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The snow is still coming down when night falls. Eiden rubs the fog from the window with the side of his fist and peers out into the semidarkness. No chance of going home now, he supposes, but it’s fine. The fire is warm, there’s plenty of food left, and the company is…well, in his mind, it’s good. He can’t speak for the opinions of other three.
Comfortably full, Eiden leans back in his chair and watches them. Quincy is doing the dishes, and he glances over with a half-smile. Rei has a book open and is underlining things. He ate an actual meal for once, or most of it, anyway—what he didn’t share with Father. He only rolled his eyes at Eiden once during dinner, which Eiden counts as a win.
Kuya is in front of the fire, probably asleep. There’s a slight chance he’s not, but his chest rises and falls in rhythm. In contrast to Rei, he didn’t actually take a plate of food at dinner. He complained about every dish and then swiped bites off all the others’ plates. Eiden wisely kept his mouth shut about it.
Now he looks outside again and sighs, curious what everyone else is doing tonight. With the heavy snowfall, he wonders if Edmond stayed the night or went home so he wouldn’t be snowed in. Did Olivine make it back to the Temple? Or was it already too cold and slick for the carriage? He pictures Yakumo and Garu—and maybe Blade—curled up together, making crafts or reading or playing a game.
In the process of thinking about the rest of the clan, he realizes something: he’s bored out of his skull. He could, maybe should, help Quincy with the dishes, but that will take a few minutes at best. The rest of the evening will likely be spent watching two people sleep and one person avoid sleeping. Just the idea of it makes him yawn.
He must’ve made some noise because Rei looks up. “Eh?”
“Whatcha reading?”
“Tch. I know you have no interest in the history of gemstone expeditions in the mountain caves.”
All right, that’s fair, but Eiden scowls at being called out on it. “Maybe I am. How would I know if you don’t share?”
Rei’s lips twitch. “You’re insufferable when you’re bored.”
“It’s not my fault we have to wait out the storm together! If you two hadn’t insisted on coming inside—”
“If you and the giant want to fuck, no one is stopping you.” Rei says this with his gaze shifting back to the page he was reading.
“I’m stopping us!” Eiden snaps, his eyes flicking briefly toward Kuya.
Despite not looking up from his book, Rei snorts. “He doesn’t care any more than I do.”
By this time, Quincy’s done with the dishes and settling himself on his bed. He’s obviously caught the gist of their conversation because he mutters, “Troublesome” as he stretches out his legs and puts his hands behind his head. He isn’t wrong.
“So he also wants to watch us and take notes on our essence regulation activities?” Eiden asks.
“If you have something to say to me, be direct.” Kuya’s head appears from among his collection of pillows and blankets. “You’re disturbing my rest.”
“The Grand Sorcerer thinks you have an opinion on whether or not he and the big guy should go at it while we’re here.”
To Eiden’s annoyance, Kuya only laughs. “Will it be quieter than the two of you nattering on about it?”
“Just for that, I should be as loud as possible,” Eiden retorts.
“Stop talking, all of you,” Quincy orders from the bed.
Rei’s eyes are still sparkling with amusement, but he lowers his voice. “If I’m not going to be treated to a live demonstration, then you should come up with something else to keep us entertained.”
Kuya rolls over, propping his chin on his folded arms. “I agree with you for once, Master Rei. Go on, then.” His fanged grin is full of mischief.
Eiden glances around the cabin. “Quincy, do you have playing cards?”
Quincy frowns. “No. Why?”
“Something to do?” Eiden huffs. “What do you do for fun?”
“I sleep.”
Right. “You don’t have any games?”
“I didn’t say that.”
Eiden does his best to maintain his composure. “What games?”
Quincy rises from the bed, looking like he would rather be back in it, and goes to a cupboard. He takes out a patterned board and a wooden box and sets them on the table.
“Stone’s Throw,” he says, opening the box.
Inside, there are a multitude of polished, speckled stones in different colors and a pair of crude dice. Eiden picks them up and shakes them, rolling them on the table. Snake eyes. He looks at Kuya, who is gazing at him with a single fang out.
“How do you play?” Eiden asks.
“It’s simple to execute and difficult to win,” Rei says. “I’ve played a time or two.”
“Can we all participate?” Eiden looks at Kuya again.
