Chapter 10: An Issue

Abel wasn't sick. He didn't have a fever any longer and he wanted out of this bed! "If you don't get off be in the next ten seconds I'm going to throw you off." Massimo grumbled sleepily, rubbing his cheek against Abel's bare chest before settling back down. Abel huffed, trying futilely to get Massimo off him, and glared at the prince. "IGNACIO!!!!!! Get him off me!" Ignacio walked into the room in only a towel and grinned at the sight of his two hearts.

"What are you doing in only a towel? I have a little sister you know," complained Abel, still trying to push Massimo off him.

"Everything is covered," assured Ignacio, walking into the room and shutting the door behind him, "Angel is in school right now anyway."

"Just don't make a habit of it," warned Abel, narrowing his blue eyes at Ignacio.

"You know. He's already awake. He's just being difficult. Come on Massimo, you've tormented him enough," voiced Ignacio, allowing his towel to drop as he headed to the bed. Abel could help, but look at Ignacio's coral red skin. He was slender, but defined in all the right areas and he was hung.

"You find our heart attractive?" murmured Massimo, sliding his fingers over Abel's boxer-covered morning wood. Abel slapped his away and turned his eyes away from Ignacio. "Knock it off. What's gottin' into you."

"Oh. Didn't we tell you? We're particularly--frisky in the morning," teased Ignacio, straddling Abel's hips, "we didn't wish to exclude you from the morning's activities."

"I rather you would," voiced Abel, pushing Ignacio off his chest, "I expected this from Massimo, but you're the one who ends up starting it."

"What happened to being a hormone-filled male?" inquired Massimo, sucking on Abel's neck. Abel groaned and forced himself to push Massimo's talented mouth away. "What would be the fun in that? I still don't even know if I like you that much. Why would I give it up to you?"

"Because you want it," purred Ignacio, nibbling on Abel's eyes, "ylikrts don't have many taboos. Any fantasy you've ever had we would be more than happy to perform." Abel shivered, thinking for a moment of all the nasty and dirty things he could possibly get the ylikrts to do. "Can I fuck you?" Ignacio chuckled and whispered into his ear, "is there anything stopping you?" Abel raised an eyebrow, having assumed that being the soul he'd be the only one getting fucked. "What about Massimo?"

"I wouldn't be adverse to occasionally switching from my position above you," replied Massimo, silver eyes darkening with desire. Abel was slowly figuring out that this truly might not be so bad as he'd first thought and considered what to do.

"Come on my heart," purred Ignacio, settling himself back on Abel's lap, "let us find our pleasure together." Abel was very temped. He'd messed around briefly with Ignacio yesterday and nothing really seemed to have changed except now that the ylikrts seemed to really want fuck now. Maybe this had something to do with the irrestible thing Ignacio had talked about yesterday. Well, that was sort of an ego booster. "Okay." Ignacio grinned at Abel, pulling him into a deep kiss before crawling off Abel's lap. Massimo replaced him not a second later and attached his lips to one Abel's nipples and gave a powerful suck. Abel groaned, threading his fingers through Massimo's black hair. Abel felt Massimo moving and began to pant as Massimo began to slowly rubbing a hand up and down his boxer-covered erection.

"Why don't we get rid of these?" questioned Massimo, slipping Abel's boxers down his hips. Abel murmured apperciatively and wrapped his arms around Massimo's neck and pulling him down for a passionate kiss. Abel pulled away for breath and turned to see Ignacio watching them closely. "What about you?"

"He can get off with just watching," answered Massimo with a chuckle, "watching two patners have sex is like a forbidden desire to him." Abel seemed skeptical and turned to Ignacio who nodded with a faint blush. Abel smirked and turned back to Massimo, licking and sucking on his neck as Massimo sucked on his earlobe. Massimo gave a deep groan and moved to take Abel's erection in mouth. Abel gave a surprised moan and gave a small buck of his hips. With every lick of Massimo's tongue Abel tightened his grip on Massimo's hair and was soon gently guiding Massimo's pace.

"I'm so close," groaned Abel, giving another buck of his hips. Massimo gently untangled Abel's fingers from his hair and asked, "where the lubricant, my soul?"

"The dresser," answered Abel, pointing to the dresser at the other side of the room. Ignacio quickly got off the bed and looked at Abel.

"Bottom drawer," replied Abel to Ignacio's unspoken question. In a flash Ignacio had found the lube and tossed it to Massimo before headed back into bed.

