The first of many one-shots to come.
Harem themes.
These one-shots are set after the conclusion of the manga and before the sequel, as the sequel has not yet been released.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sennen Meikyuu no Nana Ouji
The Emperor's Harem
Being Emperor had its ups and downs and despite the positive welcome the shift in leadership had received, Ewan, more than anyone was still feeling unsteady on his feet. He felt every bit of weight the new responsibility placed on his shoulders and often questioned his own ability to handle it.
The changes were vast, both great and small. The clothes were a definite change, but he wore them, unlike the crown he avoided when not standing for the public crowds. The luxuries left him sputtering at how grand his accommodations were, from the many rooms that were for his use alone to the dishes of food that found their way to him at all hours whether he asked for them or not. He was still so unsure of how to be a person of authority.
Having people listen to him so earnestly was taking some getting used to too, but it was the people, men and women alike that tried to gain his attention that unsettled him. Nobles of all kinds flocked to the palace—his palace—for the sole purpose of catching a glimpse of him and maybe coaxing his favor in their direction. Fortunately, to get anywhere near him there was a group of formidable men they would have to get passed. That was a task proving to be difficult.
When there was time, and only a bit of work that could be put off for a while, certain perks just couldn't be denied.
Inside Ewan's rooms one evening he was overjoyed to not be spending time alone. His Lords had come to him, sharing a private dinner and company that did all of them some good. Gideon had returned from his own estate that afternoon and Titus had arrived just before dinner from where he'd been visiting his gang of thieves. Even Lawrence was in attendance, the Knight having been honored to attend despite not knowing what to do with the Lordship Ewan has insisted he maintain.
Everyone lingered after dinner, all of them lounging or sitting on the floor in simple comfort as they listened to Zan serenade them. His voice was perfection, the tones lovely and almost haunting as he held each of them captured. Ewan's smile was soft, thinking himself very lucky to be offered such a private performance from the ex-singer. He sat on the floor and leaned his head against August's shoulder who was equally distracting. He was back in the formal gowns he so preferred and all the more beautiful for it. The quirk of one of the Feudal Lords had not gone unnoticed but no one dared comment after seeing how something so odd didn't bother the Emperor a bit.
"Don't stop." Titus mumbled, a dreamy note to his tone once Zan had stopped singing. He stared at the ex-singer with his lone eye, not looking too far away from begging for an encore.
Zan laughed quietly, the sound having its own melody. "It is a treat, Titus. That's what makes each song special."
"It was beautiful." Ewan smiled, glancing over at Lawrence who had also remained silent during the impromptu performance. Unlike everyone else, the Knight had spent that time staring at Ewan instead of Zan. That focus hadn't been broken when the song ended. "Thank you, Zan."
"It is a pleasure," Zan chuckled. "To sing for an audience that appreciates it makes it that much more desirable to sing."
"So sing another," Titus grinned from his spot stretched out on the floor.
"Don't be a brat," August commented, shifting enough to toe off his heels without dislodging Ewan at his side. "You can't just whine for poor Zan to sing on command. I don't bid you to steal on command."
Titus shrugged, "That's your problem, not mine. You've never once asked me to steal for you. How do you know I wouldn't?"
"You can't just go stealing things anymore." Lawrence sighed, breaking his eyes contact with Ewan. "You're a Feudal Lord for crying out loud."
"It's not like I'll get caught." Titus rolled his eyes.
It was Zan's turn to sigh, though his lips were upturned in a small smile. "You better not, or it will reflect poorly on Ewan."
Titus made a disgusted sound just to make sure Zan could hear his pout.
Instead of scolding them himself, Ewan laughed, watching the four of them fondly. "I don't know where I would be without all of you."
Attention shifted to him and his smile remained along with the dusting of red across his face.
"Is everything alright, Ewan?" Lawrence asked, eyes narrowing as if that would somehow help him see if there was something bothering his Emperor.
"No," Ewan said, never moving from where he leaned against August. "It's just...there are moments where I am very glad I'm not doing this alone. I don't really know how to be Emperor, but I'll keep trying as long as all of you are here with me."
"Awe," August cooed, happily pressing a kiss to Ewan's head and throwing a smirk in Lawrence's direction when he scowled at him. "You should know by now that we adore you. You won't have to go through anything by yourself."
