AN: Got a bit distracted with my other H&A fics and never got around to posting the final chapter of this wacky story. Well, here it is...

Now that the adrenaline had subsided, Dean felt kind of lost. Arriving home, he was ready to chill out, but when they stepped through the front door, both him and Colby were accosted by traumatised women.

Jasmine had launched herself at Colby, and Willow was clinging to him.

"Thank God you're okay," she said.

"Yeah," he agreed, because physically he was.

"It's over," Colby told them. "Ebony's in custody."

Both of them were very relieved by that. They were good mates, and because of their help, the cops had gotten there in time to catch Ebony.

"I'm going to take a shower," Colby announced, heading towards the bathroom, but then he stopped and turned back towards them all. "Thank you, guys. For everything."

Dean felt that same gratitude because he knew he couldn't have saved Colby on his own.

Satisfied that they were all okay, the girls headed off and then it was just him and Robbo. Dean looked over at the ex-cop. He was so big and strong and cool in a crisis.

"I couldn't have saved him without you."

"What are you talking about? You took Ebony out."

"That was just luck," Dean admitted.

"Hey," Robbo said, drawing closer, running a hand down his arm, ducking his head to look him in the eye. "It's okay, we're all safe now."

That was important to Dean, that both Colby and Robbo were okay. He leaned into the bigger man, needing the comfort he provided.

Robbo gave him a soft smile and cupped his face.

"There's nothing I wouldn't do for Colby, or for you."

Dean believed him. He knew this was someone he would always be able to rely on.

Then Robbo leaned in and pressed a kiss to his mouth. Dean kissed back, so grateful that this incredible person had come into their lives. He needed the extra support to handle Colby.

"Now," Robbo said, breaking the kiss, but keeping his arms firmly around Dean's waist. "Think we better go make sure Colby hasn't done something else stupid?"

"Yeah, alright," Dean allowed with a little smile.

He followed Robbo into the bathroom, where Colby was under the spray. He knew the kind of thing Robbo had in mind, but Dean felt too emotional to participate just yet. Besides, there wasn't enough room for all three of them in the small shower.

"Go ahead," Dean offered, finding a seat for himself on the dunny. He just needed to sit here for a bit and soak in the fact that Colby had survived another brush with death, and convince himself that Colby wasn't going anywhere, not again.

Robbo quickly threw off his clothes and hopped into the shower with Colby. Colby, who'd been washing his hair, let out a startled laugh, then wrapped his arms around Robbo's neck. They were the same height, much taller than Dean, so it was easier for them to look each other in the eye.

"Where's Dean?"

"I'm right here," Dean offered. "But don't mind me."

Colby popped his head out of the shower and Dean gave him a nod to let him know he didn't mind sitting this one out, as long as he could stay close. Colby gave him a grin, then Robbo was pulling him back in, pressing him up against the tiles.

"You heard the man," Robbo growled, smashing his mouth against Colby's.

He was glad for them that they could both put this behind them so easily. He'd been in tough spots before too, but never with so much at stake. But then, they were cops, weren't they? They were trained to deal with crisis situations. That made him different to them, and he wondered if one day he could ever get that training they'd had. Jesus, he hadn't thought about those whispered teenage conversations in a long time.

He was pulled from the impossible daydream, by the sound of Robbo's laughter.

"You keep lube in the shower?"

They'd disguised it in an empty conditioner bottle for just such occasions.

"Who doesn't?" Dean chimed in.

"What if I'd used that on my hair?"

"What hair?" Dean and Colby giggled in unison.

He watched them through the steam and frosted glass, plastered together, moaning their pleasure. Colby could be such a tart sometimes, but Dean loved him for it. Fucking him was always glorious.

Judging by the noises Robbo was making, he thought so too.

They finished up pretty quick, stepping out of the shower, naked and glowing. Looking at them both, Dean was a little overcome. He felt so full of love. He pushed it back, so he didn't say something silly and look like a total sap. Instead, he threw Colby a towel, heaven forbid his hair should dry naturally and end up all floofy.

"We're gonna have to teach you some patience," Colby said. "Right, Dean?"

"Yeah," Dean agreed, smiling. Having plenty of practice in the bedroom was definitely something to look forward to.

xxx

After the harrowing events of the day, (and the shower sex), they were taking it easy. Dean was curled up beside Colby on the lounge and Robbo was happy to give them a little snuggling time.

When Colby reached out for his laptop, Dean's hand flew out and snapped it shut.

"Don't you dare. Not today."

Colby turned a puzzled frown on him. Could he really be that clueless?

"We almost lost you today."

"I said I was sorry."

They stared each other down for a second, maybe on the edge of a blue, when Robbo intervened.

"I think what Dean needs is some reassurance."

"Oh yeah?" Colby wondered. "What'd you have in mind?"

"Dean?" Robbo said, throwing it back to him.

He was put on the spot for a second, looking between them both.

