Chapter 16

Sixteen

After Joaquin debugged the program he'd written, he hit Enter and watched as it ran. He was fairly sure he'd gotten all the kinks out of the system, for the most part—there were almost always some lying hidden, in wait for exploitation—but by the end, it was as clean as he thought it could be. He shot off a quick email to the company who'd hired him along with an invoice for his time.

Luckily, it had been a short gig with an easy ask, considering his mind was anywhere but work. All he could think about was Gideon and the night ahead. He glanced at the clock and realized he had a little over an hour until Esau returned from work. He straightened the hotel a bit and stumbled on the phone number Annie had given him.

He stared for almost a minute, before he reached for his cell and dialed her number.

"Hello?" Annie asked, a bit hesitant.

"Annie, this is Joaquin."

"Ah, Joaquin! So nice to hear from you. How are you?"

Joaquin sat on the hotel's hard couch and tried to get as comfortable as possible. "I'm… okay."

"That didn't sound okay."

"Well, my mate and I… we met our third last night. In Salem."

"Oh, that sounds like fun," She said. Silence hung for a moment. "But also, a frightening time. A new person to come out to. How are you feeling about that?"

"I was terrified, to be honest. Freaked a bit. Ran away."

"Oh no."

Joaquin smiled. "But my mate calmed me down. Esau. He's always got my back. I don't know what I'd do without him." He rubbed his stomach, his smile growing at thoughts of Esau. "He walked me off the ledge, and I was able to return, apologize to our new mate, and… I came out to him."

"How was it received?"

"Better than I'd feared, of course. He was… sweet. Accepting. I was lucky."

"Did you think he wouldn't?"

"I was terrified he wouldn't."

"Well, fate did pair you three up. They're your soulmates. Why would you think he wouldn't accept you?"

Joaquin thought a moment, how to put all the fear he'd had into words. "I guess it's easier to assume the worst versus getting my hopes up, only to have them dashed."

"Yeah, but that's no way to live. You manifest your own destiny. Assuming the worst brings the worst. Choose joy and that's what will come to you."

"Sounds like a lot of New Age, self-help crap to me."

Annie chuckled, the sound bringing a smile to Joaquin's face. "Maybe, but it's served me well. When I changed my outlook, the world rewarded me. I expected people to accept me as I am and more often than not, they did. But then, I don't pass like you do."

"Passing has its own challenges sometimes," Joaquin murmured.

"Want to talk about those challenges?"

Joaquin sat staring at his bare feet, not sure he was in the right head space for that, but the words came tumbling out. "I pass… yet never feel enough. My mates, both my mates, accept me. Esau has given me nothing but support, and I suspect Gideon will, too."

"Gideon Goode?"

Joaquin thought back to the night before and laughed. "To be honest, we didn't make it to last names. I don't know."

"Well, if he's a smart-mouthed, femme as hell, sexy little witch, then it was Gideon Goode." Annie laughed. "And you thought he wouldn't accept you? Dress wearing, gender-bending Gideon Goode?"

"I know, I know," Joaquin said, shaking his head at his own idiocy. "In the moment, all I could think about was him not seeing me as enough."

He could feel Annie's soft smile through the phone. "Because you don't see you as enough."

"Pretty much."

"And what is it that would make you feel enough, Joaquin?"

"To have been born a man? Think one of those witches over there could help me with that?"

Annie snorted. "Actually, they probably can. I've heard there's a recent addition to Gideon's coven. A body modifier named Nick, I think. I considered reaching out to him myself, but as I said last night, sometimes the cost of magic is way too high. I'm not willing to lose something I value to become the version of me I'd once dreamed of being. Not when I've already found acceptance and wholeness within." She paused. "If I were you, I'd work on finding that acceptance and wholeness within yourself, not under a witch's tattoo gun. Changing might not make you feel any more whole than you do right now."

Joaquin closed his eyes. It would make him feel whole. He knew it would, deep down in his soul. "There are some who can accept what they were given. I fear I'm not one of them."

