Hunter never felt so languid and sated in his life.

He was surrounded by soft light, and a quiet buzzing in his ears lulled him into semi-awareness.

It was perfect bliss.

The hair and skin on his chest and belly were stiff and beginning to itch with cooled and drying cum. A slow smile stretched his lips and he chuckled quietly.

Damn, he felt good.

He understood now, why Fitz would break his neck running to answer when Luc wanted him. After this, he would, too. As far as Hunter was concerned, Luc was the perfect Dom for him, and he couldn't wait to continue playing with him, and much more.

He blinked sluggishly when a warm wet cloth slid over his skin. He managed to make out Fitz's smiling face over him and realized he was cleaning him up.

"Hey, hon," he whispered.

"Welcome back, baby," Fitz murmured. "Feelin' good?"

"So good," Hunter sighed, stretching as Fitz finished up and tossed the towel aside. "Where's Luc?"

"He'll be back in a minute. Listen, you dig 'im, yeah?"

"Yeah," Hunter nodded. "I get it, now, why you keep coming back here, to him. You dig him, too."

"If he wanted to collar me, I'd let 'im."

Hunter blinked, and a small kernel of dismay sprung to life in his heart. "He's the Dom you want. Your Dom."

"The only one I would wear a collar for."

Hunter swallowed, pushing up on his elbows. He loved Fitz, always had, but he wouldn't stand in the way of his friend's happiness, no matter how much it hurt. "I'll bow out."

"Don't you fuckin' dare!" Fitz snapped, cutting him off. "That ain't where I was goin'. Listen, he's lonely. We both got that, didn't we?"

"Yeah."

"We hoed around enough, haven't we? Me with the Dom'a the Week, you with vanillas. We always come back to each other. We always do, but you're worried if we get together, commit to each other, we'll wind up resentin' it cuz we don't got it in us to Top each other. Royce," Fitz leaned close, amber eyes earnest. "I would never resent you. I love you to death, baby. If we never found a Dom, I'd love you no matter what.

"I know Luc is the Dom I want, but what if he's the one we both been lookin' for?"

Hunter's mouth fell open, the idea Fitz was presenting becoming clear. "You mean, both of us with him in a triad?"

"Why not? You were ready to swallow your tongue at the idea of scenin' tonight 'til Luc called us. And you didn't see his face when I told him I'd give it up for him. Being blind from so young, I reckon he's never learned to read expressions, so it don't occur to him to police his face.

"Baby I saw hope, hunger, need. That man's wanted to collar me for I dunno how long, but now he wants you, too. Even wearing his collar wouldn't make me give you up, and I don't think you'd give me up either. That's prolly why we never had a serious boyfriend between us. Maybe, we can all have what we want with each other."

Hunter was dizzy with the possibility. And hopeful. They could make it work. "How do we get him to collar us both?"

"We gotta get to know 'im outside'a here. Hell, we could ask 'im on a date to get that ball rollin'. I reckon you need a few scenes solo with 'im, too."

"What? Why?"

"I've had 'im, going over a year, now, since I got my Plat," Fitz explained. "You deserve that experience."

"Fuck that. If I'm not bowing out, you're not either. If he wants us both, he gets us both. I love you, Fitz, and I'm not dropping you out of my life to date the guy we both have a nuclear crush on."

Fitz smiled at him with such love that his throat grew tight. Hunter sat up and moved closer, wrapping his arms around him.

Fitz embraced him, rubbing a hand up and down his back. "I love you too, baby. So much," he whispered.

After a moment, he sat back, eyes gleaming. "So, how we gonna get our Dom?"

***

While Horatio cleaned up Royce, Luc went back to the sitting room and grabbed a few choice bottles of liquor to place on one of his rolling carts. He added snifters and shot glasses and checked the small refrigerator, finding the remains of their sushi tucked within. He added it all to the cart with chopsticks and grabbed several bottles of water.

Luc didn't bother with the plates. They could just eat out of the containers. In fact, he rather relished the idea of feeding them by hand.

Mm. Che dolce.

He wheeled the cart into the bedroom and wandered over to the lounger. He felt his way through the numerous toys Royce picked out.

He had selected a long, flexible paddle, vampire gloves, and cock rings in different sizes.

Between them, his boys certainly had a wide range of interests.

Luc paused at that.

His boys.

The thought made Luc happy. The idea of having both Royce and Horatio for his own was exciting. The hope of genuinely connecting with the two men who wanted him, as Luc, not il Maestro- made his heart trip and his hard cock throb painfully.

