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It's only a matter of a few months to determine that Arkady is not in his domain. What's odd is that it should have taken him a shorter amount of time than that, but there seems to be conflicting information on whether or not Arkady is dead, which is unusual at best and somewhat alarming at worst.

It doesn't seem like he ever made it to the Underworld (no one possesses the power to escape once fully there), but it's possible that he stopped along the way there and turned back. That alone isn't all that unusual. Plenty of people destined for his realm were in comas, or had near-death experiences. There were stops along the way, metaphorically speaking, before the point of no return. But what's odd about Arkady is that there's debate in what Ereuvir can sense on where he belongs.

It's not enough that he would normally do something like this, take this kind of time, but Ashley's description of his brother has him intrigued as does the bits and pieces of their story he's picked up, and how angry Ashley had seemed about Arkady being alive when he had told him. Or perhaps just disappointed? He wasn't entirely sure.

Ashley has been... complex to deal with, but immensely satisfying, and he can't help but keep wondering about the entire story, the other half. And so, he started trying to track Arkady through the world of the living.

It doesn't work, of course. He has no powers above, even with someone who perhaps needs to be below. But eventually, he's not sure why, he has the idea to hone in on Ashley's remains, which he is innately and easily able to do... and when he discovers that they're in separate places, it's almost a foregone conclusion that he would track them down.

Which brings him here. The door of a manor and an ostensibly human, ostensibly modern sort of look for himself. He doesn't have a "plan", really, but he doesn't intend to be particularly subtle, either, beyond his current appearance, which is an expensive, tailored suit in a deep shade of blue, almost black, every bit of him screaming businessman or possibly noble, despite the fact that he's unaccompanied and rather casually just knocking on the door.

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"And yet I did come back for you. You're my whole world, why wouldn't I come back for you?" Arkady sounds more offended than upset. This should be a joyous moment, having Ashley back in his arms, speaking to him again, and declaring his love all over again. But he thought they would be exchanging kisses and words of affection, not arguing.

"I kept your skull, and loved it every day, as if you were still with me." A thin, long-fingered hand strokes Ashley's cheek, right at the cheekbone.

This has started off amusing, but it's very quickly growing less so for Ereuvir. He's aware that Ashley can be a petulant child about things, but this really is churlish and immature to a level that he's unamused with. He's broken some of his own rules to do this and Ashley's being a brat about it and, well, Arkady doesn't have the same history, here, but Ereuvir does rather like what he's seen of him so far and he's fairly sure he doesn't deserve it.

Perhaps someone less self-assured might not try something like this, but he's not just some rich playboy that's brought the two of them together. He steps up suddenly, maybe a little faster than humanly possible, just to drive some of that home, hands falling to Ashley's hips. He doesn't try to pull him away from Arkady in the slightest, in fact, he does the opposite, steps in. If Arkady is obliging enough to stand his ground, it sandwiches Ashley between them. If he does back up, Ereuvir will just drag Ashley's hips in towards him.

Either way, it lets him rub his cock right against Ashley's tailbone, something which is usually a precursor to Ashley being bent over whatever it is that he's been doing.

"Ashley," technically, all the souls in this realm obey him, when he wishes them to. He rarely pushes that power into his voice, barely uses it here, just enough to make sure Ashley pays attention. It's just his normal tone when he continues, in his ear, but loud enough for Arkady to hear, "Shut up and kiss your brother hello before I do it for you."

Ashley laughs, soft and aroused, as Ereuvir presses him between them, which is just where he wants to be. He relaxes into their combined grip, nuzzling softly at Arkady's throat.

"Do it for me," he says, still a note of petulance in his voice, but he curls his hand around the side of Arkady's neck, nestling close to him. Both of them may be irritated at him, but all he cares at this moment is that he's pressed between the two men he wants, and both of them want him.

He rests his head on Arkady's shoulder, watching Ereuvir from there to see if he will.

Arkady knew it was only a matter of time before they were in this position, with Ashley sandwiched between them. Ereuvir does seem the type to have his cake and eat it. Ashley may belong to his powerful creature, but he was Arkady's first.

