While Cleo pulled a buffet of sushi from her bags, Fitz and Hunter explored Luc's liquor cabinet. It was housed in a gigantic converted antique armoire that Hunter was sure would make even his pocketbook whimper in protest.

"Goddamn, this here's the good shit," Fitz exclaimed, holding up a dark blue bottle. "Skyy Vodka. This shit goes down like fuckin' silk."

"There should be rum, cognac, whiskey, and liqueurs, as well," Luc advised, smiling as they raided his stash.

He didn't drink often, so there was plenty to choose from. Cleo kept his personal bar fully stocked.

"I need some of that Bailey's in my life," Cleo called out, laughing as the two subs playfully tussled over a bottle of Goldschlager.

"Back off, fucker," Fitz laughed. "I saw it first."

"Take it, man," Hunter snickered. "I was reaching for the cognac."

The laughter and air of merriment in this room were new and utterly welcome.

Luc didn't know how he ever lived without this.

"Leave it. Cleo has sake."

Satisfaction rolled through Luc when they quietly obeyed, taking a seat on either side of him at the table.

Cleo settled across from him and grabbed her chopsticks.

"So, are we all on the same page, now?" she asked.

"Mostly," Luc nodded. "What am I eating, cara?"

"You got nigiri and sashimi at six and nine o'clock, sugah. Spicy tuna roll and dragon roll at three and twelve," Cleo instructed. "So, you boys gonna share and share alike?"

Hunter choked on his sake, drawing a grin from Luc.

"We were discussin' it," Fitz said. "And then you mentioned dessert. Gotta say you're not quite my flavor, but I get enough vodka in me, and I could be tempted to taste."

Cleo's laughter brought out Luc's.

"Where is my wasabi?" Luc asked quietly.

He could smell it, but he wasn't sure where it was on the plate. All the scents blended for him.

"Oh, one o'clock, sugah," Cleo said. "Ginger at two."

"Grazie, cara mia. Cleo is a very special girl, Horatio. You would be wise to not judge this book by the cover."

"Well, Mama said seein' is believin'," Fitz quipped, sipping his sake. "And I fuckin' love me some show 'n' tell."

"My weekend just got a whole helluva lot more interesting," Hunter quipped.

"My dick gets any harder I'm'a tip the table," Fitz murmured. "That Dom voice you pulled on Jordan got us both, Luc."

"Still getting us," Hunter nodded.

"It is awful sexy, ain't it," Cleo sighed. "Never got all shivery around a toppy man till you got bossy with me, sugah."

Luc drew a deep breath and put his chopsticks down. The heavy scent of mutual arousal filled his senses and set the slow burn in him to a boil.

"Horatio, assist Royce. Cleo, is the room prepared?"

"Certermente, sugah," she laughed.

As all three of them rose, Luc calmly lifted his napkin and wiped his mouth. He took his water glass and stood. He nodded to Cleo clearing the table.

"Thank you so much, cara mia, for everything."

"Oh, it's my pleasure, sugah. You boys have fun, now."

***

Hunter was giddy with anticipation. His reluctance to engage in a scene was completely gone, and he did not care why.

"I know, right?" Fitz's amber eyes were glowing with excitement. "He is gonna rock your shit front to back, baby. I am so fuckin' pumped for you."

"Should we take our clothes off?" Hunter certainly wanted to. He was nearly shuddering with the desire to have Luc's hands on him.

"Just our boots. He likes to undress you and get his hands on you. You cleaned out, right?"

"Yeah, all the way."

"Good, cuz he gives a mind-blowin' rim job."

"Holy shit!" Hunter almost squeaked, but his hole quivered in delight.

Once they got their boots off, Fitz led him through a black velvet curtain and his mouth dropped open.

Against one wall custom dark-stained cabinets stood open with recessed lighting glinting off a treasure trove of toys.

"Go on, check 'em out." Fitz gave him a push.