"Finally," murmured Massimo, nipping at Abel's shoulders, "it will be an honor to take you."

"I don't care about honor," panted Abel, squirming and spreading his legs, "just fuck me."

"Not yet Abel," voiced Massimo, slipping a lube-covered finger into Abel, "this may not be your womb, but I'm still too big for you to take without preparation even the traditional human way." Abel groaned in frustation, riding Massimo's finger, and cursing that it wasn't enough.

"Easy," soothed Massimo, hooking Abel's legs over his shoulders, "it'll feel so much better if you're patient."

"Fuck being patient," growled Abel, throwing his head back and moaning as Massimo slipped another finger inside him, "I've had sex before."

"Not with a ylikrt and not with certain parts smaller than they use to be," pointed Ignacio, a slender hand jerking himself off as he watched the two.

"I don't care," argued Abel, quickly thrusting himself on Massimo's fingers, "PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"If that is what you want," whispered Massimo, pulling out his fingers and gently entering Abel. Abel having finally gotten part of want he wanted took the opportunity to thrust himself the rest of the way onto Massimo's shaft and screamed. Massimo cursed and went to pull out, but that just brought another scream from Abel's lips.

"Ssssshhhhhhh," soothed Ignacio, running gentle fingers through Abel's blonde hair while Massimo stared down at Abel in horror, "there's a reason Massimo wanted you to wait."

"No fucking shit," hissed Abel, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes, "you don't have to rub it in."

"You'll get use to it and then I'll pull out," murmured Massimo, silver eyes staring at him full of concern, leaning down to kiss the tears off Abel's cheeks.

"You won't," argued Abel, gripping Massimo's bisceps, "I'm getting some fucking pleasure and I'm going to fuckin come. I'm going to have to get use to it some time or later anyway. Now I know not to push it. Fuck! It hurts."

"I know it's hard, but the best thing you can do now is to focus on relaxing. That should help," suggested Ignacio, continuing to play with Abel's hair.

"Easier said than done," muttered Abel, hissing as he tried to move into a more comfortable position.

It took a couple more minutes for Abel to take a deep breath and ask for Massimo to continue.

"I'll be gentle and we'll go slow," assured Massimo, slowly giving a tiny thrust, watching Abel's face for any hint of a negative reaction. Abel seemed okay with the movement and Massimo began to cautiously thrust a bit more. Abel gave a groan of pleasure and murmured, "right there. Keep hitting right there." Massimo nodded, relieved that Abel seemed to be getting a little more pleasure out of this experience.

"I have an idea my heart," murmured Ignacio, grapping his arms around Massimo as he continued to thrust into Abel.

"Oh?" questioned Massimo, raising an eyebrow and looking intrigued. Ignacio nodded happily and whispered. "Take the sytor out and finger him in time with your thrusts."

"You're a genious my dear heart," murmured Massimo, doing as Ignacio suggested and taking the sytor out of Abel's newly forming canal and gently thrusting a finger inside. Abel moaned so loudly in was almost a scream and gave a quick thrust of his hips.

"God. That feels so fuckin good," purred Abel, pulling Massimo down for a kiss as he came. Massimo murmured unintelligable words of praise into Abel's eye and with a couple more thrust came himself.

"And it was by far one of the best things to watch," complimented Ignacio, lazily watching Massimo and Abel. Massimo gently pulled out of Abel, wincing at the site of blood and come before turning his attention to Igancio. "You're dirty. Let me clean you up." Massimo then procceeded to lap of the come from Ignacio's stomach. If this were any other situation Abel would have been turned on, but after the shock of what his body just went through he just couldn't find the energy to get it up again.

"Enough," voiced Ignacio, pushing Massimo's face away, "we all need to shower and then sit down to talk a little bit about what we want in the future. I was planning on doing that after my shower, but I somehow got distracted."

"It was a good distraction though," purred Massimo, looking pleased as he lapped the come off Abel's stomach.

"The best one I've ever had--or at least most of it was," agreed Ignacio, crawling off the bed, "but we still have things we need to discuss today and we need to make sure that Abel isn't hurt too badly. You obviously tore him, but we don't know how bad it is. There isn't much blood so it shouldn't be too bad."

"I'll be fine," assured Abel, wincing as he got off the bed and stood, "very sore, but nothing that I can't handle." Massimo looked guilty, but nodded and they all headed to the shower.

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Random sex, but Abel always came off as a whee bit of a whore in my mind. Sorry about crappy sex scene. I haven't written smut in forever and need pratice