Tell Me Your Secrets

Tell Me Your Secrets

Posted: June 2005
Title: Tell Me Your Secrets
Author: Ashlyn K. Toliver
Type: RPS
Characters: SB/VM/KU/OFC/and a mystery lover at the epilogue...
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is FICTION, and nothing but FICTION...and it's too bad because I would love to get this on film.
Warnings: m/m/m SEX...the stuff your parents warned you about and you didn't listen. Intimations of straight sex.
Author's Notes: Yes, the banner is me playing around with Photoshop again. The pictures used have come from various friends who seem to know that collecting pictures of hot LOTR men has become a hobby of sorts, so I don't know where the originals came from and make no claim to them. Inspired by the darkwave group Lycia, whose hauntingly erotic 'Clouds in the Southern Sky' became the soundscape for this story. To Anne, Greymist, Shadowstar, Brigantine, Haleth, Stefany, Marius and all my slash sisters (and brothers) in-arms (and anywhere else we should be). Like Sean and Viggo, you all continue to inspire me...I actually don't procrastinate as much!

Summary: Some secrets are worth the telling.

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"Tell me your secrets, Sean."

It was a familiar question, part of a game played by lovers who have gained enough trust in their relationship to reveal even the darkest secrets of their hearts.

The game had been initially conceived by Viggo, back when Sean, new to pleasure between men, was uncertain as to how to give and receive satisfaction. It demanded total honesty from both men, and through it, Sean had learned how to articulate his desires and how to act upon them.

Viggo's hands, skilled and intrepid adventurers, mapped out territories of ecstasy on Sean's golden skin, reading each quiver and shuddering sigh like ancient symbols pointing the way to paradise.

"Ah, so lovely," Viggo sighed, the rough and the smooth textures of Sean's flesh lightly quivered beneath him, tangling his fingers in the downy-soft hair on chest and thighs.

"So, tell me your secrets..."

Sean's lilting tone was breathy with passion. "That I will love, but only if you tell me yours first."

Viggo laughed, a sound rich and low - a sound that Sean would never tire of hearing. Just as he never grew tired of his lover's many and sometimes inexplicable quirks. Besides, he knew that his standard response was as much a part of their game as were the answers.

"You first."

"No, it's your turn."

"Make me..."

And this too, a wicked smile as Sean lips, those devastating weapons of mass arousal trailed their earth-shattering volcanic caress down and around Viggo's eager body, heavily redolent from their earlier love play - was part of their game as well.

Within moments his swollen arousal found itself captive of Sean's talented mouth, and neither cared who answered first.

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"My secret is Karl."

The bedroom was fragrant with the commingled scents of sweat, sandalwood and sated passion as a gentle breeze cooled their spent bodies.

"Karl."

Sean's feet absently intertwined with Viggo's. "Karl Urban. Our former King of Rohan. Him."

"And what about him?"

Here was the most important aspect of their game - the absolute honesty. Both demanded that as a symbol not only of love, but of deep trust - that they could be open without fear or censure.

"If you want to know, I'd like to shag him into the next century." Sean's cocky tone thinly disguised a certain hesitancy, even now.

The subject - polygamy - was really nothing new to either of them, though in the past it had been a means of injecting fantasy into their lovemaking. Or as was Viggo's wont, to stimulate Sean in the playroom.

But this time, there was something intense in Sean's answer - something Viggo never thought he'd hear in his lover's voice. He wasn't jealous, far too secure in Sean's love to feel so. If anything, the fact that his lover was growing more accepting of his desires pleased him.

He rolled over to his side, sapphire-dark eyes practically boring into Sean's soul.

Viggo's finger idly toyed with Sean's palm, drawing runes upon the outstretched skin. "You know I'd like to watch you with him, then I'd like to fuck you while you were inside of him."

The tantalizing touch did nothing to curb the images that came to mind. "Damn it, Vig, I thought this was my secret."

He grinned. "And who says we couldn't possibly have the same secret?"

"Do you think he thinks about us like that?"

"I don't know, Sean, but I'd like to think so."