“Up to six players,” Quincy says.
Kuya stretches and slips elegantly out of his blanket fort. “I will join you for one game.” He smirks at Eiden. “You’ll see how ‘difficult’ it is to win.”
The four of them settle around the table, and Quincy explains the rules. Rei was right. The goal is to collect the most stones of one color in the center. It’s not dissimilar to games Eiden used to play. The board is full of traps, and other players can wreak havoc on opponents’ stones. Seems like plenty to pass the time.
That is, until they start, and Kuya wins in under five minutes.
Rei glares at him. “None of your tricks, you damn old pain in the ass.”
“You wanted it to be difficult to win, did you not?”
“Would you rather sit around listening to Eiden complaining about being bored?” Rei demands.
“Hey!” Eiden scowls at both of them.
Kuya sighs dramatically. “If someone can make this exceedingly dull game any better, I’m all ears.”
It’s up to Eiden. Spotting a few bottles of something definitely alcoholic—even though he doesn’t know exactly what it is—he has an idea.
“Fine. The goal is to prevent anyone wanting to cheat, right? So if you advance your stones or take out someone else’s, you drink.” He stands and grabs a bottle of the booze.
Kuya scrunches his nose in disgust. “And if your stones are taken?”
“Simple. Take off something you’re wearing.” Eiden grins.
“There’s a third option,” Rei reminds him. “Choose not to or be unable to move.”
“Right.”
Eiden looks around, chewing on his lip as he contemplates. In a corner, he spies some leftover ribbon, probably from Kleinmas or someone’s birthday. He leaps out of his seat, hell-bent on getting to it before Kuya stops him. He just about makes it, sliding in like he’s stealing home plate, and his fingers close around the roll.
“Yeouch!!! Hot!”
He drops the ribbon, and the spool rolls toward Quincy’s feet. He picks it up and sets it on the table. Eiden rises and brushes off his trousers, avoiding Kuya’s gaze and his low chuckle.
As he sits, Eiden says, “If you can’t move on the board, you can’t move literally. We’ll tie you up one limb at a time.”
Rei’s expression is the same as the one he wears when he’s made some new discovery. “I’m in.”
“Troublesome,” Quincy says. “All right. Little devil, I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I do.” Eiden nods with much more confidence than he feels.
“Hm, it would seem the goal is to avoid drunkenness, nudity, and being bound. It could be fascinating to watch you all struggle.”
“You’re just planning to win again, then?” Rei asks. “What will be fascinating is seeing you do it while remaining sober.”
“Underestimating me as usual,” Kuya replies. “I am not so foolish as to become drunk at all, let alone over a game.”
Quincy looks amused. “You forget how long I’ve known you.”
Rei laughs, and Eiden stares. “Y-you’ve been drunk? Why haven’t I—Shit! Shit! Shit! Ow…” He shakes his stinging hand.
“Let’s play and see if the old fox can prove himself. What happens when someone wins?” Rei picks up the dice.
“We toast the winner, of course.” Eiden smiles wickedly at the others. “And the loser…we finish tying him up.”
“Just what do you plan to do then?” Quincy asks, looking as though he doesn’t particularly want to know the answer.
“Whatever we want.” Eiden hopes his meaning is clear.
They begin again, with Rei taking the first turn. The game takes much longer this time, between Kuya’s silent agreement not to cheat and the pauses every round for shots or clothing removal. By the fourth go round, Eiden’s head is fuzzy, Rei is stripped to the waist, and the other two have each taken two drinks and removed two articles of clothing.
Eiden is the first one to get the ribbon. With his stones blocked by Rei and Quincy, he can’t make a move. Rei wraps a length of silk around him, binding one arm to the rest of his body. Eiden thinks he pulls it a little tighter than necessary.
Three turns later, Eiden is in his underwear, Rei is swaying in his seat, and each of the others have taken a drink each time. Quincy looks remarkably unaffected—Eiden recalls he holds his alcohol quite well—but Kuya’s eyes are a bit glassy and he looks annoyed. If Eiden’s brain were working better, he might have some thoughts on the subject.
It’s Kuya’s turn, but he’s surrounded on three sides and can’t move his stones. He makes a low, angry growl in the back of his throat that raises the hairs on Eiden’s neck.
Rei waves a hand vaguely in his direction. “It’s only fair you get tied up.”
