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“What’s this about being a fallen god that isn’t the actual issue?” Sylus asks, tone carefully conversational.
“That can wait, since I’d rather not repeat myself,” Zayne replied, accepting a carton of eggs. He cracked a few and began whisking them with some white soy sauce and sake. Meanwhile, Sylus washed rice, and started to fry bacon.
They danced easily around each other, both comfortable in one another's space. Zayne took notice, “I’m surprised you cook for yourself.”
Sylus chuckled, “I gave the staff the day off in the interest of privacy, and I like to cook. The Twins will likely still turn up at some point. They live here, after all.”
“How much do they know?”
“That my word is absolute. They are excellent lieutenants and assassins.”
Zayne rolled his eyes. Again, the man told a disconcerting truth that didn’t actually answer the question.
“What about you? Dragon?” Zayne couldn’t keep the skepticism out of his voice.
Sylus’ smile was all sharp angles and sharper teeth. “Dragon.”
“Care to prove it?”
“What, the eye that can see desires and being wealthy beyond your imagination isn’t enough?”
“Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.”
Sylus chuckled, “I should have expected you to cite Sagan. Man of science that you are.”
He hummed in thought. “I do have a rather simple way of proving myself, but it is tiring and I’d rather wait.”
You chose that moment to come slinking out of Sylus’ bed, having stolen one of his button down shirts to replace yours…that you hadn’t been able to locate. You were grateful that he was taller than you and that the shirt fell to mid thigh, because you hadn’t found anything suitable to use as underwear, and no, Sylus’ boxer-briefs, while silky, didn’t count, mostly because they wouldn’t fit.
“Something smells delicious,” you comment as you slide into a seat at the table.
Sylus smirks and sets a plate in front of you with a rolled omelette, rice, and bacon.
“Eat up. We burned a lot of energy last night and you need to replenish.”
You thank him for the food, and grin at Zayne, you recognize those perfectly neat rolled layers. As you shovel food into the empty hole that is your stomach, in between bites you ask, “So… Who wants to start?”
The men exchange glances, a silent argument that is both endearing in how they’ve settled together, and aggravating.
Sylus caves first, “Yours makes for better breakfast conversation. I’ll need at least some space.”
You turn your attention to Zayne, cocking an eyebrow.
He sighs. “Very long story short, we were gods in parallel worlds. My godhood was somewhere between truth and technology. You were a goddess in truth, and your Niavia was flourishing. My world was dying, and would have taken yours with it. I sacrificed my godhood to split them apart.” He took a breath like he wanted to add something, but shook his head. “That’s not the complicated part. Bizarre, yes. Complicated, no.”
He hesitated for a long moment, so you made an encouraging noise and said, “Then what is?”
“It’s twofold,” he replied with a sigh. “That’s not the only life I remember with you. And…” he trailed off again.
Sylus reached out and grasped the other man’s hand, forcing it to unfurl and providing silent support.
Zayne’s eyes widened in surprise, but he was able to continue, “The god Astra of this universe has tapped me multiple times to either be his prophet or oversee the Fractal Library. This life, he wishes me to retire to the Library and stay there.”
“But…you’re a doctor,” you blurt.
“I am. But He punishes me when I don’t obey.”
Sylus’ lips pulled into a tight, hard line. That meant it wasn’t Zayne’s choice, and he hummed to himself. He’d never hunted an actual God but it sounds like it might be fun. Especially, with you and Zayne at his back, there would be very little—if anything—that would pose an actual threat.
An uneasy silence settled over the three of you as you finished eating.
You turn expectantly to Sylus. He nodded, “In our first life together, I was a dragon, called fiend, by the humans on Philos.”
“Philos?!” you squawk.
He raised an eyebrow and nodded, “So… Lumiere has admitted that much to you, at least. Yes. That Philos.”
Noting the baffled look on Zayne, Sylus clarified, “Philos is a planet, and a galactic sector, on the other side of the Deepspace Tunnel. Whether it’s this planet’s past or future, I couldn’t tell you.”
He closes his eyes as his face goes stony, “Kitten gave me half her soul and I gave her half of mine in return.” His red eyes slid open, “You killed me, Kitten; you’re the only one who can. We’ve been through several cycles together. Sometimes friends. Sometimes lovers.”
Zayne leaned forward in his seat, “How do you know Philos is on the other side of the Deepspace Tunnel?”
Sylus’ sharp smile returned, “Because I came through it, of course. Same as your Lumiere.” An amused huff, “I do believe he recognizes me. I was rather notorious on the other side.”