"Look, hon, if you feel in your heart and soul that you need this, then you do whatever feels right to you. Every journey, transition or not, is personal. What was right for me, might not be for you. I just want you to remember that you can learn to love your body as it is." Annie paused, the sound of searching on the other end of the line. "I have the number of a great therapist. He's queer himself, nonjudgmental, and helped me on my path to where I am now. I'd love for you to talk to him and get some insight before making a drastic decision."

"Maybe later," Joaquin said. He wasn't into shrinks and didn't want to be rude. The door to the hotel room opened, and Esau appeared. "Hey, I appreciate you listening, but I need to go. My mate just got home."

"Okay," Annie murmured. "Well, I'm always around if you need to talk again. And one last thing…"

"Yeah?"

"I know jaguars are typically loners, but you're part human, too. You have a community here, a pack of your own, so don't forget that."

Joaquin smiled. "Thanks for that."

"Bye, Joaquin."

"Bye."

Esau leaned a hip on the breakfast bar between the kitchen and living space. "Who was that?"

"Annie."

"Who's Annie?"

"From the support group," Joaquin said, rising from the couch. "I called to talk things out with her about last night."

Esau winced. "Things I couldn't understand."

Joaquin crossed the room and wrapped his arms around Esau's waist. "You, my love, understand me in a way no one ever will. We've been through it all together."

"Almost all," Esau whispered.

"Almost all. Annie understands the part of me that's trans. It was nice having someone to talk to that about."

"Then I'm glad you have someone to talk to," Esau said, wrapping his arms around Joaquin's shoulders. "You seem at peace right now."

"I am. Annie told me there's a tattoo artist who's in Gideon's coven who specializes in body modification. I want to ask him about a full transition, if it's possible."

Esau searched his face. "I know it's something you've wanted for a long time."

"Yeah, and maybe there's another way."

"I'm happy for you." Esau kissed him, but Joaquin noted his smile ebbed.

"What?"

Esau widened his eyes. "What?"

"That look? Just now. After you said you were happy… you didn't look happy."

"I know magic is nothing to be trifled with. It can go wrong in the worst ways. I just don't want you getting your hopes up."

"Manifesting my destiny… or some shit like that. Expect what I want, and it will come to me."

Esau frowned. "What?"

"Something Annie said. Anticipate the bad and that's all that comes your way."

Esau cocked his head to the side. "Who are you and what have you done with Joaquin?"

Joaquin barked with laughter.

Esau smiled along with his amusement, but again it faded some. "I just want you to know that I love you, as you are. You are everything to me. If this is what you want, I'll love you just the same then, no different than right now."

Joaquin dragged Esau closer, resting his chin on his mate's shoulder. "I fucking love you. You know that?"

"I know that," Esau whispered back.

Gideon stoodin the waiting area of the tattoo shop, watching a slice of Salem outside the plate-glass window. They'd not exchanged numbers, like idiots, so he couldn't text and ask how long it would be before his mates arrived. They couldn't text him to give him an update. He'd heard them mention something about the train as they'd left that morning, so he assumed that's how they'd arrive. He'd checked the MTA schedule online to ensure there hadn't been any schedule changes, and had decided to work with the first-floor apprentices so he could keep lookout for his men while keeping himself occupied.

"Aren't you supposed to be working with the kiddos?" Atlas said from the front desk where he sat beside Betty, the new receptionist.

Gideon glanced over his shoulder at a much-improved Atlas who seemed to have finally kicked the evil tag lingering from that book. "Aren't you supposed to be finding us a spell, so I don't have to waste all my magic saving your ass?"

Atlas' eyes narrowed. "I've looked through every book known to witches that I can get my hands on and nothing. The only one I know for sure is in a book I'm not allowed to touch."

Gideon turned to glare at Atlas. For some reason, he and Atlas had never gotten along well. He wasn't sure what it was, but they were oil and water. Everyone else in the coven, he enjoyed or adored. Atlas? They just didn't mesh. "Well, perhaps if you'd been stronger, you could've handled that book. Maybe I should take a look."

Atlas sat back and grinned. "I'd like to see you try. It would tear you to shreds in an instant, little boy."

"Fuck you, Atlas."

Cassius appeared behind Atlas. "How about you two cool it? We have a full house down here, and the cost of their tattoo doesn't include dinner and a show."

