Chapter Twenty

We waited about four hours for Vihaal to be seen. I think the nurse at Reception got tired of getting us clean towels so she sped things up.

I stayed in the lounge while Gideon accompanied Vihaal to the exam room. I tried to relax, even though an ER was not the place to do that easily. Although I supposed it was better than the Intensive Care Unit.

According to Dr. Google, it wasn't particularly unusual for someone who frequently got nosebleeds to find themselves in this situation. At least we'd insisted that he seek medical attention, so things could be resolved. Hopefully he wouldn't need to be admitted.

After checking out the probable prognosis online, I had nothing to do but play games on my phone while they were gone. It could have been worse. At least no-one was screaming. A baby cried now and then, and at one point a little kid was running around cursing randomly until someone stopped him. But other than that, it was peaceful.

A shadow fell across my phone. I looked up.

Gideon stood there, looking green.

"Are you okay? Where's V?"

"They're packing his nose. I couldn't handle it."

I looked past him to the exam area. "What does that mean?"

He sighed and collapsed in the chair beside me, making a face.

"It means they shove all kinds of shit up his nose…like, way up. To keep the bleeding at bay, I guess." He threw me a disgusted glance. "So gross. He's lucky I'm so fucking in love with him. They cauterized the bleed first, but it didn't stop. So they're packing it." He gave me a wry look. "V is not amused."

I laughed softly and shook my head. "No, I bet he isn't. So, he gets these a lot?"

"Not like this. I've never seen one this bad," Gideon muttered. "Usually he just pinches his nose and sits still for fifteen minutes and it stops. Like he said, he's had nosebleeds all his life. I think his dad gets them too." He put a hand on my shoulder and looked at me with gravity. "Are you okay? Not getting super squigged out, are you? Or figuring we're more hassle than we're worth?"

"Fuck no. I'm upset that we had to stop our scene. I, uh, didn't actually mind being so vulnerable. I was enjoying myself."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Couldn't wait to see what he had planned for you."

"Is that so?" Gideon said, gazing at me with a familiar look in his eyes. Then he looked over my shoulder.

"Here he comes."

I followed Gideon's gaze and saw Vihaal walking toward us. He looked exhausted and displeased.

White packing gauze bulged out of one nostril with a string hanging down. He was carrying his coat and a bunch of papers. Gideon and I walked to meet him.

"I'm so sorry. I look disgusting." His voice sounded even stranger now and he did look ridiculous. But he was still Vihaal and the Dom vibe was still there, somehow.

"It's not that bad," Gideon said. He took Vihaal's coat. "Are you free to go?"

"Yes. At least we can go home. I'm so sorry about all of this."

"Hey, you know what, V?" Gideon said, with a grin. "Sometimes it's good to remember you're human."

"Very funny." He gazed sheepishly at me. "How are you doing, Angel? Fed up with us, yet?"

"Nah. You won't get rid of me that easily."

"Well, then. Let's go home, shall we?"

* * * *

"Oh my God, it was horrible. Blood everywhere. It wouldn't stop!" I said, describing the scene in the Bordello to Jacob and Sebastian, at a lunch spot in the Byward Market the next day.

"Sucks that it was right as things were getting good," Sebastian said.

"Yes! I was raring to go and then—blam! Bright red blood on V's face. I didn't know what was happening."

"Sebastian and I have discussed installing some kind of sound-activated emergency call device. I think we're going to do it. That was a close call," he said. "We did warn the cleaner."

"Yeah, I don't think there was much on the floor. But we got out of there so quickly, I don't know."

Jacob and Sebastian glanced at each other. It looked like they were trying not to smile.

"What?" I asked.

"You, uh, call Vihaal, ‘V', do you?" Jacob asked.

I blushed. Dammit . "Sometimes."

"Well," Sebastian murmured. "That is just adorable."

"It's Gideon's nickname for him. I kind of picked it up. Anyway, it's easier to say than Vihaal."

"And quicker," Sebastian said, with a leer. "‘Oh, V, can you pass me the poppers?'"

"They don't use poppers," I said, giving Sebastian a critical look. I'd only recently learned what poppers were, and why some people liked them.

"Okay. Then, ‘V, can you pass me the cock ring? So I can stay nice and hard for you?'"

"Honestly, how old are you guys? Wait. Do you guys use poppers?"

Jacob started laughing.

"Sometimes," Sebastian admitted. "Never mind."

"I think it's wonderful that you three are, uh, getting along so well," Jacob said.

I nodded. "Yeah, it is. Anyway, V's— Vihaal is miserable right now because he's got gauze stuffed way far up his sinus cavity. I feel so bad for him," I said, taking another gulp of my beer. "Anyway, the packing comes out day after next."

