Piece Us Together (Monstrous Survivors #3)

Epilogue

Hunter

It’s just Maison and I in bed when I wake up. He’s half-asleep, one arm tossed over his head to rest on the pillow above, his chin turned so he’s looking at me when I open my eyes. We just look at each other for a few seconds, both too sleepy to care about the strangeness of it. He looks away first, a blush crawling along his cheeks. “Morning.”

I fight a smirk. “Good morning.”

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.” I shift easily across the mattress until I’m hovering above him, my hands planted by his shoulders. He releases a shaky breath. His eyes are looking everywhere but at me. They fall closed when I drag my cock against his. We’re both hard and leaking. “Where do you think our boy is?”

He smiles, peeking at me through his lashes. “Making breakfast.”

“Definitely,” I agree. “Should we go find him?”

“I mean…” He adjusts himself beneath me. It’s really just an opportunity to grind our cocks together though. We’re both fully aware of that. “We could wait for him to find us. Give him something fun to find.”

We could, actually. Just a few nights ago the three of us had agreed that all dynamics were on the table. They can mess around - but no orgasms unless I’ve given them permission - and I can mess around with each of them on my own. I haven’t taken advantage of it yet, though I did thoroughly enjoy when they called me while I was out shopping and I got to make them both beg and whine so pretty on speaker while roaming the very back aisles of the home goods store. I’d let them both finish, in the end. I can’t wait for the day I don’t. For the day I make them wait until I get home. They’ll be so fucking desperate. So needy for me.

“Whatever you’re thinking about, I’m on board,” Maison says with a laugh.

I can’t help but tell him the truth then, keeping a straight face as I do. “Good to know. I was thinking about denying you both. About how needy and desperate the two of you would get.”

His jaw literally drops. Then, even better, his bottom lip curls out into a fucking pout. “That’d be really mean on Christmas.”

“That’s true.”

“And it’s the week of selfish Maison…”

“Oh-ho, you’re going to change your tune on that now that it’s convenient, are you?”

He flashes me a grin that I just know has gotten him out of all sorts of trouble in his life. My mischievous little kitten.

“Oh! Hey, now!” I pull back and look over my shoulder, raising an eyebrow at the man standing in the doorway with a breakfast tray and a deep frown. “Um. Rude. No one invited me.”

Maison shrugs. “You were busy making whatever that is.”

“Whatever this is?” I swear, he looks a second away from stomping his foot. God, I love that. I love this newer side of him that’s been peeking out more and more. This little bratty side that only applies to Maison but sometimes spills out onto me until I point it out, sending him into a flustered, subby little mess full of apologies. He seems to be realizing he’s getting close to that point on his own because he glances at me before lowering his gaze to the tray and shuffling his feet nervously. “I made breakfast, if you guys want it.”

I roll my eyes fondly. “We would never say no to breakfast from you. Come join us. Maybe we can share Maison for dessert.”

Oh yeah. That gets him perking right up. “Yes, sir!”

The day goes by in an almost dream-like blur. The crème br?lée French toast and orgasms were just the start. There were a few sentimental presents and a whole lot of unnecessary ones - Nolan really did shop and shop and then shop some more, but seeing his joy whenever we thanked him was well worth the papercut I got unwrapping so many gifts. The best was when I gave him his final present, though. A giftcard to the home goods store.

“I figured you could go buy a really nice kitchen set. Maybe one for here,” I told him. He’d been thrilled and thankful. Then I said, “Then I thought maybe you could move in so you could use it whenever you want.”

Maison had choked on his coffee.

I’d tossed him his last present then, too. His dog tags. I’d stolen them while he was sleeping. He hadn’t even noticed. He frowned at them for a moment, seeming to be torn between confusion and unease, the latter likely from me being able to steal them in the first place. Then he noticed the house key between the two slabs of metal.

His eyes had darted to Nolan, then to me. “Are you sure?”

I would have laughed if I didn’t know just how serious he was. “I’ve never been more sure.”

“We’re so new,” Nolan whispered. “We’ve barely started.”

“I know.” I had grinned at the two of them. “Isn’t that amazing? We’ve got so much time left. I want to spend as much of it as I can with the two of you.”

They looked at each other again before shrugging almost at the exact same time. It was Maison who said, “I guess we’re moving in then.”

There had been a lot of kissing after that. A lot.

Then it was time for the Hawkeye series, which Nolan made sure to time perfectly in our ongoing marathon since it’s the perfect Marvel watch for Christmas. We watched the first three episodes before it was time for me to shower, dress, and head out to my sister’s. Maison had been self-conscious again about them not coming anymore. I’d kissed him quiet, then given Nolan the order to do whatever it took to keep him happy and distracted.