On shaky legs, Hunter stood in front of a nipple clamp collection that left him breathless. Open drawers and cubbies held anal plugs in various sizes and finishes, from silicon to glass.

The next cabinet held restraints from furry cuffs to heavy manacles, and brilliantly colored coils of rope, leather straps, and chains.

Flails hung from spinning racks with a variety of paddles and riding crops hanging behind them. Hunter fixated on a short leather paddle with a long handle, that made his ass cheeks tingle.

"Comin' yet?" Fitz whispered behind him.

"Dude...I don't know if I'll make it a minute," Hunter admitted, voice trembling.

"What ya wanna try first?"

"I have no fuckin' idea. I want everything."

"These are just the toys. He's got a cross over there, spankin' bench, and a horse, too. You ain't even seen the bed yet." Fitz watched Hunter's vivid blue eyes glisten and darken with lust.

"Fuck, man," Hunter gasped. "I'm gonna come so fast I'll pass out."

They both turned hearing Luc's soft laughter from behind them.

"Ah, caro, we will take very good care of you. Have you never played at all?"

"No, never, Maestro," Hunter answered.

"Then we will begin gently, bello, so we might learn your kinks together. Seguimi."

Luc led them up a short ramp and slipped between heavy velvet curtains. Fitz stood back, his eyes shining as he waited for Hunter to go first. With a deep breath, Hunter pushed through the curtain and stopped in his tracks.

A custom four-poster king-size bed draped in dark purple curtains dominated the space. As promised, to one side a St. Andrew's cross stood with four padded leather manacles. On either side of the cross, the spanking bench and horse stood sentinel.

Enormous, tasseled pillows sat at the head of the bed, covered in black, gold, and purple with a coordinating comforter folded back to reveal gold heavy cotton sheets.

"Fuck," Hunter whispered. "Can I live here?"

Luc laughed, sitting on a chaise lounge on the other side of the bed.

"Heel," he commanded sharply.

Fitz stepped quickly to kneel in front of Luc. Hunter hurried to join him, feeling immediately eased and excited to be there.

Luc reached out to stroke a gloved hand down Fitz's face.

"Your safe words, Horatio," he murmured.

"Hazelnut to stop. Fireplace to slow," Fitz answered at once. "Jambalaya for good to go."

Hunter never heard him sound so relaxed and aroused.

"Do you have safe words, Royce?" Luc asked.

"No, Maestro." With most of the blood in his body pooling in his dick, he couldn't think of any either.

"Red will do for stop, yellow for slow, and green for go. Dimmelo."

"Red to stop, yellow to slow. Green for go."

"Bravo caro," Luc purred, cupping his cheek. "You saw some of the toys, si?"

"Si, Maestro."

"Go and fetch the toys you wish to play with, caro."

Hunter swallowed. "There are so many, Maestro. I don't know where to start."

"Start with what caught your attention first," Luc advised, "and go from there. You have two minutes. Andare."

***

Luc took his gloves off to caress Fitz's face and shoulders. The gentle touch sent tingles across his body.

This man... damn, this man.

Fitz would walk through fire to get to him and drink lava if it pleased him. It was kinda scary, really.  And that was why, of course. He trusted Maestro to take him right up to the edge and waltz with him there. 

"I have missed you, Horatio," Luc said softly. "I enjoyed you immensely the last time we played. Even in your grief, you please me so much, bello."

"I missed you too Maestro," he admitted, not at all ashamed. "Thank you for that night. It helped me more than you know."

In the not-too-deep recesses of his heart, Fitz adored this man. He was the one and only Dom that Fitz would gladly give up his slutty ways to serve exclusively. Crushing too hard on Maestro was soundly discouraged. Before he got his platinum collar, Fitz saw sottos permanently banned from the Club for acting out in jealous fits when they weren't called to service il Maestro.

