I'm so sorry for the delay. Original writing took over my life. Also please note that the rating of this fic has gone up to M for sexual content, starting in THIS CHAPTER.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

"Firstly... are you equally sexually interested in both of us, Vlad?" It seemed to have fallen to Bertrand to chair this unusual little meeting. Vlad nodded sheepishly, and he turned to Robin. "And we're both interested in pursuing that with him?" Robin nodded too, face bright red. "Hm. Well... I have to say, for my part, I'm not particularly worried about being the first to do anything, or being anyone's first. I've had my fun over the centuries, after all. Does it matter to you, Robin?"
"Nah, I mean... well, it would be nice-"
"Well, then. Would the pair of you be amenable to working out your own pace together, as if you were in a monogamous relationship, and proceeding as you see fit? I'm quite happy to wait my turn, or not to be involved at all, if you prefer."
"I- well. Are you sure, Bertrand?" That was Robin again. Bertrand couldn't help but lean across and kiss him on the cheek, hoping that was still allowed.
"Quite sure. Are you two happy with that?" The lustful look the boys exchanged told him that long before their decided nods did, and Bertrand was surprised to find that he really didn't feel jealous. "Can I just ask one favour?"
"Of course," Vlad assured him, and he stumbled on before he could think better of it.
"Afterwards... after whatever you end up doing... will you tell me? Just so I know what's happened?"
"Mm. Are you asking us to give you all the steamy, sordid details?" Vlad was suddenly leaning in very close, eyes blackening, and Robin made a soft kind of whining noise on Bertrand's other side. He hadn't been asking for that, but the idea of Vlad leaning close, as he was now, and whispering into his ear all the naughty things he'd done with Robin – of Robin, perhaps, being right there with him, whispering into his other ear – it was painfully appealing.
"Fog," he cursed quietly, "I don't know how to answer that. I didn't mean-"
"It's up to you, Bertrand. I don't mind you knowing things. I... mm, I think the three of us are going to end up oversharing if we're not careful." That was Robin; all three of them were now shifting awkwardly, trying to hide the effects the conversation was having on them.

"You two," he managed, "do what you like, just... let me know... and... we'll have to talk again another time, I think, because I'm having trouble concentrating." With that, the meeting ended abruptly as the three of them rushed off to their separate rooms to compose themselves a little.

Things did not go as planned. Things rarely did, in Vlad's experience. Suddenly, every moment he and Robin spent together was fraught with an anxious tension, as if something was expected of them. Well, after all, every time they didn't... take things further... they delayed Bertrand's ability to join them. It was an uncomfortable, guilty sort of feeling, and it didn't help to set a particularly amorous mood.

Both younger men found themselves having a much better time when they spent an evening with Bertrand – he and Robin had decided to give things a go and were now seeing each other just as often as Vlad and Robin or Vlad and Bertrand now did. It wasn't until their free day, when they all spent some time together playing Slewdo – Bertrand was winning, as usual – that Vlad realised they needed to fix the problem between him and Robin. Besides, a change of subject might be just the distraction Bertrand needed to finally slip up.
"I think we need to renegotiate this, uh, sex thing." They both looked at him, surprised, and he swallowed hard before carrying on. "It's been awkward between us, hasn't it, Robin? And I think... I just thought it might be less weird if we were all free to do whatever, whenever. You know, so none of us feel like we have to rush things or keep up so we don't hold each other back-"
"You don't have to worry about that," Bertrand interrupted, "not on my account, anyway-"
"But we do, B." That was Robin. "We've been really weird, Vlad's right. And... well, there's a lot of ways to be, er, intimate, anyway, right? So... I don't see why we can't be each other's firsts of different things. Not you and me, maybe, we're still so new-"
"What are you suggesting?"
"...Can we all just... go with it? See where the mood takes us?" Vlad would have held his breath, if he'd had any, waiting for the response to his suggestion.
"...If you'd prefer, yes. Although I do think you two should chat about what Robin would really like to get to experience with you for the first time."
"That's good with me." Robin turned his attention back to the Slewdo board. "Er... whose go was it?"

They played on for a few minutes before Vlad spoke again, immediately wishing he hadn't.
"Before, when you said it wasn't about threesomes and orgies-" He cut himself off, but he had his boyfriends' full attention now.
"Yes?" Bertrand prompted calmly.
"Er... well, we were kissing, then. And I just wondered... would it be OK... if sometimes we did all spend time together. I mean, not- I don't mean sex, not necessarily. I just..."
"You want us both spoiling you at once?" Robin guessed, and Vlad shook his head.
"No- well, maybe- but... we could share. I mean, we could make each other feel so good-"
"...If you and I both spent some time together kissing Robin, for example?" Bertrand seemed to be watching Robin out of the corner of his eye, trying to gauge his reaction. Vlad couldn't quite read his boyfriend's expression, but for his own part he was definitely eager to explore the idea.
"I... I mean, would you two be interested in that sort of thing?" Bertrand nodded, and Robin made a soft, wanting sort of noise in response.
"You're just trying to stop me winning at Slewdo, aren't you?"
"Robin, you never win at Slewdo. Come here a second." He pulled Robin towards him and kissed him deeply, tangling his hands in his boyfriend's hair, and felt Robin relax into his embrace.