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"You need more male energy in your life."

The words were spoken softly, but were as loud as thunder to Karl's ears.

He did not understand what Omphale meant, but that was nothing new. Omphale Onaedo was an enigma at the best of times, and statements like that only reinforced that fact.

They'd met six months ago on a lonely stretch of beach, she with camera in hand, the horizon spread out before her fiercely naked, not even the thinnest cover of cloud marring its perfection, as she snapped pictures of the sky and sea becoming one with the rays of the sun stretching out like watery tendrils.

For some time he'd been content just to watch her, admiring the way she smiled, shaking the intricate plaits of her waist-length braids away from her ageless face, the way the sun bathed her dark skin in coppery bronze. Her nearly sheer multi-hued skirt fluttered around her legs, as she stood immobile against the slowly rising tide.

There was something wildly and elementally beautiful about her, and it had been quite a long time since he'd felt the stirrings of desire for anyone.

When she finally turned around and spotted him watching her, she merely strode up to him and asked in a lilting voice with its sing-song accent, "Would you be so kind as to pose for me? You look like you belong in the sea."

Her eyes, a pale dove gray, gave her an almost otherworldly look, though they seemed gentle and wise beyond her years.

Without a second thought, Karl found himself her new subject, the wind wildly whipping his hair and his shirt to and fro. She did not speak, simply allowed him to be, capturing him both playful and profound and he relaxed in her silent yet easy company, the only sounds being the ocean and of the click-whir of the camera.

When she had finished, she walked up to him again and kissed him lightly on the lips. Somehow that just seemed natural for her to do and he accepted it as he'd accepted everything about his mysterious artist.

"Thank you," she whispered, and she began to walk away without a word.

"I'd like to at least know the name of the woman who's just captured my essence on film for posterity," he called out, watching the lush body move and sway to her own inner rhythm.

"Omphale," she returned over her shoulder, her soft voice carrying over the waves. "And we'll meet again, Karl Urban."

And they had.

Now she idly toyed with the dark strands of his hair, tousled from their earlier love play. Karl had learned early in their relationship never to ask for or expect clarification right away. Omphale would answer him in her own sweet time, and she was always brutally honest.

So he waited, lying on her stomach, eyes closed as the light ocean breeze cooled their passion-slick bodies.

"You need to find passion with a man, my dear."

That made him rise up with a start, his hazel eyes wide with shock. "What on earth are you talking about," he asked, his tone more sharp than he'd intended.

She simply smiled that secretive smile which often meant that when she did answer him he'd be left even more confused than before.

"I'm talking about what you need to make you complete. Male energy, male power. And that's obviously something I cannot give you."

He'd shared his fantasies with her, knowing that she was non-judgmental. One fantasy in particular often fueled their passionate exploits.

"Sometimes I really regret ever telling you I was bisexual," Karl muttered petulantly. "Now you're probably going to set me up with every halfway decent-looking man you see."

Omphale just laughed, tapping him lightly on his nose with a finger. "Oh Karl, you're so funny. If you must know, I already sensed that about you, and no, I don't plan on becoming a procuress. I just think it's a dimension of your being that needs to be expressed, like my art."

Karl stared out at the ocean, watching the sun blaze its last glory into the horizon. "So should I just start chasing after blokes myself or something to get this 'male energy'?"

"I seriously doubt a man as beautiful as you are Karl Urban, would ever have to chase anyone. If anything, you might have to fight them off."

Karl harrumphed, felt the mattress dip as Omphale rose gracefully, belting a silk kimono around her waist. She stretched lithely like a panther.

"You're an artist, just as I am. Words - rules - they're meaningless to people like us. They can be limiting to our craft and to our souls. Just like words like straight, gay, bisexual do not fully encompass the totality of human sexuality." Omphale gazed deeply into his eyes, her own light gray ones a striking contrast to her sable skin. "Just like black and white are meaningless to you and I."

Caressing his cheek, she continued, "Whatever works for you is what it is...even whatever turns you on."