"That's good," Jacob said, watching me carefully. He took a French fry from the plate we were sharing. "Things are getting serious between the three of you."

I traced a crack in the top of the Formica tabletop with my finger. "I mean. Yeah. I think so."

"So, are you calling yourself bi, or pan, or gay now?"

"Fuck if I know. Definitely not straight."

"Have you, uh, you know… How far have you gotten?" Sebastian asked.

I blinked. "Sebastian, really? Are you trying to find out if someone's popped my cherry? Is that the initiation?"

Sebastian held up his hands. "Sorry, sorry. That was inappropriate. And no, that doesn't matter." He cleared his throat. "Penetration isn't the definition of sex. Especially queer sex."

"Trust me, I felt properly ‘initiated' the day that I kissed them."

"Awe!" Sebastian said, glancing at Jacob. "That's so cute!"

"Oh, stop it. It's not cute. It's fucking amazing. They're so fucking hot I don't know what to do with myself."

"Looks like you don't have to do anything with yourself," Jacob joked, leering.

I rolled my eyes. "Very funny."

"Look, we're thrilled about this. Can't you tell?" Jacob said.

"Yeah. We told them you were worth the effort," Sebastian said.

"Wait. How long have they been…like…thinking about me that way?" I asked, intensely curious.

"Oh Christ, since that day we introduced you to them at Johnny Farina's. Remember?"

It took me a minute. "Oh fuck, that was ages ago!"

"They've been pining."

"No, they haven't."

"Oh yeah. We told them you were probably straight but that there might be some wiggle room. If anyone could find it, it was those two."

"Wow," I said, well and truly stunned.

Christ, they had been courting me.

* * * *

Vihaal had to put up with the nose packing for two days. Gideon fussed over him when he wasn't at work and got angry when Vihaal pushed him away. It was apparent that Vihaal did not like being in such a vulnerable condition, preferring to look after himself. But Gideon couldn't help himself, especially since he was trained to be a support person.

I had to spend some time at my place anyway, as I had client meetings and didn't want to be a disturbance, but I did offer to drive Vihaal to have the packing removed, since Gideon would be at work at the time of his appointment.

"You didn't have to do this, Angel. I could have driven myself."

"Oh no. You're supposed to have someone bring you," I reminded him.

He flashed me a look. "You always do things by the book, don't you?"

"Not always," I said, giving him a look. "But when it comes to your health, I do."

Vihaal sighed.

"You know," Vihaal murmured, staring out of the window, "Jacob once told me that you find out the true mettle of people during a crisis."

I nodded. "That makes sense."

He regarded me soberly.

"What?" I asked, glancing at him as I drove.

"I've missed you, Angel."

"What?" I said, laughing. "It's been two days."

"I know."

I glanced over and he was regarding me with a wistful expression. With his nose packed, he looked like a love-struck, accident-prone, kid. My heart about melted.

"I missed you guys, too. My cats, however, were thrilled to have me home."

"Oh yes. What are their names again?"

"Toff and Rummy."

"Adorable. I bet you are a wonderful cat dad," Vihaal stated.

"I mean, lately…I've been neglecting them. Because I've been so caught up with you two," I admitted. "Thank goodness they can keep each other company."

Vihaal hummed. "I hate to take you away from them. But I enjoy having you stay with us. Very much."

"Yeah?"

He grinned. "Yeah."

I sat in the waiting room of the ENT's office for a half hour while they tended to Vihaal. Eventually, he came out of the office with more papers.

At least his nose looked normal now. But his face had gone a bit sallow.

"You okay?"

"I think so. Despite the fact that I almost passed out during that vile…" He shuddered. "Procedure."

"Oh no!"

"Doctor said it's not uncommon."

I gave him a curious glance.

He shook his head. "You really don't want to know the details."

"Okay, then."

"I hope I never have to go through it again." He held up a small box. "The doctor gave me this spray that I can try if I have another bad one. It might work and it's a lot easier than going to the ER." Vihaal put the little box in his pocket and got out his phone. "And I have about fifteen texts from Gideon. He's mad because I haven't been answering them."

"You want me to let him know we're done?" I asked.

"Thank you."

Vihaal went to speak to the receptionist while I got out my phone and texted Gideon.

V is done. The packing is out.

Why isn't he answering me???

He was having the packing removed?

All fucking morning?

He said he almost passed out.

Omg. Shocked face.

Doc said that's common. He's okay now. Just a bit grumpy.

eye-roll emoji. I hope we can go back to the Bordello soon. We all need a bit of a stress relief. And to finish what we started.

Yes!

