A Good Servant Ch. 14

Edgar shook his head gently. "She doesn't understand why I do not seek her companionship. I would not dream of telling her that."

Cory mumbled. "So sorry to hear that. But, if you are all here scientists, why don't you perfect the machine? Or find another way?"

"The machine was sent here by the Trainers. We are not allowed to fiddle with it. And there are certain things even a mad scientist doesn't touch."

The threat was there, floating in the air, left unspoken. Aeria was no shelter, Cory thought.

"But enough about such depressing things," Edgar linked his fingers and looked at Cory. "Do you know how to read and write?"

"Yes," Cory answered, without feeling insulted in any way.

"Good. We have a lot of research to do, besides my usual work. Actually, I cannot slack or everyone will notice. I am afraid a lot will fall on your shoulders," Edgar smiled and lifted a heavy tome from the table, handing it to Cory.

"What are we looking for?" the former servant asked, without hiding his excitement.

"Our beginnings," Edgar said plainly and Cory nodded.

To learn where they had to go, they had to learn where they came from. He thought about telling Edgar about the woman he saw in the depths of Drena's mines, but the man seemed so engrossed in his work that he decided to postpone that conversation for a later date.

~A Good Servant~

Xavier moved from one side to another, almost clashing into Ayn's hard chest. He wished he could pretend he was still asleep, but Ayn's right hand immediately started to travel on his flank, going down and moving on the back to grab his ass. He groaned.

"Really? There is nothing else on your mind?" he said through his teeth.

"And why wouldn't it be?" Ayn's black eyes snapped open, to stare at him. "Should I remind you this was the only thing you wanted to do with me when we were in your shitty city?"

"Shitty city? Oh, you must be living in paradise then!" Xavier had the nerve to look affronted.

"Sorry, Mr. pompous ass, not everyone is born with a silver spoon in his mouth like you," Ayn retorted, and squeezed the man's ass tighter.

"I was not!" Xavier protested. "I'll have you know that I worked my ass off to become who I was in Drena. And you basically took everything ..."

Ayn stopped Xavier's torrent of words with a kiss. Grey eyes stared at him in anger, making him laugh.

"C'mon, Xav, you hated it there. You almost always had a sour expression on your face, like you had only lemons for breakfast, lunch and dinner."

"I was definitely not!" Xavier wanted to protest, everything just to contradict the uncouth man he was currently sharing a bed with.

"Oh, yeah?" Ayn left Xavier's ass alone to stretch and yawn. "I felt you could be good as a bottom. Yet, you could not let yourself go. If you were so free there, how come you didn't wiggle your tail more to show me how much you wanted me to mount you?"

Annoyed with Ayn's bawdy words, Xavier bolted from the bed.

"Where are you going?" Ayn looked after him, visibly curious.

"I'm taking a shower," Xavier threw over his shoulder.

"Again? Too bad. I wanted to take you outside," the brunet spoke casually.

Xavier made a one eighty in a split of a second. "Really? Aren't you afraid I'm going to run?" he cocked his head to one side and stared at Ayn in disbelief.

The other man shrugged. "Frankly, I think you are well adjusted. And where would you run?"

"My clothes are dirty," Xavier crossed his arms over his chest.

"Do I fucking look like a laundry machine? And those rags?" Ayn snorted. "I burnt them."

"You what?" Xavier's eyes grew wide. "I hope you don't intend to parade me naked all over the place. I will not have it!"

"Chillax, dude," Ayn laughed. "I got you some normal clothes. Here, only those who bury the dead wear black. I am not keeping you around looking like the harbinger of death. Now, don't you want to get into your new clothes?"

Ayn didn't wait for an answer and moved to rummage through the only closet present in the room. He eventually threw a pair of jeans, a white shirt and a leather jacket, together with a pair of combat boots, on the bed. He gestured to Xavier.

"Come, dress up. Don't make me do it for you. My job is only to undress you," he joked, earning a venomous look from Xavier.

The former Ruler of Drena moved and took the clothes from the bed. It was better than nothing. After wearing nothing but silk all his life, the new clothes felt coarse against his skin. But they were not bad. After inspecting himself as much as he could, he raised his eyes to see Ayn watching him with renewed interest.

"Well?" he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans.

"Well, I think I'll have to chase a bunch of girls and guys with a stick, because you look absolutely fuckable," Ayn said with admiration.