“Not by you,” Kuya snaps.
“I’ll do it.” Eiden’s words slur a bit, and he has to hold onto the table when he stands.
Quincy sighs. “I will do it.” He snatches the spool off the table before Eiden can get it.
He winds the ribbon around Kuya’s arm like a sling and fashions a bow near his shoulder. Eiden giggles, earning him another blast of heat. Rei picks up the dice to take his next turn, the result of which is everyone getting a good view of his zipper thong. He notices Eiden staring and props one booted foot up on the table to provide a better look. Eiden has to hold in a moan. God of Klein that man is hot.
After another pass around the table, Eiden’s other arm is tied, and Quincy has taken another shot and bound one of Kuya’s legs. On the next turn, Rei has his ankle tied to his chair. When the dice are placed in front of Eiden, he looks at them for a moment before scooping them into his mouth and spitting them back onto the table. Everyone else cringes visibly.
“Fuck,” Eiden mutters. He moves his stone with his nose, but he can’t take a drink.
“I’ve got you.” Rei’s smile is positively feral.
He uses his free leg to scoot his chair closer then pours a shot. Instead of bringing it to Eiden’s lips, he drinks it himself and then grabs Eiden by the back of his neck. He pulls him into a kiss, sharing the alcohol with him. Eiden swallows the liquid and continues to chase Rei’s lips with his own, groaning as their tongues slide against each other.
“Oi, you two!” Kuya snaps his free fingers in front of their faces.
Rei pats Eiden’s cheek as they separate. “Later,” he mutters.
Eiden only whines.
The game progresses in this manner, with Rei continuing to share alcohol with Eiden as Kuya’s expressions become increasingly deadly. By the final turn, Eiden is in nothing but a single sock, Rei is half stretched out on the table, and Kuya, much to his irritation and Rei’s delight, has all four limbs bound. Only Quincy is relatively unscathed. He’s had numerous shots, but he’s still wearing trousers and only has a hand tied.
When Eiden leans over unsteadily to wrap the ribbon around Rei’s arm and chest with his teeth, Rei licks his nipple, causing him to yelp. Eiden glowers at him as he sits back down and rolls the dice with his lips again. Quincy doesn’t bother with a glass, just tips the bottle into Eiden’s mouth. He then takes his own turn, moving his last stone in position to win.
“You are fortunate I know you would not bother to cheat,” Kuya says, knocking Quincy’s stone back on his next turn.
“Cheating is troublesome.” Quincy carefully removes his trousers. He isn’t wearing anything underneath them.
“Oh, my god,” Eiden says quietly.
Rei nods his chin in Quincy’s direction. “It’s impressive, isn’t it?”
Eiden only whimpers in response.
Rei’s next move wipes out another one of Eiden’s stones and Kuya’s last one. Eiden holds his breath, waiting for Kuya to set Rei on fire, but he’s behaving himself. That might actually be worse. After Rei takes a swig from a new bottle of liquor—no one is bothering with glasses anymore—Eiden removes his remaining sock with his toes and takes his final turn. Rei slips him more booze.
Quincy places his last stone in the middle of the board and takes a drink. He tips Kuya’s head back and tilts the bottle, pouring some out. Kuya swallows and licks his lips before leaning in to bite Quincy’s ear. Rei takes a drink and then another one to share with Eiden. This time, they don’t stop kissing.
Now that the game is finished, Rei undoes the ribbons binding him to his chair and slides into Eiden’s lap. He grinds against him while unfastening his hands. Freed at last, Eiden grabs Rei’s ass and squeezes, eliciting a moan. At the sound of Quincy’s voice, Eiden opens his eyes and peers around Rei, their lips still locked.
“You lost, old man. How do you want to do this?”
Kuya’s smile is menacing, and his fangs drip with saliva. “Are you certain you can handle it?”
Quincy’s response is to grab the liquor. He presses his thumb against Kuya’s mouth until he opens, and then he tips more of the amber liquid into his waiting mouth. He continues to feed it to him until Eiden interjects.
“Quincy! Isn’t that enough?”
Turning his head, Quincy only raises an eyebrow at Eiden. Kuya swallows visibly and looks up at Quincy, his lips still shiny from the alcohol. Eiden notices now that his cheeks are flushed and his eyes unfocused.