Atlas and Gideon glared at one another but remained silent. Gideon turned back to eye the sidewalk, giving Atlas his back.

Cassius moved closer. "You seem in high spirits. Even with all that arguing with Atlas, I sense a happiness I haven't felt before. Could that be because you've met your mates?"

"Switch or Luca?"

"Huh?"

Gideon spun to face Cassius. "Did your mate sneak a peek or did Luca tell you?"

Cassius chuckled. "Luca."

"Of course he did. You two have been thick as thieves lately."

"Since forming his triad, he's a lot stronger. I've been able to give him some additional tasks, which has been a godsend. Him and Eli." Cassius smiled. "Luca also said Daniel approved of your pair."

Gideon couldn't help but smile. "He did. Hugged them both, too."

Cassius grinned. "I sense a newfound strength in you. You all haven't fully formed your triad, but it's given you a boost. A much needed one."

Gideon paused, realizing he didn't feel the pull of the magic drain as strongly. "I suppose it did." He paused, confusion settling in. "What exactly do you mean, I haven't fully formed a triad? My mate's mark is complete. What more is there to do?"

"It's not just the mark. It's a willingness of all parties to fully accept one another and to live a life together. It rarely happens immediately. It takes a little time to grow comfortable enough to make a commitment like that." Cassius' smile fell. "Or more than a little time."

Gideon knew Cassius had met their third, but the human had run. "I'm sure your day will come soon. Look at our coven. Luca's fully mated. Eli too. Now it seems to be my turn. Fate is smiling on Enchanted Ink to help chase away the darkness."

Cassius scoffed. "From your lips to the universe's ear. I hope you're right, on several fronts." He cocked his head to the side. "Any more visits from the Morning Star?"

"None, but I suspect he won't stay quiet long."

"Me either. Stay on alert."

Gideon nodded. "I plan to. I've also set appointments for both of my guys to get a protective tattoo from Eli."

"Smart thinking. Maybe we need to get Colby one, too."

"Luca already did," Gideon said.

"Of course he did," Cassius said, grinning.

A sensation called to Gideon from outside the building. "They're here. Gotta go."

"You should stay in h—" Cassius said as Gideon rushed outside.

He missed the final bit. His mind was already down the street and around the bend. The sun was nearly set, the dark enveloping the city, lights turning on around him. He rubbed his arms, shivering. He'd run out without a jacket in the cold January evening. As he reached the front of Bewitched Bites, Joaquin and Esau rounded the corner. He smiled, rushing closer, a strong wave of need slamming into him. Esau, dragged him closer, stealing a kiss before Joaquin snuck in one of his own.

The cold was forgotten as his mates hovered close, providing a bit of warmth. "I've missed you both."

"And we you," Esau said. He glanced to the side and back to Gideon. "Want to grab dinner before we head up?"

"Or we could just go up," Gideon murmured, grinning wickedly.

"When's the last time you ate?" Joaquin asked him.

"Ummm… I had some toast for breakfast." He thought about it a bit more. "I guess I did miss lunch." He eyed Joaquin. "How did you know I hadn't eaten? I didn't even remember."

Joaquin pinched his ass under his short skirt. "I sensed hunger. Both kinds."

"I didn't know shifters could do that."

"Predatorscan," Joaquin said before purring against his ear. "Not sure about prey shifters. Never asked."

"Well, if we're eating, let's make it fast." Gideon noticed the backpack slung over one of Joaquin's shoulders. "If, of course, we're prepared for more tonight?"

"Very prepared," Joaquin whispered, grinning.

A shiver raced down Gideon's spine. He leaned back against Esau. "And you? Are you prepared?"

"Just what should I be prepared for?" Esau asked against his ear.

"I believe I offered to let you two to twist me like a pretzel in that big bed upstairs last night. I was hoping the offer might be accepted tonight." He caressed the side of Joaquin's face. "If you're ready, of course, but I sense you are."

"I think we're all in a twisty kind of mood," Esau said.

Gideon shivered, unsure if it was the cold or his mates.

"Let's get you inside," Esau said, dragging him toward the door.