Karl laid his hand over hers, a glimmer of understanding beginning to dawn upon him. And if he were completely honest with himself, there was indeed unfinished business, questions and desires that had not been resolved, with not just one man, but two - from his past.

As if she knew what he was thinking, Omphale bent down, lightly touched her full lips to his, whispering with seductive mystery, "Maybe you should give Viggo and Sean a call. They may be expecting you."

Suddenly awash in a surging tidal wave of lust, Karl pulled Omphale back to the bed, rolling himself on top of her, undoing the sash of the robe. He sucked in a deep breath as the material parted, revealing the lush expanse of Belgian chocolate skin he'd come to know so well. He parted her legs with a thigh, rubbing it against her wet heat, his cinnamon eyes blazing.

"There are so many things I want them to do to me..."

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Three days later, Omphale drove Karl to the airport. Both were silent, having said everything that needed to be said.

"This isn't goodbye, Karl," Omphale touched his lips with her fingers. "Only the beginning of something new, so just go with it."

He let his mouth on hers speak eloquently on his behalf. No, not goodbye...

Releasing her, Omphale placed a light kiss on his nose, smiling. "Be well, my darling Karl. And thank you for everything."

With that final enigmatic statement, Omphale Onaedo - artist, world traveler, adventuress, mystery - walked out of his life just as unfathomable as she'd been when she first walked into it. He wondered if there was anyone in the world who knew who she really was, and decided that he didn't want to be one of them.

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Amazingly sleep came easily to him during the flight and it gave him the freedom to reflect on exactly he was planning to do.

Nearly four years and still their faces had the power to make him catch a breath. Both were extraordinarily handsome men, exuding an aura of powerful masculinity - Sean with his laughing green eyes and rakish smile, and Viggo with his sense of mystery and mischief, and a pair of steel blue eyes that once they fixed upon you, felt as if one were in the center of a cerulean maelstrom.

He'd been deeply attracted to them from Viggo's initial rugbytackle, but never seemed to find the opportunity - no, that wasn't true because there had been plenty of opportunities - and even though he knew Viggo and Sean were a couple, they had begun to make it quite clear that there was a place for him as well.

Several times it had almost happened, after a few drinks too many and the conducive surroundings of New Zealand nights - but somehow Karl had found some way to fall into a drunken stupor or embarrassed by his body's reaction to his handsome co-stars, managed to stumble back to his bungalow, kicking himself all the way down the beach for being so stupid.

After filming wrapped up, they'd all made promises to keep in touch, but Karl had quickly gone his own way, relegating the what-could-have-beens to the attic of his mind.

But he could never forget them, and Omphale understood that.

So here he was, on his way to Los Angeles without any idea what to do or say when he got there.

He just knew this time, it would happen.

It was eleven in the morning when Karl's flight landed at LAX. Oddly enough, he didn't feel fatigued or disoriented. There was a sense of expectation, of possibility, in the warm Southern California air.

A few people, recognizing him from Lord of the Rings or from 'Riddick, asked him autographs, which he cheerfully gave.

By the luggage carousel, he took his cell phone from his pocket and speed-dialed the number that he never allowed himself to forget.

It rang once...twice...three times...on the fourth...

"Hello?"

Sean. Karl's heart skipped several beats. "Hi, Sean, it's Karl. I'm here in L.A."

Silence on the other end, then, "At the airport?"

"Yes."

"Don't move, Urban. Vig and I are on our way."

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Within an hour, Karl was in the backseat of Sean's blue Mustang, the wind whipping his hair as he studied the two men in front of him.

Sean in classic Ray-Bans was any woman's wet dream, Karl thought, studying the haughty profile, the lips pursed as he concentrated on the road ahead. And Viggo, what else was there to say about that cleft Karl had dreamed about so many times.

They looked well, and quite settled into whatever form of domestic bliss they'd created for themselves.

And they were more than happy to see him.

They had almost caused a scandal as the three friends tackled and hugged each other in hearty greetings, Viggo's eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree.

"You look good, Rohan rider," he said, using the familiar nickname which brought back a rush of warm memories and Karl's body heated as the older man's gaze seemed to mentally undress him.