“Why’d you risk it?” You knew Xavier had been looking for a way to save Philos, but what would drive a man like Sylus to take the risk?
“You really need to ask?” He drawled.
At your blank expression, “I felt the other half of my soul for the first time in too long. Of course I came looking.”
You stare at him. He levelly holds your gaze without flinching and a lost memory stirs. “…Wait. The explosion at the lab…you…you got me out, didn’t you?”
“Oh, did that memory finally return? I’m not sure what they did to you, but yes, I took advantage of the chaos to get you out.”
The memory was gone as fast as it came, “Damn it. There was a flash and it’s gone.”
Zayne and Sylus both reach out to grip your balled fists. “EVER has a lot to answer for.”
Eventually your hands relax enough that the guys let go, allowing the three of you to eat in silence for a time.The only sound heard was cutlery on plates before even that becomes silent. The sudden sound of a chair screeching back has you jumping a little bit, looking over at Sylus in mild panic.“No time like present. Follow me.”
The other two did so, finding a formal garden of beautiful rose bushes and manicured topiaries surrounding a large lawn masked behind the high walls of the compound. You make a mental note to ask Sylus how things manage to grow here, given the lack of natural sunlight, and his subsequent love of gardens and natural places outside the N109.
“This should be enough,” Sylus mutters to himself.
“Stand back. I’m going to need space.” He swiftly stripped out of his clothing, folding it neatly and handing it to you. You and Zayne both blushed and tried not to stare, to Sylus’ obvious amusement.
He posed for a second, clearly enjoying the attention, then his form … wavered. You really weren’t sure what to make of it. He just went blurry around the edges, then obsidian horns curled up from white hair, and scales rippled down his body, hands fully covered in scales that seemed like gauntlets. A scorpion-like tail sprouted, and from the way he flexed and stretched it, it certainly looked prehensile.
He was…feral in appearance, yet still possessed an air of refinement.
You and Zayne exchange confused glances, tail aside, this iteration pretty well proved his claims, and would have fit in the house.
Then his wings revealed themselves and oh. You gasp, eyes growing wide with awe. He comfortably had a five meter wingspan, if not larger, and that fully explained him wanting more space. They were beautiful, obsidian with red, leathery like the legends, bat-like, a fine fabric of near-translucent skin stretched thin between elegant bone structures.
You take a step forward but Zayne catches your wrist, shaking his head slightly. You give him a confused look before you realize Sylus’ form is wavering again.
More scales ripple out and his form increases in size, this shift is faster, and before you really get a chance to process it, a huge European style dragon is before you. Obsidian scales and ruby eyes that were nearly as tall as you.
You move forward as though in a trance, hand stretched out to touch the snout that was your lover’s true form. “You’re beautiful,” you breathe. Sylus ducks his head, looking away from you, clearly embarrassed by the praise. “I’m serious, Sylus, this is…wow.”
Zayne followed you, running his hands along the eye ridges, muttering to himself about anatomical impossibilities.
You grin, having heard the mutterings, “You haven’t even made it to his wings yet, Zayne.”
Zayne scoffs softly before shifting to look closer at the wings, failing to hide his intrigue. Sylus stretches out the wing closest to Zayne allowing their Doctor to get a closer look, and trembles under the feather light touch upon his wing membranes.
You can’t quite make out what Zayne is saying, but you hear enough words about anatomy that you can guess his mind is in full overdrive over the creature in front of him.
You, on the other hand, are intrigued by the scales that cover Sylus’ body. With feather light touches, you slide your fingers along them. What you thought were going to be polished smooth actually have a bit of roughness to them, and they are warm. It's an interesting sensation and you wrap your arms around his neck, sinking into the warmth. “Now this is what I need on a winter day.” You murmur softly. “A large, warm dragon to snuggle.”
Sylus lets out a pleased rumble, vibrating you from the contact.. “Didn’t know you liked cuddling dragons, Kitten.”
A soft chuckle escapes your lips. “Neither did I, but a hot dragon in winter; an icy god in summer. Best of both worlds.” You give a small smirk as your hands slowly run along the scales across his neck, enjoying seeing the normally polished man tremble under the gentle touch.
Zayne on the other hand is still highly intrigued by Sylus’ wings. Steady fingers slowly slide up the sensitive membranes venturing to the top of the wings. Another pleased rumble was felt more than heard as the wandering hands continued upwards.
Feeling Sylus's head tilt down, you pull back to gaze upon him. “You are certainly enjoying the attention. Aren't you?” You ask him, amused by the gleam in his crimson eyes.
A deep purring chuckle was his response as he ducks his head a little. Spying his horns now within reach, your hand reaches up to tenderly run along the ridges as the same time Zayne's hand runs along the top of the wing before him.
