(Dianne) Fox Writes

While hosting the Torquere Social LiveJournal, I wrote a little snippet that’s set a few months after Angels Come to Visit.

“It’s not what you think,” Keir promised, slipping up behind Christophe and pressing himself to Christophe’s back, between the massive wings that split it in two. “I didn’t touch him.”

“He’s in our bed,” Christophe protested.

“He is,” Keir agreed. Sylvain was spread-eagled on their bed, face-down and naked, his golden skin gleaming in the candlelight. Christophe tried to pull away, but Keir wouldn’t let go, arms and tail all holding on tightly. “He’s for you. I’ve seen you watching him. It’s your Naming Day; he’s your gift.”

“You seduced him?” Christophe asked incredulously. “You used your magic to bring him here for me?”

Keir shook his head, flicking his tongue over the back of Christophe’s neck. “I didn’t have to. He wanted to be here. He wants you.”

Once, he’d been so ashamed of his own proclivities that he’d never noticed how common it was. Now, he understood. There were many angels and demons in the Realm who felt the way he did. Though Keir couldn’t be heir to his mother’s throne without siring a child, he was content to be prince once again and second to his brother’s role as Heir. It meant he could stay here, with Christophe.

“Me?”

“You,” Keir assured him, rocking his own hips against Christophe’s ass, reminding him that Sylvain wasn’t the only one who wanted him. “And he’s right over there, waiting for you. He wants to feel you touch him, fuck him…”

Christophe made a helpless, wanting little noise, and Keir knew he’d won. Christophe deserved something beautiful for his Naming Day gift, and Sylvain was the perfect choice. He wanted Christophe nearly as much as Keir did.

When Christophe pulled away this time, Keir let him go, and followed him over to the bed. It dipped when Christophe sat down next to Sylvain, but Sylvain didn’t stir. He didn’t move at all until Christophe’s hand slid down his back, from his neck to his ass, and then his wings fluttered as he moaned. Sylvain’s wings were darker than Christophe’s, and tinted with the gold of his skin. They were just as striking, just as beautiful as the rest of him.

“Please,” Sylvain whispered, turning his head so that he could see Christophe. So Christophe could see him. Keir could see him, too, could see the pure need on his face. “Please touch me.”

Christophe made that same little sound of desire and leaned forward, pressing his lips to the corner of Sylvain’s mouth. His mouth kept moving from there, over Sylvain’s shoulders and down the slim line of bare skin between his wings. He nuzzled at the dip just before Sylvain’s ass, then moved further down, licking and kissing all the way. Sylvain moaned, spreading his legs further to let Christophe have him.

Keir moaned, too, watching them from his spot against the wall beside the bed. He slipped his hand down to wrap around his cock, stroking lightly. Watching Christophe like this was such a thrill. Usually, he was too involved in whatever Christophe was doing to him to be able to see how incredibly sexy Christophe was while he was doing it.

Christophe looked up at him. “Come play,” he whispered, his eyes dark with need. Tonight, apparently, would be no exception.