"So what brings you here," Sean asked over the racing wind as he expertly maneuvered the car through traffic. "It's good to see you, lad."

"No reason really, just felt like getting away for a bit," he replied. It wasn't exactly the truth, but right now wasn't the place to explain it. "I hope I'm not intruding on anything," hesitancy in his tone. "I can always get a hotel."

Viggo craned his head around, a smile on his lips that again heated Karl's blood. "We've got plenty of room, and no, you're not intruding at all. In fact, we're both very glad to see you."

Karl heard something else in Viggo's enigmatic reply and couldn't help thinking about Omphale. The two of them would get along famously, if they didn't drive each other to distraction with their habit of being purposely oblique.

With nothing else to be said, Karl settled in for the ride, taking in the sights - or what he could see of them from the winding concrete freeway - until they turned onto Pacific Coast Highway and he was once again greeted with the heady fragrance of the ocean. He wondered if the waves that crashed tiredly upon this shore had traveled from his home and were thankful to have reached their destination.

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Karl Urban was still sex on two legs, Viggo thought as he slid into wicked fantasies about what he and Sean were planning to do to their former King of Rohan.

The dark hair was still the wild, untamable mane that had been the bane of the stylists on the set of 'Rings. It flowed like silk around his ever-youthful features, complimenting the rakish goatee. His eyes were like liquid caramel and they made Viggo melt.

Those lips, full and soft, almost blushing-pink held a certain naughty appeal and would look quite nice wrapped around his cock...or Sean's.

This time there would be no excuses. The Rohan rider was about to get ridden very hard and for a very long time.

He sensed the other man felt the powerful need as well - a need that had lasted and only become stronger as the years passed.

He also knew that Sean was thinking along the same lines, a wicked gleam behind the darkly-tinted sunglasses, as he did his best to adhere to the speed limit.

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"You'll have to excuse the place," Sean said, ushering Karl into the wide living room, made more spacious still by the floor to ceiling windows that opened to a redwood deck, letting in the light of the mid-afternoon sun. "I had just begun to straighten up when you called."

If this was what Sean considered untidy, Karl thought, amused in spite of himself, noticing the only mess were the stacks and stacks of photography books as well as a few paintbrushes scattered on the coffee table, he would hire the man to fly back to New Zealand with him and attempt to make some sense of the chaos he'd left behind. A few finished and unfinished canvases lay stacked against one wall.

"Why don't you go put Karl's stuff in our spare bedroom, and I'll start making something for us to eat," Viggo suggested, looking at the Kiwi as if what he wanted to eat would not be found in the kitchen. Karl's body temperature nearly skyrocketed. "You're probably starving."

I am, Karl thought, his libido sending silent signals. But not for food. "You're right, I didn't eat much on the plane. Just wasn't hungry."

No, just the fact that what I wanted wasn't on the airline's menu.

Viggo's eyebrow cocked as if he'd read Karl's unspoken reply, though what was in his eyes spoke volumes. He turned around and followed Sean up the stairs, trying his best not to stare at the other man's tempting backside.

"It's really good to see you, lad," Sean repeated again, his green eyes warm - no hot. "We wondered if you remembered us."

How the hell could I ever forget the both of you? "You and Viggo are not exactly forgettable you know? We had some great times back then."

"Aye, that we did. And I'm glad you finally decided to visit. Most of the cast has dropped by at some point, save for Orlando and Martin - and that's only because they're filming." He paused by an open door and ushered Karl inside. "Ah, here we are. Just drop your stuff anywhere." Sean busied himself, opening the windows to let in more light and fresh air as Karl did his best not to just pounce on the Brit. That ass was beginning to get to him, and Karl wanted nothing more than to feel the tight muscles flex in his hands.

He wondered what Sean would look like on his knees as he fucked him.

Karl placed his bags on the bed and waited, his body urging him to do something - even a taste. He walked up behind Sean, placed a hand on the man's shoulder and turned him around.

He was drowning in those eyes, full of jade heat and fire. Sean's arms snaked around his waist, pulling him closer, hard bodies meshed together and slowly those lips Karl dreamed of descended upon his.