As soon as they were inside, Gideon spun, excited to see it was a ramen restaurant. "Oh, I could go for noodles, for sure!"

Graham appeared, all smiles. "Good evening, gentlemen. Table for three?"

"Yes, please," Gideon said, smiling back at him.

"Follow me."

Gideon glanced over his shoulder and offered a come-hither stare before following Graham toward the back of the restaurant. Graham slid a shoji door open into a private dining space. A low table with seating on the floor was inside.

"Please, remove your shoes, step inside, and have a seat," Graham said.

Both Esau and Joaquin kicked off their shoes and slid out of their jackets while Gideon tugged at the laces of his shitkickers. Graham used his magic to place the jackets on pegs along the walls.

"Want some help?" Esau asked Gideon.

"No, go on in. I need to talk to Graham for a second before I go in."

Esau and Joaquin stepped inside the dining room. Gideon waved a hand, and his boots were off his feet and rested beside his mate's shoes. He turned to Graham, grabbed both sides of the man's face, and planted a big kiss on the man's lips.

Graham startled before his face turned bright red.

"I owe you. Big time."

Graham chuckled. "No, you don't. They asked me to guess what they wanted and for some reason, I saw you and not food at first. After that, I sensed they belonged to you."

"Had you not forced me to sit down, I might not have met them."

"Fate would've made you guys cross paths eventually. I just helped it along a little." He leaned in a little closer. "This restaurant is yours for the night. No one else will be allowed in until after you've left, so you have privacy."

"Will you be our waiter?"

"No waiter. No menus. A predetermined tasting menu and beverages will appear on your table momentarily. You will be completely alone," Graham murmured. "As soon as I'm gone."

With a poof, Graham was gone.

Gideon spun and entered the dining room, bare feet over the tatami mats covering the floor. He took a seat between his mates and crossed his legs under him.

"No menu?" Esau asked.

"Nope, a tasting menu that will magically appear," Joaquin said.

Gideon gasped. "You heard all that, hmm?"

Joaquin tapped his earlobe. "Shifter hearing. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but…"

"Nothing was said that you couldn't overhear," Gideon said.

"Good thing I like Graham," Joaquin said. "Or I might've scratched his eyes out for that kiss."

"A kiss?" Esau asked, eyes widening.

"Thanking him… for forcing me to sit down in a Mexican restaurant last night when all I wanted was a sandwich, bag of chips, and to be mercifully left to go up to my apartment. Alone. Had he not practically dragged me to a seat near you, we would not have met."

"He deserved that kiss," Esau said to Joaquin over Gideon's head.

"That he did," Joaquin replied. "But that's the last one he gets."

Magic shimmered over the table.

"Hands back, guys," Gideon said.

A plate appeared in the center of the table with several types of sushi, along with a pot of tea, two bottles of Japanese beer, glasses, cups, chopsticks, and smaller plates.

Gideon clapped. "Oh, yeah!"

Esau lifted the chopsticks. "I'm going to make a mess."

"No worries. I'll clean you up," Gideon murmured before reaching over and deftly picking up a piece of sushi and popping it into his mouth.

Esau chuckled.

Seven small courses were served, each one more special than the last. A sashimi plate came after the sushi, followed by a vegetable dish that had Gideon moaning with delight. Joaquin especially enjoyed the flame-grilled fish. Gideon got his noodles, and Esau gave the hotpot rave reviews.

When their bellies were full, Gideon's other hunger, the one that had yet to be sated, roared to life—unwilling to be banked any further. He leaned into Joaquin and stole a kiss, alerting his shifter to his desire before turning to Esau to claim that mate's kiss, too.

Both men rose to their knees and crowded closer, peeling Gideon's shirt over his head. They nuzzled his neck while their hands worked to free him of the skirt. That, too, was pulled over his head and discarded atop his shirt. Underneath, he'd worn lingerie especially for them—a black corset, thong panties, and matching garter belt to hold his thigh-high stockings in place.

Joaquin growled, the sound sending goose bumps skimming over Gideon's skin. Esau captured his chin and stole the first kiss. Joaquin got the next. They shared him, sipping from his mouth in turns, while the other caressed every inch of him.

