He is the first one there, the room is big, hollow and empty. He grins and flicks a wrist. A sofa, big and red and plush with little steel rings hiding between the cushions. He is planning for later. He settles himself onto the furniture, falling back with a lazy sigh, his long brown and blue hair fanning out behind him, the translucent luminescence of his opal silk coat, the only item he is wearing, making him look like a god. He closes deep intensely green eyes to wait. It has been a long time since the last rendezvous here, and today there will be a different set of people to play with and enjoy. And perhaps less power play, though that was fun too. While he waits he rearranges the room to make it more comfortable. Thick carpet, a big firm bed decked out and black and silver silks, drapes everywhere, a few chairs, a table by the door, cut crystal goblets and dragon-shaped decanter of blood red wine. He turns off the lights and sets strange gold glowing spheres floating around the edges of the room, no longer quite so big. He waits for the others to arrive.

The next to arrive is the tall Lakotain boy, a year older than the first, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, his long jet hairs plaited into an elegant coil around his throat. He grins at the décor and then at the boy on the sofa. A tweaked eyebrow is his only other reaction and a slight narrowing of kohl lined eyes. The Lakotain snaps his fingers and suddenly the brown-blue haired boy finds his wrists securely snapped together behind his waist, tied with black cords. The other knows him better than he ought. Caramel skinned fingers play across his narrow chest, the shape of his slight muscles obvious through the thin silk. The older boy plants a firm dry kiss over his heart and gets up. He paces around the room with a feline’s easy loping gait and boy twist sharply to turn their eyes on the door when it opens in the half-light.

She is radiant, clad in a gown of burgundy velvet, with blonde hair shorter than either of them, slight and curvaceous. Her skirt falls to the floor, her long sleeves fitted to wrist. She looks amazing. She takes in the look of the two boys. One teased, predatory, the other with wide eyes, astonished, even though it was he who asked them to be here. She glances between the two, and knows that while the tall Lakotain might be in charge as it were, the slightly smaller boy is the one who holds the ace. The former will do anything, absolutely anything, to ensure the others happiness. And with that in mind, she lets the door swing closed behind her.

The girl goes to the tall Lakotain boy and wraps an arm around his waist to pull him closer. He is all slick, whip thin, his arousal obvious and constrained by his jeans. She grabs his hair and pulls him low for a deep kiss. Neither of them miss the jumping reaction of the youngest boy. The wolf-alpha, still bound on the sofa is both hot and jealous. The Lakotain’s strangely pale eyes smile while his mouth is otherwise occupied. The girl breaks the kiss to whisper an instruction to him and surprisingly, the dark skinned boy obeys, nodding his consent. The bound alpha is now ever so slightly worried, knowing that it is not like his friend and sometimes lover to take instructions from anybody, least of all a practical stranger. And then he sees the glint, seductive, evil and cunning in his friend’s sky blue eyes and his heart flips.

The pale silk of his long coat does nothing to hide his burning hot want and the Lakotain drops to his knees before him, nuzzling his lower belly, his hands running up the inside of his bare hairless legs to his knees, and easing them apart. He makes a noise, low in his throat, something like a purr, a pleased sound at the very least. Skilled fingers part the silken folds of the coat and the Lakotain draws the tip of his warm tongue along the other boy’s length. The boy quivers, hardens against him, a moan escaping his mouth, unhindered, as his hips flex upward in pleasure. The Lakotain grins, and the girl comments that the younger boy is just far too easy. He is too busy panting for breath to reply as the Lakotain takes to his task with wanton abandon, swallowing his friend whole.

The boy, despite the delirious pleasures he is being given has enough presence of mind to know that the girl has stepped towards him, smiling and it a gaze that needs no verbal translation is offering herself to him. He forces himself away from the skilled intense heat of the Lakotain’s mouth long enough to change her clothes. The sleeves gone, the bodice of the dress deeper cut to show the delightful curves of her breasts, the skirt short enough now to show the tops of her stockings. He shifts on the sofa, and the Lakotain growls around him at being interrupted from his task. The girl ruffles his silky died hair and cups his jaw with one hand, bringing him forward to her. He inhales her scent, dark, musky and completely unlike the scents of himself or the other boy. New, strange and intoxicating. He lets out a soft growling hum as she pulls him close, pressing his mouth to her. He feels her shudder delightful, he can feel the dampness of her through the insubstantial lace she wears. He hand is tight on his jaw, willing him to do more. And what with the Lakotain doing more than inspiring things with lips, teeth and tongue he is only to happy to oblige. He slips out the tip of his tongue to extract a moan from her, the sway of her hips drawing him in even as he leans forward, eager, tonguing the fabric of her underwear aside to give her more pleasure.