"Both of you," he decided. "Inside me."

"I call top top," Colby said. Sharing a knowing grin with Dean.

"What?" Robbo said, getting that he'd missed something.

"That means you get to be bottom top," Dean informed him.

"And that's good?"

"You'll see," they both smirked.

They headed for the bedroom and didn't muck around getting naked.

Dean ran a hand over Robbo's right bicep.

"We're gonna have to get you to tell us about these one day," he said, referring to the tatts. Most of them were just part of the Beckett Reid cover, they weren't important like the Blood and Sand ink that Dean and Colby had. He thought about dismissing it, saying that the story wasn't all that interesting, but this was Dean asking to get to know him better.

"Sure," he accepted, leaving it for another day.

"On the bed, Dean," Colby prompted. Dean obeyed, laying down on his back.

"Chuck us a pillow, Robbo."

Colby slid it under Dean's hips. This seemed like a familiar routine for them, but Robbo was still figuring out where he fit in.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked Colby.

"Enjoy the view while I loosen him up."

For a minute he did just that, watching while Colby ate Dean out, but when Dean reached for himself, it was time to get involved. Robbo grabbed his hands and pinned them down, leaning down so his face was close to Dean's.

"Don't come yet, kitten," he said, peppering Dean's face with kisses, swallowing Dean's moan before dragging his bottom lip between his teeth. "Wait until we're inside you, until we can all go together."

"Saying shit like that isn't helping your cause," Dean puffed out. Robbo smiled, he did have a point.

"I'll be back in a sec," Colby announced, heading for the bathroom, presumably to brush his teeth.

Looking down at Dean laid out like that, all gorgeous and ready, Robbo couldn't resist. He climbed over the smaller man, kissed him hungrily, and the urge to take care of this precious person overwhelmed him. He rocked his hips, sliding inside him, watching Dean's face as he worked him with long, slow strokes, kissing away all the lines of tension.

"Hey," Colby said. "That's not what we said we'd do."

Remembering the game plan from earlier, Robbo looked up at Colby who didn't look too upset judging by the hungry look on his face.

"Just got a little carried away," he admitted, maybe a slight understatement considering he was still balls deep inside Dean.

"Fair enough," Colby allowed, smiling appreciatively down at their beautiful partner. "Now lay back Robbo, you deserve a reward."

He did as he was told, hands on Dean's hips as Dean sunk down on him, his own hips rolling up to reunite with that tight body he'd just left.

"Hold still," Colby instructed, as he positioned himself behind Dean, knees between Robbo's thighs.

"He's still bossy," Robbo said to Dean.

"So bossy," Dean agreed, leaning forward, hands splayed on Robbo's chest.

As Dean steadied himself, their eyes connected for a moment, in a way that told Robbo this was more than sex, but then higher thought was gone as Colby pushed inside Dean too, cock sliding snugly against Robbo's.

And wow, he got it now. Bottom top was the place to be.

As Colby worked, it felt like he was fucking Dean himself, except that he didn't have to think about the mechanics of it, all he had to do was lay here and concentrate on how fucking good it felt. He dug his fingers into Dean's thighs, needing an anchor.

Above him Dean looked like he was caught somewhere between paradise and damnation. Which he might well be.

It was almost too much, being with them both, trying to fit all the feelings in somewhere alongside the physical pleasure. He couldn't process it, not the enormity of the love that had grown inside him, not when his body was pulsing like this, demanding all his attention.

"Oh fuck..." Then he was coming, without having had to move a muscle. It felt impossible, all of it, but fated at the same time.

He opened his eyes and looked up to see Colby biting down on Dean's shoulder, staring down at him, and it was so damn sexy, so primal, yet so intimate, and he could barely believe he'd gotten so lucky.

They ended up with Dean between them, snuggled together in the afterglow. Robbo reached over, fingers brushing Dean's face and then Colby's.

"I love you guys. Both of you."

Matching smiles came back at him, then Dean leaned in and pressed a kiss to his mouth.

"Right back at ya."

Then Colby stretched over and kissed him too, squishing Dean between them in the process.

"Same," he smiled against Robbo's mouth.

"I need air!" Dean complained, putting up a token fight, though he didn't really seem too keen to escape from between them.

"Shut up," Colby told him, pulling back, planting a smacking kiss in his hair on the way past. "You love it."

"Maybe a little bit," Dean admitted, snuggling in tight against Robbo, reaching back to pull Colby in tight behind him.

"You're gonna stick around. Aren't you, Robbo?"

"Yeah," he told Dean. "I reckon I am."

"Good," Colby said, teasing. "We could do with a bloke around the house."

AN: Well. I literally have no idea where that whole thing came from. I could see it and I could hear it, so I just wrote as fast as I could to keep up. It had been a while since characters talked to me, so this was refreshing. Thanks so much to everyone who made it this far, hope you got a giggle out of this crazy fic :)