Sören felt like he could sing and dance when he got out of work, and not just because it was Friday night and he finally had both Saturday and Sunday off for the first time in too long. Tonight, they were going to make magic.
Before Sören left the National, he stopped in the restroom, went into a stall, and put in the plug. On the scooter drive home, the purr of the engine made the plug gently vibrate inside him, teasing him more and more, his mind racing with delicious fantasies of what Nicholas, Anthony and Mark were going to do to him... and each other. By the time Sören pulled into the driveway of their home in Blackheath, he wasn't just rock hard, his scrub pants tented, but there was a wet spot from precum, leaking right through his boxer-briefs.
Soon, Sören told himself as he climbed down from the Vespa, cock throbbing, hole twitching around the plug, his heart pounding. Very soon.
He couldn't get in the door fast enough, so horny and pent up that his hands trembled and fumbled as he tried to put the keys in the lock. Just before he could try again, Mark opened the door. Mark pulled Sören against him right away, kissing him deeply. Sören shivered at the feel of Mark's body against his, those strong arms holding him... Mark hard through his black jeans, grinding up on him as they kissed, letting Sören feel he wanted this just as much.
"Hi, Atya," Mark said, and leaned in to kiss Sören's forehead, then the top of his head. He gave Sören a squeeze.
"Hey, elskan." Sören got up on tiptoes to kiss the tip of Mark's nose, which made Mark grin and laugh. "Let me wash my hands and I'll be right with you, OK?"
Mark nodded, grabbing Sören's ass as Sören brushed by.
Once Sören was washed up, Mark led the way upstairs to the dungeon room on the second floor. Sören knew Anthony and Nicholas were waiting there - they'd been planning this for weeks - but he still gave a little gasp of surprise as he saw a trail of red rose petals leading down the hall, and then scattered over the floor of the room. Candles were lit in standing candelabras and wall sconces, and though Mark was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, his usual attire, Anthony was in a black suit with a white shirt and black tie, and Nicholas was in a tuxedo with tails. Sören laughed, delighted.
"Wow," Sören said. "So special."
"Well, it is Feanor Day," Anthony said with a smile.
Nicholas gave him a confused look, raising an eyebrow. "Fëanor... Day?"
"It's 4/20," Anthony explained. "When people blaze it."
"Is that a marijuana reference?"
Sören laughed harder, finding Nicholas adorable in his perpetual dorkiness. He came over to give Nicholas a kiss. "You're so cute," he teased.
Nicholas glared. "I am not cute."
"Hi Not Cute -"
"I think we shall commence straightaway with the spanking," Nicholas said, marching over to the spanking horse. He yanked Sören's scrub pants down, then his underwear. "What would be very cute is your arse all red."
Sören bent over the spanking horse and wiggled his ass at Nicholas. "It ain't gonna spank itself, Ñolo."
Nicholas swatted Sören's ass hard, with his bare hand. "That's one."
Sören's cock leapt and he moaned. Nicholas gave Sören's ass another slap and Sören's fists clenched the spanking horse, hole twitching as the sweet sting radiated through his cheeks. Another smack, and another. Nicholas counted them: five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Each smack harder than the last, Sören's ass sensitized, the plug teasing him even more with each blow. "Shall I stop?" Nicholas asked after the tenth swat.
"More, Daddy," Sören begged.
Nicholas growled - that sound made Sören's cock throb - and Nicholas spanked him again. Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. After the fifteenth slap Sören let out a squeal and Nicholas stopped. "You poor dear," Nicholas said, rubbing Sören's sore ass, as tender as he'd been fierce. Then he pulled out the plug. "Let Daddy kiss it better."
Nicholas got down on his knees, spread Sören's cheeks, and began to lick around the rim of his opening. Sören cried out, and again when Nicholas's tongue dipped inside, fluttering. Nicholas's wicked tongue teased and teased, light playful strokes, then harder and faster, fucking, switching back to lapping delicately. Sören howled and screamed, rocking his hips back, fucking himself on Nicholas's tongue. He glanced over and saw Mark and Anthony had their cocks out, stroking each other, kissing every now and again as they watched Nicholas eating Sören. That just made Sören even hotter.
"Please, Daddy, please, fuck me, please," Sören wailed, knowing of course they had only just begun.
"As you know, Daddy is fucking you, darling." With that, Nicholas's tongue lashed away inside him, Nicholas shaking his head to really get in there, rubbing that sweet spot, making Sören sob and pant, quivering, feeling like he was going to die of sexual need.