His arms tighten around Ashley, tilting his head to take in Ashley's smell. It's been so long since he's held Ashley like this, and taken him in with all his senses. They fit so perfectly together, it's like finding a piece of himself that had been missing.

"But Ashley," Arkady whispers. "He told you to do it."

Ereuvir can't help but laugh this time, softly, shaking his head,

"For how many exceptions you have made happen around you by sheer force of will, the two of you are so ridiculous and hopeless," it could be mean, but it isn't really, he's clearly at least somewhat charmed. "You've both been given something impossible, something that bends the very laws of reality, and you're both pouting about it not being precisely as you wanted it?" He shakes his head again, but then refocuses on Arkady, at least somewhat,

"The two of you can quibble over who's hurt whom the most when it's clear you both adore one another on your own time. But right now, I'm planning on taking my due, though the gods don't even know why I still want to with the way you're both behaving," it's another rough statement, but one said with a laugh, and then he's leaning in and sealing his mouth against Arkady's, deepening the kiss almost immediately, where it becomes abundantly more clear that he's not truly upset, if the heat behind the kiss is any indication.

Ashley smiles as they kiss, enjoying being held between them as his two lovers kiss. He grinds back against Ereuvir, writhing between them.

"Arkady," he murmurs, kissing sweetly at his throat and then biting down, wanting to mark him. He knows that they might not be able to keep this. Arkady cheated death, and he might live on for decades, and Ashley doesn't know how long or how often Ereuvir will be able to bring him down without consequence. Upset though Ashley is for all the hurt and loneliness he suffered, he appreciates that this time is precious.

"Can we keep him?" Ashley asks, sweeter and more pliant now that he's not being given a choice.

Ereuvir's kiss is more than welcome. He moans into Ereuvir's mouth, their tongues meeting one another. Arkady might have agreed to come down here mainly for Ashley, but it's not the only reason. This is what he wants. To have Ashley and also be with Ereuvir, the three of them sharing one another.

When the kiss ends, he looks back down at his brother.

"Ashley," The words are said with such love and devotion. It's been so long, he's starved for the affections of his beloved. He keeps expecting to wake up at any minute, but he knows this is real.

Arkady gasps as Ashley bites him. "Yes. How I missed this, my love." He kisses Ashley's hair, and his forehead.

He's fairly sure that Ashley's question was intended for him, but it amuses him that it might not have been, so he doesn't call attention to it, grinds back against the push of Ashley's hips, knowing that pushes him into Arkady. Ereuvir has always been keen to play with power in curious ways, and while he knows that he could end all of this with a thought or mold everything more to his liking, he enjoys this, the thought of letting two human lovers, one of whom wasn't even fully dead, toy with him like this. A bit transgressive, perhaps, but if they're strong enough to do so, why shouldn't he enjoy himself?

Besides, stories of the Devil did include a wealth of seductive temptations, did they not? He's hardly that, but the stories had to come from somewhere. He enjoys allowing people to push themselves to their mental and physical boundaries all on their own, he merely provides the conduit. And he has no doubt both of these young men will do exactly that.

His mouth drops from Arkady's lips to Ashley's shoulder when the kiss finishes, and he leaves it there, though he looks up at Arkady, a look he's been told is rather fetching,

"I made a gift of you to him, but I think it's only fitting I do the reverse. How do you want him?"

There's a chance Ashley might protest that, but Ereuvir rubs his cock a little harder against his ass, less about the sensation of it and more as a reminder that, even if Ashley does whine about it, Ereuvir has more than proven capable of shutting that down, usually by fucking him until he has trouble walking.

“Please fuck me, Arkady,” Ashley begs, if there were any doubts about his wants and needs. He whimpers as he grinds between them, trying to get as much stimulation as possible. His temper has been entirely forgotten in favor of the much more urgent priority of sex. He offers no further demands or suggestions, letting Arkady make his request with full permission and no qualifications.

"Yes," Arkady whispers heatedly. "I would love nothing more. I'm going to fuck you like I used to, and show you how much I still love you. Give me your body, my love."