The door clicked opened, revealing the last two members that had been invited to dinner. When Messiah had failed to show, Gideon had excused himself to bring the wayward detective back with him.
"Most of us, anyway." Titus said, tossing the insult at Messiah.
"Now Titus..." Zan said quietly.
"Found him." Gideon greeted easily, wandering in and taking a seat beside Zan. It really hadn't taken him all that long to find him and no one mentioned the song he'd missed.
"I was not lost." Messiah sighed, wandering over and purposely kicking Titus' legs as he walked passed him. "I apologize for not attending dinner, Ewan."
Ewan looked at him, completely puzzled. "I still don't quite understand why you insist on working out your sentence. You were given amnesty for you crimes and you did save my life."
Thus far, it seemed no matter what any of them said, Messiah was determined to work out his sentence for his crimes as one of the Sanguinists along with upholding his duty as a Feudal Lord.
"I will not reflect poorly upon you the way others given amnesty might." Messiah said, a gentle smile in place as he returned the harsh remark directed at Titus.
The thief only snorted, "Least I only have crimes to make up for under one persona. Eh, Amadeus?"
Messiah rolled his eyes, the grip on his cane tightening in irritation.
August chuckled, "Now Titus, he'll always be Messiah to us. All too clever Messiah."
"Manipulating Messiah," Titus grinned.
"Messiah the spy," August continued.
"Children..." Gideon reached up to rub his brow. "Can we not?"
They were all surprised when Ewan just laughed, looking distinctly pleased. "Shows how much they actually like each other, don't you think?"
"Like each other?" Titus made a face.
Messiah made a noise that sounded like agreement and stepped forward to brush a few stray hairs out of Ewan's face. "I'm afraid that is just not the case, but I prefer to make you smile."
Zan laughed quietly and Ewan was almost sure they would be sharing a knowing look had Zan been able to see.
"I hope I didn't miss anything fun while I was looking for the criminal." Gideon said good-naturedly. Messiah gave another huff and took the available seat beside Ewan and August.
"Nope."
"Nothing." August echoed Titus.
Lawrence said nothing and Ewan looked away, knowing what a poor liar he was.
Gideon looked around the room with a frown. "What?" he asked, nudging Zan for answers. "Who's being a brat now?"
"I'm sure I don't know." Zan answered, smoothing his hands down his braid that curled around onto his lap.
It was only a beat later Messiah spoke. "So we missed Zan singing I see."
When no one deputed it, Gideon groaned. "Damn! You couldn't wait for me to return? Honestly. Some friends you lot are."
"I'm sorry." Ewan muttered, fidgeting as he sat up a little straighter. "I asked Zan if he would sing..." He stared down at his lap, wondering momentarily if Gideon would actually be angry with him.
"Way to go, Gideon." August scolded.
"It's not the end of the world." Messiah seconded, daring Gideon to complain again. "You may hear Zan at any time."
Lawrence crossed his arms and looked very much like he could jump up at any moment. "Don't make Ewan feel badly because you were doing your job."
"I didn't mean it like that." Ewan jumped in, quickly trying to defuse the situation. "Really I didn't. I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to apologize for," Messiah sniffed. "He's the fool."
"I surrender." Gideon held his hands him, unable to stop smiling. For however disappointed he'd actually been, there was nothing quite as amusing as so many men usually at odds coming together for the common goal that was keeping a smile on Ewan's face. "They're right Ewan, you've done anything wrong."
Zan covered up his own smile by pressing his hand to his face. "What have I started with a simple song?"
"It's not your fault either," August rolled his eyes. "Are you feeling better, Ewan?"
The Emperor fidgeted still, looking embarrassed as he nodded. It would never stop being odd to have so many care for him so fiercely. "Next time we'll all be here."
Everyone slid Messiah a half glare that he pointedly ignored, but he didn't argue with Ewan's wishes either.
"You're the boss," Titus grinned lazily. "It's whatever you want."
Ewan gave a shy nod that none of them believed. Ewan may have been Emperor but he was too kind to ask anything of them.
"It's nice like this," He muttered.
"Are you still upset we were bickering?" Titus asked, sitting up. "All you gotta do is tell us to shut up. If it makes you happy we'll do just that." He didn't have to add that it was precisely because Ewan would never do such a thing that they would happily comply. "Can ask on anything." he continued, slinking across the floor in a crawl right up to Ewan. With a pleased grin, their mouths collided a moment before a series of outraged cries filled the room.