Was it asking too much of them, to share him? He adored Horatio, and almost collared him within days of meeting him, and Royce...

Luc sighed, running the paddle through his hands. Royce was eager and open, utterly guileless, and so responsive. He made Luc's heart swell with growing affection.

If he could have them both, he would.

If he couldn't...

The thought of having to choose between them caused physical pain.

He couldn't.

He certainly would never become a point of conflict between them.

Royce and Horatio obviously loved each other deeply, despite the obstacle of their submissive nature they believed stood between them.

Luc yearned to fold himself into that circle of mutual devotion. He would do everything in his power to make them both happy, to take care of them, to ensure they both knew they were cherished.

That they were seen and treasured.

And if they didn't want to share their bond with him?

He would cross that bridge only if he had to.

***

Royce and Horatio stirred when he pulled the heavy curtain around the bed back. Luc didn't hear the rustle of clothing and smiled at the idea that they remained naked for him.

That pleased him quite a bit.

"Back with us, Royce?"

"Si, Maestro," he chuckled. "It was a pleasant trip."

Luc laughed, thrilled to the core. "Have some water, bello. The night is young."

He held out bottles of water and nodded when they took them. "I brought food and some of the liquor you wanted. Shall we?"

"Horatio told me you didn't come, Luc," Royce said softly.

He smiled. "No, not yet, bello. I am patient. Let me take care of you."

Royce moved toward him, cupping the rigid ridge of muscle under his clothes.

"How about you let us take care of you, Maestro," he whispered, squeezing him gently. "Then we can all take care of each other."

"I like the sound'a that." Horatio's hand joined Royce's and Luc heard the smile in his deep voice. "'Sides which, we owe you a blowjob."

Luc shivered at the thought of both of their mouths on him at once. When Royce came closer to drop kisses along his jaw, he let them pull him forward.

Large, warm hands he recognized as Horatio's slipped under his shirt to run up his belly to his chest, teasing the small nubs of his nipples.

"Y'know," he murmured, "I've never seen ya naked. I'd love to, tonight, Luc."

He flinched away from them, and his passion cooled drastically at the idea of them seeing his ravaged flesh.

"No, no," Royce soothed, cupping his face. "You said you wanted to be seen, and we want to see you." He pressed a tender kiss to Luc's lips that made his breath catch. "Let us see you, and touch you, please, Luc."

He stood still, letting them caress, kiss, and nuzzle him until Horatio pushed at his shirt. Royce urged his arms up, murmuring words of affection and encouragement. Before he knew it, they had the shirt off and tossed away. Horatio cursed and wrapped his arms around his waist, and Royce stroked the burn and skin graft scars down the center of his chest and abs.

"Luc, oh my God," he whispered. His fingers fluttered along Luc's marred skin, over burns and scars that crisscrossed his body from the neck down. "So much pain you suffered."

"I hardly recall most of it," he said tightly. "It was so long ago."

"There's more here." Horatio turned him around and then Royce was kissing along the raised scar that ran from one shoulder blade down across his back to the opposite hip.

"Oh, honey," Royce whispered against him, sending pleasure spiraling out from his lips over Luc's damaged skin.

"Let's get these off too." Horatio plucked at his waistband.

Luc swallowed. "I've never seen them. I do not know how bad they are. The scars."

"They're big, most of them," Royce said.

"And they look like they hurt like a muthafucka," Horatio muttered.

"But they don't make us not want you," Royce added.

"You're a fuckin' warrior, Luc," Horatio finished, emotion thickening his voice, "to be walkin' around with this kinda physical trauma. You've been through pure hell and came out of it like a fuckin' champion, whole as anybody can be after such a thing. That shit is sexy as fuck."

Overcome, Luc clutched them both close, burying his face in the scent of them.

"My boys," he whispered. "My sweet boys."

"We are," Fitz sighed, tugging Luc's pants until they fell to his ankles.

"We will be," Royce told him, caressing his hips. "Just let us."

In a fog of hope and desire, Luc spoke without thought. "Yes, yes, please."

Their hands and lips were doing delicious things to him, and he had to have more.

"Lie down, Royce," he ordered. As the man moved to obey, Luc followed, settling on his knees over his face. "Horatio, I believe you promised me a blowjob."

"Fuck yeah."

Horatio clambered up until he was kneeling over Royce's hips.

"Get those nuts in your mouth, baby," Horatio instructed, wrapping a hand around Luc's straining cock. "I dunno if Luc's never had teabaggin' with a deepthroat, so let's blow his fuckin' mind."