Esau grabbed one ass cheek and moments later, Joaquin grasped the other, both of them massaging him as they made him dizzy with their kisses.

"How far can we go tonight?" Esau asked.

"As far as we want," Gideon replied, looking between them. "Or are their limits? Tell me now so I don't cross them."

Esau chuckled. "No offense, but you ate more than me and I'm almost twice your size. When I bottom, I don't eat very much."

"One, I have a healthy appetite. My coven brothers claim I have a tapeworm, which I've lovingly named Marvin. Two, I'm not quite human. There won't be an issue." Gideon smiled. "You know, humans can eat and bottom, if you know the right foods to eat."

"I look forward to you teaching me. Later," Esau murmured, tugging on Gideon's thong. "Are you overdressed? I feel like you're overdressed."

"He is," Joaquin said, lifting his forefinger. A claw popped out and after a swiping of his hand, Gideon's thong was in tatters. "I'll buy you a new one. Ten new ones. One in every color of the rainbow and then some." He captured Gideon's lips in a hungry kiss.

Gideon smiled against Joaquin's lips. "I already have every color and then some. I look forward to showing them all to you both."

Esau leaned down and drew one of Gideon's nipples between his lips, nipping and suckling, as Joaquin dragged the shredded thong away. His shifter grabbed the base of his hard cock and stroked up toward the tip, milking a drop of pre-cum. Joaquin spread it over the head with his thumb before the downward stroke, earning a gasp from Gideon.

"Am I the only one who's going to be naked here?" Gideon whispered.

"Yes," Joaquin murmured. "Just you. Your pleasure is all that matters now."

Esau released his nipple. "Only you."

Gideon gasped, the mounting need growing stronger with each caress from his mates. Every lick, every nibble, every stroke. Knowing it was all for him alone was sexy as hell. The long line of random partners he'd had over the past weeks had satiated him to some degree, but his pleasure hadn't been their main objective, only secondary to their own. His mates focused solely on him and his need, and he luxuriated in that.

Joaquin handed Gideon's cock to Esau before he went exploring further.

"What's this?" Joaquin asked, his hand sliding over the base of the small anal plug Gideon had slid in place before coming downstairs.

He'd worn it all afternoon in preparation for a wild night of fun. "I wanted to be ready for you—if something happened."

Joaquin grinned, tugging on the plug. He pulled it halfway out before releasing it. Gideon moaned as his muscles dragged it back in tight.

"Oh, his cock liked that," Esau murmured. "It just shuddered in my hand."

"Lemme feel," Joaquin murmured. He cleared the plates from the center of the table before pushing Gideon back.

The pair of them lifted his legs and moved in closer. Joaquin drew Gideon's cock between his lips before sliding the plug out halfway again—and releasing it to sink back in.

"Oh, you're right," Joaquin agreed after he allowed Gideon's cock to pop from his lips. "He definitely liked that."

"My turn," Esau said before gobbling Gideon's cock, taking it to the back of his throat.

Joaquin again dragged the plug out, only this time, he didn't let it go. He fucked Gideon's ass with it, sawing in and out, as Esau suckled away. Gideon's back arched the second Joaquin sucked one ball into his hot mouth. The pair feasted on him, sharing the final dish left on the table. Their mouths were non-stop. When one tired, the other moved in to take over. They drove him to the edge, the plug slipping in and out, stretching his hole as they deep-throated his cock.

He was shaking by the end of it, seconds before he shattered against them, screaming their names. They fed on his seed, sharing that, too. When he fell back to Earth, he wasn't sure he could move.

"Let's get him upstairs," Joaquin murmured.

His mates haphazardly redressed him the best they could before Joaquin lifted him. Esau grabbed their belongings, and the pair went in search of the exit in back. The hallway was empty as he was carried to the elevator, thankfully. Gideon was only half aware they'd moved inside the car and were moving upward. At his front door, his mind cleared slightly.

Only because he desperately wanted to be inside, alone with his mates.

"Move me closer to the knob."

Joaquin did and he touched the bronze door handle, a brush of his magic allowing it to open. They were soon inside together, alone, as he'd craved. Gideon smiled as Joaquin handed him to Esau.