The reaction is intense.
A deep shudder rushes through Sylus's body and a subsonic groan rumbles out of him that is more felt than heard. The sound courses through you, sending a sudden heat pooling deep in your still tender core. Ruby eyes flash with unexpected desire as he stares at you.
“Oh…..” You breathlessly gasp out.
Zayne glances over at you, then at where your hands and his are at. A calculated look crosses his face. “It seems horns and wings are a highly sensitive erogenous zone for dragons,” he points out, with a devious grin.
A flash of understanding crosses your eyes as a smile creeps across your lips. “Really now….. how utterly fascinating.” You all but purr out as your hand wraps around Sylus's horn gently. In a slow, almost agonizing pace, your hand moves upwards, drawing out another low rumble that vibrates through your bone.
A cheeky thought crosses your mind. Just how long can he handle the teasing?
A sly glance at Zayne from over Sylus's head earns you a small nod as you both continue to tease. Eventually Sylus cracks with a low rumble that is felt with your very being, and it wasn’t audible..
In a blink of an eye, you are pinned against the grass with a naked, half dragon, Sylus above you. One taloned hand cradles the back of your head, protecting you even as his other spreads your thighs. Crimson eyes flash with desire as his head drops to your neck, nipping the soft skin over your pulse.
Abruptly, his warmth is gone and you lay there, bewildered to hell, and cold, his borrowed shirt rising up your thighs. As you push yourself into sitting, a flurry of snowflakes dance across your skin as Zayne holds a chain made of ice that is attached to ... is that a collar of ice around Sylus's neck?
Your eyes grow wide as Zayne towers over Sylus, chain holding him in place, kneeling on the grass before Zayne. Sylus’ face goes blank with shock as his clawed hand reaches up to touch the ice around his neck.
“Naughty dragon.” Zayne states softly, tone low. “It seems like you need to learn your place.”
The expression of shock turns to one of wicked delight as Sylus turns his gaze up at Zayne from under his lashes.
“And if I don’t care to?” Sylus responds dryly as the black-red mist of his evol gathers around the ice at his neck. Testing for weak spots, a place to break it and change the game. He found none. Something between resentment and lust flared in his eyes, causing Zayne’s smile to widen, a cruel twist within it.
“There are better uses for that mouth than snark,” replies Zayne, unbuckling his belt.
A smirk teased Sylus lips, as he arched an eyebrow in response. His hands lifted to assist Zayne with his pants, but a grunt of surprise is pulled from his throat as his arms are yanked behind him, bound by a pair of ice cuffs with a fine chain of ice running from his wrists to his neck, forcing his shoulders back and showing off the planes of his chest and the ruby at the center.
“Did I say you could touch?”
Zayne finished removing his pants, taking the time to fold them neatly, ensuring the crease would remain. Leaving Sylus bound on his knees. Sylus squirmed, fighting the restraints, and Zayne levels a scolding look at him, “If you’re a good boy, you’ll get your reward. Keep fighting, and I’ll leave you wanting while I take her.” Sylus stilled, instantly. You, on the other hand, feel a pulse between your thighs at the thought of Sylus being forced to watch and you stay seated on the grass, as the hem of your borrowed shirt rises far enough up that your core is almost on display.
Zayne laughed, low and dark, an echo of Sylus’ from the day before, the roles fully reversed. “Good Boy,” he praised, taking his half-hard cock in hand and starting to massage it lightly.
“Open your mouth,” Zayne ordered, with no doubt Sylus would obey.
Sylus did so, with a bit of glare, choking as Zayne hilted in one smooth motion, forcing himself right down the back of the other man’s throat. Zayne knotted his hand in Sylus’ hair, and set an unforgiving pace.
Finally getting off of the grass, you walk to stand to the side of Sylus, and watch with immense gratification. Hearing Sylus suck and moan around Zayne, and Zayne’s moans in response was downright erotic. Zayne gazed down upon Sylus with a startling possessiveness that was intoxicating. As your eyes travel Sylus’s body, you see a patch of smooth shiny scales where his cock should have been. Your head cocks as you kneel beside him, still listening to the sounds of Sylus whimpering and moaning as your fingertips trail down the scales along his hips.
A shiver is your reward and your gaze is so focused on the scales you’re playing with that you don’t notice crimson eyes staring down at you, desire evident in his gaze. Zayne reaches out to fist silver hair as his cock slips out. “Eyes on me Dragon,” he commands.