Bertrand watched the two boys he'd come to be so fond of, allowing them their moment of closeness. Then he noticed Vlad beckoning with his free hand, and moved towards Robin from the other side. He hesitated before placing a hand on Robin's waist, waiting to make sure that he knew he was there, understood that he wanted to join them.
"Bertrand," the breather moaned against Vlad's lips, and pulled back to accept a kiss over his shoulder. Bertrand couldn't quite resist tugging at the fabric of his top to press a kiss to the skin at the top of his arm, moving slowly inwards as he continued to kiss him, aware of Vlad making a move down Robin's neck on his other side.
"Rob- would you mind taking your shirt off? Just your shirt, I promise, it's just... we can't reach nearly as much skin as we'd like-" Bertrand lifted his head, meaning to caution Vlad against being too pushy or too forward, but he'd barely pulled away before Robin was whipping off his t-shirt and tossing it carelessly aside.
"Mm. Don't let me get cold."

Before Bertrand knew what he was doing, he was pressing himself against Robin's back, pressing more and more gentle kisses to his shoulder and, gradually, moving towards his neck, lost in the pleasure of making the boy squirm. And squirm he did, with Vlad mirroring Bertrand's actions on his other side.
"Oh, blood- there, right there, please don't stop-" Bertrand began to suck gently at his neck, belatedly realising that he was playing with fire, fighting to keep his fangs in as Robin's pulse pounded against his lips. "Don't stop-!" Vlad chuckled softly against Robin's neck.
"Good idea, then?"
"Don't be smug, just be touching me, be kissing me, just bloody hell don't either of you stop, oh god it hurts-" Bertrand pulled back the moment the word penetrated his brain, checking hastily that he hadn't broken skin. Vlad seemed to be having a similar moment, but Robin whimpered as they pulled away. "I need- oh, god, I think I need- I should go to my- fog, I need-"
"What? What do you need?" Bertrand was worried now, afraid that they'd done something wrong between them.
"I should go to my room- I- friction." Robin blushed a gorgeous red colour, and Vlad kissed his cheek before he could realise what he was doing.
"Do you want to deal with that alone, Robin? Or do you want one of us to, er, help you?"

Robin stared at him as if he'd grown two extra heads, then shuddered violently.
"Oh, blood, don't ask me that. I want- oh god, if I could I'd beg you both to touch me."
"Why can't you?" Bertrand asked him softly, wondering if the boy was making his excuses to hide the fact that he wasn't ready for such a move, didn't want it.
"How could I? It's not fair on you-" Vlad kissed him quickly, cutting him off.
"We can, if you want, Rob. Only if you want. Just say the word." Robin craned his neck to peer at Bertrand, questioning.
"If you like, Robin, I'd be happy to oblige." Bertrand could have kicked himself; he'd never said anything less sexy in his life. Robin didn't seem to care, though.
"Please. Oh, please, I- ugh, I'm so needy-" But he was undoing his trousers as he spoke, Vlad murmuring encouragement in his ear, and Bertrand took the opportunity to nip gently at his jaw. "Please."

Robin wasn't sure how they'd come to this point so suddenly but the moment Vlad's hand closed around him, he lost that last shred of doubt about what they were doing. Moments later, he felt another hand – Bertrand's – joining their boyfriend's, Bertrand's lips against the back of Robin's neck, Vlad leaning in to stifle the noises he was making with his own mouth.
"OK?" He heard the question muffled against the top bump of his spine, and moaned softly until Vlad pulled back for long enough that he could take a breath and speak.
"OK. Good. Really- are you?"
"Very good," Bertrand reassured him, and then Vlad was trailing kisses down and across Robin's chest. Everything got a bit hazy, after that; he was aware of his own hand joining the others' as they moved, aware of Bertrand's tongue teasing at the skin behind his ear, spare arm wrapped around his waist as he sat sprawled on the floor of Vlad's room, and he felt Vlad's kisses moving gradually downward. He untangled his free hand from his own hair to lift Vlad's head back up, putting them nose-to-nose once more.
"Not that. Not yet. Sorry." Vlad shook his head.
"No, of course, that's- sorry, I should have asked- er, do you still want-?" Robin dragged him back into a kiss and the matter was settled.

A few minutes later, with a vampire mouthing roughly at each side of his throat, Robin came utterly undone.