So many nights pleasing himself with his own hand and memories of his beloved, he's ecstatic that those fantasies are going to become real for the first time in years. This is real, and not just a fantasy or erotic dream. That they're going to fuck in Hades' realm, with the man who might as well be said deity either watching or joining in just makes it all the more erotic.

Arkady looks at Ereuvir, "Is there a bed we can use? Or a desk?"

Ah, this is much better than all of the yelling and fussing and hurting.

"Mine, if you want it," he peels away from the two of them, moving to lead them through the house. Ashley's plenty used to the sight by now of dark woods and deep blue and black linens and the huge four-poster bed, the whole room made (like the rest of the house) in this weird amalgam of various forms of decadence through the ages, but it's probably both a little disorienting in the different styles and intriguingly opulent for a new guest.

Not that he suspects Arkady is going to pay much attention to the architecture.

He figures that Arkady is likely going to want to deal with Ashley, so he steps around to Arkady's back this time, not pressing quite so close, but only so that he can start working on buttons and zippers, mouth working almost delicately against his throat, there, but deliberately not compelling. So long as the two of them are behaving, he has no problems with playing a secondary partner to this, particularly when they haven't seen each other in so long.

Ashley goes pliantly as they lead him down the hall to Ereuvir’s bedroom, where Ashley spends far more time than in his own. But as they arrive and Ereuvir redirects his attention to Arkady, Ashley becomes quiet and shy. He’s never known how to offer honest vulnerability, and the situation has been removed from his control. He has more than enough social awareness to understand that if he’s quarrelsome or petulant now, Ereuvir will shut it down again, so his only options are to yield or leave the room.

It’s not a situation that spoiled, headstrong Ashley has encountered often, and it makes him shy and submissive. He stays close to Arkady, allowing himself to be guided but doing nothing to help.

Ashley's shyness is a little weird, since even thought Arkady has always considered himself the dominant partner, Ashley's always used his hold on his brother to make him do what he wants. But they aren't in the realm of the living anymore. They belong to the ruler of this realm, and are allowed here on his whims.

Arkady guides Ashley over to the bed, his hands slipping under his brother's shirt so he may relieve him of the garment. It's also an opportunity to roam his hands over Ashley's skin, something he's dearly missed doing.

"How I've dreamed of touching you again, my love."

Oddly, Ashley's submission doesn't seem particularly odd to Ereuvir, mostly because while Ashley does, in his own way, have the Lord of the Underworld wound around his fingers, it's in a very different way from the way Arkady might be and it has very little to do with the bedroom, beyond that he does enjoy Ashley's honesty and he has managed to pull more honesty from him in the bedroom than anywhere else.

Ereuvir falls easily for the moment into a more helpful role himself, neither particularly servile or puppetmastering, simply orchestrating, assisting. He knows he's not the main event here, and it's not offensive to him, but he's also not shying away from participating. He works Arkady's clothing off so that he can concentrate on Ashley's, and although he's certainly not shying away from touching either one of them, he touches to please his own sensibilities, not specifically to please either one of them, at least for the moment.

This mostly leaves him sliding his hands along Arkady's more pronounced ribs with something approaching a quiet fascination.

Ashley also reaches out to touch. His tentative fingertips brush over Arkady's cheekbone, which is as sharp as ever, but the sunken cheek below is strange and different. Ashley has never minded monstrosity, but the change is unacceptable. Arkady was always a fixed point in his life--until he left, until he changed.

Pulling his hand back as if stung, Ashley's breath quickens a little, frightened because he doesn't know this Arkady, who is so changed.

"I did not give you permission to change," Ashley tells him, voice shaky despite his attempt to be imperious.

Arkady leans into the touch, closing his eyes so he may enjoy the feeling even more. Ashley's touch is like a silken handkerchief against him, all too familiar to Arkady. Even if he's changed, the way Ashley's hands fit so perfectly against his face hasn't.

He's about to kiss that palm when Ashley pulls his hand away. Arkady's eyes open, looking at Ashley with hurt. "And I didn't give you permission to leave me."

Skeletal hands gently push Ashley back onto the bed. "Get on your hands and knees for me, my love. The way you used to."