"I'll join you in a minute," Joaquin said, pulling his backpack over one shoulder.

"We'll be waiting," Esau said before Joaquin disappeared behind the closed door.

Esau laid him on the bed before kicking off his shoes and peeling his shirt over his head. Gideon growled at his first sight of bare skin. A light smattering of hair spread between his muscled pecs and another arrowed down to his belly button, and on farther under the waistband of his tented jeans. Jeans that Esau unbuttoned and pushed down his hips. Gideon rose on his elbows and watched the strip show, his body slowly coming back to life.

One orgasm wasn't enough. He needed more.

When he was down to his briefs, he paused. "I should catch you up a bit before Joaquin exits the bathroom."

Gideon nodded, eager to learn how to satisfy Joaquin—and what not to do.

"He uses a strapless strap-on and a pair of holster briefs to hold it in place. When he's wearing those, that's his cock. Don't call it a strap-on."

"Understood."

"He… ah… has a bit of dysmorphia, so be gentle. The strap-on, you can touch and suck, but the parts he was born with are off limits for the most part."

Gideon frowned. "Oh… how do I… how does he gain pleasure?"

Esau's lips firmed into a thin line, "He tells me that my pleasure is enough. The strap-on does give him friction, and he has come from using it, or so he says. He's a quiet comer, so it's hard to tell."

"That doesn't seem fair to him. He never bottoms, either?"

Esau sighed. "It doesn't, and no, he doesn't bottom, and we can't force him. One day, perhaps he'll accept his body as it is, but until that day, I accept the pleasure he gives. In time, I hope he'll welcome it from me." Esau paused, smiling. "From us."

Gideon returned the smile and caressed Esau's cheek. "And you allow him your body, submitting to his will, even if you'd wish the roles were sometimes reversed. So perhaps it's not so one sided, after all."

Esau dragged off his briefs, his massive, thick cock springing from the fabric and bobbing in front of him.

"Jesus, Esau!"

Esau lifted his head, confused. "What?"

It had to be the girthiest cock Gideon had ever seen—and he'd seen a lot of them. Gideon guessed it was at least soda-can-thick, and bobbed, leaking pre-cum. It was slightly above-average length, but made up for it in thickness.

"You're huge!" Gideon licked his lips, eager to feel that cock between his lips… and later driving hard into him. But he'd told them he could take two. Esau alone was as thick as two.

"Sorry?"Esau smiled.

"Get over here," Gideon murmured, realizing he should've worn a bigger plug.

Holding Gideon's gaze, Esau crawled in beside him. Gideon dropped back to the pillow and hungrily kissed his mate. When he was breathless, Esau lifted away and stared down at him.

Gideon reached down to caress Esau's cock. "Tonight, I submit to you." He stroked Esau up and down. "And repay you for some of your years of loving patience."

Esau shivered against him, eyelids dropping lower. "It's not one-sided. There's nothing to repay. I love him and give him what he needs. He returns that with pleasure." He brushed his lips against Gideon's. "No different than any other relationship, if you think about it."

Gideon could see desire raging in Esau's eyes. "Perhaps one-sided was the wrong term, as I can tell he pleases you well. I only meant that you've overlooked your need to be the giving partner, surrendering to his—because you love him. Now, with me, you can have both."

Esau stole another kiss, moaning. "That I can."

"Esau can have both what?"

Gideon glanced toward the end of the bed where Joaquin stroked his big, glistening brown cock, his fist wrapped around it tight. He smiled at his shifter. "Both of us… he can fuck me while you fuck him." Gideon smiled. "And then perhaps you can both fuck me at the same time."

A slow smile spread over Joaquin's face. "He and I… inside you at the same time?"

He hesitated for a second, eyeing Joaquin's cock. It was almost as thick as Esau's and that gave him pause. Sure, he'd had two inside him before, but not two like those—but he was always game to try, especially since they were his men.

The sides of Gideon's lips curled up. "Yes, please. For round two, that is. I need a little more stretching first."

"Wouldn't this be round two?" Joaquin asked. "Round one had you screaming our names downstairs."

