your head to scowl at Sylus, who grins toothily at you. You feel a few of the shells at your shoulders slip further down your back, and Rafayel whines in utter disbelief. “Don’t move!”

With a sigh, you lay back down but peer up at Sylus as best you can, “Are you going to surf?”

Sylus chuckles and shifts the board in his hold, “No, the bay is too calm for that. Zayne and I are just going to paddle around for a bit. He thinks we’ll see some dolphins.”

Your interest is piqued. “Dolphins?”

“You’re ruining my photoshoot.” Rafayel huffs. “Now you’ve promised dolphins. Go on then, go see the dolphins, cutie.”

Rafayel leans back, and you roll over to let the shells slide off. “Can I come? Do I need a board?”

“You can sit with me. Just don’t tip me over, okay?” Sylus lends you a hand to help you up, and you bounce to stand. Following him down to the water with a fluttering giddiness in your chest.

Zayne catches up to you while Sylus helps you onto the board, telling you to sit before climbing onto it behind you. The dark-haired man’s even expression falls into displeasure, “She should have a life jacket.”

“Zayne!” You screech, “I’m not five! I can swim perfectly fine, and we have no intention of falling in, do we Sylus?”

“I’ll be at the very tippy top of my game.” Sylus replies mirthfully.

Zayne grumbles a little, and climbs up onto his own paddleboard, “Accidents happen even at the best of times.”

“Well, good thing I have two strong men to rescue me should little ole’ me fall into the depths below.” You reply, only feeling a little bitter.

Sylus hums and begins to paddle, pushing away from the shore and out towards the bay. You keep your knees close to your chest but let your fingertips dip into the edges of the water. Zayne follows a few feet back, and you can feel the tension in the air around him. Literally. The air around Zayne is several degrees cooler than the rest.

You know he means well, and your injury has only exacerbated that protective side of his. He cares, and having such an extensive medical knowledge of all the very many things that can kill someone must be overwhelming.

Thinking about it, with a clear head that matches the endless clear horizon, you realize that you’re much different than you used to be. Zayne knew you as a child. As a reckless, carefree child that was fearless even on their worst day. Then, as adults, he knew you as a hunter. A trained, honed professional that handled monsters and criminals without batting an eye. Getting hurt was a part of your job, but back then you had a team.

There was protocol to follow for Hunters to minimize risk. Your fellow fighters could pull you out if things got too hairy, and the medical response was nearly as fast as your team was.

Now? Now, you were alone. A suspended hunter who carried a firearm to make her lovers feel better. You’d turned into someone you barely recognized from your grief, and you realize that maybe…maybe Zayne didn’t recognize you either.

The trip around the bay is slow. The paddles cutting into the water barely splash, and it’s achingly peaceful. Helios and Aeolus play a balancing game– the heat from the sun tempered by the wind's cool gusts.

There isn’t much talking, not until you spy a dolphin less than twenty feet away. And you jump in utter childlike surprise that nearly sends Sylus toppling into the water. He smacks your arm slightly with the paddle for being foolish, but it's barely a tap.

It’s barely a glimpse but it’s amazing! The pod of three silvery creatures swims just nearby but then quickly away, spooked by the unfamiliar creatures that are you and your boys.

You wish you had your camera or something to commemorate it.

However, when you get back to shore, Rafayel has plenty of photos from the beach of the three of you. The reflection of the clouds on the water gives the optical illusion that you’re floating in the sky, and it's utterly magnificent.

You spend two weeks at that beach house. Two weeks of luxuriating like a Roman emperor on fine food and hedonistic sex. Wine is drank, and every surface of that house is christened with some new, creative act of debauchery.

One morning, Zayne and you are the only ones awake. He sets you in the window seat on the eastern side of the house– the morning sun a halo behind you. The coffee you made is forgotten on the counter, and Zayne spends the next hour enjoying his breakfast. He eats you out like he’s actually starved for it, and doesn’t stop until you’ve come three times and the coffee has long since gone cold.

Another evening, Xavier comes into your room, shushes you before you wake Rafayel at your side, and takes you out to the beach. He lays out a blanket and the two of you lay out under the stars. He points out constellations and planets– systems that are millions of lightyears away, and yet he knows them with such certainty. So, you have him keep naming the stars while you ride him. Watching as his eyes fall closed in rapture as he lists off the Triangulum galaxy and talks about the Magellanic clouds. Weeping of Andromeda on his lips when he finishes inside you.