Vihaal was advised to forgo any strenuous activity for a week after the incident. They were both glad to have me return to the house. Vihaal was in a better mood, at least, until the end of the required sex fast. On the last day of his week-long abstinence, he came downstairs with his hair mussed and a determined look on his face.

He clapped his hands together when he saw Gideon and I watching the news.

"Okay. You and you," he said, pointing at each of us. "On the floor, getting busy. I want to see cocks in mouths and fingers in asses. Chop chop."

Gideon and I looked at each other then at Vihaal.

"What?" I said.

"But you're not supposed to—" Gideon began.

"Yes, exactly. Which is why you and Angel will be doing all the work. On each other ." Vihaal sat himself in the armchair and looked at us expectantly. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

"But…this is going to turn you on, V," Gideon said.

"Yes, I'm sure it will."

"And you're going to want to join in. And the instructions clearly say—"

Vihaal put a hand to his head. "I know what the instructions say. What they don't say is that I can't sit in a chair and watch my two partners get each other off."

"Well, no, it doesn't say that," Gideon admitted. "But—"

"Gideon," Vihaal said, in a tone that we both knew well. "If you don't start doing something sexual with Angel in a moment, I'm going to put you over my lap for a spanking. And I think that would count as a vigorous activity, wouldn't it?"

"V, we're not in a fucking scene right now," Gideon said. "You can't just come down here and demand that we start going at it." He crossed his arms over his chest. "So rude."

Vihaal looked at me. I mean, I was game for it. But I could also see Gideon's point.

"I mean, yeah," I said.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me," Vihaal said, putting his head in his hands.

Gideon's expression softened. "Oh, V. I don't think you've ever been forced to abstain before."

"No. It's cruel and horrible."

"Anyway, you could have just asked," Gideon said, his eyes softening.

Vihaal nodded, then lifted his head from his hands.

"Do you think," he said, gazing back and forth between us. "That the two of you could perhaps do something incredibly depraved together…that I can watch? Please?"

I'd never seen Vihaal looking so contrite.

He continued. "It would mean the world to me."

Gideon stepped forward and leaned down, bracing his hands on Vihaal's parted thighs, and meeting his gaze.

"Has there been any more bleeding? Tell the truth."

"No. None. I promise."

"And you're feeling okay?" Gideon asked.

"My nose feels great. My dick and balls, on the other hand…"

Meanwhile, amused by Vihaal's desperation and, to be frank, not a little pent up myself, I ogled Gideon's ass. He was wearing a pair of baby blue yoga pants that hung low on his hips. I'd always been an ass man. Now I was even more of one.

I had already gotten up from the sofa. I moved in behind Gideon and laid my palm on his cloth-covered ass cheek.

He swiveled his head as my gaze met Vihaal's.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I took my hand away and smiled.

Vihaal chuckled.

"Nothing," I mumbled.

"Don't play innocent with me, you depraved fuck," Gideon said, deadpan. Then he winked. "Pull down my pants and get busy."

"There you go," Vihaal said.

Gideon turned to face him as I slid my fingers under the waistband of the yoga pants.

"Settle down," Gideon told Vihaal. "Don't you dare move from that spot, and if I see any fucking blood, we're calling this off."

It was hilarious to see Gideon making threats and demanding obedience, as Vihaal sat placidly in the chair. Talk about a role reversal.

For me to take the initiative was unprecedented, but I was absolutely ready.

"Go for it, baby," Gideon said, giving his hips a wiggle.

"Does anyone mind if I take over the direction of this little détente? Safewords are available," Vihaal said, getting comfortable.

"Hmm," Gideon agreed. "Somehow I doubt they will be necessary."

"Unless I get another nosebleed."

"Oh fuck, you'd better not. I don't know what I'll do if—" Gideon gasped as I pulled his yoga pants down to his thighs.

"No underwear?" Vihaal gasped. "Cheeky."

I stared at the globes of Gideon's ass and smiled. "Very."

"Give him a slap, will you? I need to hear that sound."

Gideon wiggled again. "Do it, Angel. Hard," he said.

I gave him a playful slap then a stronger one right after. Oh, hell yes. I did it again, watching his ass jiggle and the rosy mark my hand left.

Gideon moaned and surged forward, his mouth finding Vihaal's. Vihaal's fingers slipped into Gideon's hair as he devoured him with a searing kiss, the sounds of their breathing loud in the room.

I could have stared at Gideon's ass for an hour, especially now that it had my pink handprint on it. But the mark was fading, and instead of putting it there again, I leaned forward, licking and kissing the warm skin of Gideon's behind, as he lost himself to Vihaal's kiss.

He smelled amazing and tasted even better. He widened his stance and arched his back.

Vihaal kept Gideon in place and plundered his mouth like he'd never stop. The sounds of breathing and the slurping of tongues and lips had taken over. I was hard and desperate as I spread Gideon's ass and licked along his crease.