The Lakotain sits back on his heels and stands, watching the other two. The boy on the sofa is still bound and the older boy smoothes his shoulders and begins to trace lines down his spine. The boy shivers and the Lakotain kiss the back of his neck before biting down hard. His gasp breaks the contact between himself and the girl and she takes a giddy step backwards, grinning and gasping as the tall dark boy continues his assault on the other. The alpha is shaking in seconds. The older boy hauls him to his feet and kisses him, hot and aloof and predatory like a cat, claiming him with his kiss, a brand of fire on his lips. The boy quivers in his coat as the girl lowers herself to her knees before him and coaxes his arousal with her slim fingers, her breath warm and moist on his sensitive skin. He sways, clinging to his friend behind him as best he can while still tied, able to find the shape of the Lakotain’s erection through his jeans, thumbing the fly open enough to slip his fingers into the velvety inviting warmth.

He cries out again as the girl takes him in her mouth, not as expert as the Lakotain, but making up for that in enthusiasm. He moans, a delightful noise to his taller friend, who is making the most of the boy’s weak spot, placing warm wet kisses on his neck and shoulders, kisses like comets along his collarbones. Long fingers tease his entrance and suddenly the boy is groaning the Lakotain’s names, mewling, wanting that more than anything, to be touched, teased, taken. He is answered with a growl and the Lakotain moves away. He girl sits back and smiles up at him, but the boy’s green eyes are searching the room for his lover. She gets to her feet, unties his bonds with a wave and goes over to the bed were the Lakotain is lying surrounded by silk, his jeans lying on the floor. The boy whimpers as she strips off her dress, clad now in nothing but underwear and stockings and disappears through the drapes and onto the bed. He can hear the sound of his friends delighted moans and jealousy and want rises in his throat like a viper.

He goes to the bed and pulls the silk drapes aside. She has the Lakotain in her mouth, him lying on his back, a hand in her hair, coaxing her onwards, to take more of him into her mouth. The dark skinned boy groans and suddenly stiffens. The boy has bound him with wave of his hand, wrists tapped securely to the bed posts, torso fixed to the mattress. The girl sits up and smiles and the Lakotain growls, but he cannot break these bonds. The wolf-boy kisses the girl, putting all his lust into it. She strips him of his coat, and he of much of the rest of her clothing, too hot and hungry now to care much. And he finds the explicative demands in the Lakotain’s voice more arousing than anything, loves the sky blue eyes on him as he takes the girl and kisses her, pulls her to him and sinks into her without a word. She groans and clutches him and the Lakotain boy swears softly.

They fall sideways onto the big bed and the Lakotain strains at his bonds, wanting to join them, to feel hot sweat slicked skin on his own, to taste the difference in their kisses. Both turn to him at the same time, still lost inside each other, positioning themselves between his legs. Two agile tongues lap at his hard on, sharing him, two pairs of eyes, one brown, one fantastic green, both smiling identical smiles. The girl groans, pleasure building inside her as the boy with the blue hair pants, his hips thrusting forward while his mouth does something delightful and practiced to the Lakotain’s arousal. With a sharp cry, the girl is shaking, shivering, her finger wound into the boy’s blue hair, pulling it tight, pulling him even further into him as her orgasm takes her. He rides it out, still flicking his tongue against his friend’s straining erection, giving her whatever she wants to bring her pleasure to a higher peak.

Finally they fall apart and she flops onto the bed, exhausted and smiling. The boy looks at his lover with large round questioning eyes. The girl smiles, urges him on with a word and the Lakotain’s profanity ends in a hissed whisper as the boy sinks down onto him, forcing him to sheath himself inside the tight body he knows well. Still held fast by his bonds, the dark skinned boy pushes up into his partner, driving into him as hard as he can, knowing that this is what the other wants. He wishes he could break free, wrap his arms around the boy, kiss him and bring him to orgasm. But he is not being allowed that pleasure. With a wanton groan the boy pushes down against him, holding onto him with one hand, the other hand wrapping around his own hard on, his eyes singing pleasure. The girl touches herself as she watches and sneakily removes the Lakotain’s bonds.

He thrusts in earnest, big hand gripping the boy’s hips tightly, the force enough to leave finger print bruises on the pale skin, panting and groaning as he drives himself up into the boy above him, around him. The little wolf-alpha cries out once, the Lakotain’s name in his voice as he spills over the both of them, tightening unconsciously around his partner. The darker boy thrusts again, twice more, and his orgasm arrives in a stunned silence, flowing out of him as he falls back fully onto the bed.

The boy kisses him, sleepy and tired already, exhausted by their actions. The Lakotain kisses him back, languid like the cat he is, his arm snaking around the boy to hold him close. The girl clicks her fingers and the drapes fall over them, three sated figures swimming in silk. And the young alpha’s heart beats double time in his dream, drumming out his lover’s pulse like a tattoo on his ribs.