Rafayel tries on more than one occasion to get you into the water. Luring you out like a siren with promises of this being your little secret. The doctor doesn’t have to know. Just a little swim. You compromise on a soak in the large bathtub. The sunset painted him in shifting hues of copper, blush, and lavender. The water is warm, and bubbles overflow over the side of the clawfoot monstrosity that fits you both comfortably. Delicate little rainbow bubbles that pop silently with every shift. He makes love to you. Lips only parting for breath. and hips flush together. Instead of thrusts the two of you just roll together. Grind like flint and steel but the sparks turn to effervescent bubbles in the pool of your longing.

Sylus steals a moment after the others have gone to bed. You help him lather some aloe over the sunburns on his back and shoulders– coating his nose for good measure as well. He returns the favor by massaging a citrus scented oil into your skin. Not stopping until you’re certain he’s touching you for the fun of it and not for anything else. He takes off your clothes like unwrapping a delicate parcel– piece by delicate piece. And all the teeth and aggression you’re used to from him has somehow dissolved into reverent tenderness. His movements are slow. They’re methodical. He lavishes you with the softest of kisses up and down your body. Like he might memorize the map of your skin through lips alone.

When he carries you upstairs to the only empty bed left, he lays you down on it like a groom might a bride. And you suddenly feel the immortality of your feelings. The everlasting, never-changing permanence of what you feel for him. What you feel for all of them.

He takes you slowly. With you beneath him in the oldest of fashions, and speaks words of poetic adoration the entire time.

This trip has changed you, in a way. Not only have your ribs mended and flesh renewed, but your heart feels safe. Safe in a way it’s never felt before. The security of requited affection with no expiration.

So, on your second to last day, you sit in the living room– words bubbling at your lips. Xavier and Rafayel sit across from each other at the coffee table, a game of scrabble between them. Zayne sits on the couch next to you– the both of you spectating the tenuous match while Sylus pulls a casserole out of the oven.

“When we get back,” You start, voice shakier than you’d like. “I think…I’d like to go back to being a Hunter.”

The game of Scrabble stops. Rafayel pauses halfway through the word ‘juice’. All eyes turn to you, and you see a mixture of surprise and confusion. Xavier is the first to visibly react– a look of anticipatory excitement lighting up his face. The prospect of you returning to hunter work means working near him– working with him.

“What was that?” Zayne asks, sitting his magazine aside– not a magazine, a medical journal, Zayne had informed you when you’d teased him earlier.

“I know it changes things.” You amend quickly, “But I’d like to try. Captain Jenna said my job would be waiting for me. I could…I could do part time, so I can still keep up with the housekeeping–”

You’ve barely said the last word before Sylus is laughing. Filling the air with the dulcet sound of his rich-man laughter. He sheds his baby blue oven mitts, and walks over from the kitchen to the family room, smirking, “Sweetie, don’t be ridiculous.”

You sit up a little straighter, “What do you–”

“If you want to work part-time, that’s fine.” Xavier says, intervening on Sylus’ amusement. “But not because you need to be our housekeeper.”

“To be honest, I’m glad you brought it up.” Rafayel says with a sigh, “It feels weird to be your employer and your lover. I’d rather be the latter please.”

You laugh breathlessly, “So, it’s okay?”

“Of course it’s okay,” Zayne says with a hand to your back, “I tried to get you to stay without all this housekeeper nonsense to begin with.”

Inexplicably, there are tears springing to your eyes. You duck your head to wipe them away, laughing breathlessly at the absurdity of your body’s reaction. “I’m sorry. I guess…I wasn’t sure what you guys…if it was alright if I stayed…”

In an instant, you’re surrounded. Being cradled from all sides.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Rafayel hums, taking your hand and kissing the pulse on your wrist.

“As long as you want to stay, you have a place with us.” Zayne whispers into your hair. His arm around your waist squeezes you tightly.

“I can find us a bigger house,” Sylus says confidently, and then laughs, “Or have one built.”

Xavier is kneeling in front of you, hands on your thighs, and he nuzzles the side of his face against your knee like a cat, “I’ll talk to the Captain– or whoever else I have to. You’ll have your job back. Don’t worry about that.”

It all comes at you so quickly. The knowledge of your returned affection is one thing, but this blatant invitation to their fold is world-altering. You couldn’t imagine being without them, and it’s been that way for a long time. It’s been too scary to actually ask to stay. To stay not because you’re the housekeeper but because they want you there.

That night, they move the furniture in the living room to make room for another large pile. All the blankets in the entire house are laying out in a nest bigger than your massive bed at home. Pillows piled high and your boys nestled around you.

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