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Pandreas' cheek was soft, smooth against his. "Brash. Our brother has need of us."
He started and turned, finding Brash in the doorway. How did Pandreas do that? He
stepped away from Pandreas and bowed to Brash. "Thank you for coming, brother."
Brash nodded. "This concerns us all."
Pandreas smiled, hands held out to both of them. "This will need us, strong and settled."
Sint took one of Pandreas' hands and reached for Brash, wondering if the curate of the
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Onyx Shard would accept it. When he had become the curate of the Gold Shard, he
inherited the old curate's novitiate Ton al. They had been mis-suited, and he had made
many mistakes. In the end, Ton al had found his heart, his lover in Brash, and Brash in
him. It had left bad blood between him and Brash, though. He thought perhaps Brash
came as close to hating him for it that any of them could.
Brash's hand clasped Pandreas' first, and then his, the hold strong, sure. "All of us.
Together. In Love."
"Yes. The past is the past and we are stronger for it, all of us." Pandreas kissed him
gently, then kissed Brash. "Now we must turn our focus to Hokonnen."
"I will wake him," Sint offered, "and explain that we are going to love him together, form
a bond between the four of us." Between all four of them, they had ties to the entire
temple. It would allow them all to stand together, to draw on each other as needed.
Sint squeezed their hands and went to the daybed, sitting next to his novitiate, watching
the beloved face as Hokonnen rested. So peaceful. It seemed a shame to wake him, but he
knew that he did so to protect that peace. Bending, he placed a kiss on Hokonnen's lips.
His beloved one woke easily, one hand reaching to slide around his head. He pressed into
the kiss, tongue sliding between Hokonnen's lips. He could become lost in his novitiate's
kisses, Hokonnen such an addiction. His novitiate opened, love pouring between them.
His fingers slid over Hokonnen's cheeks, tracing the shape of them, the strong jaw.
Suddenly Brash was touching him. Brash's hand slid over his back, worked to draw his
robe up. Hokonnen went still, eyes wide, searching his, the kiss never ending. He poured
his love into the kiss, eyes holding Hokonnen's until the kiss had to break so the robe
could be brought up over his head. Hokonnen's trust, even in the face of this, warmed him
through.
"Brash and Pandreas will join us in our prayers to the gods today, my own. We will forge
a bond of love and strength between us."
"You. I am yours." Hokonnen reached for him, fingers trembling a bit.
"You are mine, Hokonnen, and I am loathe to share you. But that is the way of the
temple. Brash and Pandreas will add their joy and love to ours." He stroked Hokonnen's
cheek once more. "I love you. That has not changed. Trust in me and in them and
discover how much you are loved by everyone."
Pandreas' lips brushed Hokonnen s ear, his jaw. "Will you accept us, Hokonnen? We
wish nothing but your joy."
"As my Master wishes."
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"You honor me with your trust, Hokonnen." Sint brought their lips together, feeling
Brash and Pandreas' hands on him.
He took a hand from each of them, and placed them on his novitiate. Hokonnen stiffened,
pushing closer to him, a soft, worried cry pushing into his lips.
"You know us both, Hokonnen. We have held you in our arms, welcomed you." Pandreas
moved about, white robes sliding over Hokonnen's skin.
"We share our bodies and our love and our souls all together, Hokonnen, but you will still
belong to me. I am not letting you go to another curate, I swear this to you," Sint
promised. His poor novitiate had been like a piece of flotsam tossed about here and there;
Hokonnen needed to know his home in the Gold Shard was not in jeopardy. That his
home in Sint s own heart was solid and eternal. "Your own, heart and soul, body and
mind." He nodded at the words.
Hokonnen found a smile for him.
"Then join with us," Sint urged. "We are not doing this to you, we are all four of us
making love together. Honoring the gods."
"I offer you my love, Hook." Brash's words boomed, the man so present in everything he
did.
Hokonnen shook his head, met Brash's eyes with pride, strength. "Hook died long ago,
Curate. I am Hokonnen."
"Then I should like to make love to Hokonnen." Leaning in, Brash brought their mouths
together, but didn't move, waiting instead for Hokonnen to make the next move.
Hokonnen met his eyes and, at his nod, pushed into Brash's kiss.
A wave went through Sint, a need to push Brash away and take Hokonnen's mouth
himself. He looked over to Pandreas, finding peace and love there, and he nodded, letting
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