Kisses were not meant to make one scream...

That was unless one was being kissed into paradise by Sean Bean. Where on earth the man had learned to kiss was anyone's guess but Karl was more than grateful to whomever his teacher had been for he could barely stand up as the kiss overwhelmed all five senses. It was a kiss to sink one's soul into, as if it had been waiting for Karl's mouth alone. The kiss took everything and gave back even more, and Karl was completely intoxicated, likening the green-eyed Brit's mouth to the high from an illegal drug.

"Tell me your secrets, Karl." Sean's hot breath fanned against his face, teeth lightly nibbling on his earlobe. "What do you want..."

What did he want? The man had to be kidding not to know and Karl's mouth didn't want to do anything save be kissed again and again by Sean. He didn't even want to breathe, much less speak.

But Sean wouldn't be denied. He pulled his lips away, hovering inches from Karl's own, his eyes blazing, full of barely leashed desire.

"Tell me your secrets, Karl..." he repeated, hands twining themselves into the thickness of Karl's hair, possessing him. "Tell me what you need."

What I need...what I need is you and Viggo...I want...and this time Karl said the words, his breath halting, the truth spilling forth from his soul, "My secret is that I came here because I want you and I want Viggo...from the time we met I always have, and I never acted on my feelings because I didn't know how you felt, but now..."

With the admission fresh from Karl's lips, Sean pulled Karl's body with him as he moved towards the hall. "Vig, can you come up here please?" Karl's eyes widened, wondering what the other man would do or say. Sean winked.

Moments later Viggo's form paused in the doorway of the room, his eyes missing nothing of the tight embrace his lover held the dark-haired Kiwi.

It was a damn good thing he took the extra minute to turn everything off because from the energy that filled the room, dinner would be delayed indefinitely.

Cradling Karl's body, Sean looked straight at his lover. "Our former King of Rohan has a secret that I think he needs to share..."

Within two strides, Karl was now pinned between two hard, hot bodies as Viggo's arms encircled his waist. "So tell me your secrets, Karl..."

Sean's breath came like a sirocco, teasing his ear and neck as he struggled to form at least a sentence. It was difficult to stare deep into Viggo's blue-black eyes, dark with hunger, his own face reflected in them.

"...I want you Viggo...you and Sean together...however you both want me...I need to feel that..."

"Really," Viggo growled, not asking but stating a fact. "We want you as well, Karl, and not just for a quick tryst either."

His paint-calloused fingers reached out, tenderly caressing the whiskered cheek. For such an intense man, Viggo could be gentle when he wished.

The gentleness undid Karl, whose body arched against the other man's, rubbing his swollen cock against the seam of Viggo's jeans.

"I suggest we move this to our bedroom," Viggo said, his voice a seductive rumble, as his fingers hooked into the waistband of Karl's jeans.

After that it all took on the hazy unreality of a dream as clothes were shed, each item slowly, tantalizingly removed, revealing sculpted muscles, dusky male nipples, tapered hips and fully engorged cocks jutting from soft thatches of hair.

"God Karl, you're quite a sight," Sean whispered admiringly, his eyes greedily roving over the taut planes of the man's body. Hands followed eyes, fingertips skimming over quivering muscles, touching everywhere.

They shared breathless kisses and fervent caresses, Karl's hands roaming at will over heated skin as Viggo's tongue languidly entwined with his own, exploring every crevasse, drowning him in his sensuality.

The kisses alone threatened to undo him - Sean's tongue danced with his in a silent melody, sampling the taste and texture of Karl's lips...then Viggo's mouth was on his, completely ravaging every drop of sweetness and heat.

He was falling...falling fast into a silken oblivion dominated by the two powerful men who held him aloft, as they took turns sating themselves upon his mouth, their hands kneading and stroking.

It was a fantasy made flesh and though Karl had no idea what he should do first, he allowed instinct and need to guide him.

They were both so incredibly alluring, and his mouth watered for a taste of them.

