negromanzia | An Exploratory Venture

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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"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.

Ereuvir has kept his pants, though he's shrugged out of everything else at this point, but he seems more than content to just let Ashley rub his face against him. He settles a hand on the back of Ashely's head, but it's just weight, no pressure behind it, just a tangle of his fingers in all of that glorious hair. He does raise his hips slightly, pushing into the touch, but it's lazy. He wants to be here, be a part of this, considering it's entirely his doing that has brought the two of them together and he's in no small part viciously possessive of them both, but he's possessive of them now as a set, no sense of jealousy present at all for him, and he wants to give them this, as much as he doesn't want to be left entirely out.

He leaves off kissing Arkady for the moment, since he's about to have plenty else to hold his attention, and lays back on the pillows, a better angle from which to watch.

Ashley gasps and yelps prettily as Arkady fingers him quicker and deeper. Grinding his hips back against Arkady's hand as he nuzzles his face against Ereuvir's lap, Ashley melts between them, whimpering with need. "Arkady," he whines, even as his arms tangle a little tighter around Ereuvir's waist, glad to be caught between his two lovers. "Fuck me."

"Yes, my love," Arkady purrs. It feels like forever since he heard those words from Ashley, and he'd been convinced for such a long time that he'd only hear it in his dreams or in the lingering memories from his brother's skull. This is real, though.

Taking the fingers out of Ashley, quicker than he usually would, Arkady takes the oil again and slicks up his cock. He's eager to fuck Ashley. They have an eternity together now to rediscover on another's bodies.

The tip of Arkady's cock presses against Ashley's opening, prodding him teasingly, wanting to make Ashley squirm just a little more, while stroking long fingers down his back. It's only when Arkady becomes too eager to hold back anymore does he penetrate Ashley, sliding his cock smoothly into his beloved. A moan slips from Arkady's lips. By the Old Ones, he never thought he'd get to experience this again.

Ereuvir gathers up all of that gorgeous red hair and sweeps it to one side, neatly, making a pretty picture of the line of Ashley's back, hand curling back into the hair near the nape of his neck. He still doesn't force his head anywhere, doesn't even really hold him still, but the grip is firmer now, more present. He still shows no sign of wanting to insert himself further into this, but neither does he intend to let Ashley forget that he is there and who he is, either.

There's a pleased shift of his weight when Ashley winds his arms a bit more around him, and he can't help but smile slightly about it. He leans up again but this time it's just to reach out and tuck a strand of hair behind Arkady's ear.

"You're both lovely," the tone is maybe less sexual than it ought to be considering what they're doing, warm and sweet instead, pleased.

Ashley whines as Arkady teases him with just the tip, squirming back against him until Arkady slides in, filling him deeply. He gasps, trembling, as he's filled, and his fingers dig in harder around Ereuvir's waist, clinging possessively.

"At least your cock still feels the same," Ashley murmurs, a barbed compliment that comes with a moan as Arkady slides deep again, just the way Ashley likes it. He whimpers and shivers, feeling emotionally vulnerable, because he missed this so badly and he's so scared that he'll lose Arkady again, permanently this time, and the only way he knows how to deal with it is to throw up barbed defenses so that he won't get as attached and won't be as devastated if he loses Arkady again.

Arkady almost wants to be offended by that remark, but all he can think of right now is how his cock still fits so perfectly inside Ashley. As if they were made for each other. He feels so whole again. This is no erotic dream this time, he's sure of it.

"Shall I give you even more reminders?" Putting his hands on either side of Ashley's waist, Arkady pulls out slowly, letting his lover feel every inch of his cock. He looks up when Ereuvir touches his hair, leaning into that light touch.

"Let me show you how lovely we can be, my lord."

Arkady lets his cock linger outside of Ashley just long enough to make him long for it again, before thrusting sharply back into him. This leads to Arkady getting a steady rhythm going, thrusting in and out of his beloved.

"Good," he purrs back. "Please me, and I will give you everything you desire." The words are, perhaps, a bit dangerous. He knows they are binding, whether the brothers do or not. But he is an expert in exploiting his own chains in terms of his word being his bond, the phrasing is precise.

He moves to cradle Ashley's head instead, pulling him gently up out of his lap, to watch the expression on his face while Arkady fucks him in earnest,

"Tell me how good he feels," he murmurs, "Convince me I should let him do the same to me," he smirks, "Or keep that for yourself, for now, and tell me how much you want to pose for the both of us, while I take my pleasure of him."

Ashley whines petulantly as Arkady pulls out of him, and cries out when he thrusts back in, reveling in the teasing and the deep, slow thrusts that get him feeling overwhelmed and needy for more at the same time, which Ashley loves.

He wiggles between them as Ereuvir guides his head up, shifting easily to brace himself so that he can still get fucked at the angle he wants while letting Ereuvir see his dark eyes. He licks his lips for Ereuvir, entranced by him, and then laughs at the question, sweet and wicked.

"Do whatever you please, my lord," Ashley says, crying out again as Arkady thrusts hard and deep into him again, reminding him that he still belongs to his brother. "Fuck him, or let him fuck you. If you want me to pose still and obedient while you do, you'll have to tie me up."

Arkady quivers at the promises Ereuvir makes, as well as his own form of talking dirty. The idea of letting Ereuvir fuck him while Ashley watches, or them both watching Ashley, as well as the very idea that there's going to be more between the three of them, makes Arkady let out a breathless, "Yes. Gods yes."

His thrusts get harder, faster, shifting so he's thrusting against Ashley's sweet spot. "I still know your body so well, my love."

The view of Ashley and Ereuvir having a moment makes Arkady give a particularly sharp thrust. It's a combination of arousal and a reminder that a part of Ashley will always belong to his brother. Arkady brushes a bit of Ashley's hair aside and leans in to bite his neck.