Xavier could not admit the remark was making him feel good. Instead, he pursed his lips in annoyance.

"Are we going or not?"

"Not so fast," Ayn closed the distance between them. "First, suck my dick."

Xavier rolled his eyes. Ayn smirked and grabbed Xavier's cock through his jeans. "I'll suck yours, too," he promised and stuck his tongue out, provoking the other.

That was not something Xavier could simply overlook. He suddenly closed his mouth over Ayn, sucking the brunet's tongue in, showing that he was not afraid to take on the challenge. It was a short battle of wills, with no definite victor.

He was the one to interrupt the kiss. Ayn's lips glistened, and the thought of having the guy's mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking him dry, determined him to speak.

"Get on your knees then," he looked at the brunet, his eyes at half mast.

There was a short moment of hesitation in deep black pools, and Xavier steeled himself for a fight. But Ayn slowly descended, his eyes glued to Xavier's grey ones.

His cock freed from the constraints of his jeans, Xavier threw his head back, breaking eye contact. There was heat and there was moisture, as his organ was engulfed by the other's greedy mouth. Just a small hint of teeth grazing over the sensitive skin made him hiss.

"Watch it," he warned.

A tongue wrapping around his member silenced him. It looked like Ayn had learned a thing or two during the times when Xavier had sucked him dry. He didn't find it suitable to let the brunet know he was coming. Instead, he grabbed at raven strands, and pushed his cock deeper, relishing in hearing the other's labored breath.

He could feel his toes curling inside his boots, as pleasure washed over him. He didn't have time to enjoy the aftermath for too long, though. He was unceremoniously pushed on the bed; hurriedly, Ayn straddled him and took his own engorged cock out of his pants.

"Open," Ayn commanded in a strained voice. Xavier could see a few droplets of white substance still hanging on the brunet's lips. The view was more than satisfactory. He didn't have to be told twice. He let the meaty organ pass through his lips. The entrance was a bit forceful, but he could take it. It was a good sensation to feel Ayn's cock hitting the back of his throat. He moved enough to adjust the position, so that the brunet's organ could slide back and forth with ease. Ayn was fucking his mouth, whispering dirty words.

Their eyes met briefly when Ayn looked down.

"Fucking wonderful cocksucker," the brunet praised him and let his essence flow inside his lover's mouth.

He tasted Ayn fully. It felt so deeply familiar, that he could not recall anything else. It was like Ayn was pouring himself inside him, permeating his very being, until there was a connection being built between them that neither of them could escape.

Ayn withdrew and plopped himself next to Xavier. They were both breathing heavily. Ayn turned and grabbed his neck, forcing him into a kiss.

"I love your taste," Ayn murmured. "I love your mouth."

Xavier thought briefly, as their tastes mixed, that if he were to enumerate the things he loved about Ayn, it would take him days and nights to finish. He loved everything about Ayn.

~A Good Servant~

Dion looked up the sky. It was going to rain. He had had to leave earlier from work, due to a temporary outage, but he was glad. He had enough time to cook something for him and John. If they had come back from work together, Dion would have doubted having time to cook anything. John seemed to have only one thing on his mind, and it was always a miracle that they managed to open the door to their small home and get inside. After that, it was all about John getting inside Dion, and nothing else mattered.

He fiddled for his keys.

"Hi," he heard a voice, a bit unsteady.

He raised his eyes to see Andreas huddled on the steps, right in front of the entrance. The clothes he wore looked thin, totally unfit for the kind of rain that was going to pour soon over their heads.

The blond looked thin, too.

"Hi," Dion answered. "Are you looking for John?" he asked hesitantly.

He had no reason to fear Andreas. Something more akin to pity nestled in his chest.

"No, actually ... I was looking for you," Andreas spoke softly. "I was to ask you something."

"Alright," Dion nodded. "Come inside, I'll make some tea."

Andreas looked around, balancing his weight on one leg, than the other. "I shouldn't. It's just a small question."

Dion waved. "Nonsense. It's going to rain soon. Come inside and you can warm up a bit."

He didn't wait for Andreas's response this time. He opened the door and let the other followed.

He started making tea, while encouraging Andreas to take a seat in the small, clean kitchen.

"How come you made John care so much about you?" Andreas asked, as Dion placed a hot cup of tea in front of him.

Dion shrugged. "I don't know. I really liked him, right from the start. I thought he hated me," he chuckled softly. "I think because of you," he looked at Andreas questioningly.

