Second One-shot.

Gideon/Ewan/Titus

Disclaimer: I do not own Sennen Meikyuu no Nana Ouji

Drunken Scenarios Part 1

Ewan sighed softly when he was finally able to make it back to his own rooms. Why had no one told him that being emperor was so hard? He would love to tell who ever thought all kings did all day was sit around how terribly mistaken they were.

It was hard enough still technically being a student but he couldn't complain when Messiah had practically made himself his tutor on top of all his other duties after declaring the tutors that were brought to him were incapable. Too many people were going out of their way to help him for him to waste any time whining. Still, a little time away from so many people and obligations would be nice.

He shut the door behind him with a click and was faintly surprised to find he wasn't alone.

"Gideon," He smiled fondly. "I didn't know you were in here."

His Minister of Finance greeted him with a grin that was a little more jovial than usual. "Ewan!" His face was tinted red and he sat slouched back on the sofa with a glass in hand and a nearly empty bottle of wine on the table beside him. "Come in; come in, my little Emperor!"

Ewan laughed softly and wandered inside, pulling off the ridiculous fur lined cloak they had him wear to courtly meetings. "I'm glad to see a friendly face. I can only imagine how much of your own work you've had to deal with today."

"Yes, but a small price to pay to maintain a smoothly run country." Gideon mused, patting the space beside him despite the fact that he hadn't moved and Ewan would need to climb over his legs. "I'm happy to steal you away for a short time."

"Looks like you've been taking a break for a while Gideon." Ewan said, his tone still kind as he stepped closer. "Feeling well?"

"I'm feeling quite well. Better in fact." Gideon said, sitting up enough to scoop Ewan off his feet and pull him down onto the couch beside him with little more than a squeak from his Emperor. "Are you just getting out of that dreadful meeting?"

"Yes." Ewan mumbled shyly, still getting used to the fact that the line he would have once never crossed had been firmly erased between him and his Feudal Lords. He timidly curled up against Gideon's side, head resting on his shoulder and finally allowing himself to relax against the older man. "It wasn't so terrible. They do like to talk though."

"Indeed they do, but keep in mind, you're in charge, mm?" Gideon mused, sounding pleased anyway. He slung an arm around Ewan and held him close, offering him his glass of wine. "Have a sip. I certainly needed one after my own meetings and papers."

Ewan raised a brow and said teasingly, "I daresay you've had more than a sip."

Gideon laughed abruptly. "Yes, yes. I won't try to say otherwise, but it just means I should learn to share." He pressed the glass back to Ewan's lips and tipped it up, forcing him to take a mouthful. Warmth seized his heart at the endearing squawk Ewan made the second he swallowed the wine. His face was even more adorable and Gideon didn't even try to hold back his grin. "To your liking?"

"It's...it's very good." Ewan tried, clearing his throat suddenly. "I'm not sure how you drank all of that on your own though."

"Practice," Gideon chuckled, leaning down to press his mouth to Ewan's neck. "And it's a well-known fact that it gets better with every sip."

Ewan squirmed, feeling a wash of heat over him when he felt Gideon nip at his neck. "I...I don't think that's actually true. I think perhaps you've had more to drink than I suspected."

"Have another sip and decide." Gideon mused, bringing the glass back to Ewan's lips for another taste.

It was a hard to deny Gideon's words when the wine did taste good. If it tasted better, he wasn't sure. He assumed he'd have time to decide when Gideon kept the glass pressed to his lips for a third and fourth sip.

"Gideon," he sighed, but it seemed to not work on an intoxicated Lord.

"You need to relax, Ewan. They're over working you already." Gideon muttered turning Ewan's face enough to capture his mouth with his own. In seconds he had moans pulled from his Emperor that gave him more than just a few ideas.

Half a glass of wine seemed to be all it took to impair Ewan's thoughts. He squirmed and moaned against Gideon's growing touches and the heat he felt across his skin grew. It started in his stomach, spreading out to his every limb before distinctly heading south again.

"Gideon!" he gasped realizing late how disheveled his clothes were and that more skin was showing then he realized.