Letting out a low growl, Sylus looks back up at Zayne, and the soaking cock before him. “That's a good Dragon. Pay attention to me.” His cock smacks against Sylus’s face a couple of times, leaving some wet drool marks before he shoves his cock back into the dragon's mouth.
Hearing the commands, your gaze is drawn upwards as well, heart skipping a beat. To see Zayne so…. Imperious… was out of his normal reserved character but damn the dominance on him was sexy. Out of your peripheral view you see a twitch that draws your gaze. Glancing down, you see the scales starting to part, a slit opening up ever so slightly, with two round objects peeking out. With wide eyes, you watch as two cocks slide out as they harden as Sylus gets more aroused. Broadly, they were the same shape as mortal cocks, but had gentle ridges following the scales that covered them. The heads were tapered, leading to a much wider base. Scales instead of hair drew his treasure trail and you reached out to run your hands along it, slowly moving downwards to where his dual dicks were growing in size.
In his draconian form, his dicks are a bit larger than his human form and you can’t help but feel a bit intimidated; after all—this was only your second time doing anything sexual. The shivers and groans from Sylus as both of you tease him make you lean closer, lips pressing against the bulging biceps as his hands are still cuffed behind him. It’s a nice look for him, different from his usual perfect control. Seeing him willing to cede that to someone else, trust someone else made your heart twist in the best way.
Sylus groans around Zayne when your fingers trace from the first cock to the second, then to the slit, you couldn’t help but be fascinated at the difference.
“Shit,” Zayne mutters, “I’m close…”
Sylus rumbles, causing Zayne’s hips to stutter, cumming with a strangled moan. Not a single drop spilled as Sylus pulls back with a smirk, licking his lips as he looks down at you.
“Kitten, that level of teasing shouldn’t be allowed.”
Freezing in position at his words, your gaze locks onto his. A sudden red and black mist appears and his arms are free. Before you even have a chance to blink, Zayne’s back is on the grass and you’ve been tossed on him. Zayne’s arms wrap around your hips, reflexively steadying you, before sliding down to grasp your rear, spreading your cheeks. The cool air sends shivers down your still swollen core, and a small head tilt shows Sylus stroking his cocks as he gazes upon the sight.
“Zayne?” You ask, eyes widening as you hope both aren't about to go into you at the same time.
“Shhhh…. Don’t worry.” Zayne whispers as he pulls you down for a deep kiss. His tongue pushes deep into your mouth, drawing a little moan as you feel Sylus rubbing against your swollen folds.
Large hands grab onto Zayne, bringing his rear up a little. One cock is pressed against his ass, pushing in a little before the second one is pressed against your pussy. Your eyes grow large at the tapered tip pushing in, a new sensation as the ridges slowly push in.
That’s when it hits you. One cock in you, the other in Zayne.
Zayne’s hands grip tighter around your ass as pleasure rocks through his body and you feel him hardening again. A sudden quick thrust from Sylus rocks you both as he buries himself almost to hilt, stretching and filling you both at the same time.
You grip onto Zayne tighter, the force of Sylus’ thrust nearly enough to make you lose your balance.
Sylus groans, folding himself over to kiss along your spine. “Fuck. Both of you. So goddamn tight.”
He shifts slightly, letting you both get used to the feel of him, until you wiggle a bit, trying to give Zayne’s hardening cock space to grow.
Zayne let out a whoof of breath as though he’d been punched. “Darling…” he moaned.
Sylus’ claws dug into your hips as he pulled nearly out, before sliding back in a smooth thrust that had you both feeling every single ridge and bump, the motion grinding your clit against Zayne.
Now certain of your stability, Sylus picked up speed, the motion rocking your clit against Zayne’s cock with every thrust. The sound of slapping skin, moans, and the occasional attempt at something that might be a name filled the air.
“Shit. I’m…” Zayne managed to choke out, before his ass clamped down on Sylus’ lower dick; the spasms and hot fluid coating the space between you both pushed you over the edge almost simultaneously.
Sylus managed to hang on for a few thrusts more, then you and Zayne were both hit with the sensation of pulse after pulse of Sylus’ orgasm, both cocks cumming at the same time.
Zayne looked at you with desire, delight, devotion, and pulled you into another kiss as Sylus allowed his softening cocks to slip out.
The three of you curl together, a sleepy cuddle pile wrapped in the warmth of Sylus’ wings when an, “Oh, shit.” came from the vicinity of the door, with a, “Boss? HEY BOSS, did you know there was a…dragon?…” shouted back into the manor.
Sylus unfolded his wings from around you, but kept one spread to protect you from the eyes of the Twins, and sat up. “Boys. You’re too loud.”