My mom interrogated me endlessly about them. My sister demanded pictures - which of course I only had one of, a picture Carter had taken of us the night before and texted to me after. None of us had been looking at the camera when it was taken. I looked unbearably in love, but they thankfully looked about the same. My sister still had to point it out though. Then the picture was passed around. Then my dad squeezed my shoulder and told me he was glad I’d found happiness before making a dad joke about stopping at two so I leave some men out there for the rest of the world. My two nieces hadn’t cared in the slightest, they just wanted their presents and for me to sneak them treats before dinner. My brother-in-law at least had some sympathy and got me some relief by making a small problem in the kitchen into something dire that needed my mom, sister, and dad to solve.

It was good to see them.

It was even better to come home to my boys.

My boys who, within a minute or so, I notice are up to something. Nolan can’t stop looking at Maison while Maison can’t seem to get himself to look at me even once.

I walk toward them as I unwind the scarf from my neck, not caring that my socks get wet from the snow my boots tracked in. I eye them both before focusing in on Maison. He’s absolutely the one up to no good.

“Did the two of you break a rule while I was gone?” I ask without taking my eyes off Maison.

“No, sir!” Nolan says quickly. “We were good!”

“Maison?” I ask.

“It’s just. So. Like.” He runs a hand through his hair. Then he rubs the back of his neck. Then his forehead. “So, I have one more thing. I couldn’t give it to you earlier, not before you had to leave. It’s a - a gift, I guess? I don’t know. It’s stupid to call it a gift, really. I mean, that’s pretty full of myself, to consider it a gift. It’s not really gift, okay? It’s like - it’s just a thing. A thing you’ll enjoy. Or I hope you’ll enjoy? It’s not a gift. I mean - it’s not like I’m going to tie a fucking bow around my - yeah, no, um - it’s more of like an action, really? And we don’t even have to - I mean, you don’t have to accept it, really, if you don’t want-”

I step forward and wrap my fingers around his throat. His blue eyes dart to mine, wide with fear. “Just say it, kitten.”

He blurts, “I want to bottom for you!”

Oh.

Oh fucking hell.

I grin at him, my chest buzzing with something electric. “Is that so?”

His face goes bright red, but I don’t let him look away from me. He shivers at the forced eye contact. “Yeah. Yes.”

“That just might be the best gift you could give me, sweetheart. If you’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” he breathes. “I trust you.”

And I was wrong before, because that , that trust - that’s the best gift he could give me.

“But it can’t hurt!” he adds before I can respond. He swallows hard, his throat moving beneath my palm. “It has to - please don’t let it hurt, okay?”

“Okay, kitten. I’ll be nice and sweet. I promise.” I use my grip to bring him in for a quick kiss that’s just a little bit dirty. “Can I use my tongue on you?”

“Oh god.” He whimpers. “Yeah.”

“My fingers?”

He closes his eyes, releasing a shaky breath. “Yeah.”

“My cock?”

“Fuck.” His knees weaken. I have to wrap my arm around his waist to keep him up, his eyes fluttering open as I steady him. He looks wrecked already and we haven’t even fucking started. “Yeah. Want you to fuck me. Please.”

“Can I fill you up, too? Stuff you with my cum?”

He groans, nodding rapidly. “Yes. Fuck yes. Please.”

“Then this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to go up to our room, to the bathroom, and get yourself ready. Take as long as you need. Nolan will be joining you in a moment.”

The moment I let go of his throat, he’s darting off. Nolan and I stand and watch him until he’s out of sight, about halfway up the stairs. I turn and put a finger to my lips, buying us a few more seconds while he makes it the rest of the way up and down the hall to the room. Then I close the distance between us, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck. “This is very important, okay? So you need to be good and communicate with me. No lying or keeping things to yourself. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you okay with him bottoming?”

He nods. “Yes, sir.”

“Are you okay with tonight being about him? I mean almost entirely, Nolan. You can get off if you’d like, and I’ll give you chances to kiss him and touch him a little, but my focus is going to be solely on him. I can’t risk stretching my attention to the both of you. Not with this. Not when our stubborn boy needs to be watched like a damn hawk because I’m not entirely sure he’ll speak up when things go South.”

“He will,” Nolan says. “I made him promise. But I don’t want it about me anyway. You’re right, this is his night. I want the focus to be on him.”

I sigh, pressing my forehead to his. “You’re perfect, you know that? The both of you. So fucking perfect.”

“You are too, sir.” He laughs, but it’s thin and shaky. “You have no idea. I - I dreamt of you. Of someone just like you. Then I fell in love with him and I thought I’d have to choose, but I don’t.” He presses his forehead harder against mine. “Because of you, because of both of you, I don’t have to choose. I get to just be happy now.”