At last Nicholas pulled back, his hand caressing Sören's ass again, before one last smack. Shaking, Sören clung to the spanking horse until Anthony and Mark led him away.
Anthony peeled off Sören's scrub top, and his hands roamed over Sören's body, eyes appreciative. Sören looked at Anthony still clothed in his suit - though Anthony's cock was out, rock hard and dripping precum - and before Sören could touch it, Anthony swatted Sören's hand away. "I think a brat like you needs to be teased some more before we give you what you want," Anthony said, stroking Sören's face.
"Yes, Sir."
Anthony led Sören over to the bed and had Sören sit on the edge. Sören watched as Mark got out lengths of black rope.
The heavy canopy of the custom frame was specifically designed for suspension play - with a mattress just a couple feet down to break the fall if there was an accident. But Sören felt Anthony knew what he was doing... and Sören trusted him.
Sören began to do warmup stretches, and when he was ready, Anthony started to work the ropes, doing an intricate series of knots that was both aesthetic and practical for securing Sören to the bed frame and supporting his weight. With each knot, Sören's anticipation grew until his heart was hammering in his ears.
Sören hung in the air, laying on his stomach, arms and legs bound. Each little movement made him swing. Even though he wasn't very high up at all, there was the sensation of flying, the dizziness of the world below. Sören laughed and cried at the same time, adrenaline pumping, an intoxicating mix of fear and confidence, vulnerability and surrender and euphoria.
Anthony finally undressed, pausing a moment to let Sören look at his naked body, and then he climbed onto the bed and lay under Sören like a mechanic, flicking a feather over Sören's bare skin. First his forearms, then his calves, then his stomach, then his nipples. Anthony used the lightest touch, making Sören break out in gooseflesh, shivering. His nipples and cock stiffened almost painfully, his hole twitching, aching to be filled. Anthony made two more rounds with the feather on its own, and for the fourth round his tongue followed the feather. Sören gasped, panted, moaned. "Oh god, please..."
"Is it too much? Do you need to safeword?"
"Don't stop," Sören ground out. He could feel his cock dripping, and Anthony licked that too, making Sören cry out.
Then it was just Anthony's hands and mouth, exploring all over, Sören's flesh exquisitely sensitized from all the teasing, going deeper and deeper into sensation. Deeper and deeper into submission, letting himself fly for his first love. Anthony licked at Sören's cock some more and then it was in Anthony's mouth, sucking slowly, as Sören hung there, helpless to the slow, sweet torment. "Fuck," Sören sobbed.
"Don't you dare come without permission." Anthony reached up to smack Sören's ass, then Sören's cock was back in his mouth and Anthony sucked just a little harder and faster, daring him to climax.
Mark and Nicholas were both naked now and had been stroking each other, watching the show, and now they put on a show of their own to torture Sören further. Sören watched as Mark got on his knees and took Nicholas's cock in his mouth, sucking from the side so Sören could get a good look at Mark's mouth full, Mark bobbing up and down as he sucked Nicholas hard, Mark's hand playing over Nicholas's chest hair and hairy thighs, Nicholas's face in ecstasy as he moaned and gasped. Sören whined and Anthony hummed around Sören's cock, slowing down the sucking, as Mark sped up on Nicholas.
Sören's eyes locked with Nicholas's across the room. Sören felt himself edging, trying to hold back, but Anthony's mouth was too good and Nicholas was too sexy. "Please," Sören begged again. "Oh god, please, please, please, Anthony, I can't take it..."
Anthony made an exaggerated noise of frustration. He licked Sören's cock again, and then he rose and began the process of untying Sören from the canopy. Mark stopped sucking Nicholas and the two stood by in case Anthony needed help, but he managed to get Sören safely on the bed unbound without incident. Sören could feel the burn of where the ropes had been, and he stretched some more, since he'd been up there for awhile and he was sore all over.
Not too sore to want. Now they lay him back and the three of them licked the rope burns, as Sören writhed and panted underneath them, cock twitching, throbbing, needing to come desperately. When Sören dug his nails into Anthony and bit him, absolutely feral in his lust, Anthony laughed and patted Sören. "I suppose we can give you what you want now."
Nicholas and Mark couldn't resist teasing Sören just a little more, with Nicholas working lube over Mark's cock. Then it was Nicholas and Anthony's turn to tease, laying on their sides on the bed, kissing and caressing each other, cock rubbing cock. Mark gently pushed Sören down and grabbed a fistful of Sören's hair, guiding Sören's head to where Nicholas and Anthony's cocks were kissing. Sören's mouth wrapped around them as Mark began to push inside Sören.