Two distinct thumps were heard as Luke and Kieran sat down hard. “Boss…?” They said in unison, voices small and unsure.
Sylus dragged a clawed hand down his face when Zayne snickered, “So you hadn’t told them this part.”
“Go wait in the dining room. I’ll answer some of your questions when I’ve had a chance to clean up.”
Before the twins even have a chance to respond, red-black mist surrounds the three of you, depositing you back in Sylus’ bedroom. The wings and horns melt away into the remainder of the mist, leaving behind smooth pale skin and paler hair.
“Soooo…” you start. “Do we treat the twins as your kids or your lieutenants for this?” You pause. “What is this?”
Sylus rubbed a hand across his face. “Just bare bones truth. Yes, I’m a dragon. Yes, the three of us are in a relationship.”
Zayne cocked an eyebrow, “Is that so?”
“Dragons play for keeps, Doc.”
Zayne sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I should have seen that coming, to be honest.”
Sylus headed to the bathroom, calling over his shoulder, “We should get cleaned up.” Catching his reflection in the mirror, his hand rose to his neck. The ice collar Zayne had shackled him with was still there, but reduced to a skintight rime that moved with him as he breathed.
“Doc. The fuck is this?” He pointed at his throat, eyes flashing with barely restrained anger.
Zayne smirked. “You’re not the only one playing for keeps, Dragon.”
You walk over to Sylus, reaching up to gently run your fingers along the rime. “I think it suits you, Sylus. Though…..” Your gaze travels back to Zayne and you motion Sylus to come down. Whispering into his ear as it lowers, your lips curl into a playful smirk.
“Ah…. That is devious, Kitten,” purrs Sylus as he saunters back over to the confused and somewhat concerned Zayne. Pulling the man closer, Sylus forces his tongue into his mouth, twirling their tongues together. As Zayne melts, he doesn’t notice the red and black mist swirling around his neck until Sylus pulls back, caressing the collar, a thin band of red-black energy, closed with a small heart-shaped lock.
Zayne felt the light buzz of the energy on his neck once the kiss broke and his eyes darted to the mirror.
“…seriously? A heart?”
“Well. You are a heart surgeon,” Sylus drawled.
Seeing your two loves kissing and marking one another has your heart racing with desire and perhaps a little bit of jealousy, though you squash that feeling rapidly. It has no place in your ménage à trois. Hearing their banter has you struggling to control your giggles and a quick thought has you attempting to hide it behind your hand and a weak sounding cough, you couldn’t fool them. Not with the way your eyes twinkle with mirth and how your shoulders are shaking.
Two sets of eyes turn to gaze upon your poorly concealed mirth. One with a bit of a scowl, though his eyes twinkle mischievously, and the other looks very proud of himself. “What is so funny?” Zayne grumbles, walking over towards you. A slow saunter that promises retribution.
“N-N-Nothing!” You stammer out, still attempting to hide the giggles. “It suits you!” Your eyes betray how much this amuses you.
One of Zayne’s fingers comes out to gently touch a spot along your neck, his cool touch causing a small shiver down your spine. “You like seeing us collared?” Zayne asks, his tone unreadable.
You hesitate before you look up at him, your eyes searching his as you attempt to figure out his mood. A sudden sense of unease comes across as you worry that you might have said something wrong. Sylus takes this chance to come up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. “Feeling a little jealous, Kitten?” The voice purred next to your ear.
“I wouldn’t say that,” A small, teenie, tiny pout crosses your lips.
That same cool finger tilts your head up and soon Zayne’s lips are on you. It's a distraction for sure, but you fall for it all the same. You can’t help but be excited as you feel their evols wrapping around your neck and as the kiss breaks off, your hand comes up to gently touch the choker there. A warm and fuzzy feeling crosses your chest as you turn and head into the bathroom, wanting… Needing to see.
Standing before the mirror, your eyes gaze upon the most beautiful choker you have ever seen. A beautiful blend of your two lovers. The base is Sylus’s handiwork, red and black mist woven through a lattice of lace rime, with a snowglobe pendant that fell right at the hollow of your throat. The snowglobe is a miniature marvel, red and black mist base, perfectly transparent ice for the globe, and snowflakes that flutter every breath.
Your fingers reach up, almost afraid to touch the gift. Seeing the men appear in the mirror, you spin to gaze upon them, emotions flashing across your face as you rush forward to wrap your arms around them both. “It's beautiful.”
“You're beautiful.” Zayne whispers, his hand coming out to caress your cheek lovingly.
“Suits you, Kitten.”
A smile crosses your lips. “Now no one can deny what we are.”