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It was supposed to have been a relaxing evening, the first one in far too long. Dinner and dancing, Archie’s idea, his way to get Daniel’s mind off the knotty problems of work, and what he’d been made to do.
Had he really been made to do it? This was perhaps the twentieth time he’d wondered this, even as he followed Archie across the dance floor. He ought to be pleased to be in this space where he could luxuriate in the atmosphere and be himself with Archie, but his mind kept darting back over the Secretan situation. He’d left him on one of those missions he was uniquely suited to. Perhaps it was cheap of him, too much like Sir Maurice’s scornful comments about finding it useful to have a queer on hand. But Secretan was so good at it, so willing. Perhaps that was simply Daniel’s lot, to facilitate what needed to be done and to bear the guilt of it.
“You’re thinking.” Archie touched his gloved forefinger to Daniel’s brow. “Dance with me.”
“I am dancing with you, my dear.” He rocked his hips forward, bumping his groin against Archie’s. It wasn’t quite that sort of dance or that sort of club, but they were far from the only couple standing so closely. It wasn’t quite the thing, but Daniel let his gaze drift casually around the room, so he could not be surprised by the appearance of someone he knew.
And then he saw Secretan, sitting at the bar.
His expression was slack and vacant, and for a startled moment, Daniel thought he might have brought Jarvis here. But that matter ought to have been over and done with, and he knew Secretan to have more sense than that. The Junior Antinous was as much Secretan’s haven as it was Daniel’s; he would not have brought his target here.
There was a bruise below Secretan’s eye, making Daniel tense. He knew exactly what it felt like to be hit in that spot, how hard it would have taken to leave a bruise like that.
“What—” Archie’s question was silenced as he noticed Secretan. “I say, is that–”
Before Archie could finish, Secretan jerked back and stood up, his chair clattering to the floor. The man beside him drew back, startled.
The man’s face was all confusion; he took several alarmed steps back from Secretan’s trembling form. Secretan seemed unconscious of his surroundings, his body held rigidly, his gaze fixed on something only he could see. Daniel took a steadying breath. They had to intervene. Secretan was beginning to attract attention, and while the Junior Antinous was the pinnacle of discretion, a cut above the dark, furtive sort of place where one went to solicit anonymous sex, being marked out for disruptive behavior would do Secretan no favors, whether in the interest of future work or his own personal business.
Archie in tow, Daniel swept from the dance floor to the bar, where Secretan still stood, shoulders shaking, hands clenching.
“Secretan,” Daniel said firmly. When he didn’t respond, Daniel repeated himself in what he hoped was a soothing tone, punctuated by the gentlest of touches to Secretan’s arm.
The response took several moments; Secretan’s gaze was still vague. “Sir?”
“Come with me.” He chanced applying pressure to Secretan’s shoulder, not wanting to make the situation worse, but knowing they could not stay in the club. Archie hovered nearby, close enough for Daniel to know he was still there, keeping his distance enough so Secretan wasn’t intimidated. “Our coats, Archie, if you please.”
Archie disappeared, leaving Daniel to lead Secretan into the vestibule. As the light and noise died away, Secretan’s trembling stopped, but there was still the rasp of his breathing, loud in the dark passage. Unconsciously, Daniel felt himself rubbing circles on Secretan’s back, as he watched Archie talking with the porter. Once he realized what he was doing, he moved more deliberately, searching out areas of tension, rubbing more firmly. Minutely, he felt some of the tautness in Secretan’s shoulders ease.
“Are you all right?” he asked softly. He didn’t know why he was doing this; the idea of Vaizey doing something like this for him was absurd, if not outright laughable.
“Yes,” Secretan said, still taking too long to respond.
“You’ve finished with Jarvis?”
“Yes—ah—rather, he’s finished with me.”
Daniel’s stomach tightened. “You—?”
“Got what I needed, yes. That’s been left where I was told to drop it. But it was rather…” Secretan drew a long, trembling breath and fell silent.
Archie was approaching them now and Daniel stepped away, so Archie could help him into his coat. This was a typical gesture at the end of a long night out, and Daniel felt some of the tension evaporate from his shoulders as Archie carefully eased the sleeves over Daniel’s arms and settled the collar into place.
“Thank you, my dear,” Daniel said. For a moment, Archie looked as though he might simply hand Secretan his coat, but the idea seemed to come to him without Daniel even having to think of asking. He held the coat out, stepping behind Secretan to settle it over his shoulders. Secretan flinched, a violent jerk of his body as Archie’s hands came down.
“Dashed sorry,” Archie said awkwardly.
“It’s not you, my dear.” Daniel took Secretan’s coat and helped him into it, a whisper of silk lining over shaking shoulders. “You bear more than a passing resemblance to Jarvis. I’m certain it was just a shock.” He smoothed Secretan’s lapels.
He took another bracing breath, knowing this could result in the opposite of a relaxing evening. “Come home with us, Secretan. You oughtn’t be alone.”
