Look out! This is pure smut! Specifically, it's Arsenio crawling in with Rufus and Zigbert and getting himself thoroughly molested :p So, if you wanna skip ahead of this because you're NOT EIGHTEEN ., then do so and don't worry about missing anything. I'm writing this so you don't have to read this part to still get the story. It's just a nice little extra I'm adding since my gf and rp partner never wants to rp these fun bits, but I still want them in there :p So yay!
Anywho, I own nothing except for the story.
Meanwhile, while Navon slept deeply in the warm furs on Arsenio's cot, which allowed him to stretch out his legs and move about as he pleased, Arsenio himself finished caring for their horses, tethered them, rose the fire, and then slunk over to Rufus and Zigbert's tent. He pulled his boots and cloak off, stashed them into a corner, and crawled ever so carefully between the two warm bodies of his friends.
His friends, who immediately rolled over to pin him, especially Rufus. Zigbert just rolled onto his back, knowing he'd get pulled into this sooner or later.
"You're late," growled Rufus, oozing teasing displeasure. "I take it you found it?"
"Him, Rufus, for the last time, he's a man like any of us, though quite a bit younger. Poor thing, you should have seen how he was living. And Baldassare Kleist is as nasty as ever, but then he was worse…" Arsenio buried his face in Rufus' shoulder, not really crying.
Rufus let out a little huffy sigh. "Fine, whatever you say. I guess if he does have a curse, it will be you who catches it, which is fine." Rufus shifted. "Are you aware that you are wearing far too much clothing? It's ridiculous." He sat up and pulled Arsenio forward by his collar. Instead of continuing the game, he made himself clear by kissing him.
Arsenio kissed back, perfectly fine with letting himself be led. He tried gaining some dominance by getting his tongue through Rufus' lips, but Rufus' tongue forced his to submit. They twisted and tangled and twirled while Rufus, with some help from Zigbert, easily got the blond out of his clothes to match them both, who were already naked from earlier carnal bonding. He was already starting to harden, but they were just getting started.
Zigbert, pulled into it, sat back against the pillows with his General in his lap, running his hands over that smooth, muscled chest and stomach while he nipped and bit and licked at his neck and shoulder, causing Arsenio to close his eyes and tilt his head back in the most erotic pose possible, with his legs stretched out and everything (except for one thing) absolutely limp in bliss.
"Nn, ah, Rufus, ow…ng…" Arsenio started squirming when Rufus attacked his nipples without mercy, biting and pinching at the same time. He made more of the most animalistic sounds, eyes squeezed shut and mouth falling open as electric shots ran through his body. Rufus was warm, unbearably warm, a result of his alignment with fire, and Arsenio was losing his mind from it.
The sandwich meat was throbbing hard in mere moments, mewling for mercy and moaning for more. Zigbert reached down for a bottle of oil that heated when it made contact with skin. He practicedly slathered some on his three fingers and shifted Arsenio so he could reach his hand down and start poking a finger into him. Arsenio gasped and arched his back, only giving Zigbert an easier time, more ability to get his entire middle finger in. He crooked that finger and rubbed hard against a certain spot inside that caused the man to writhe in absolute ecstasy. Another two fingers had him dripping more precum than a burning candle dripped wax in an hour.
"Tch, wimp," chided Rufus as he traced little circles under the base of poor Arsenio's cock, causing it to twitch repeatedly. Not that he himself wasn't dripping on Arsenio's leg as well at the sight of this trapped angel, since he was. Arsenio ignored him, just enjoying this simple stress-reliever.
Zigbert stroked oil onto himself, running his fingers up and down and closing his eyes at the sensation of the heating oil, and then opened his eyes again to guide himself up into that cavern of hot and TIGHT, feeling each pulse of muscle, each shudder, and hearing each gasp and moan from the perfect body before him. He gave this stage of lovemaking a moment in order to let Arsenio adjust to the large intrusion before he began to move slowly in and out, grinding his full length as a start.
Rufus, for his part, finally and roughly grasped Arsenio's dick in his hand and pushed his own beside it, holding them together with his hand and squeezing just so. He took in a breath, finding the pulsing of Arsenio's to be quite interesting on himself, and continued squeezing a bit before starting to run his fist up and down them both.
Arsenio was lost in the sensations on either side of him, all thought, stressful and non-stressful, melting away like butter. He gasped loudly when Zigbert sped up his thrusts, causing Arsenio to rise up off the cot with each and lower back down in between. It was more of a workout this way than simple exercises, but so much more satisfying. Rufus sped up as well, in good sync with his lover (Zigbert) and they all spiraled. Faster, faster, faster, and then explosions of fire shot through them all as they all came at once, in perfect sync as always, even in battle. A decade of practice had assured that these dances of war and sex were polished to perfection.
Spent, they curled like cats under the blankets after cleaning up, and then drifted off to languid sleep.