Ereuvir doesn't quite take his hands off Arkady, but he does lean up to the bedside drawer to bring back some of the thick oil Ashley would be used to. He does so without comment, for now. The boys are playing nicely again, more or less, and he doesn't feel the need to interrupt either one of them just yet, though it doesn't stop him from sliding his hands over skin, eyes dark and taking them both in.

“You left me first,” Ashley snaps, but his voice quivers so that his intended petulance merely sounds defensive, like a blind thrown up to hide his nerves. He obeys without further comment, rolling over and bracing himself on his elbows, arching his back to display his ass to his lovers. He casts a look over his shoulder at them, dark-eyed and inviting, still trying his best to hide his vulnerability.

Arkady gets on the bed, behind Ashley. His long fingers run down his lover's spine, then back up, resting on the small of his back. His other hand rubs the younger man's ass, before giving it a nice little squeeze. "Let me take care of you. The way I used to."

He looks over his shoulder at Ereuvir. "Where may I find some lubricant?"

He's holding it at the time, though he doesn't blame Arkady one bit for noticing he'd gotten it. Ashley is absolutely arresting like this, he has a feeling he could do a lot more and still not regain much attention. Not that he minds in the slightest. He gets to enjoy them both, like this.

He hands it over and considers the two of them for a long moment before moving up the bed a bit so he's sitting up more in front of Ashley, tipping his chin up for a kiss while Arkady preps him. It's a bit of a test for Arkady and he's also noticed that Ashley is ever so slightly uncomfortable, though he's not entirely sure why out of the potential reasons. Distraction seems like a good idea, and if he can gauge Arkady's jealousy in the same swipe, well, there's little reason not to.

Ashley appreciates the distraction. He shifts his hands to rest lightly upon Ereuvir's hips in return, tipping his head up gladly to return the kiss and including a soft, yearning sigh in the bargain. It's not the first time he's enjoyed two lovers, so it's easy for him to split his attention and keep his back arched prettily. Crying out with yearning as Arkady sides a finger into him, Ashley keens for more, pressing his hips back into the contact. His hands curl forward over Ereuvir's hips, possessive, as the kiss deepens.

Arkady should have guessed Ereuvir would be one step ahead of him, and that he'd be too distracted by Ashley to notice. Taking the bottle, Arkady slicks up a pair of fingers, setting the oil aside for now. Those fingers tease Ashley's opening, circling it and getting it nice and slick, all while making the anticipation build. Eager as he is, he can still tease.

Dark eyes glance up when Ereuvir gets in bed with them, jealousy streaking through him as he watches him kiss Arkady's beloved. He told himself that he'd be willing for a threesome, but it just how hits him that it means having to share Ashley.

Arkady's finger slides into Ashley, going inside inch-by-inch, wanting his beloved to feel every knuckle as it enters him. That finger slowly thrusts in and out of Ashley, giving him a taste of what's to come.

He can feel Ashley relax a bit under the kiss even as Arkady tenses and this is going to be a delicate little game, he thinks, though the prize is worth the effort put into winning. Once he feels Ashley move his hands to his hips, he pushes up a little, leans forward from the touch up. It's a bit of a stretch and Arkady has to meet him halfway, but he can switch to kissing him instead, soothingly.

Ashley shifts down as Ereuvir moves up, nuzzling his face against Ereuvir's groin. He whimpers as Arkady's finger slides into him, and gasps with each thrust, lifting his hips into it with increasingly needy little noises. Size queen that he is, Ashley is ill-content with just one finger, and he wiggles his ass back against Arkady's hand, trying to tempt him to more. "Arkady," he whines, scolding. "More."

It occurs to him, fleetingly, that perhaps Arkady is being gentle with him thinking that Ashley hasn't been fucked since they were last together. In which case he is very, very mistaken.

"Anything, my love," Arkady wastes no time in adding a second finger, still watching Ashley and Ereuvir. He's been with Ashley enough times to know what he likes, and his long fingers touch spots on his lover's back and waist that Arkady knows he likes. Ashley's moans are like a caress to his ears, with that lovely voice of his, and having been deprived of the sound for too long. He's causing Ashley to make those noises.

The fingers inside Ashley thrust quickly, going as deeply as he can, making sure the digits scissor a few times.

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