No matter how much he wanted more of Maestro's attention, Fitz would never endanger his place here by throwing a tantrum if he didn't get summoned. He would rather wait his turn than never have the chance to be with Maestro again.

The thing was, since the first time, if he was there on a night that Fitz was, Maestro never failed to summon him.

Funny, how he never made that connection.

Maybe it would be okay to crush on Luc.

Just a bit.

At least until he could confirm if and how much the Dom was crushing back.

"Do you want the blindfold, or shall we dispense with it?"

Being blindfolded was hot as fuck but... "I wanna see you, Maestro."

Luc lifted his Stetson off and sat it beside him on the lounger. Smiling he threaded his fingers through the shaggy spikes at the top. Luc scratched at Fitz's scalp before clutching the strands tightly in his fist.

Fitz groaned, eyes flitting closed in pleasure. Damn, that felt so fuckin' good. He loved it so much.

He loved it even more because Luc knew what it did for him.

"A pity you have not grown your hair for me, caro."

Fitz blinked, surprised. He knew most of the sottos Maestro played with had longer hair. He never mentioned wanting him to grow his hair before.

"I can grow it out some if you like. Since I'm plainclothes, I can get away with a li'l shag."

Luc's smile sent happiness zipping through him so fast it left him dizzy.

"Che dolce, caro. That would please me so much. Do you think Royce would do the same?"

"I would," Hunter answered, breathless from his mad dash.

He hurried to settle back on his knees in front of Luc, arms overflowing with his selections.

"Grazie, caro. Leave everything here beside me and stand up, both of you."

Hunter dumped his goodies on the lounger and stepped back to stand by Fitz. Luc got to his feet with the grace of a dancer, laying a hand on each of their shoulders. He pressed with his palms, making them turn their backs to him.

Hunter shivered as Luc ran a hand down his back and around the bottom of his vest. He moaned when the man pressed against him and curled his fingers around the front edges to pull the vest open.

Luc let his thumbs run under his pecs, parting and tugging the vest back. A warm, moist mouth on his shoulder made Hunter gasp. Luc used his tongue to trace tendons over to his throat, taking a gentle bite.

"Oh, shit," Hunter whispered.

"Good, ain't it," Fitz murmured. "I love the way he undresses me. Tastes me. It's so fuckin' hot."

Hunter could only nod, buried in sensations as Luc peeled the vest off and away. He pressed full length against him, sliding his hands down to his hips. Luc nuzzled his ear while he plucked the snap of his jeans open and eased Hunter's zipper down.

"Take them off for me, bello. Horatio, vieni da me."

Hunter moved away to strip down while Fitz eagerly took his place in front of Luc. He smiled and winked at Hunter watching. Those incredible blue eyes were blown wide with need. Fitz imagined his own looked about the same.

Luc skimmed his hands across Fitz's shoulders, kneading and massaging those muscles. He smoothed his palms down the taller man's back before slipping his fingers underneath the tank top to push it up. Fitz closed his eyes on the shivers of pleasure rippling along his skin where Luc dragged his nails down his back and around to his belly.

His breath caught as Luc pushed up, cupping and squeezing his pecs. He lifted his arms, silently begging to be rid of the shirt and Luc complied with a soft chuckle.

"So eager, caro," he breathed against Fitz's spine, driving the man onto his toes by licking his way up to bite the nape of his neck.

"Fuck," Fitz shuddered.

Luc walked his fingers down his ribs around to his abs to release the chaps. "We can play more with this later, si?"

"Hell yeah," Hunter smiled, and Fitz's dick twitched. "His ass is perfect in those things."

Damn, this was his wet dream coming true. The two men Fitz lusted over the most, both right here, both hot and hard.

For him.

Fuck. Yeah.

He yelped when Luc laid a hard slap against his rump. Hunter covered his mouth laughing, eyes wide.

"Far too many layers between me and your skin, Horatio, ragazzo cattivo. Strip. Now."