His reaction was everything I'd hoped for.

He made a frantic sound and broke away from Vihaal to curse, then Vihaal coaxed him back, reaching for Gideon's erection.

"Oh fuck," Gideon mumbled against Vihaal's mouth, as I licked him everywhere I could reach—his balls, the base of his cock, his sweet, small hole. He tasted of soap and tangy sweat, and his own particular essence.

"Oh, fuck yes," Vihaal muttered, breaking away from the kiss and bringing Gideon forward, to tongue his nipples and play with his cock, while I kept up the ass-eating.

"You're not…" Gideon gasped, "supposed to be…involved, V."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, I'm fine. Besides, I think Angel has found something he likes."

I groaned against Gideon's wet skin and pushed my tongue against his hole, then swiped it up and down his crease, holding his cheeks wide.

"Strip, Angel. I want to see you." Vihaal ordered.

I pulled my face off Gideon with some reluctance. I stroked a finger over his glistening hole, then tore off my clothes in record time, throwing them to the floor.

"He's been waiting for you to fuck him. A long time," Vihaal said.

"Has he?" I already knew that. Today was his lucky day, then.

"Mmm," Vihaal breathed. "Do it now. Right over my lap. Just the way we are right now."

My cock jerked at the thought of it. All of a sudden, every glance and silent message I'd ever received from strange and familiar men over the course of my life flashed through my mind. Why had I never explored this side of myself? Laziness? Cowardice? A blind obedience to the thing I imagined society expected from me?

"You don't have to," Vihaal reminded me.

But it was too late.

"Are you kidding me?" I said, stroking Gideon's lower back. "I think it's about time I did, don't you?" I glanced at Vihaal. "Lube?"

He grinned, excitement shining in his eyes. "Side table drawer."

Thank God . The last thing I wanted to do was run upstairs, naked and hard, to get some.

Vihaal took Gideon's mouth again, at the same time teasing his cock and squeezing his balls, making Gideon cry out and curse and moan with excitement.

"Hurry, Angel. He needs you."

"Yes, Vihaal," I said.

I found the bottle of lube and brought it to where Gideon was hunched over Vihaal's lap, his legs spread and his ass pushed out for me. I slicked myself up, while Vihaal pulled away from the kiss and stroked Gideon's face with the utmost tenderness.

"I'm going to enjoy watching," he murmured.

"Don't you always?" I said, giving him a look.

Once my dick was nice and wet, I swiped some over Gideon's hole and got down to business. I spread his cheeks and bumped the head of my cock at his entrance, thankful for the handful of women who had been willing to give me some practice. But nothing could have prepared me for how it felt to slip inside the man I'd been getting to know over the past few months.

"Oh…fuck…me…" I muttered, the pleasure going to my head and making me dizzy. The intimacy of this act, with someone I admired and…yeah, probably loved…affected me deeply, even as the familiar sensations of it took me over.

From the look of unadulterated lust on Vihaal's face, and the sounds issuing from Gideon, the feeling was mutual.

"Oh fuck. Fuck," Gideon moaned, clutching Vihaal's biceps as he bounced off his chest in time with my thrusts. "Angel…"

Hearing my name from those cherished lips, and feeling Gideon's body surround me—it was everything I'd ever wanted. Why had I waited so long to fuck this beautiful man?

"Harder, Angel. Wreck me. I want Vihaal to see you pound me. Please…" he gasped, malleable and so fucking sexy.

My brain shut off and my body took over. I gave Gideon what he'd asked for. I met Vihaal's gaze as I realized the significance of what was happening.

Vihaal gripped Gideon's hips and held him steady. "Jerk your cock, Deo. Come all over me."

"Oh, V. Fuck. Jesus. Yes, yes, yes ." Gideon took his cock in hand and jerked it, as I fucked him quick and hard, my eyes rolling back from the bliss of it.

He made a choking noise, then a loud wail as he came, his ass squeezing me as his body spasmed.

"That's it, my Angel. Fill this slut up with your spunk. Own him ," Vihaal grunted, his face a picture of rampant desire and heady voyeuristic enjoyment. "I want to watch your face when you come."

He grabbed my chin and held me as I slammed against Gideon, his intense gaze boring into mine. I cried out as the orgasm took over, stuttering gasps and groans as I emptied my balls.

As the waves of pleasure lessened, and my movements slowed, I noticed that Gideon had his head buried in Vihaal's lap and was sucking his cock. I looked at Vihaal's ecstatic face as Gideon brought him over the edge.

The sturdy armchair creaked in protest, my heart pounded, and the grandfather clock counted time as we recovered.