"Titus!"
"Get off of him!"
Titus laughed when August shoved him back and Messiah stood, cane in hand. Ewan sat, red faced and silent as the others took turns telling Titus exactly what they thought of his little stunt.
"I can't believe you. Have you no shame at all." Lawrence stood over him, arms still crossed. "He is your Emperor!"
"You're lucky to be alive." Gideon said dryly. "I'm yelled at for making him frown, you actually went ahead and kissed him."
Titus licked his lips and grinned. "I'm still not seeing the problem. You're jealous. Every one of you."
"You are completely unbelievable!" August shook his head, getting up off the floor to hover over him alongside Messiah who looked nothing short of livid.
"Oh, not completely." Titus chuckled, eyes looking passed them towards Ewan for a moment before his grin grew. "You're all just irked that I did it first."
"I know you're a thief but have some manners." Gideon said distastefully.
Titus gave him a flirtatious smile. "Don't bullshit me, Gideon. You'd be first in line thinking dirty thoughts about Ewan, I'm sure. Lawrence and Messiah might be half in love with him already but you'd act on it first."
He was grabbed by his collar and yanked upwards, eye to eye with Messiah. "Say that again."
"I don't have to. It's true." Titus snapped at him, ready to throw a punch if he had to. "You over protective louts are forgetting one thing anyway. Who's gonna steal the second kiss. Ah, too late!" He laughed when they all turned practically as one, each of them dumbfounded to find that it was Zan who had taken his place. He sat on the floor on Ewan's left and was cupping his face as they shared a gentle kiss. The movements were slow and promising, teaching him how to work his lips. Ewan himself was silent and red faced, clinging to Zan's jacket and looking lightheaded.
"Oh, so it's only a problem when I do it." Titus commented laughingly when all the others did was stare. They might not have said it out loud, but every one of them was thinking of the pretty sight they made.
Zan knew an opportunity when he felt one, and Titus had given him one. The others had been so busy yelling at Titus that they hadn't noticed the flush that had spread through Ewan head to toe. One tiny, albeit hard kiss and he was rendered speechless. He didn't have the strength to resist.
Zan pulled Ewan towards him until they touched and the Emperor unexpectedly melted from his touch.
"Forgive me, Ewan. I seem to have fallen prey to Titus' bad example." Zan muttered against Ewan's lips, ignoring the way the thief snorted.
Ewan blinked up at him owlishly, his pretty blush remaining. "Huh?" He couldn't form more of an answer before Zan was kissing him again, the motions at the very least, becoming more familiar.
"The double standards here, I tell ya..." Titus grinned, backing away from Messiah's broken grasp and all but diving passed the stunned men back into Ewan's lap. "I'll share, lovely Zan, but only because it's you." It took little to no effort at all for swift hands like his to have Ewan's shirt pulled from his britches so he could feel the expanse of his stomach under his fingertips.
Ewan gasped against Zan's mouth, his back arching away from the touch. He'd never really been touched, but he couldn't not respond to Zan's gentle touches combined with Titus' bold one. When he felt Zan's mouth on his jaw and Titus' on his stomach he couldn't help the moan that fell from his own lips. He had no way of knowing what the sound did to the other occupants currently in the room soaking up the scene.
August remained the only one with a somewhat clear head and was the one to move away from the others. He all but stumbled to the door and fought with the latch before he could get it open to inform the guards that they would be discussing sensitive information and were not to be disturbed. Slamming the door a little harder than he'd meant to, he quickly locked it to further insure there were no unwanted interruptions.
It was almost amusing to see that Titus' assumptions had been nearly correct. Gideon was indeed the next to fall to his knees by the others, but while he was reaching to have his fingers smoothed back into Ewan's hair, it was Zan succumbing to his affections. The ex-singer's breath was hitched, torn in two between given and receiving lustful attention.
"Gideon..." He breathed.
"Don't mind me. Keep doing what you were doing." Gideon muttered, the rough tone affecting both Zan and Ewan.