Shuddering, ass stung, Fitz peeled the bikini down and off. When he bent to free his feet, Luc grabbed both cheeks and squeezed, throwing him off-balance. Luc's firm grip kept him upright, though and he relaxed into the other man's touch.

"Well done, caro, baring your ass for me. Grazie," Luc purred. "Pay attention, Royce."

Hunter quickly dropped his T-back. Fitz licked his lips watching that thick cock bounce close enough to touch. He gave his own a quick stroke but released it when another sharp slap landed on his ass.

"So naughty," Luc scolded. "That cock is mine tonight."

"Yes, Maestro." Fuck he was gonna come if Luc kept spanking him like that.

Luc gave him a push. "Go stand there with Royce."

Ass pleasantly heated, Fitz moved to obey, bumping the other man's naked hip with his own.

This was gonna be a really good night, and his best friend, his lifelong lover, was going to finally get what he always craved.

"What is it Royce likes most, Horatio, when you fuck him?" Luc asked, sitting on the lounger to go through the toys Hunter picked out.

"When we have time to play around, he likes nipple and ass play. He loves sucking my cock and balls and likes to be fucked hard and deep. But his most favorite thing is to be covered in cum, mine an' his."

Luc held up a set of tasseled nipple clamps and a wide silicone anal plug. "I see. And what does he not like?"

"I...don't know, Maestro. I never Dommed him. And he's been too nervous to scene with anyone but you."

"Ah. Bring me lube, Royce."

Hunter blinked and Fitz pointed to the bedside table where a selection of slick sat waiting. He scurried over and grabbed one, then brought it to Luc.

"Down."

Hunter turned and sank to his knees. He grunted when Luc roughly shoved his head down to the floor with a hand on the back of his head, popping his ass up into the air.

"Down." He delivered a punishing spank that made Hunter hiss. Fitz smiled. He knew from experience what that hand could do. "Do not make me repeat direction."

"Apologies, Maestro."

"Horatio, come here," Luc held out the plug and lube.

Fitz dropped to his knees and took the items, popping the lube open to let it fall directly on Hunter's crease. He squirted more onto the plug and used his fingers to spread it down and around Hunter's pucker. He slid two fingers into his friend's waiting hole with the ease of familiarity.

He was hot and tight, clenched, and needy. Fitz swallowed, dick throbbing. He knew exactly how that felt around his cock. He withdrew fast and replaced his fingers with the slicked-up tip of the plug and eased it in.

Hunter groaned arching his back. Fitz watched his body greedily swallow the plug, almost disappointed when it was snugly set.

"Grazie, Horatio. Clean up, per favore. I have plans for those hands."

Making no effort to disguise his whoop of delight, Fitz hurried to the small sink by the toy cabinet to clean and sanitize his hands.

When he got back, he had to clench his hands into fists to keep them off his dick.

Luc had Hunter sitting astride him on the lounger while he sucked and licked his nipples.

Gasps, pants, and cries of pleasure brought Fitz to his knees. Hunter was grinding against the man under him mindlessly. Luc cupped both ass cheeks in those elegant hands, squeezing and kneading.

"Fuck," Fitz croaked, mesmerized by the jostling plug peeking between Hunter's cheeks. "Fuck, that's so fuckin' hot."

Luc let go of Hunter's ass long enough to grab a nipple clamp. Pinching one reddened tip he slipped it on, and Hunter shuddered when he released it. He took his time tugging and rolling the other nipple before clamping it.

"Che bello, Royce," Luc crooned. "Let Horatio see."

"Oh, god, Luc," Hunter was almost sobbing. "I'm so close... I'm gonna come."

"You will not, caro until I say." Luc's unwavering decree brought a whimper from Hunter, but he slid from his lap and knelt facing Fitz.

Fitz was speechless, eyes locked on the rosy, red nipples held at attention by the clamps. Hunter's cock was so hard it was standing straight up, tapping on his belly, and leaving glistening strands of precum clinging and oozing down his skin.