“Young master, aren’t you the one who says we should indulge in fun?” His words slur slightly.
Quincy doesn’t wait for Eiden to respond to Kuya’s query. He grips Kuya’s hair and pulls his head back before kissing him forcefully. As the sometimes-beneficiary of those hot, aggressive kisses, Eiden groans, almost feeling it himself. Kuya’s response is a sensual moan, louder than he ever is with Eiden.
Rei grips Eiden’s chin and turns his head. “Focus.”
“How is this not affecting you?” Eiden asks, doing his best not to look but still shooting furtive glances at the others anyway.
“I’ve seen it plenty.”
Rei kisses him then, simultaneously toying with his nipple, and suddenly Eiden has a lot less interest in what’s happening on the other side of the table. He doesn’t surface again until he hears Quincy grunt and tears his mouth away from Rei’s to see. Quincy now has Kuya over his shoulder, carrying him to the bed. He tosses him unceremoniously in the middle and climbs on top of him, pinning him down as he undoes the ribbons.
Instead of leaving him free, he grasps both of Kuya’s wrists and binds them together before tying him to the bed. Eiden watches in fascination. Kuya could easily get out of that, but he doesn’t. Instead, he lets Quincy undress him from the waist down. He parts his legs, and Quincy settles between them, running his hands up Kuya’s smooth thighs. The way he becomes so pliant makes it clear they’re no strangers to this.
Eiden’s breath catches, and he’s frozen to the spot, eyes wide and mouth open as Quincy descends to lick Kuya’s hole. Kuya arches off the bed, and Quincy firmly pushes him back down. He proceeds to use his lips and tongue to draw out more of those animalistic sounds.
Between the visuals and Rei’s grinding and fondling, Eiden doesn’t stand a chance. Heat builds in his lower body, and he shudders with the effort to hold off.
“Oh…oh god…Rei, I’m going to—”
Rei pants into his ear then suckles lightly on a sensitive spot on his neck. That does it; Eiden cries out as he cums, shaking all over.
“Fuck,” Rei mutters. “C’mon.”
He grabs Eiden’s hand and presses it against his crotch. Eiden’s fingers tremble as he unzips the thong and releases the hot, hard tool barely covered by the fabric. Shoving his hand inside, he wraps it around Rei’s shaft and works him until he’s shivering through his own climax.
Rei rests his forehead against Eiden’s briefly and gives him a peck on the lips before elegantly swinging his legs around and settling back in his lap. Eiden wraps his arms around his middle, and Rei leans back against him while they take in the sight on the bed.
Quincy shifts and takes Kuya’s dick into his mouth. He slurps on it like it’s his favorite treat, at the same time circling Kuya’s hole with his finger. Eiden whines, knowing exactly how it feels in Kuya’s place. A not insignificant part of him wishes he were the one tied up on the bed. But another part of him is captivated by this rare vision.
Kuya’s head is thrown back, the most desperate sounds escaping his lips as Quincy finger fucks him and sucks him off. He’s thrusting his hips up, digging his heels into the mattress. A violent scream rises from somewhere deep inside him, and his whole body stiffens. A moment later, he flops back onto the bed. Quincy pulls off him and draws the back of his hand across his mouth.
He turns to look at Rei and Eiden. “Come here.”
His tone leaves no room for discussion. Rei slides off Eiden’s lap and stands unsteadily, balancing against the table until he can haul Eiden up. They support each other as they weave toward the bed.
“What’s the plan?” Eiden asks.
Quincy only gives him a tiny smile before grabbing him and throwing him on the bed beside Kuya, making the two of them bounce and jostle each other. Kuya says nothing, just licks his fangs in invitation. Eiden leans in and kisses him as Rei unties the ribbon. Quincy drags Kuya by the legs farther down the bed to make room for Eiden to move above his head.
Pushing Kuya’s legs up, Quincy positions himself and slides into his loosened hole. Rei straddles his waist, facing Quincy, and leans in for a smoldering kiss that makes Eiden sigh and shiver. When the kiss ends, Rei places his hands on the underside of Kuya’s thighs and leans down to engulf his cock in his hot mouth.
Kuya places a delicate kiss on Rei’s sensitive, secret mole. He uses his tongue to trace Rei’s dick, nibbling and licking until Rei pulls off him and calls him a damn tease and tells him to get on with it already. Kuya’s laughter is soft and breathy.
