THE JOURNEY CONTINUES: FINDING KOBOL

         Roark awoke slowly, very suddenly aware of the two men who had him sandwiched between them.  He lay against Rodolphus' broad, hair-covered chest, feeling Evan snuggled close to his back.  The night just passed coming back to him in a rush.

          Evan's coming to his quarters while Rodolphus had been out on patrol, their son with his grandfather.  He had taken him then, claiming his body with a passion and a pleasure he had only ever felt with Rodolphus.  He had fucked him...made love to him, bringing him to a mind-numbing orgasm twice.

          Then Rodolphus had returned.

          What followed was an experience he was never going to forget.  Rodolphus had bent him over the back of the couch, Evan moving behind Rodolphus,   As Rodolphus came into him, slowly making love to him, Evan began preparing him, pushing his cock deep into Rodolphus.  It had taken them a moment to find their way...their rhythm.  

          "You're thinking too hard, babe," came his sleep roughened voice.  He pressed a kiss to Roark's forehead when his head tilted back to look at him.  "And you are worrying over something that you need not worry about."

          "You sent him to me."

          "Yes, I sent him to you.  I knew what you wanted...what you NEEDED, but you were still fighting yourself, worrying about what my reactions would be over another man having you."

          "Obviously there was nothing to worry about."

          "No,  Evan and I got together and we made our plans for the events of last night."

          The bed shifted and Roark found himself on his back, looking up into sleepy blue eyes.  "I hope you aren't regretting anything," came his sleepy question.

          Roark's hand lifted, fingers slipping into sleep-mussed blond hair.  Holding his gaze, he drew his head down until their lips met, his parting immediately for that questing tongue that sought entrance to explore.

          Moans from the both of them.  Evan rolled, and Roark's legs parted as he settled against him.  His eyes slipped closed, a longer, deeper moan sounding.  Then Rodolphus' voice sounded in his ear.

          "Open your eyes, baby."

          His eyes came open, then went wide as he was slowly filled.  "Oh...GODS," he moaned as he arched.

          "That's it," came in a husky voice, "take him into you...feel him fill you...move in you..." 

          Evan began to thrust with slow, hard pumps of his hips.  "Fuck, Roark Lestrange, you are absolutely stunning," he groaned as he rose to his knees, his hands sliding under his knees, lifting his legs alongside his hips.

          "So hot," he moaned, hips rising and falling, meeting the thrusts in and out of him.  "So hard...EVAN!"   Then, Rodolphus bent to his chest, tongue licking over a nipple, nipping at it, then sucking on it.  "Dolph," he moaned, "oh yes, feels so good."

          "He feels good in you, doesn't he?"

           "Yes," his head pressed back into his pillow, the pleasure of the thrusts in and out of him, of Rodolphus' lips and hands moving over his sensitive body.  "OH...God!  Please," he rasped, the thrusts coming harder now, faster, grinding into him.  "PLEASE!"

          "That's it, beautiful, beg for me."

          Beg he did. It was when Rodolphus bent to take his cock into his mouth that he came apart with a cry, hips arching up tightly into Evan's next thrust, feeling his release fill him even as he filled Rodolphus' mouth.