"You are beautiful, Ewan, always." Gideon murmured against his skin where he placed lingering kisses. He pressed Ewan back until he was lying across the couch and remained above him, pushing aside his fancy dress jacket and shirt and opening the clasp on his pants to have access to all of his important bits.

Even drunk, Gideon moved with fluid almost graceful movements that could almost rival Zan's. He touched and pressed in all the right places that had Ewan shivering and sweating. He whimpered at every faint touch to his cock and the noises intoxicated Gideon more.

"Gideon." Ewan said, his voice quiet and shaking. His head was foggy but the taste in his mouth was still good and the hands on him were even better. He moaned, the knot in his stomach growing worse every time Gideon's closely trimmed beard scratched him. It had startled him the first time he'd shared a kiss with his lord but it was rapidly becoming an addicting quality to Gideon that he adored. It was usually enough to make him ache all on its own but the wine was more than doing its part.

"I'll take care of you," Gideon muttered. "I promised, my life belongs to you doesn't it?" His fingers stroked down Ewan's chest slowly and wrapped around his erection. "Better?"

Ewan cried out arching off of the couch with the startled bouts of pleasure. No matter how many situations he found himself in, he still wasn't used to being touched so freely. He was caught between the wonderfully, terrible sensation of not knowing if he wanted to get away or push closer.

"It's... Gideon! Please!" Ewan panted, it was far too hot in his rooms.

"I have you." Gideon purred, staring down at Ewan with a pleased hazy look. He spread Ewan's legs wider apart, ignoring the click of the door completely as he continued to pump Ewan's cock in his hand.

Ewan moaned and twisted, holding onto the sofa cushions tightly as every touch pushed him further to the edge. He came with a cry, ruining the clothes he was still partly wearing and not caring one bit. The high of his orgasm had him shaking and panting and a lazy smile tugged at his lips as Gideon continued to spread feather light kisses down his chest.

Both of them jumped at the sound of slow clapping.

"I do love a finale," Titus grinned wide, leaning against the door. "I'd have hated to miss that." He sauntered into the room with a grin. "I'm hoping I haven't missed out on the encore."

Ewan stared up at him, heat swirling under his skin. He had no idea how ling Titus had been standing there and he could feel the sting of his on blush spreading."

"If he doesn't mind, I think we could arrange that." Gideon grinned, leaning back into his seat on the sofa though he kept ahold of Ewan's legs. "We should perhaps take this in to the other room though, yes? Ewan?"

Ewan's breath hitched in his throat.

"Play with me too." Titus said, a fake pout in place but it affected Ewan anyway.

"Okay..."

Titus gave a smile of his own, one more sincere. He batted Gideon's hands away and lifted Ewan's up into his arms. "Back off you drunk. I'll carry him in there." Ewan had made the softest of sounds but it was his breath that betrayed act one. "Oh my god, you're drunk too."

Titus laughed, but held Ewan closer. "Zan is gonna kill you."

"I plead my own drunken immunity." Gideon laughed, nearly stumbling as he got to his feet and using Titus to steady himself when he realized the thief waited for him with that very purpose in mind.

"Like that will save your skin." Titus snorted, only half realizing he was making himself an accessory to the ordeal.

"Um..." Ewan muttered, attempting to cover himself. "It wasn't his fault."

Titus laughed all over again. "Like they'll care," he carried Ewan into his bedroom and waited for Gideon to enter before locking the door behind them. "You've got a protective lot after you." He laid Ewan on his bed and smirked at the mess Gideon had made of him. The rare moments were he wasn't an immaculate Emperor were private ones only a few would ever get to see.

"Y..yes." Ewan swallowed, almost wishing he could have another taste of wine. It was easier to be less embarrassed it seemed.

"Let's finish what we started." Gideon said, a faint hum in his voice as he went about undressing Ewan. He started at the top, and Titus moved to the foot of the bed, unlacing his boots and removing them.

"I could do it..." Ewan muttered, bashful.

"No way, this is half the fun." Titus grinned, letting one of the boots fall onto the floor before getting rid of his own clothes.