From where he sits, Eiden has a perfect view of the three of them. They have a practiced, comfortable ease together. Those vibes he picked up when they met him outside the cabin weren’t only born of knowing one another for so long. Even in his alcohol-infused fog, Eiden understands that they must’ve found ways to take care of each other over time. A small part of him feels like an outsider to this intimacy.
It doesn’t last long. Rei pulls off one more time to look back at Eiden. “Do me,” he says, an echo of their first time. Despite the crude words, Rei’s gaze is affectionate, and he gives Eiden a smile that’s halfway between taunting and tender.
No need to ask a second time. Eiden positions himself so he can work Rei open with his tongue and fingers. When he at last slides his cock inside, he feels Kuya’s warm hands on him, gently squeezing and releasing, encouraging him to move.
So he does. The four of them create a complex rhythm of undulating bodies and sensual sounds. Eiden’s head thrums from the alcohol and essence, his ears filled with Quincy’s soft grunts, Rei’s wet panting, and Kuya’s pleading moans. He feels the enormity of the moment as pleasure builds.
Kuya grips him harder, his claws digging into Eiden’s skin. Eiden pauses his thrusts to watch him come undone, utterly unguarded and losing himself in his orgasm. It’s possibly one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen. Rei lets go of his cock and tilts his head up. Quincy’s mouth is on him again, sharing Kuya’s essence and spunk.
Eiden speeds up his thrusts again in concert with Quincy doing the same. Rei tears his lips away from the kiss, his gasps turning into a shout of release. It’s almost enough, but Eiden holds off. He wants to see Quincy lose it first. Below him, he hears Kuya give a high-pitched yip, and when he looks down, he’s surprised to see tears at the corners of his eyes. He scratches at Eiden’s thighs, shifting restlessly against Quincy’s brutal pounding. It’s only another few snaps of his hips before he presses hard against Kuya as though he wants to climb all the way inside. He lets out a low growl as his entire body shudders at the same time Kuya shakes with another orgasm.
And then Eiden is over the edge too, leaning on Rei’s back and almost sobbing, his vision blurring as he cums. All four of them are still for a moment, descending from their peak and letting their pounding hearts slow. They disentangle their bodies and lie together on the bed.
Recovering, Kuya rolls onto Eiden and cages him with his arms. His eyes are bright with excitement and renewed arousal. He licks Eiden’s lips before kissing him deeply. Beside them, Eiden hears the others doing the same. He reaches over and brushes his fingers against Rei’s, feeling an answering press of his hand.
They fuck again and again, swapping positions and partners. Outside, the snow continues to fall and the wind rattles the windows. But inside, it’s heat and light, keeping the four men sustained through the storm until they’re fully sated and lying in one another’s arms.
Eiden turns his head to the side to look at Kuya. For the first time in Eiden’s memory, he looks utterly wrecked, his body covered in sweat and semen and love bites, his hair a tangled mess and his skin rosy. He’s a vision, and Eiden wishes he could capture the image so he would never forget it.
The last thing he remembers is a soft hand brushing his hair off his forehead and a tender kiss on his temple.
Quincy carefully slides out from in between Eiden and Rei so he doesn’t disturb them. He grabs a robe and wraps it around himself before going to sit by the fire. Kuya, in a robe borrowed from Quincy’s bureau, is already there, smoking and looking out at the now-clear sky. He glances over at the sound of Quincy settling into his chair.
“Quite an evening,” Kuya remarks quietly, his lips curving upward a bit.
“Mm.” Quincy watches for a moment. “You weren’t really drunk.”
“As sharp as ever, old friend.”
“Then why—”
Kuya finishes his smoke and alights from the window sill. He slips into Quincy’s lap and curls up, leaning his head against the large man’s chest.
“Shh. I didn’t want to ruin the young master’s fun.”
“Hm.” Quincy runs his fingers through Kuya’s still-damp hair. “You’ve gone soft in your old age.”
“Not a bit.” Kuya nips his ear. “Keeping him on his toes is entertaining.”
“I see.”
Instead of pushing further, Quincy wraps his arms around Kuya, and the two of them lean on each other while they enjoy the quiet beside the warm fire.