"I got it." August said instead, dropping down on Ewan's right side and resuming the kiss Zan couldn't continue. Ewan squirmed, surrounded by his Lords on three sides—Zan to his left and Titus in front— and moaning louder at yet another soft pair of lips as Gideon's fingers curling around his hair tighter.
"Now we're getting somewhe—hey!" Titus hissed when he was pounced on his blind side and dragged forcefully off of Ewan. "Get!... Messiah!"
"Shut up." Messiah growled, pinning the blond thief to the floor, his face against August's leg. "Did you seriously think I would let you get away with that!"
"You seemed happy to watch." Titus spat, struggling to dislodge Messiah from his back. "You don't seem to have a problem with the others!"
"The others aren't like you! You aren't patient enough to jump on him first." Messiah said climbing atop the slightly bigger man to keep him still. "You can't teach him this."
"And the others would be better?" Titus fought but only enough to allow August's many skirts to cushion his head.
"Yes, idiot! They'll be gentle!"
Titus growled like any wild animal, insulted under the implication that he would ever hurt Ewan. "Fuck you! Like you would be any better!"
His hair was grabbed and his face turned, his good eye facing the floor. "No. I wouldn't be a good start either." Messiah admitted. "We're too rough, you and I. It has it's time and place but not for being ones first. Let the others take care of Ewan for now. I've been looking for a reason to punch you again anyway."
"Try, you—!" Titus cut off the instant he felt teeth against his neck. He twisted and turned but Messiah wouldn't be moved, instead he bit harder and ground his hips into Titus' rear. Messiah hadn't been all that hard to read once getting to know him. He was too smart for his own good, and adored Ewan to an extreme, but Titus had never seen a hint of this side to him.
"The hell are you doing?!"
"I should think you would know." Messiah commented, more traces of humor in his voice then what had been there before. He pressed a hand again Titus' spine, making him hissed. His mind was moving too quickly to follow, making mental notes of every spot and move that would give him the upper hand over the thief. Pinning him down was its own thrill, but he was far from done.
"If you think..." Titus panted. "For one second..."
"I'll draw it out longer than that." Messiah taunted, grinding his hips against his ass just to see what noises he could get out of the thief.
"Fuck you!" Titus gasped.
"You first, fool." Messiah muttered, barely suppressing a smirk when he glanced up and saw Lawrence had snapped out of his daze and had moved to take Titus' spot, hovering over Ewan.
The Emperors clothes were being stripped away one piece at a time and the lust that clouded his face seemed to have taken over his mind completely. He seemed perfectly content to let the others shift and pull him where they wanted him and it wasn't going to take much to overwhelm him.
Zan was as equally disheveled with Gideon's help. If the mark on the ex-singers back bothered him, he gave no indication at all. He kissed down Zan's back enjoying the way that even his lust filled cries contained a perfect melody. He was released from his own clothes, having no way of knowing that he and Ewan were the only two completely bare. "Gideon!" he inhaled, his noises mixing with Ewan's and Titus', "Stop teasing."
"This isn't teasing, I promise." Gideon chuckled, his hands roaming. The soft skin was addicting and the atmosphere only heightened their own experience. The seven of them all pressed together like interlocking pieces was more than even his mind had fantasized about.
August laughed, breathy and ragged. He'd lost his long wig at some point but that didn't stop him from pressing light kisses to Ewan's face. He stroked his chest and watched him squirm; loving the look he'd never seen on Ewan's face before. He was delirious with lust and every cry and shout was an indication of that, but August had a vantage point the others didn't. "I see you." He whispered softly against Ewan's ear. "Have you been wishing for this, Ewan?"
He made a noise that could have been denial but August wasn't having it. "You're watching all of us. Shifting your attention from one of us to another. What's holding your attention? Gideon fucking Zan?"
A beat after the words left his lips, Zan shouted, his hand flailing until he found Ewan's to grip as Gideon panted behind him. Ewan's face was inflamed, but he watched the sheer pleasure that bloomed across Zan's face, completely enraptured for that moment.
"You did seem just as interested in Messiah shoving Titus to the floor. I don't think any of us were expecting that one. Not so soon at least." August continued, his own voice trembling. Titus had his hands filled with August's skirts, still given I token protest as Messiah stroked him through his pants and continued to litter his neck and shoulder with marks that would bruise.
The other five, at least for a brief passing moment couldn't help but think it was probably a better outlet for the two of them then trying to beat each other bloody.