The blond made himself little in his chair. "Yes, I guess," he sighed. "Have you ever, you know, lost something, and didn't realize you wanted it until it wasn't yours anymore?"

Dion rested his chin in his right palm. "You made the wrong choice, is this what you want to say?"

Andreas nodded slowly. He made a move to rise.

"Wait, don't go," Dion stopped him. "Say it to me straight. Do you still like John?"

The blond averted his eyes.

"It's alright to be honest," Dion continued.

"You won't get mad?" Andreas asked.

Dion shrugged. "Well, he went to see you plenty of times, while I was waiting for him here."

"And I was used to seeing him all the time. It was like our ... thing was continuing in a fucked up way. But you came, and this changed. And it wasn't until recently that I understood that I really lost him."

Silence followed, as the two ex servants looked at each other, in understanding.

"I really have to go. Thank you for the tea," Andreas rose. "Good luck, Dion. You really have a good man. Take good care of him."

Dion wanted to stop Andreas again, but this time, the blond hurried to the door, ignoring him.

~A Good Servant~

"That smells terrific," John spoke happily, as he entered the kitchen and grabbed Dion's waist, making him turn and kissing him deeply. "I heard your unit was in outage, so I knew you must be home, cooking."

"It's one of my favorite pastimes, you know that," Dion chirped and kissed John shortly. "Take a seat, it's almost ready."

Dion waited until after dinner to tell his lover about the visit from earlier. As John measured him up and down with burning eyes, he knew he had one small window of opportunity, before the man was going to jump him, and there was not going to be any conversation possible.

"Andreas came back today."

John frowned. "What did he want?"

"He just wanted to know how I managed to make you like me," Dion said plainly, gauging John's every reaction.

The man shifted in his place. "You did it by not being a dirty little whore, like him," John muttered.

John's anger was palpable. But there was something else there, and Dion wanted to know all about it.

"You never told me about what happened between you two," he said gently, while taking a seat across from John.

"There's nothing to tell."

"Come on, John. Don't let this get between us. Did you like him?"

"Not as much as I like you," John answered, looking straight at Dion.

"That's good to know," Dion smiled. "But don't worry. This conversation is not some kind of trap. Even when you went to ... relieve yourself, you still picked him. Why?"

John looked sideways and shook his head in annoyance. "I don't know. He was there. Nothing but convenience."

"Truly?" Dion pressed.

John's jaw tensed. "Yeah! What do you want me to say?"

"I want nothing but the truth, John, that's all. He still likes you."

There was a small sign of surprise in John's black eyes, but it died right away.

"He's lying."

"I don't think so. I think he has regrets," Dion spoke.

"That's his fucking business. Look, Dion, he's just playing, alright? He just lost a paying customer!"

"Admit it, John. You never let go, either. Not for good. You went to see him," Dion explained.

Apparently, that was not the right thing to say. John rose from his place and started pacing the room.

"Are you fucking jealous, Dion? You're the one here, aren't you? Are you not satisfied? I cannot wipe the past, alright?"

Dion watched him, pondering. "I'm not jealous," he said plainly.

John snorted. "Then what do you want?"

"I want you to admit you still like Andreas, too."

Dion's hazel eyes were glued to John's every move.

"I cannot believe this," John stopped and crossed his strong arms over his chest, staring Dion down. "Tell me, Dion, what's the right answer to this? Either way, I'm fucked, right? I say 'yes', and you'll bolt out through that door. I say 'no', and you'll call me a liar."

"You're wrong," Dion said, shaking his head slowly.

"Am I?" John leaned in slightly. "Look, Dion, he's there, you're here. There's no other thing to say."

"I don't want you to have any regrets," Dion continued.

"What regrets?" John threw his arms to the sides in an exasperated gesture.

"Are you telling me you do not care that he's there, doing what he is doing?"

John huffed. "It's not my fucking fault, is it?"

"I am not asking you this. But you are asking yourself, aren't you?" Dion didn't look intimidated.

"Yeah, alright, I am! I am wondering why I didn't keep him, ok? Why didn't I insist that he didn't leave? I have no idea! Satisfied now?"

Dion sighed. "As you can see, nothing you say surprises me."

"Oh, so you don't care!" John accused. "Fuck it! There wasn't going to be any sex for me tonight anyway, right?"