“You do.” I kiss him. Slow. Soft. A reassurance more than anything else. “Now go join our boy in the bathroom. Make sure he’s doing okay. Help him if he needs to. I have a few things to grab and I’ll meet you there.”

He steps back before hopping on his toes like an excited child. “Yes, sir!”

I let him run off as I head to the guest room that’s more like our kinky storage room at this point. I collect the massage oil and the warmer, as well as a blanket I won’t care about getting ruined. I make a stop for two Christmas cookies and a cold electrolyte drink too, having a feeling Maison is going to need a little extra aftercare tonight. Sometimes the mini-chocolates and room temperature juice just don’t do the trick.

I have everything set up by the time the bathroom door. They appear in a cloud of steam, Nolan naked and toweled off with damp hair fluffed across his forehead, Maison with a towel around his waist and water still dripping down his chest. My poor kitten is clinging to the knot of his towel white-knuckle tight. His eyes are wide. Scared. It’s like a kick to the stomach.

“Hey now.” I walk slowly as I approach him, almost like he’s a stray kitten I might scare away instead of the sweet, trusting kitten I’ve managed to domesticate. It doesn’t hurt my feelings that we’ve switched into that dynamic. I understand it. If anything, it just makes me impossibly sad, but I shove that far, far down. I leave a gap between us, still close enough to feel the heat coming off his body. “Can I dry you off, sweetheart?”

He swallows hard, his lips parting. He doesn’t speak, though. Just nods slowly.

I telegraph my movements as I reach for the towel. He holds perfectly still, forcing me to pry his fingers off the knot before I can unravel it. He exhales when the fabric falls away.

“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur as my eyes scan every curve and scar and tattoo. I bring the towel up to his shoulder and start dragging the material across his water-speckled skin. He relaxes with every pass, his cock starting to fill by the time I’ve made it to his waist. I give it a gentle tug with my cloth-covered hand before ignoring it to start working on his legs. He shifts restlessly, his cock now hard and just inches from my face. I continue ignoring it.

“Hunter,” he whispers when I take a particularly long time drying his ankles.

I move onto his feet, making this quicker since he’s ticklish. I’m still planning on using that against him at some point but tonight is absolutely not the time.

“Do you need something?” I ask as I work the towel back up, taking just as long.

He shifts his weight again. “I’m - uh - I’m dry now.”

I do a quick gut-check, deciding to take a different route than I usually would with him. He shouldn’t have to beg tonight. I shouldn’t drag this out.

“You’re right.” I stand, tossing the towel to the side. My hand curls around his cock. He exhales hard, swaying toward me. I steady him with my other hand on his hip. I look right into his eyes where his arousal is quickly chasing away his unease. “I’m going to take you apart and piece you back together. You’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

He shivers. “Yeah. Yes. I am.”

“What are your words?”

“Red, yellow, green.”

I make note that he started with red when he usually starts with green. Subconscious, no doubt, but that doesn’t mean it’s not important.

“Come here.” I guide him toward the bed, making a hushed soothing sound when he hesitates before letting me press him onto his stomach. I catch Nolan’s gaze and gesture for him to join. “With your hip against his shoulder, darling. Go ahead and play with his hair.”

Nolan settles with his back against the pillows pushed against the headboard, his hand finding Maison’s hair. Maison turns into the touch immediately, pressing his nose to Nolan’s hip.

“Just relax, sweetheart.” I take the container of oil from the nightstand and approach the bed, not getting on yet. Not until I explain, “I’ll tell you before I touch your hole. This is just everywhere else for now, okay?”

He visibly relaxes into the mattress, but his hands stay fisted in the pillowcase closest to him. “Okay.”

I climb between his legs, dipping a fingertip into the bowl to test the temperature before drizzling some over his back. He gasps and jerks in surprise, looking over his shoulder at me. He laughs softly when he sees what I’m doing. “Sorry. Didn’t expect that.”

I smirk. “I know.”

“Fucking smirk,” he mutters to himself as he hides his face against Nolan again.

Instead of teasing him for the comment, I go easy on him. He’s nervous. He can be a little grumbly if he’d like.

With every minute that passes after that, he melts further and further into the mattress. He lets go of a few moans and soft sighs as we go but otherwise is quiet and calm. I wait until I get that feeling I usually get with a sub, that instinctual tug that tells me they’re floating. Then I softly say, “Let’s turn over now, sweetheart,” and practically manhandle him onto his back myself.

I want him to be able to see my face, see who’s touching him, when I take this next step.