"Can I suck him off, Maestro?" Fitz begged voice hoarse from a throat so dry he could cough up Texas bedrock.

"Hm," Luc sighed with a wicked smile. "How fast does he recover?"

"Like a horny college kid on Viagra," Fitz promised.

Hunter's cock was shorter than his by just a hair but sported a thick base and fat, mushroom head that Fitz loved to have down his throat.

"Then ease him, caro, on the bed for me."

Fitz lunged up, grabbing Hunter under his arms to haul him over to the bed. The other man groaned and writhed, pushing up until he was stretched full length, legs open in invitation.

Licking his lips, Fitz crawled up Hunter's body, licking and nipping his skin, tugging, and rolling hairs as he went until he lay on top of him.

Hunter cupped his ass and pulled him close, lifting his hips to stroke their cocks alongside each other.

Drowned in lust, Fitz devoured Hunter's lips, sweeping his tongue between them to curl around the other man's seeking tongue.

"You look so sexy, baby," Fitz rumbled, stroking along Hunter's hips and thighs. "With these nipples, all clamped an' plumped up and that sweet, sweet ass plugged an' stretchin' out. So fuckin' sexy you blow my mind."

Hunter arched under him, clinging to him, and trying to wrap his legs around his waist.

Fitz yelped when Luc grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him up off Hunter.

"You said suck him, caro," Luc murmured in his ear. "Not fuck him."

Using his hair, Luc guided Fitz down until he was eye-to-head with Hunter's cock. With a sigh, Fitz lapped at the precum coating the head and sucked it into his mouth.

Hunter's long, low groan spurred him on, bobbing his head to gobble down that fat cock till it thumped the back of his throat and swallowed around it.

Hunter's hips jerked, shoving his cock further in and causing Fitz to choke, which set his wheels grinding even faster.

Damn, he loved choking on a fat dick.

Needing air, he withdrew far enough to sip more precum and felt movement. Opening his eyes, he saw Luc had removed the duster and was running his hands over Hunter's chest, dragging his nails along and flicking the clamped nipples.

"When was the last time you took a hard cock in that glorious ass, Horatio?" he asked,

Fitz pulled off Hunter's dick with a lewd slurp to answer. "Last time you fucked me, Maestro."

Luc smiled, peering at him through a few strands of that pale hair. "Does Royce not switch, then?"

"He does," Fitz stroked Hunter from base to tip and back, pressing a kiss to the spongy head that made the man under him whimper. "Just not as much lately. I don't mind toppin' 'im. B'sides, I like saving my ass for you." Time to go out on that limb. "Hell, I'd never play another scene with nobody else if you wanted me all the time."

Luc laughed, husky and so fucking sexy Fitz felt his cock throbbing. "Horatio, you'll give me ideas with such words, caro."

Fitz watched emotions play across Luc's face and his heart stuttered. He dived back down on Hunter's cock, but the tent in Luc's loose pants caught his attention.

He wanted Luc's cock, too.

Did that make him greedy?

Prolly.

Did it make him slutty?

Maybe.

Did he care?

Nope.

Hunter surged under him as Luc moved away and Fitz let that cock slide right down his throat to his happy place.

Dimly, he heard a condom being unwrapped and the pop of a lube cap.

Fuck yeah. It was gonna be a really good night.

***

Cleo was right.

Royce and Horatio were sublime together.

Luc was intoxicated, his senses running on high, almost overwhelmed. The sound of their shared pleasure and the scent of their need was driving him to heights he never experienced before.

He couldn't hold back his desire to join them on the bed. He had to have them, but he would take Horatio first. His ass was readily available, after all.

He moved behind him with a condom and lube ready, gliding his hands down that smooth skin over taut, flexing muscle. He squeezed and kneaded, parting those cheeks so he could get a whiff of this man. He lowered his head to flick his tongue along the crease, tracing down until he found that tight rosebud. He swirled the tip around that fluttering pucker and chuckled at the moan Horatio unleashed.