Dropping down to his knees he took both in hand, savoring the feel of hot silk over steel in his palms. Exerting a little pressure, he pulled them both close and opened his mouth, tongue snaking out to taste one, and then the other.

Both groaned as Karl alternated throating each of them, stroking with hot, knowing fingers, caressing their balls, eyes closed in ecstasy, humming deep in his throat his pleasure.

Sean and Viggo rocked their hips slowly, their cocks slick with saliva, rubbing against the other, their eyes focused on the dark-haired man below them and the image would fuel a thousand future fantasies.

Karl was trapped in hungry gazes of burning blue and smoldering green. His own eyes, smoky topaz with passion met theirs, as he gave them a show neither would never forget, head thrown back as far as he could go, his throat eagerly swallowing as much of each of them as he could. The salty musky flavors of precome baptized his mouth as he became lost in sensation.

He inhaled Viggo's cock right to the base, his nose buried in soft dark hair at the groin. It had never once occurred to him to wonder just how he knew how to do any of this, and if it had, he would analyze it later...perhaps. Right now, he sucked and swallowed until his eyes grew hazy from an almost lack of oxygen, and breathing was fast becoming a non-issue if it meant giving up the feel and the taste of rock hard flesh that his body had begged for.

Sean's cock was in Karl's firm grip, made slick from his saliva, and he stroked each inch of the slick hard satin, fingers teasing the corona as the slit leaked drops of precome.

Then it was the emerald eyed man's turn to practically fall to his knees as Karl released Viggo and instantly took Sean prisoner within the recesses of his hot mouth while his hand went to work on Viggo. Sean's cock had a slight upward taper to it, with a fat blushing head, but it still glided easily down Karl's throat. His hand circled the base, hand and mouth working in tandem, licking the long throbbing vein on the underside, never once taking his eyes from the blond man's face.

They were both so close, each small tremor growing in frequency and power and reluctantly, both men slowly pulled away from the temptation of coming in Karl's mouth and raised the dark-haired man to his feet.

"I want to be inside of you Karl," Viggo whispered hoarsely to him, answering the unspoken question in Karl's eyes. "We both do."

Gods, he wanted that too...

They led him slowly to the bed...their bed...the bed they shared thousands of passionate nights and even days in, wrapped in the security of their love. Laying him down, he was bracketed on both sides by sleekly muscled bodies that kissed, molded, explored and tasted everything he had.

He arched against Sean's wicked mouth, latched upon his nipples, sucking and lightly biting the swollen points as Viggo whispered in his ear, his cock pressed against Karl's ass, "Have you ever had a man inside of you?"

"No," and the word came out more like a soft sigh. "But I want you and Sean to be the first..."

Reaching behind him, Viggo found the bottle of lubricant kept on the nightstand and slicked his fingers with the slippery liquid.

All Karl could think was more...more...

The energy flowed through him, his body riding the powerful currents connecting the three of them.

Slow, deep and hard...slower, deeper...harder...

There were no sounds in the room, no need for words, but the silence was far more sensually arousing than even the loudest groans.

Both men were deep inside him - Viggo stoking the fire with each brush of his thick cock against his explosive center, Sean's cock slowly pistoning in and out of his hungry mouth, his tongue reading each little quake like a seismograph.

The air was thick with musk and lust. Karl felt Viggo's fingers grasping his hips harder. Their pleasure slowly unfurled like the petals of hothouse flowers. A dance of desire where no one led, just bodies enmeshed, moving slowly towards promised ecstasy.

If there was a thought going through Karl's mind, it had to be that what he was experiencing at the hands of his new lovers was as close to the power of the ocean as one could be. Viggo moved within him, his lean hips undulating like waves rising and falling. Karl matched his rhythm, taking Sean in long, slow slides down his throat, discovering that the Brit enjoyed the teasing graze of canines on the underside of his cock.

He saw with his mind's eye how gorgeous they were; sweat gleaming off their bodies in the late afternoon sun as they loved him to within an inch of his life.

Viggo had been incredibly gentle, opening him up with just his fingers, first one, breaching him as Sean continued to kiss, to bite and to whisper heated words of lust.