Dion's eyes grew wide. "Why on earth ..." he tried to express his indignation over John's accusation, but the large man stormed the room, slamming the door to the bedroom behind him.

The redhead scratched his head. Actually, things weren't so complicated. John might have thought so, but they weren't.

They didn't speak much on their way to work the next day. Since the outage was ongoing, and they were reassigned to other departments, Dion had the chance to leave early again. This time, he knew what he was going to do.

~A Good Servant~

John entered his home, moving slowly this time. He had made too much of a scene the other day to continue to stay angry at Dion. When he looked up, he froze.

"Hi, John," Andreas waved at him.

He looked at the blond, than at Dion, than back at Andreas.

He closed the door behind him, just to gain more time. Eventually, he had to face his two lovers.

"Alright, can someone please explain what is going on?" he asked. He looked insistently at Dion. The redhead sustained his eyes, completely imperturbable.

"What is going on, John," Dion spoke, "is that you need to be shown a few things. I will tell you just this one thing. That what will happen here will not have to change anything between us. That you and you alone can decide what you really want, and whatever you choose, Andreas and I will understand and support your decision. Alright?"

John frowned. Dion was obviously trying to give him a serious headache.

"What?" was the only thing he managed to say.

Dion smiled and took Andreas's hand. He slowly moved and cupped the blond's cheek with his other hand, bringing him closer to kiss him gently on the lips.

John gasped and blinked. In front of him, the only two guys who had ever managed to rock his world, were kissing slowly. Dion was now slowly removing Andreas's shirt, and the blond was also trying to get the redhead out of his clothes.

Soon enough, they were both naked, and it made John feel the familiar strain inside his pants. Dion and Andreas were caressing each other's naked backs and butts, and watching felt like too much. Or too little.

Dion broke the kiss and challenged John. "Are you going to stay there all day or are you going to join us?"

He almost tore off the buttons of his shirt, as he started to undress. If someone had told him he was going to have his biggest fantasy happening in front of his eyes, he would have sent that someone straight to the mental house. He grabbed the two thin waists forcefully, and made Dion and Andreas almost crash against his hairy chest.

"Are you trying to make me lose my mind, Dion?" he murmured, as he bit the redhead's lips, drawing blood. "You know there's no coming back from it," he warned, after licking the few droplets of blood from soft lips.

"I'm betting on it. Kiss Andreas now," Dion encouraged him. "We're dying to suck your cock."

That earned him a murderous look from John, but the man complied, and brought Andreas closer to kiss him roughly. The blond mewled into the kiss, taken by surprise by John's determination.

"It's not going to be roses and soft kisses this time, Andreas," he warned the blond this time, and Andreas just nodded. "You two, you have no idea what you have gotten yourselves in," he looked into Andreas's blue eyes, then into Dion's warm brown ones.

Dion giggled. "Scary," he commented breathily and winked at Andreas.

Both got on their knees and Dion grabbed John's huge cock, giving it a tentative lick. He guided Andreas to take John's cock in his mouth, while he started to lavish the guy's heavy ball sac with kisses. The blond wanted to be generous, too, as he withdrew a little and helped Dion taste the brunet's cock, too. Their soft lips wrapped over the long shaft, pushing it through their kisses, playing with it.

"You two are going to be the death of me," John murmured. "I want an ass to fuck and I want it now."

Dion rose and dragged Andreas with him.

"Let's go to the bedroom then," he spoke and John hurried after them.

Andreas was placed on his fours by the redhead who quickly proceeded at licking the guy's ass. Small soft grunts escaped the blond's lips, while John was watching them with dark eyes.

"Are you sure about this, Andreas?" he moved to kneel between the long legs, as Dion wrapped his thin fingers around his shaft to help him maintain his erection.

He didn't really need any help with that, but Dion's intentions were more than laudable.

"Yes, John, fuck me," Andreas pushed his ass back.

John looked at Dion. "Are you really ok with this?" he asked. "One word from you is enough."

"Yes, it is," Dion admitted. "Let's see now if you have enough stamina for the both of us," he joked and winked at John.

A hard slap over his ass made him yelp. "Hold Andreas's ass. He won't be able to walk after this, so remember you two asked for it," John added and plunged deep in the sexy hole presented to him.

Andreas gasped loudly, but pushed back to meet the assault. John slammed hard inside him, grunting. "You always said I was too big," he managed to say, while pumping deep.