"There's also the matter of the issue between your legs." August grinned.
Lawrence made an irritated noise at the teasing, but he'd already lost himself to his task. After all his exploring and downright worshiping, he wrapped his lips around Ewan's cock, gaining a shocked noise from Ewan in return. He cried out, not expecting that heat that surrounding him. They were his Feudal Lords, his friends. He might have quietly admitted having thoughts about them from time to time but nothing he'd ever planned to act on. To be precisely in the middle of the six of them left him dizzy and aching all over.
"Lawrence!" he gasped, making his knight shudder down to bones and double his efforts to drive Ewan insane. It wasn't altogether hard given everything that was happening around them.
Lawrence held onto his hips and moved his head, letting Ewan push as deep into his mouth as he could. His Emperor would always be first in his life, so long as that Emperor remained Ewan. He'd been thinking of doing this for weeks, spurred on by Augusts taunting but it was never supposed to happen. Now that it was, he wasn't sorry.
"Fuck!" Titus' voice broke through the haze of the others, long enough for them to determine that Messiah had maintained the upper hand. Titus had been rolled onto his back and their clothes had finally been mostly discarded. The rough care they treated each other with wasn't for the faint of heart. It was Titus that finally moved enough to yank Messiah into a kiss that wasn't exactly gentle but they two of them were acting as if they were starved and the other would somehow fix the ailment.
Titus' legs wrapped around him without the cares that usually came with losing a battle in dominance. That argument would come later but was unimportant now.
"Good god." August whispered, unable to tear his own eyes away. He curled up closer to Ewan's side protectively as if he would somehow be able to feel their vigorous motions.
"Don't be intimidated." Gideon panted, lazy grin in place. "They'll likely only be that way with each other."
"Shh.." Zan scolded, still holding Ewan's hands and barely able to keep himself up. "More focus on me, please."
"You have all my focus." Gideon rumbled in that low voice that affected even August and Lawrence this time.
Ewan screamed his release, embarrassment flooding him but Lawrence didn't noticed anything other then what he was swallowing and how beautiful Ewan was flushed and tired. His body shook; humming pleasantly from his release and watching the others lose themselves just as suddenly.
Zan came next, nearly collapsing against Ewan as he withered and moaned against Gideon. His hips were held a few moments longer and Gideon soon followed, not at all attempting to make the mess more manageable.
"Gideon..." His name was drawn out into a moan that struck the other six in different ways.
Titus clenched his teeth, refusing to give Messiah the satisfaction, but he knew anyway. He grabbed Titus' erection and stroked him in time with his every thrust until the thief ended up shouting, his voice breaking in the process. "Fuck..."
"Yeah, we did that." Messiah muttered, surprising each of them by pressing a softer kiss to Titus' mouth. He trailed the feather light kisses down his cheek until he reached his ear and started speaking softly.
"Well if that doesn't spell trouble, nothing does." Gideon mused, stretching out to lay beside Zan on the floor. "Let's find a bed next time; I'm too old for this."
"Next time?" Ewan mumbled shyly, wishing he had something he could cover himself with but at the moment all he had was Zan draped across him, his hair covering him like a blanket.
Lawrence made a noise, a small smile in place. "I was hoping we weren't actually done with this time."
"Ah hah?" August raised a mocking brow in his direction. "Someone's suddenly got a lot of nerve."
"A lot of nerve." Titus repeated, voice scratching. He reached out suddenly to grab August's ankle and dragged him closer. "I heard you laughing earlier, didn't I?"
"No!" August squeaked, making a suspiciously high pitched noise when his skirts were flipped up and Titus went to work absconding with his under garments. "Titus! Knock it off!" His outrage was cut off when Messiah cupped his jaw and pressed a deceivingly sweet kiss against his lips. "Messiah?"
"You were being a little mean to Ewan, weren't you?" Messiah asked, a familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's not nice to make fun of him for watching us when you were clearly doing the same thing, is it?"
August blinked, face going pink. "Ewan, help—" He stopped when Ewan moaned shakily, obviously having to deal with his own physical attacks from Lawrence and Zan. He was panting and red faced every little noise betrayed what they were doing to him.
Gideon was the only one that really moved, stretched out completely naked on the couch just behind them to get a better view.