"Feels good, doesn't it," Sean had asked, the question vibrating on his skin. "Imagine what you'll feel like when he's opened you with almost his entire hand...what it will feel like when his cock is moving slowly inside of you..."

Now he knew, and his imagination paled in comparison to the reality.

And Sean was in his mouth, penetrating him as smoothly as easily as Viggo penetrated him over and over again.

He was going to come just from this and he didn't want to, not yet.

There was no sense of time, no urgency to their movements as Sean and Viggo took and gave pleasure to the man impaled between them, watching him, watching each other and incredibly turned on by what they saw in each other's eyes.

Wicked sensation built steadily upon wicked sensation, over and over as the speed and intensity of their passion increased, the only sounds now heard were the wet slap of skin on skin and the creaking of the bed.

Was it possible to come so violently without screaming?

For Karl the answer was a definite yes as a force as powerful as a lightning strike surged through him, causing his back to arch as tight as a bow then releasing. He couldn't scream because both Sean's and Viggo's orgasms followed seconds later, filling his mouth and ass with their thick, hot cream. His own stomach was splattered with a butterfly blot of his semen.

The tremors continued to wrack Karl's body, gradually decreasing in intensity as his two lovers caressed him tenderly, bringing him down from on high.

The energy continued to course through his body, awakening his senses, and he realized even if what he'd experienced with Sean and Viggo never happened again, it would always be as much a part of him as his own soul.

He felt complete.

The trio rested as the shadows lengthened, late afternoon changing her gown for an evening robe cloaked in moon and stars.

Viggo rose, making his way to the bathroom, returning with warm, wet washcloths to wipe away the remnants of their past exertions. He personally took it upon himself to cleanse the sticky come from Karl's chest, his fingers making whisper-light contact with the man's softened cock.

After the ablutions were done, Viggo once again took his place bracketing Karl, his cock nesting snugly against Karl's cleft.

Sean lightly caressed Karl's face, the whiskers a soft brush against his fingertips. Karl sank into the touch, sighing gently.

"Shall we tell you our secrets now, Rohan rider," Viggo's sultry tone whispered heatedly, his fingers busy upon the dark-haired man's nipples, circling the aureoles and teasing the nubs into stiff peaks. "Would you like to know what we'd like to do to you?"

Karl whimpered, his mind filled with all sorts of lusciously decadent imaginings.

"We'll take that as a yes then," Sean chuckled softly. Then like quicksilver the amusement became a low throbbing growl filled with lust, "You're going to get fucked again, Rohan rider...by me...and as I'm fucking you, Viggo's going to be fucking me at the same time...and you're going to feel it all..."

Karl's mind nearly went into overload, his body into overdrive. "Oh god, do it...do it, Sean..."

"He's going to spread your legs wider than an Olympic gymnast," Viggo continued, sinful cotton-candy whispers filling his ears. They were both going to work him over with just their voices before their bodies fulfilled every silken promise. "Then he's going to slide that magnificent cock that you've been sucking on deep inside your hot, tight ass...and you are very tight, Rohan rider..."

"Maybe you should suck Viggo's cock a little before he fucks me," Sean suggested wickedly, eyes locked on Karl's. "Then when you've got him nice and hard, he can come behind me, spread my ass cheeks and slide inside of me..."

"...Feeling me fuck Sean slow and hard..."

"...With my cock rubbing against your hot spot deep inside you..."

"...Just imagine what it will feel like when we all come..."

Karl didn't want to imagine it and rocked his body back and forth, his erection swollen and straining, rubbing against Sean's, like silk on steel.

"On your back then," Viggo ordered in a hot rasp. "We both want to see your beautiful face as we fuck you into the next world..."

Every lascivious promise they'd made to him they'd kept and words simply had not been enough to describe the incredible sensations that coursed through his body again.

He'd almost been loathe to give up Viggo's cock as he sucked him deep into his mouth, wanting to watch him come undone beneath his eager tongue, but the man pulled out, rock hard and glistening with saliva. Cobalt eyes fastened onto his as Viggo leaned down and placed a hungry kiss upon the swollen lips.

