Title: Seeing Triple

Author: DragonSapphire

Rating: R

Disclaimer: All characters are property of me. Do not use without my permission.

Summary: Three triplet brothers, each with remarkable abilities (and extra body parts) are born into a world where logic is twisted, strange lands are connected by the treacherous Tunnels, and a man with three nipples rules over it all.

Warnings: None really so far, other than slightly incestuous moments. If you are underage, are uncomfortable with any of these subjects, or just not a fan of m/m relationships, please do not continue.

This story will take place in an Alternate Universe (AU).

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“Yes, my lord,” the court Prophet and Negotiator, Paeden Nadaheim, murmured softly with a faint smile that touched his three mouths, arcing his upper body and head gracefully into a humble bow as his long silver hair shimmered around his delicately-structured face.

“Paeden, please don’t...”

Paeden straightened and glanced at his imperial leader with his literally stunning pale blue eyes, the smiles still gracing his full lips.

“You are my superior, Xija. It is only proper that I address you as such.”

“I am your brother, Paeden.”

For the first time that he could remember, Paeden heard weariness in the other man’s naturally powerful tone, and Xija’s brilliant vermillion eyes had taken a dull gleam to them. It seemed as if the stressful, authoritative obligations had finally begun to take their toll on the infallible leader.

In place of a reply, Paeden’s heeled boots clicked lightly against white marble as he diligently ascended the steps to his king’s - his brother’s - magnificent throne, all traces of court formality gone from his sinewy, elegant form. He did not come to a standstill when he reached the top and stood before Xija, instead startling the practically unshakeable man when he slid easily into his brother’s lap, curling against Xija’s solid form as he used to when they were children. One of his mouths brushed the bare flesh of Xija’s neck as he rested his head against the muscular curve of the other’s shoulder, gently wrapping his slender arms around the man’s waist.

“Yes, I know you are, Xija,” Paeden amended softly, feeling the other’s similar build tense against him.

His tone became slightly impish as he tugged on one of the frilly tassels that adorned his sibling’s nearly bare chest. When Xija swatted the other man’s hand away from one of his three decorated nipples and finally relaxed into his brother’s weight on his thighs, Paeden lifted his head and touched his full azure lips briefly, but warmly, to Xija’s in a chaste, affectionate kiss.

Xija growled and shoved at Paeden’s shoulder half-heartedly, unable to suppress the faint upturn of his mouth and the sudden lightness his younger brother’s antics had on his being.

“Giving up on your beloved so soon, Prophet?”

Xija smirked as Paeden flickered his long forked tongue out childishly and removed his rather insubstantial weight from the other’s lap. The king settled back into his still-daunting throne, delicately tracing the intricate, ornate etching on the gold-enameled arm, and cocked a blue-green eyebrow at the other man.

Paeden grinned back and waved a dismissive hand as he strode deliberately down the short stairwell, his black and violet robes flaring behind him dramatically. Normally he wouldn’t dare be so brusque to his liege, even if said liege was his elder twin –although not identical- brother by minutes after all, but he could sense they both could fare without the stuffy formality for a scant few moments - even without their telepathic link.

“Do not be daft, m’lord. That was merely a test of my succubus heritage,” Paeden said in his soft, yet playfully belligerent voice. “A particular oblivious little birdie will certainly be helpless against my irresistible charms, especially if I were able to seduce such a powerful figure such as yourself so easily -“

Paeden took an agile yet fluid step to one side - his back still turned - as he effortlessly avoided a projectile vase suddenly flying past his head to shatter into millions of dust-like particles as the unfortunate antique collided with the wall a mere fingernail’s width from him. The silver-haired soothsayer lifted a groomed eyebrow over his shoulder and clucked his tongue softly in a chiding manner.

“Temper temper, my dear brother. That is no way for a distinguished lord to act.”

This time Paeden caught the vase effortlessly with one hand, balancing it on his fingertips for a moment as if admiring its delicate composition, before tossing it to one of the immobile guards on either side of the court’s entrance who fumbled and nearly dropped it before returning to his stationary position, vase clutched awkwardly in gauntlet fists. Paeden pondered harassing the king’s guards further for a moment, but he figured he’d had enough amusement at the esteemed’s expense for one day. Besides, he didn’t want to endanger any more of the palace’s gaudy ornaments, and Xija might resort to hurling his tassels at him next.

Paeden turned before he departed the king’s presence, sweeping into low, grandiose bow. However, that humble intention meant by the elaborate gesture was efficiently destroyed due to the smirking lips on either side of his cheeks which exposed his sharp, virulent incisors.

“Do get some rest, my King. I believe you are becoming quite crotchety in your old age.”

Xija snorted and rose one hand, the simple gold band on his thumb reflecting a shimmer of light as he made a threatening gesture, as if to send another projectile with his telekinesis.

“You must not be as attached to your pretty head or tongues as I had assumed, Prophet,” he lowered his hand back down as said prophet adopted the look of mortification as he should - even if it was feigned.

“I suggest you do well to watch both.”

“Yes, my lord,” Paeden inclined his head slightly one last time, his voice softening as Xija recognized a flicker of the beginnings of a vision behind Paeden’s light eyes.

The Prophet’s normally silent left mouth opened as the other two remained hushed and motionless.

“As you say, so it shall be.”

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A/N: Ohh! Foreshadowing for Paeden maybe? Hmm....

This was spawned for my friend, Q’s, RP thing she started (the universe this takes place in, Omnis, is of her creation), and before when I kept harassing her to make a character with 3 nipples. X3 She wouldn’t, so I took it upon myself to create him myself – Xija – who is now the middle child in a set of triplets (Paeden is the youngest and Aarhus may be introduced later if I get that far).

I’m not sure if this is going anywhere, since she’s currently got me working on another project of hers, but we’ll see. And the link to the rp can be found in my bio, so please check it out if you have time.