Prince Charming

A Step in the Right Direction

(Warning: there is some m-rated stuff. I'll give a notice when it's over.)

-Jasper-

I yawned for the fourth time, the night reaching the early hours.

"Okay, guys," Alex laughed, tapping my chin, "Time for bed."

"I'm going to stay up for a little longer," Caspian responded.

Alex shook his head, "Uh uh. We haven't had you in over a year. Don't think you're getting out of it that easily."

Caspian's eyes widened and he blushed faintly, "I'm just going to--" he began.

"Nope," Alex hefted him up bridal-style, headed towards the bedroom.

Caspian made noises in protest, but I couldn't help but giggle as I followed them into the bedroom. Alex gently laid him on the bed, crawling over him and kissing him on the lips. Caspian squeaked in surprise, but it didn't sound like he was enjoying himself.

"Hey, Alex," I murmured softly, "Give him a little space."

Alex moved back, allowing Caspian room. Caspian's breaths were coming a little too fast, and he scrambled away, eyes wide.

Alex's gaze softened, "Hey, are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

Caspian shook his head, "No, I'm sorry. You didn't do anything wrong."

I understood a lot of things in that moment, things that broke my heart. But one of the things that I knew was that we had to take things slow, and we couldn't force this on him.

I crawled across the bed next to him, cradling him in my arms. Once he seemed like he had calmed down a bit, I kissed him gently. He responded slowly, as though unsure of himself.

"If you don't want to go any further, we won't," I murmured, my fingers running through his hair.

"I-I want to," he whispered. His eyes passed to Alex, who was still waiting patiently at the end of the bed. Cas reached for him, and he moved into reach, allowing us to pull him into our embrace.

I very slowly kissed down Caspian's neck while Alex monopolized his mouth. The assassin relaxed, moaning softly in pleasure as my fingers traced his torso, then tenderly down his thigh. Alex paused just long enough to toss his shirt to the side before he turned to me, kissing me on the lips as well. I could feel his muscles straining, especially as he attempted to keep himself from dominating the situation. I was glad for this, as I didn't feel as though it would make things easy on our Caspian. Alex began undressing me, pausing only when Caspian tugged on his waistband. I slipped my fingers beneath the hem of the assassin's shirt, lifting upward with languid, cautious movements. He allowed me to remove his shirt, but I could tell he was self-conscious. He wrapped his skinny arms around himself, averting his gaze.

There were long scratches on his stomach and waist, the scars shining silver in the moonlight. His ribs were so prominent, shadows gathering beneath each one. When my hand passed down his back, I could feel the raised, thick scars from a whip. The scars across his wrists were horrible, but what caught my attention the most was the set of numbers tattooed in dark ink across his bare shoulder.

Alex audibly growled when he saw this, his eyes suddenly aflame.

"Tierre," I whispered, horror washing over me. That was why he hadn't told us where he'd been all this time.

Caspian grew tense, his eyes averted. He stayed silent, but I could tell that he would bolt if we weren't careful.

But despite Alex's anger, he closed his eyes and leaned forwards, very tenderly kissing the spot where the numbers were. I followed his example, kissing his other decorated shoulder. At least this one I knew had existed long before any of this happened. Caspian watched us, as though fearing our rejection. When it didn't come, he calmed down a little.

Our clothing was on the floor a few minutes later, the three of us a writhing mess of naked kissing men. I felt Caspian's lips on my stomach and gasped when his tongue brushed my throbbing erection. Alex used my distraction to his advantage, his tongue snaking between my lips. When Caspian took all of me into his mouth, I moaned, "Wait." He stopped, our eyes meeting. I was panting, my body aching for release. "I want you inside of me." I rolled onto my stomach, exposing my backside. Alex used this opportunity to get closer to Caspian, kissing his back. I felt the assassin's tongue at my entrance. Closing my eyes, I whispered encouragement as he slowly opened me up. He was an expert, pure ecstasy panging through me. When his dick lined up and he pushed into me, it sent fireworks exploding through my body. As our tempo increased, so did my longing for him. I cried out as I reached my limit. A moment later, I felt his heat enter my body as well. I collapsed to the bed, my eyes half-closed.

Alex very gently kissed Caspian, his hands roving through Cas's dark hair. Rolling onto his back, Alex easily picked up our partner's thin body and placed him so that he was straddling his hips. He took it slow, slower than I realized he possibly could. Kissing down Caspian's chest, Alex nibbled on one of Cas's nipples, causing the assassin to squirm and groan. I knew that Alex was concerned about how Caspian would react if Alex tried to top. They both paused, staring into each other's eyes.

"Alex," Caspian whispered, "It's okay. I trust you."

Alex nodded slowly, shifting him back a bit so that he could slip his fingers behind him. The sounds that Caspian made when Alex began the languid strokes of his fingers were like heaven. He kept his eyes open, fixed on Alex as though using his image to anchor himself to that moment. I smiled, knowing our Caspian was strong, even after all that he had been through.

Caspian gently brushed Alex's hand away, getting off of him and laying down on the mattress. I knew that this was difficult for him, but I was proud. Alex took it slow, careful not to restrict Caspian and not losing himself so much that he wouldn't notice if Caspian became uncomfortable. Even so, they both enjoyed themselves thoroughly, and I found it sexy to watch the two of them together. Once the three of us had each had our fill, we collapsed in a pile. I smiled and yawned, content at just being by these two.

"I love you both," Caspian murmured softly into the air.

I wrapped an arm around him, noticing the faint smile also gently across his lips. "We love you too, Cas."

Alex leaned forwards, kissing Caspian full on the lips. "We both do, and it's so good to have you back."

"You can call me Kaiel, if you like," he murmured softly, blushing, "It's the name my mother gave me when I was born."

I smiled, happy that he was finally opening up to us. Things were starting to look up finally.

(M-rated is over if you want to come back, younglings).

The next day, Caspian asked me to help him cut his hair. I gladly complied, shearing off the length he had gained over the last year. I knew he had improved. There was a light to his eyes that I hadn't seen since before. And now, as the three of us learned to live together, I knew we could face anything we wanted to.