He watches me, eyes heavy-lidded, breathing calm. I massage the remaining oil on my hands into his thighs and meet his gaze. “I’m going to start opening you up now. Nice and slow. If it starts to hurt even a little bit, I want you to snap your fingers for me, okay?”

“Yeah,” he whispers, nodding slowly. His hands curl into fists at his sides. “Okay.”

“All you have to do is tilt your head toward Nolan and he’ll give you kisses. Otherwise, he’s just going to keep playing with your hair. Maybe talk you through it or give you some kisses that aren’t on your mouth.” They both nod, Nolan understanding the disguised order. “You ready?”

Maison sucks in a breath before trapping his bottom lip between his teeth and nodding.

I gently part his legs and guide them back, keeping my hands firm on the backs of his thighs. I draw soothing circles with my thumbs as I lower my mouth to between his cheeks. He whimpers at the first drag of my tongue over his hole. His thigh muscles twitch beneath my hands, his fists loosening just long enough to grab at the blanket beneath him before they’re squeezing tight again.

I keep everything gentle. Warm. Slick and soothing. I don’t nip at him or press bruises into his skin. I just lick and curl and carefully press my tongue across him and into him and around him. I wait until his cock is hard again, heavy against his stomach as Nolan kisses him slow and sweet.

Then I start with the first finger, absolutely dripping with the slickest stuff I own. He tenses for just a second, gasping into Nolan’s mouth, but then I murmur, “You’re with us. Hunter and Nolan. You’re safe,” and he exhales and melts back into the mattress. His hole practically sucks my finger in.

I’m not sure I’ve ever taken so long preparing anyone. Maybe for fisting - maybe. That’s how warmed up and loose I make him, waiting until he’s a trembling, whimpering mess on four of my fingers. He’s not kissing our boyfriend anymore, his eyes locked on me now, whispered words falling from his lips like, “Please,” and, “Ready,” and, “Worried I’d never-” and, “Hunter, Hunter, Hunter .”

By the time I’m pressing my cock into him, he’s a goddamn puddle. I think he tries to panic, tries to tense up. He flutters around me, thighs trembling where they’re wrapped around my hips, his hands scraping at my sides, but I wrap a hand around the back of his neck and pull him into an almost kiss and whisper, “I’ve got you, Maison,” and his hole flutters once more before going lax. It’s hard to even say it’s a pressing of my cock. It’s easier than that. It’s like a piece gliding into place, slotting perfectly. It’s like he was made for me. It’s the same feeling I got the very first time Nolan kneeled at my feet.

He sobs just as I bottom out. It’s harsh, wrecked, a thing that moves through his whole body in a horrible shudder. Then he does it again. And again.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

“It’s good,” he cries, his body still heaving. “No, no, good, please. Don’t - don’t stop. Don’t stop, it’s good. It’s so good. Oh god. Green. Good. Green.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” I roll my hips, not pulling my cock out more than halfway since he’s panicking about me leaving. “I’m right here. I’m right here, Maison.”

He wraps his arms around me, clinging, desperate. He presses his face into my throat and cries and cries as I keep up my movements.

It’s not long before the cries of relief turn into cries of pleasure. Until he’s not clinging because he’s emotional but he’s clinging because he wants more, wants harder, wants, wants, wants.

“Please, fuck. Fuck, Hunter. Please. I - I - oh fuck .”

“That’s it.” I pull back, rising on my knees and tilting his hips until I get even better sounds from him. I grin down at him. He’s flushed and sweaty, blue eyes glazed, lips wet from all the kisses Nolan has given him. I quicken my pace as I wrap a hand around his cock. He moans, long and low, his body shuddering with the overwhelming pleasure, his hole clenching around me. “You’re going to come, aren’t you, kitten? Such a good boy, about to come on my cock. So fucking good for me.”

He sobs, his back arching, his cock pulsing. As the first spurt of cum splashes onto my fingers, he breathes, “Oh, sir,” and just… dissolves . I’m not even sure he registers the rest of his orgasm. He’s not with us anymore. Even if I couldn’t sense that because of my instincts, I can see it in his eyes, in the pliant sprawl of his body.

I press in deep, something almost animalistic coming over me as Nolan starts to lick at my fingers and Maison’s cock to clean up the mess Maison made. My hips stutter as my orgasm is ripped from me. I don’t even feel it in my cock, it’s in my chest, in my fingertips.

My cum is filling him up, but it feels like I’m pouring my whole self into him. It’s visceral. Transcendent. Metaphysical.

It’s gold, filling every crack and break, binding his pieces together, binding the three of us together.

Something beautiful, Maison had said when Travis gave Nolan that plate. I guide Nolan’s cum-covered lips to mine and close my eyes. Something beautiful indeed.