"Don't think he's going to be helping you, mm?" Messiah whispered. "You're on your own."
Breathing hard, August squared up his shoulders and put on his strongest face. "I'm not about to let the two of you—" He gasped, trying and failing to get away from Titus' skilled fingers. With Messiah's arms around him, he was well and truly trapped between the two fiends.
"Let us?" Titus repeated with a grinned. "I think letting us is exactly what you'll do, m'lady."
August couldn't stop his blush from growing. Leave it to Titus to make something so harmless sound so dirty.
"Clearly you're the one that needs help, you fool thief." Messiah muttered.
"Excuse you?" Titus scowled.
Again, August's skirts were shoved aside and his fingers met with Titus'. Each pushed a digit into him and his eyes rolled back. He could practically tell the difference between the two of them. Each had a different pace that was telling but they meshed together in a harmony that had August's hips jerking back and forth.
"You heard me." Messiah chuckled, arm sliding around August's waist to help support him.
"You really want me to punch you in the face again?" Titus growled.
"Will you two shut up and stop arguing around my private bits!" August panted hard. "You're touching me, not each other!"
Properly scolded, the two quieted, hearing only Ewan's moans and Gideon's laughter at their expense.
"You heard him," Gideon added. "You've stopped arguing, you can get to the fun part."
"We don't need your input." Titus made a face at him.
"Finally we agree." Messiah sighed. The pair pulled away from August but Messiah had him shoved on Titus' lap.
August shifted. "Wait a second, you and Zan were nuts. I'm not doing this dry."
"You aren't getting out of this." Messiah said, waved a small, prettily decorated bottle in front of August's face. "Where..." August blinked.
"Come prepared, that's what I always say." Gideon grinned from behind them.
"Prick..."
Messiah poured the liquid on his hand and reached down himself to stroke Titus' cock making him shiver all over.
The three of them jumped when Ewan's cries grew louder. His back was arching the pain being wiped off his face by the pleasure that set in. Zan had moved behind him, holding Ewan nearly on his lap and embracing him in a gentle hug while Lawrence held his hips up and rocked into him. Both had a hazy look in their eyes as they stared at each other, completely at a loss for the new feelings being acknowledged.
The movements were slow and purposeful and all the squirming Ewan did was telling. "Lawrence." he whimpered, "Faster."
The simple command was enough to send Lawrence towards the edge.
He picked up the pace without further prompting and groaned as Ewan slowly began trying to match him move for move. Watching him roll his hips upwards to meet his every thrust had Lawrence's heart trying to claw its way out of his chest. After so much quiet daydreaming, he had Ewan beneath him, completely at his mercy and asking for more.
"Lawrence!" Ewan panted, voice steadily getting louder. His legs found their way wrapped around Lawrence's hips but that didn't stop him from wiggling in Zan's hold.
"You don't need to be so tense." Zan said gently. He stroked his fingers through Ewan's hair and shuddered himself. The amount of lust surrounding him was so strong he could practically taste it. He tightened his grip somewhat and smiled down at the Emperor as he cried out. He was submerged in pleasure and it would be a lie to say he hadn't harbored the idea before of keeping Ewan in that state. He hummed very quietly, seeing nothing wrong with making that a reality. Ewan was working hard and doing his best to fulfill his new role, why should they not spoil him relentlessly.
"Slow down, Lawrence." Zan purred feeling Ewan shake in his arms.
"No..." Ewan whimpered. "Faster."
Lawrence shivered, torn between whom to listen to. There might have only been two options but both were extremely promising.
"You are cruel," Gideon muttered against Zan's hair. "Are they being mean to you, Ewan?"
Ewan could hardly breathe. Every motion felt so good sending shocks too his every limb. He couldn't recall how this whole thing started, but he wasn't regretting a second of it. "Gideon..."
"We aren't mean." Zan smiled, stroking his fingers down Ewan's navel and gaining a shriek. It shouldn't have felt so good but there were so many hands touching him. He didn't want it to end.
"You are!" August answered, a shaky moan in his voice. "You all are!" He was seated in Titus' lap, squirming and moaning with every roll of the thief's hips. Titus' hands roamed his skin, pinching and rubbing every spot that set his skin on fire. They'd stripped him of all but his skirts and the feeling alone was more lewd then he would have expected. If that wasn't enough for him to focus on, Messiah remained pressed against his back, his own erection rubbing against him every time Titus moved. For all the two of them fought, they worked as one.