"We don't have to get technical," Gideon said, grinning wickedly. "Just get in here and let's finish what we started, hmm?"

"Don't have to ask me twice," Joaquin murmured, crawling closer after he tossed a bottle of lube onto the bed.

The pair surrounded him, one big, sexy man on either side. They started kissing him, one after the other, sharing his mouth. When one was kissing, the other nibbled at his neck, shoulder, and chest—their hands roamed his body, baiting the flames to grow once more. Gideon reached for Esau's hard shaft, stroking it with one palm. Not to leave Joaquin out, he did the same, stroking them both as they robbed him of conscious thought with their mind-numbing kisses.

Esau broke their kiss and rolled on top, spreading Gideon's legs wide. He slid out the plug and tossed it to the floor beside them. "Gimme some of that lube, Keeno."

"Keeno?" Gideon asked, his voice slurring. He was drunk on their heat and fire.

Joaquin handed over a bottle of lube.

"Wah-keen," Esau enunciated as he poured lube into his palm. "Keeno."

"Aahh," Gideon mumbled, more concerned with the slick fingers pressing against his hole and stretching him apart. "I like it."

"The nickname or the finger fucking your hole's getting?" Esau asked.

"Both," Gideon replied. "But I could use another."

"Your wish is my command," Joaquin whispered against his ear. He lowered his hand and slipped a finger of his own beside Esau's.

Gideon's back arched. He moaned against Joaquin's searching lips as they fingerfucked him harder.

"What a pretty, pink hole," Esau murmured. "Can't wait to fill it with my big cock."

"Who said you get to go first?" Joaquin asked after he tore his lips from Gideon's.

Esau grinned. "You can fuck me while I fuck him… then we can share him together. Remember?"

"Fair enough," Joaquin chuckled. He turned back and captured the moans coming from Gideon's lips.

Esau leaned back on his haunches, pouring more lube into his palm and slathering Gideon's anus with another coating. He covered his own cock with it before pressing the head against Gideon's ass. "You ready for me, sweetheart?"

Gideon broke Joaquin's kiss. "Gimme…"

Esau chuckled. After they'd removed their fingers, Esau pressed his weight against Gideon, the head popping through the tight band of nerves. Gideon gasped at the sensation, moaning as Esau sank deeper and deeper into him, stretching him wide. Once he was balls deep, he paused, searching Gideon's face.

"How's that?"

"Good," Gideon whispered, breathing through the tight pull until he relaxed around Esau's girth. "Damn, you've got a fat cock."

Esau grinned. "Is that a problem?"

"Fuck no," Gideon said. "Now get on with it…"

"Yes, sir," Esau replied, grinning. He drew out a few inches before sliding back slowly. The next was a longer stroke, a little faster on re-entry. Within a few thrusts, Esau was giving Gideon the fucking he wanted.

"Damn, Esau," Gideon muttered. "Gimme more."

Esau paused, grabbing Gideon's ankles and lifting his legs higher. He turned his attention to Joaquin. "You joining us?"

"I've never had the enjoyment of watching you fuck someone. I'm good right here… for now."

Esau stared into Joaquin's eyes when he resumed moving. The pair of them shared something unspoken. Gideon didn't need to know their little secrets, not when Esau's cock was doing a fine job of rearranging his insides. He had the rest of their lives to learn those secrets.

For the moment, he was simply happy to be in their arms, his body claimed by theirs in the age-old dance of new mates.

Joaquin lifted Gideon's leg higher so he could get a better view of Esau's cock sliding in and out of him. "Fuck, that's hot."

Gideon batted at Esau's arm. "Off."

Esau frowned. "Am I getting kicked out?"

"No," Gideon murmured. "I think I'm ready for two."

Esau grinned. "Already?" He pulled out and helped Gideon to his feet, standing on the bed.

Gideon urged Esau to slide under him. After another coating of lube, he sat on Esau's cock and slowly impaled himself on it. "Fuuuucccckkkkk…."

Once he had Esau deep, he bucked his hips, fucking his mate's cock a few times before he leaned back and offered himself to Joaquin. "Wanna join the party?"

"Damn, I can't see," Esau muttered.