"Good point." Gideon mused, standing to toss his own clothes on the floor. Both were aware of Ewan's eyes on them and that added some strange thrill that sex had missed before.

When they turned back to him, Ewan fidgeted and tried to restrain the urge to cover himself.

"Ewan," Titus sang in a voice that made him nervous along with incredibly hard. Even his previous release minutes before didn't matter. That borderline dangerous tone always did things to him.

Titus crawled up the length of the stupidly large bed, devouring Ewan in a kiss before he could put up any token struggle. One by one, Ewan was able to catalog the differences in each of his Lords kisses, but there was something distinctly memorable about the man who had given him his first real kiss. The teasing or the taste. The bold tongue or the feeling that he was smiling. Kissing Titus always had him stuttering.

The two pairs of hands suddenly on him left him embarrassed but even that took a back seat to the absolute pleasure they caused. The movement was already familiar and the clanking of glass had him tensing as he knew what came next.

"Relax." Gideon's voice came softly, not slurring quite so badly. He stroked down Ewan's inner thighs until he whimpered, legs falling open for him.

Titus nipped at his bottom lip. "Gideon won't hurt you." he chuckled. "I wouldn't let him anyway. You're far too valuable."

Ewan made a noise of disagreement. He said it from the start and he'd say it until the end. There was nothing special about him. His family might have been something, but personally he was just average. He gasped, eyes crossing when he felt Gideon stretching him, a chuckle from him being all the input he added.

"Don't make that noise at me," Titus nipped at his lip again. "I know treasure when I see it. That's what you are Majesty. My Thousand Year Treasure."

Ewan inhaled deep, his words cut off from Gideon's teasing. His legs shook and Titus grabbed his wrists to pin them above his head. "There wasn't..." he panted. "A thousand year treasure."

"Are we starting this again?" Gideon laughed, leaning down to swipe his tongue over the tip of Ewan's cock earning a low moan.

Titus grinned wide, watching his Emperor wither beneath him. "You're wrong anyway. There was a treasure. It was the proof of your family tree. You. You're my Thousand Year Treasure, Ewan." He pressed a soft kiss to his brow. "Don't bother arguing."

Lust mixed with wine went right to his head. He was already feeling lightheaded but Titus made it worse with his vow. Just when he felt himself climbing towards a second climax, Gideon pulled away with a far too happily buzzed laugh.

Ewan slapped his foot against the bedding impatiently.

"I think he's disappointed, Gideon." Titus smirked. "So we should probably continue."

Gideon hummed his approval, grabbing Ewan by his hips and flipping over onto his hands and knees. His face was bright red but he'd been in the position before. It didn't make it less embarrassing, but he knew what to expect. He inhaled sharply again at every small touch from Gideon's oddly steady hands but the wine relaxed him every bit as much as Zan's drug like kisses.

"You are beautiful." Titus muttered again, lying beside him still and gazing up at him. The glazed over look Ewan had was enough to hypnotize any of them. It hadn't been so long really and each of them was sure they were more or less in love with their Emperor. That love however, didn't stop a few of them from teasing him any chance they got.

"Keep holding yourself up like that." Titus muttered, "So I can slide under you."

"So you can wha—," Ewan's wide eyes shut the very moment Gideon pushed inside him. His back arched and his legs spread even more but the moan that burn caused was nearly cut off by a high pitched yelp. When Titus said under him he thought they would be facing one another, but the thief that had somehow turned into the Minster of the Imperial Army would always be devious. He'd spun around nuzzling against Ewan's cock from underneath while Gideon pushed in him from behind.

Ewan nearly screamed, the combined stimulation nearly too much to handle. He pulled at the sheets and tried to ignore how much of Titus was in fact under him. He'd seen him naked of course but to be nearly eye level with the thief's cock left him nervous and shaking.

"Just breathe." Titus teased, giving tiny licks and kisses from underneath him before taking the tip into his mouth. Every shout Ewan gave made his smile a little wider.

Gideon was laughing, the sound breathy and dreamy with the alcohol still in his system. He held onto Ewan's hips and rocked slowly, more than a little please at the performance underneath him. Ewan was sure beautiful and he blossomed more a little every day, but Titus was his own sort of exotic. The combination was startling and it took very little prompting for his pace to quicken.