"Terrible. Terrible." August puffed, left to let them play with him as they pleased. All their little touches were driving him mad, but he was simply undone after a particular spot on thrust was followed by Titus grabbing a fistful of Messiah's hair and dragging him closer to kiss over August's shoulder. He came with a cry, left to ride out the bliss between them and reliving it moments later when Titus came inside of him and seconds later, feeling Messiah's own release behind him.
"Terrible?" Messiah smiled, nipping at August's ear though not as hard as he'd done to Titus. "I don't think that's what you met to say. Incredible, maybe?"
"Fucking mind blowing?" Titus added, out of breath himself. "Fuck, but that was good."
"You two have killed my legs." August complained shakily, face heated.
"You won't need them for a while." Messiah said, holding him around the waist and lifting him off of Titus. He hadn't even finished settling him in his lap again when they heard Ewan nearly scream, his own release giving him shakes. It was a pretty sight, Ewan whom they all loved blushing and bleary eyed from being so well fucked. He cuddled back into Zan but watched with utter fascination when Lawrence withdrew quickly before he came, and instead released himself across Ewan's stomach. A gasp left his lips, his blush stretching down his body but he didn't react other than to smile shyly. That look alone enough to make the others suppress a groan of their own.
"Fuck you're pretty," Titus finally sighed. "I didn't even get my turn."
"Yeah, Messiah got to you first." August teased quietly, eyes already closed from where he remained curled up on Messiah's lap. The former detective just smirked.
"Are you all right, Ewan?" Lawrence asked quietly hesitating for just a moment before he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Ewan's mouth.
Ewan swallowed and nodded. "Yes. Yes, I think so."
"Someone will need to clean you up." Zan mused, still stroking Ewan's stomach and not caring if he got a little messy in the process. "Then perhaps put you to bed."
"I'll get something." Gideon said, standing finally, his erection having had time to happily return after the show he'd witnessed. "You and August could use something as well."
"If his Majesty doesn't object, I say we take over his rather large bed for the night." Titus ginned, giving Gideon only half a glance as he wandered into the washroom.
"Here, here." August mumbled, half asleep already.
"Oh, honestly." Messiah chuckled, standing on his own shaky legs with August still in his arms.
Titus' grin remained, "Tell me you don't want to."
"Be quiet for once," was all Messiah said. He wandered off towards the direction of the large double doors that led to Ewan's bed chamber and didn't have to wait long for Lawrence to follow his example and lift Ewan off the floor.
"All of us?" Ewan asked, clinging to Lawrence with a wince and letting his embarrassment show.
"Unless there's someone you wanna kick out." Titus laughed, helping Zan to his feet, neither of them moving quickly.
Ewan hid his face, "Of course not!"
"I could certainly do with a bit of rest." Zan gave a happy sigh and let Titus lead him. None of them wanted to leave so they saw no reason why they should.
It took only a few minutes to have each of them in bed and cleaned up from the damp rags Gideon had returned with. August was out cold and Ewan wasn't too far behind him. His bed was large, ridiculously large for one but not so ridiculous for seven.
"What now?" Lawrence asked softly once it was clearly that Ewan was quiet happy and falling asleep alongside August.
"Sleep?" Titus raised a brow.
"It was a bit unexpected..." Messiah said, but shrugged it off all the same. He gave Titus a long look that left before the thief caught him. "Sleeping here would be wise."
"I say we continue in the morning," Gideon grinned.
"Of course you do." Lawrence sighed, finding a comfortable spot to lay down where his head rested on Ewan's thighs.
It might not have been the most orthodox of arrangements but each of them was comfortable in the end. The silence grew quickly and they dropped off to sleep on at a time.
With a careful ease, Titus sat up and inched his way out of bed without making much noise.
"Where are you going?" Messiah asked quietly, not even bothering to open his eyes.
Titus smiled, rolling his eyes at the 'know it all' detective. "Ewan would be mortified if someone managed to wander in in the morning and found all of our clothes strewn about. I'm gonna bring them in here." He made it all the way to the door thinking Messiah had fallen asleep already but he commented just as he opened the door.
"Don't be long."