Sören sucked the two cocks together in time to Mark's thrusts, slowly at first, then harder, faster. When Mark slammed away into Sören, he growled and spanked Sören's ass, and Sören sucked Nicholas and Anthony for all he was worth, making a filthy slurping sound around the cocks in his mouth as his head moved up and down, up and down, cocks gliding in and out of his mouth. Nicholas and Anthony moaned as they kissed, hands pawing. Sören whined around the cocks in his mouth as he watched Anthony lower his head to lick Nicholas's nipples. When Anthony sucked on them, Sören whimpered, rocking his hips back at Mark, fucking Mark's cock, their hips slapping together furiously. Sören was going mad with pleasure and lust, and he gave a little sob of relief and torment as Mark's hand came around to play with his cock.
As they got closer, the Silmarils floated towards them. Sören seized one, white-knuckled, while Nicholas and Anthony held the others. He watched as Anthony used a Silmaril to rub Nicholas's nipples, then down Nicholas's stomach, hip, and thigh, and back up. Nicholas did the same, teasing Anthony's nipples in circles. Sören knew they could feel the stones pulsing, and that made Sören even wilder. He brought the Silmaril he was holding over to their balls, and as he sucked he caressed one sac with the glowing, throbbing, warm stone, then the other.
Nicholas and Anthony didn't last much longer after that. Anthony came first, letting out that shuddery sigh Sören loved, just before he began to shoot in Sören's mouth. Nicholas kissed Anthony, groaning into the kiss, and now Nicholas was spurting too. Tasting them made Sören come, screaming around the cocks in his mouth as he contracted hard. Three thrusts later Mark came with a cry, and Sören shivered at the pleasure of feeling Mark's hot seed spill inside him.
Sören swallowed, savoring the taste of them, and then Nicholas and Anthony dragged him up by his hair to kiss him in turn. Mark sank down to cuddle with them and he kissed Sören deeply.
They weren't done yet. A few kisses later they were all hard again, ready for more. Now it was time for Mark to yield himself. He lay on his back as Anthony bound Mark's wrists to the slats in the head of the bed, every now and again stopping to check and make sure they weren't too tight, and Mark was doing OK. When Mark's wrists were securely tied, Anthony had Mark test the bonds and, satisfied, Anthony gave Mark a sensual kiss that made Sören's cock start leaking precum again.
Nicholas sucked Sören's cock, getting him ready, as Anthony put Mark's legs on his shoulders and ate at his opening. When Sören and Mark were both slick with spit, Nicholas worked lube over Sören's cock and Anthony poured lube into Mark. Anthony and Nicholas gently guided Sören into position, Sören throwing one of Mark's legs on his shoulder as he guided his cock to Mark's entrance.
Sören moaned when he was all the way in, loving the silken heat embracing him. Mark sighed and trembled. "Atya," he breathed.
"I love you," Sören rasped, and began to thrust.
Sören put the Silmaril he'd been holding on Mark's heart. Nicholas and Anthony added theirs. Sören continued to thrust, watching the Silmarils glow on Mark's chest, watching Mark's eyes glow, watching the awe and joy on Mark's face as Sören hit that note inside him again and again with the ring in his cock.
"Atya." Mark gave a wordless moan, then a more insistent "Atya."
"That's it, my songbird, sing for us."
Anthony got behind Sören and when he was inside Sören, that was Sören's cue to thrust harder. Harder still when Nicholas was inside Anthony and set the pace, slamming into him. Three sets of hips smacked together, Sören's balls slapping Mark's ass as he drove fast and furious, lost in lust and pleasure, wanting to give Mark pleasure as well. Mark sobbed and screamed, rolling his hips back at Sören. "Yes yes yesyesyesyesyes Atya, yes Atya yes, more..."
"Oh god." Sören whimpered. And again, when Anthony nibbled on his neck.
Anthony's arms encircled Sören from behind, the hairy chest at his back, strong and safe. "I've got you," Anthony whispered, kissing Sören's neck, licking it. "Got you, baby."
Hearing Nicholas grunt made Sören even crazier. He reached down and started stroking Mark's dripping, glistening cock in time with his thrusts. Mark got even louder, the Silmarils burning brighter and brighter.
When Sören couldn't hold back anymore he leaned down, grabbed a fistful of Mark's hair with his free hand, and jerked Mark's cock as fast and hard as he could, before claiming his mouth in a deep, fierce, hungry kiss. Mark cried out into the kiss, and so did Sören.
"I'm so close," Sören whispered. "Need you to come with me."