Luc closed his eyes and groaned when Royce's tongue dragged the seam between his balls. He carefully sucked one into his mouth. Horatio ran a thumb over the leaking slit of Luc's cock and followed it with his tongue. Luc rocked his hips and cradled Horatio's head as he swallowed his cock.

His senses reeled when Horatio swallowed, and knowing his kink, Luc thrust harder, shuddering at the moaning gag. Withdrawing just enough to give him air, he slammed back in, setting a rough, punishing pace.

Luc's fingers curled into Horatio's hair and Royce wrapped his hands around his thighs, craning his neck to snake his tongue to the sensitive skin behind his balls.

Luc's orgasm swept over him out of nowhere, crashing through his body. Dimly, he heard the other men's moans and cries as they followed him, Royce's blunt nails digging into his thighs. Even through the scar tissue, the bite of pain sent him spiraling.

He fell forward, bracing his hands on Horatio's back as he sipped and stroked him dry.

"Enough," he gasped. "I'm spent."

Horatio shifted and Luc let himself settle on the bed next to Royce. Horatio lay on the other side and laughed quietly.

"That was..." Royce panted.

"Everything," Horatio finished, voice strained from a raw throat. "It was everything."

Luc sighed, bone-deep satisfaction making him smile, eyes closed as he laid a hand on Royce's hair-roughed and sweat-slick calf near his head.

"It is," he agreed. "Everything."

***

Luc listened to his boys' breathing slow down and even out. He smiled and eased off the bed, stretching once he got to his feet.

Suffused with happiness, he went into the bathroom and started the water. Luc knew Horatio liked a steamy bath as much as he did. He added bath salts and breathed in the earthy scent of tea tree and floral lavender.

He searched out bathrobes and hung them over the towel warmer. While the tub filled, he quietly gathered their discarded clothes and folded them on the lounger.

Luc opened one of the bottles on the cart and gave it a whiff, smiling. He poured a splash of cognac into one of the snifters and sipped.

"Got enough for the whole class?" Horatio teased from the bed.

"Of course, caro," Luc murmured, pouring for the other two men.

He cupped two snifters in one hand and carried his own in the other. Luc slid a hip onto the bed and held them out.

Horatio took them both and Royce yelped.

"Fuck, that's cold!"

Luc laughed hearing a playful slurp.

"Tastes good, tho'," Horatio chuckled.

"Gimme that. Asshole."

Luc left his glass on the bedside table and stepped into the bathroom to turn the taps off.

"Horatio, remove Royce's plug and clamps, and come along, both of you."

He eased into the hot water and sighed, relaxing.

"Okay, yet another room I want to live in," Royce remarked, entering the bathroom, and Luc laughed. "What was this place before you opened the Club here?"

"Oh, an extravagant showplace home for someone with more arrogance than money and good sense," Luc replied, listening as they stepped into the water, "or so Pru said. When reality caught up with them, they sold the entire property rather desperately. Pru did all the renovations. I did not know it at the time, but she did so based on my input."

"Damn this feels good," Horatio groaned, moving to lounge beside Luc while Royce cozied up on the other side.

Luc never felt so serene.

"How did you like your first scene, Royce?"

"Glorious," he sighed, rubbing his cheek on Luc's shoulder. "Everything I hoped it would be."

"It was a very light one," Luc cautioned. "I didn't want to overwhelm you."

"I want to learn more," he said. "I want to know how to please you."

Luc's heart gave a lurch and he had to take a moment before he spoke. "I have never trained a sub, but Horatio can be your guide to my particular kinks."

"It'd be my pleasure," Horatio purred, reaching over to him touch Royce.

After soaking for a while, Luc got out and handed them the warmed robes. Snuggling into them, they went back into the bedroom. Luc felt a cloud dampening his mood. This was the point when Horatio usually left him. He stopped himself short of asking Horatio to stay on other occasions. He didn't want to do that, not tonight.

Tonight, Luc wanted his sub to stay with him. Both of them. He wanted it more than words.

At a loss, he pushed his hands into his sleeves, hovering near the bed.

"Luc," Royce touched his shoulder. "Will you stay with us tonight?"

Joy, sudden and strong surged through him. Taking hold of himself, he ventured, "Do you wish to stay as well, Horatio?"

"Luc...yeah," Horatio cleared his throat, stepping close. "I do. I always did."

Relieved, Luc smiled. "Then we shall."