"I can't…" Ewan panted, already having trouble staying up. He wiggled but had nowhere to go. Gideon and Titus both had a hand on his hip, keeping him right where they wanted him and he was rapidly falling apart because of it. A soft curse left his lips when both were moving him as if he weighed nothing, his toes curling at the sudden bliss that was trying to tear its way out of him.

"Can," Gideon said shakily. "You always, always do pretty king. What you let us do…"

Ewan couldn't help but think how he didn't 'let' them do anything. He simply couldn't deny them. He loved them, all six men meant the world to him and he'd be lost without them. They held his happiness the way they claimed he held theirs.

"No. No, can't." Ewan said more firmly, finally resting his head on Titus' hip. He clung to the thief's sides and if the nails biting into his skin bothered him, he gave no indication other than to move his head as he sucked harder on Ewan's erection.

"Fuck…" Gideon shuddered, his movements nearly pulling Ewan away from Titus for brief instances, but neither complained. "Good…"

It was all too much to take, but Ewan noticing Titus' hand moving down his chest to stroke his own erection smoothly was the last straw. He screeched, the sound rolling into a deep moan as he came, embarrassed when all Titus did was chuckle around him in some kind of victory. It was tortured by pleasure between them, and it wasn't long before Gideon followed suit, hissing out his own release.

"Fuck Ewan." Gideon groaned, attempting to catch his breath and only made it worse when he started laughing.

Not wanting him to miss out, it only took a light touch from Ewan hesitantly touching Titus' erection for the former thief to gasp and come in a rush.

"Fuck…" Titus echoed Gideon tiredly, letting Gideon lift Ewan off of him so he could roll away slowly and slowly correct himself to lie next to them.

Ewan panted still, flushed and exhausted. He'd no doubt burned through whatever amount of wine he'd had and was now too sleepy to care about dirty sheets. "Stay?"

"Possibly the best invitation I've ever gotten." Gideon rumbled, sounding remarkably more sober now. He folded Ewan close to his body and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Prettiest treasure ever," Titus said, pressing a kiss to Ewan's cheek and quietly delighting in the fact that the small gesture had their Emperor smiling. "Now that's the way to end all those stuff meetings. We should have had dinner sent here though."

"No one will miss us," Gideon yawned, resting his head against Ewan's.

Titus frowned and leaned up enough to look at Gideon. "You must still be drunk." Not being missed and not caring if they were being missed were two very different things, even he knew that. He also knew that Ewan was warm and happy and no one would be moving him.

"Of course," Gideon muttered, sounding like he could race Ewan to sleep.

"It'll be okay," Ewan said, voice quiet. "August will tell them something…"

Titus snorted and settled back, pressing against Ewan's other side. "Let's just hope that something isn't the truth, mm."

The three of them relaxed, listening to each other's breathing that lulled them into a sense of peace. It was strange to find that sort of comfort in so many but none of them complained about it. It was far to pleasing to simply have it.

The sudden banging at the door had all three of them jumping though Ewan more sluggish then the other two. With them standing guard he let sleep take him again curled up in Gideon's arms.

"Ewan!" Messiah's voice came through the door. "Why is the door locked!?"

Titus wasted no time, pressing a rough kiss to Ewan's head and another more mocking one to Gideon's before he hopped out of bed and threw his clothes on.

"What are you doing?" Gideon mumbled, looking up at him through bleary eyes.

"Running for my life."

"Ewan! Are you alright!?" He banged against the door. "I know you're in there!"

"Chicken," Gideon muttered, foolishly ready to face his fate as he attempted to go back to sleep.

Titus laughed quietly. "No way am I getting in trouble with Zan for you letting Ewan drink. No way." The second he realized the banging had stopped and heard instead the very distinct sound of tinkering with the doorknob he all but dove for the window. He managed to slip out of it and hid along the wall just before Messiah entered the room with a scowl on his face and an empty wine bottle in his hand.

"Gideon…"