"You watched your cock disappear in his pretty bussy," Joaquin said, scrambling to his knees and pressing between Gideon's splayed legs. "And you got him first. This is mine."

"Fair enough,"Esau parroted Joaquin's earlier sentiment.

Joaquin smiled, coating himself with lube. "Oh, baby, you're fucking gorgeous, you know that? Your hole spread wide around our mate's cock…" Joaquin whistled lowly. "It'll look even sweeter with mine added."

"Then stop talking and do it," Gideon demanded, his back arching simply at the thought of both of them inside, stretching him wide.

"Impatient," Joaquin growled. He moved into position, pressing the head of his cock against Gideon's asshole. "Ready?"

"Born ready," Gideon whispered. "I'm a greedy bitch. Gimme your cock."

"Delighted to," Joaquin replied, surging forward.

Gideon gasped at the tight pull, a momentary pain slicing through him before the pleasure came. When both men were deep inside them, he pulled Joaquin to him, needing a moment to adjust.

"You okay?" Joaquin asked.

"Yeah," Gideon said. "Just need a sec."

"You talk a good game," Joaquin whispered before pressing gentle kisses against Gideon's forehead. He chuckled. "Mr. Powerbottom."

"Hey,you never told me Esau's cock was as thick as two cocks. And yours is almost as thick. You've stretched me to my limits." Gideon smiled. Rising up and back down, getting them both a fraction of an inch deeper and dragging moans from them both. "Okay… I'm good. Wreck my hole, Keeno."

"With pleasure," Joaquin murmured. He drew out and slid home, earning a grunt from Gideon. "How's that?"

"More,"Gideon demanded.

And he got it in spades. The pair used his body and made it theirs. Joaquin hooked his legs over powerful arms while Esau's fingers dug into his hips, guiding him down onto their cocks. Gideon had little ability to move more than his head, which continued to loll back as he was overtaken. They commanded his body, forming it for their own need, transporting him to another realm of pleasure he'd never experienced.

Looking down, he could see the head of Joaquin's cock pressing against his flat belly from within, poking out with every thrust. He watched it, mesmerized, until Joaquin captured his lips again, the hunger not yet sated.

They moved again, trading places, him still trapped within their strong grips as they took control of his body. He smiled, loving every second of it. That smile morphed into something else as he rode the edge between pleasure and pain. Another orgasm built, threatening to shatter him.

If he'd thought the one downstairs had been powerful, he'd had no idea. His body stiffened the second it hit, a scream tearing from his lips as he came so hard, little black dots littered his vision. He feared he'd pass out from it, the intensity so strong he couldn't breathe. Pink light filled the room around him, the very color of his magic. When his lungs burned and he feared death, he gasped for air, shaking violently.

Through it, he heard both Joaquin and Esau cry out, the sound muffled to his ears. They stiffened against him, their fingertips bruising as they held him tight.

When it was over, he collapsed atop Joaquin, his arms and legs unable to move. Joaquin panted under him. Esau over top. His eyes were wide, his mouth open.

"What was that?"

Gideon couldn't speak. He dragged more air into his lungs before speaking. "What was what?"

"The light. Was that your magic?"

"I don't know," Gideon whispered. "I saw the light and thought I was seeing things."

Esau slipped from him before collecting Gideon's legs and helping Joaquin pull out, too. After, they arranged him between their heaving bodies, his limp, boneless form unable to move. Esau grabbed the back of his head and captured a bruising kiss. "Fuck, baby… I've never experienced anything like that before." He looked past Gideon. "Joaquin?"

Gideon struggled to move. He dragged his head over when Joaquin didn't speak.

"I heard that scream, Joaquin," Esau whispered. "You've never come like that for me."

"His magic…" Joaquin said. "It… his magic… touched me."

Gideon rolled over with great effort, fear he'd done something wrong. "I didn't attempt that… I don't even know what it was."

Joaquin's mouth was a tight line. He turned to look at Gideon, one corner hitching ever so slightly. "It was good."

"Just good?" Gideon asked.

"It was… magical," Joaquin murmured before stealing a kiss.

"I'll take magical," Gideon whispered before resting his head on Joaquin's shoulder and drifting off to sleep.