"Just wait..." he whispered into Karl's mouth.

That upward tilt of Sean's cock was devastating within him, as he pressed deep, burying himself slow, hard and deep. Karl's hips moved in tandem, bringing himself even closer, even deeper...

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Sean's head lay cradled against Viggo's shoulder as they all began their slow descent into madness.

Karl was blessedly tight, even after the thorough pounding he'd taken from Viggo earlier. Copious amounts of lube made the slip and slide of intimate contact easier, but Sean felt as if the muscles inside of the slick snug channel squeezed him.

Viggo's hands gripped his hips as his cock settled itself between Sean's cheeks, rubbing against him like a cat, teasing.

"Want it?" Viggo breathed the question, his hot breath scented with kisses teased his earlobe.

In response, Sean bent forward, sending him deeper into Karl, who groaned loudly. Viggo laughed at his lover's needy and tantalizing reply and quickly prepared himself.

"You ready to feel this, Karl..." Sean asked, his own breath coming in eager pants, impatient to have Viggo inside of him. Karl didn't answer, simply opened his eyes, wanting to watch it all happen.

Sean hissed as Viggo slowly, gently breached him, his eyes closing softly, breathing shallow and ragged.

And Karl truly could feel Viggo inside of Sean, their connection just that strong.

Sean's movements inside of Karl were almost graceful, a smooth advance and retreat, made all the more erotic by the sight of Viggo inside of Sean, matching his lover's rhythm. Once more Karl closed his eyes and allowed the sensations to take him, to ride the waves of the two men's bodies. Again he did not touch his cock, too aroused to need further stimulation.

This time the loving was unashamedly vocal as each urged the other towards the precipice. Words of lust and desire peppered the hothouse atmosphere, Sean's accent so thick as to be almost unintelligible.

Faster and faster they raced, higher and higher they climbed, each begging with body and voice to give in, to come, to fall into the velvet darkness and be safe...

And so like fallen angels of lore, Sean, Karl and Viggo fell together and rejoiced in their fall, shared cries of completion blending in harmony.

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It was like an erotic dream that Karl prayed never to awaken from as his body, mind and spirit were loved into exhaustion.

By the time of their final shuddering screaming climaxes, in which Karl had Viggo on his hands and knees fully impaled on his cock, with Viggo's mouth full of Sean's cock, their bodies could simply take no more and they fell together in a tangle of arms and legs, the bed beneath them cradling their plunge.

He lay between the two men again, kissing and caressing, tasting sweat and semen and other pungent flavors from each other's bodies.

And later Sean asked, "You will stay with us awhile, won't you?"

Viggo added, "You're a part of us now...a friend and a lover."

And before he closed his eyes to sleep, Karl sent a silent thought of thanksgiving to Omphale, hoping that perhaps she knew what had come about this night.

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Epilogue

Omphale Onaedo, the Contesse de Montigny, born on the wrong side of the royal bed (though in her own view as long as one is born and well-loved, there was no wrong side of the bed, royal or otherwise) though still accorded certain rights and privileges of royalty, though she would never inherit a throne, felt a warm sensation if utter and complete satiation suffuse through her naked body.

Karl.

She lay out by the pool of her villa, allowing the summer sun to slowly burnish her already dark skin, her face shaded by a large brimmed straw hat.

Perhaps she and Karl would meet again some day, love again for a little while, and then as was her wont, she'd move on. The world was large and there were places she still hadn't traveled, pictures of the beautiful and the strange that needed her insightful touch.

There were men and women she had yet to love.

Besides, she thought contentedly as she turned onto her stomach, Karl was right where he needed to be right now.

She wished him well.

A pair of strong masculine hands began a slow sensuous massage around her shoulders and back, delving lower towards her rounded buttocks. Omphale sighed deeply into the contact.

"You are planning to spoil me, are you not my dearest Craig..."

A wicked chuckle was the young man's reply, blue eyes twinkling with lusty amusement. "Of course, Omphale. If I don't, who will? Now turn over so that I may kiss you again."

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