Horatio loved this, and Luc was happy to do it for him. Pulling back, he ran one finger down his crease, then blew warm air against that waiting hole before going back in to nibble, lick and suck.

Slowly, the tight guardian muscle relaxed, and Luc smeared lube on his hands before sinking his thumbs in.

"Oh fuck!" Horatio hissed when his tongue penetrated, flicking in and out. "Do it, please, Maestro," he begged. "Fuck me, fuck me hard."

To have this man, with all his size and strength surrender completely was too much. Luc rose up, sliding two fingers into that dark sheath and twisting to stroke the gland within.

Horatio shuddered, hips jerking back, and Luc withdrew. He knew Horatio could take him with minimal prep. He liked the burn and stretch of a cock far more than fingers, after all.

"Not another word, caro," he commanded, lining up his cock, "until Royce is coming for us. You eat his dick like your last meal."

Horatio's ass tilted up before him and he plunged in, left speechless by how tight and hot and ready that ass was for him.

Horatio was always ready for him, always eager. He ground his hips and kept going until his balls slapped against the man beneath him.

Now he was home.

Hearing Horatio and Royce cry out in pleasure drove him on. He pulled back enough to leave the head buried then slammed back to the hilt, laying a slap on that quivering ass.

It was a race then, all of them moving and grinding, until Royce's legs stiffened, a harsh, gasping cry tearing out of his throat as he came.

"Paint him," Luc rasped. "Soak him in his cum."

"God, yes, fuck, fuck!"

Royce's pants of pleasure made Luc's head swim. He pulled out of Horatio and pushed him up the bed until he was kneeling over Royce.

"Stroke him, Royce," he ordered. "Milk him so you can bathe in it."

"Fuck yeah, baby," Horatio shuddered. "Come get it."

Luc guided Royce's hand to the root of Horatio's cock, stroking with him before letting go and slamming his hungry back into that ass. He pounded away, reaching down to cup and squeeze Horatio's balls.

"Yeah baby, yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard!"

Horatio's voice was ambrosia, and Luc gave him what he asked for, wrapping his arms around him, and cupping his shoulders from the front. Horatio gasped and groaned, Royce giggled in pure happiness and Luc closed his eyes, opening his mouth to inhale the full-bodied flora of their combined essence.

"Oh my God, fuck," Horatio gasped. "Jesus h..."

Horatio was bonelessly collapsing. Luc let him go, settling back on his heels. Taking deep breaths, he stripped the condom from his still-hard cock and tossed it toward one of the cans around the bed.

Horatio sighed and settled to the bed beside Royce.

"Baby that was so hot," he whispered, pressing kisses along Royce's shoulder. "You're  so pretty dressed in our cum."

"Feels so good," Royce murmured.

Luc smiled, leaning forward to run his hands over Royce's cum-coated skin. "Does it make you happy, caro?"

"So happy," Royce sighed.

Horatio laughed. "I think he's spaced."

"So, it seems," Luc nodded.

"Should we leave 'im plugged and clipped?"

"For now," Luc left the bed, moving carefully to tuck away his raging dick and secure his pants at his waist. He made his way to the bathroom to clean up.

"Y'know," Horatio said behind him, "we'd be happy to take care'a you, too. Once he comes down, that is."

"Oh, I know, bello, and you will," Luc assured him.

Horatio pressed against his back, reaching around to stroke his length. "I love suckin' this dick," he growled, licking his ear.

Luc drew a deep breath, sweat, and cum laying thick in the air.

Horatio enjoyed being skull fucked, the rougher the better. Luc got him off more than once with nothing but his cock down his throat.

"See to Royce," Luc handed him a soapy towel and a damp one. "We will continue when he is ready."

"Si, Maestro," Horatio purred.