Mark kissed Sören back and they shattered together, Mark's cum spraying Sören's stomach as Sören shot load after load into Mark's pulsing channel, clenching so sweetly. A moment later Anthony came with a hoarse shout and then Nicholas did with a deep groan.
The Silmarils glowed so bright everything went white. For an instant it felt like the four of them were one pulsing heart of the universe, and all that existed was love. A love that burned so bright no darkness could approach it. Sören pushed with his mind, visualizing the light rippling out beyond the walls of the house, all the way around London, the city in a bubble of brilliant, pulsing light. He could see in his mind's eye how Sauron's presence had created a dark shroud over the city - people were perfectly capable of evil nastiness on their own, but something about Sauron being here in this world had driven up the negativity, the hatred. Sören saw the light cutting through the darkness, grinding it down, melting it away.
Let there be peace.
Three weeks later, Curious Goods shuttered. Sauron was still out there somewhere - Sören could feel it, like the buzzing of a fly in the far end of a room - but for now he was gone from London. The papers reported that the crime rate was the lowest it had been in years; Anthony's colleagues were starting to joke they'd be out of business if this kept up.
To celebrate, Sören, Anthony, Nicholas and Mark went out to dinner at Balthazar in Covent Garden, and then they took a drive to Parliament Hill. Anthony used a wheelchair to get up the hill and once they were at the top they sat in the grass and looked down over the city of London as the sunset faded to twilight.
Even with Sauron gone, Sören still had plans to further reinforce the magical wards they'd put up over the city. He pulled out his phone and showed a photo that he'd copied from his tablet - a sketch of something inspired by the baptismal font at Hallgrimskirkja, a column of Icelandic basalt topped with crystal. Mark had spent the last three weeks building Sören a workshop on the side of the house, and in his spare time Sören had been reading up on how to work with glass and stone, which jogged Fëanor's memories. "The Pillar", as Sören had taken to calling it, would amplify the shielding. They would put it in the garden...
"...And when we eventually have to leave London, we'll find a public place to erect the Pillar, and I'll build a new one that can come with us to Iceland, and then... a new one when it's time to move on." Sören looked at Mark and put a hand on his shoulder. "I guess someday there'll be Pillars around the world. Maybe at least one on almost every continent."
Mark took a moment to respond, realizing what that implied. "So you're not just going to come with me and Nicholas when it's time, to stay with us... you're going to turn yourselves immortal as well."
Sören and Anthony looked at each other and then they nodded. "We've been talking about it and I think that's what we've decided," Anthony said. "When the Pillar goes live... we'll make the change." Anthony smiled. "And the cats, too. It's a package deal, we need our kitties." Anthony swallowed hard, eyes misting. "I know it won't fix my spine - this isn't autoimmune or aging-related, it's an injury, immortality didn't save Maitimo's hand, after all. But I can live with it. I didn't think I'd be ever saying something like that a few years ago after the accident, but..." Anthony wiped his eyes. "Jesus."
Sören pet him - he was so proud of Anthony it hurt - then he found his own words. "It's taken us this long - since February, after what we did to Nick - because it's, you know. Complicated. Not something to decide lightly. I don't know what the world is going to be like in a few decades, a few centuries. I just know that I love you and don't want to lose you again." Sören sighed, meaning that with all his heart. So long as they had each other, they would be all right, somehow.
Mark hugged them both, and then Nicholas pulled them all into a hug. "That means a lot," Mark said, his voice husky as he got choked up. "It's not an easy life, running like this every decade or two."
"No," Anthony said, "and I understand why you didn't want that life for me at nineteen. But... this is my choice, now. And maybe it's... not running, anymore."
"What do you mean?" Mark cocked his head to one side.
Anthony stroked his chin, gathering his words. "Maybe we're going from place to place to where we're needed, to keep driving back the darkness. To keep healing the world, where the land and people need that energy."
Mark let out a low whistle. "That's a beautiful way of putting it." Mark gave Anthony a little kiss. "You're beautiful." He tousled Sören's curls and rubbed Nicholas's beard. "All of you."
"You make it sound like we're superheroes now or something," Sören said, booping Anthony's nose, amused and delighted by the concept. Then Sören's laughter rang out as he remembered something from the 1990s.
"What?" Nicholas narrowed his eyes.
Sören couldn't resist, knowing it would get a rise out of Nicholas. "By our powers combined, we are Captain Planet."
Nicholas facepalmed, shaking with silent laughter. He rolled his eyes and smiled. "Shan't."
- FIN -
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