Calm Before the Orgy

Avery burst in out of nowhere, on his face was a questioning look, "?" That broke the spell Ariel had cast over Ansel for the meantime. He was able to tear his eyes away from the boy and gain back his common sense.

'Shit! I was so close to giving in!'

"Um, I'll put on some clothes and come down real quick. Get out you two, I'm practically naked here!"

"You didn't notice that until he came in?" Ansel crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

Pouting, Ariel struggled to push them both across the threshold, but they didn't budge. "Yes. CUZ he makes me self-conscious. GET OUT."

Avery's hands went into his pockets and he was about to turn and leave when Ansel pulled him back.

"You hear that Ave? He says doesn't feel comfortable around you."

"That's not what I meant!"

Ansel tched, growling, "Sure sounded like it."

"Well it wasn't."

Ansel feigned sadness, patting the blank-faced Avery with comfort. "Too bad. You've wounded him already."

Ariel chuckled darkly. "I'm gonna wound you if you keep jabbing me,"

"Ohh, scary. As if you could—"

Avery sighed and pulled Ansel out before the banter could escalate any further.

"You two can go to war after we eat." His low, but stern voice said.

Ansel paused in his steps. "You go ahead. I need an ice-cold bath right now."

Avery had already noticed his hard on. 'He's gotten stronger', he noted about Ariel. He said to Ansel, "Even I'm starting to feel it now."

Through his constant meditation and self-discipline all his life, Avery was able to keep his head around Ariel. But even that shield of his was beginning to bend to the force of Ariel's power.

"Tell me Ave, is this good or bad? He can't go to school. Make friends. Maybe get a girlfriend?"

"Right now stepping into a public area would be disastrous for him. And for every human there as well because I'll skewer the bodies of those that dare touch him."

Ansel stared, wide-eyed. "Wow. That's a... Lot of words. New record. Last time it was; Give the book back Ansel. I will skin you alive and marinate your organs."

Avery rolled his eyes, but his pigment-less eyebrows furrowed. "He's turning 18 tomorrow."

"Yup." Ansel couldn't help but feel a little proud. But along with that pride came dread. What were they supposed to do when Ariel goes into heat? The first times, they had given him some suppressors, but those had started being ineffectual when he turned 15. Their only other choice was to restrain him and lock him in his room until the rut faded, but that wasn't a healthy way to deal with it. And it made Ariel sink deep in depression, which they didn't want.

Avery went back to his seat, brooding. Sergio set a mug of black coffee in front of him, and he muttered a thanks before taking a sip. Then he communicated his thoughts to Sergio.

"Well I've got two ideas,"

Avery raised his eyes.

"We could find him a nice cat or something—"

"Hard pass."

Sergio huffed. "You could also just ask him what he wants to do about it. Maybe if he sets his mind on it, he can control it."

That was not a bad idea.

So, according to tradition, the one who lost at rock, paper, scissors had to give Ariel the talk.

Only the three knew the severity of the situation. Since they took Ariel in, he'd never touched himself. If he had, the bursts of pleasure would have made them know. But he hadn't, so imagine the extent of the pent-up desire inside him. If he was ever going to let it out, it had to be tomorrow.

So, having lost, Sergio sat him down that evening with Avery and Ansel flanking him. Ariel listened to everything they had to say, and he was quite sure that his brothers were drunk.

But then midnight came.

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