|Maella Abbey (maella_abbey) wrote,|
@ 2008-02-12 10:56:00
|Current music:||Robbie Williams - Angels|
|Entry tags:||2008:february, character:angelo, character:eight, character:jessica, community:fictunes, dragon quest viii, length:1000-5000 words, pairing:eight/jessica/angelo|
[Fic] The Rhythm of Your Breathing, Eight/Jessica/Angelo
Title: The Rhythm of Your Breathing
Fandom: Dragon Quest VIII
Rating: Not Worksafe
Warnings: m/f/m sex
Word Count: 1012
Written For: fictunes Valentine Challenge 08 (Music: Trembling Blue Stars - "The Rhythm of Your Breathing")
Summary: Life really shouldn't have been easier while they were chasing down an ancient evil bent on plunging their world into darkness.
Most of the time, Eight appreciated the promotion King Trode had granted him after the curse on Castle Trodain was broken. True, it meant far more responsibility than he'd had as a simple junior guard - not that he was any stranger to responsibility, after the months they'd spent chasing down first Dhoulmagus, then Rhapthorne - and as often as not, he was so weary by the time he could stagger back to his suite of rooms that he'd just as soon have bedded down in the barracks.
Most of the time, what was waiting in those rooms made the seemingly-endless trip up from the guard quarters more than worth it.
Tonight was not going to be one of those nights.
He sighed at the sight that greeted him when he entered the bedroom, Angelo and Jessica as close to the edges of the large bed as they could get, their backs to one another. It shouldn't surprise him, he knew; Jessica and Angelo had always relied on him as a buffer, blunting the sharp edges of their tempers. Easy enough to do when his only responsibilities had been to keep everyone alive and moving, next to impossible now that the majority of each day was spent away from them.
Life really shouldn't have been easier while they were chasing down an ancient evil bent on plunging their world into darkness.
Eight studied them in the dim light while he shed his clothing. Neither was asleep, he decided, or they would have gravitated toward the center of the bed no matter how angry they'd been when they gave up fighting for the night. He ran a hand over his face. He didn't have the energy to referee them talking; thank the Goddess there were easier ways to smooth things between them.
He climbed onto the center of the bed and squirmed under the light blankets; for a moment, the softness and warmth conspired to make him contemplate going to sleep and letting the others work things out on their own. Then Jessica wriggled backward, coming to rest against him, and he could feel the curve of her bare backside where her nightgown had ridden up above her hips.
Rolling toward her, he slid his hand under the blankets and stroked her hip, pushing the filmy fabric up higher. Jessica sighed and relaxed a little, tipping her head so he could kiss the side of her neck, moaning in the back of her throat when his hand reached one full breast and pinched the nipple.
The bed shifted, and a moment later Angelo was against his back, forehead pressed against his shoulder, and Eight reassessed his opinion of their argument; it had ended in hurt feelings, rather than anger. He released Jessica's breast long enough to reach back to touch Angelo, as well.
They lay still, Eight listening to them breathe, but he was tired, not dead, and being sandwiched between them was having an effect. Jessica had noticed; she pushed back, rubbed against him, her movement pressing him into Angelo, whose erection was already nudging at his hip.
Eight leaned up, kissed Jessica's neck, her shoulder, until she rolled toward him to grant better access, then deftly caught her in his arms and rolled onto his back, bringing her on top of him. She looked startled, then her eyes slid sideways to Angelo; even in the dim light, Eight could see her flush, her expression harden.
She pulled her nightgown over her head, shimmying and stretching far more than was necessary for such a simple task. Eight couldn't tell if the performance was for his benefit, or Angelo's, and wondered just what the two of them had fought over this time. He ought to ask her...sometime when she wasnt wet and hot and straddling his body.
He gasped when she surrounded him, groaned when Angelo moved behind her and slid a long, slender finger into her ass. There was a moment when he expected her to protest, but Angelo kissed her neck and whispered something, and she nodded, just slightly, her breath hitching and shuddering as Angelo prepared her.
Eight held himself still, listening to her breathless little cries, half afraid the sensation of Angelo's fingers inside her, stretching her, would make him come before theyd properly started...then Angelo was in her, and it was his cock pressed hard and hot against Eight's, separated by only the thinest of barriers.
Angelo began to move, Jessica thrusting back against him, and Eight was content to match their pace, his hands caressing Jessica's legs, her hips, her stomach, his eyes taking in Angelo's hands as they kneaded and pinched her breasts, their flushed, sweat-slick faces.
The sounds Jessica was making grew louder, interspersed with things that might have been words; she went rigid for just a moment, then she was shuddering, hips making sharp jerking motions. She clenched around him, and Goddess, he was close; he pushed up hard against her, and as her body relaxed he felt Angelo's hips snap forward with equal desperation, felt Angelo's cock pulsing against his, and that was all it took to push him over the edge.
They collapsed into a sweaty tangle, Jessica in the middle. At first, Jessica didnt seem to notice the rearrangement; when she did, she tensed for a moment, then reached uncertainly for Angelo's hand.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"As am I." He pulled her into an embrace, her back against his chest, and she turned her head to kiss him.
"You two are impossible," Eight said fondly. He ran his palm down Jessica's arm, to where her hand rested atop Angelo's. "You could have done that before I got here."
"Yes, well," Angelo smiled slyly at him over Jessica's shoulder, "you do tend to give us incentive, you know."
Eight shook his head and snuggled closer, draping his arm over them both. They were impossible, but they were his, and he wouldnt want to be anywhere else.
When morning came, he kissed them both and left them sleeping in each other's arms.