To his credit, Archie didn’t make a word of objection, despite having just been summarily rejected. “I’ll get a cab.”
They couldn’t talk in the cab, but Daniel felt oddly protective as Secretan sat between them, his hands knit in his lap, his gaze fixed on the floor of the car. He kept his hand on Secretan’s shoulder; the touch didn’t seem to bother him, and Daniel decided perhaps the weight was comforting. On Secretan’s other side, Archie had adopted what Daniel thought of as his “watchful officer” pose, eyes fixed forward, body tensed for action. There was little chance of him having to punch someone in the cab, but he appreciated the sentiment.
Indeed, when they’d reached their flat and got out of the cab, Archie said, “Do you need me to do anything about Jarvis?”
“That seems decidedly unadvised.” He glanced at Secretan. “Unless you feel differently?”
Secretan blinked, surprised to have been asked. “No, sir. It wouldn’t erase what happened and would only draw his attention toward me. Much better for our purposes if he doesn’t think I’ve anyone to protect me.”
Daniel’s stomach knotted at that. Vaizey had not explained how to react to having the rape of an agent on one’s conscience. Secretan had acted at his direction, and all too willingly at that, but perhaps he ought to have done something to stop it, no matter how eager Secretan had been to be of service. How did one go about stopping a man who would never stop himself?
They went upstairs, Daniel’s hand remaining on Secretan’s back. Moments later, they were safely ensconced in the flat and Daniel had deposited Secretan in front of the fire Archie was currently lighting. He supposed he would see to tea.
Tea and fire put some color back in Secretan. Daniel found himself rubbing circles on Secretan’s knee, something that always relaxed Archie. Indeed, it had the effect of turning Secretan to butter; he was half-melting onto Daniel.
“Your experience was unfortunate,” Daniel said at length, “but it was good work.”
“I know,” Secretan answered quietly, “I just wish I could forget… what he did.”
The back of Daniel’s neck prickled as his own memories came creeping back. Men who wouldn’t take no for an answer, men who didn’t know their own strength, men who took umbrage with having just fucked a man. He touched a gentle finger to Secretan’s bruise. “He did this?”
Secretan’s throat bobbed. “He was dissatisfied with my... performance and the speed at which I was willing to go.”
“Revolting,” Archie said firmly. “You’re certain I shouldn’t—?”
“No,” said Secretan. “Please. All I want is to… forget it.” His hands were shaking again; impulsively, Daniel reached out and took them in his.
Daniel opened his mouth to ask how they could help him forget when Secretan kissed him. It was the merest brush of lips, almost accidental, if not for the fact that Secretan’s fingers tightened around Daniel’s hand.
“Secretan,” Daniel murmured.
“Please.” Secretan’s voice was a tremor. “I need to put it from my mind, and I can’t bear to go… out again, to risk—” He swallowed hard. “To risk something like that happening again, because I do need something, sir. I can’t be alone. Please, just this once.”
Wordlessly, Daniel exchanged a look with Archie. His blue eyes gazed back steadily, and there was agreement there, agreement to whatever madness Daniel was planning.
Daniel moved his hand up to stroke Secretan’s hair. “Is that what would help?” He let the question hang in the air, in case better judgment might assert itself.
It did not.
Daniel supposed giving Secretan something he wanted was the least he could do. He let his fingers brush down onto Secretan’s jaw and kissed him again, slower this time, giving Secretan time to pull back if he so desired.
Instead, he felt the press of Secretan’s tongue and parted his lips for him. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been surprised by the boldness; he’d noticed Secretan’s interested gaze for some time, on both of them. The thought of Daniel being a source of stability for an unmoored younger man was enough to make a cat laugh.
Archie made a strangled noise, reminding Daniel of his presence, along with a rush of warmth that their attachment was strong enough for Daniel to give Secretan what he needed.
“You like this?” Daniel murmured. He let his hand trail up Secretan’s neck, down his jaw. “Watching us?” He kept his eyes on Archie as he resumed kissing Secretan, noting the way his partner’s mouth twitched, the squirm as though deciding whether or not he ought to approve.
Daniel pushed his tongue against Secretan’s, his fingers moving over his face and in his hair, eliciting a mewl of desperation.
“What do you want?” he murmured. “Tell me, Secretan, what have you been thinking of?” He found himself petting his hair, relishing the sight of Secretan’s eyes, his lashes dark against his cheeks. “What is your mind coming up with?” He let his fingers trace feather light over Secretan’s brow, watched the tremor of the muscles of his face. “You are beautiful, you know. Perhaps you’ve not been told.”
Secretan’s tongue darted over his lips. “I do know what I’m good at.”
“Show me what you’re good at,” Daniel said. “I shall be sure to appreciate it.”
Secretan eased himself to the floor, his hands sliding over Daniel’s thighs. “May I?” He brushed his fingers over the buttons of Daniel’s trousers. He was already half-hard; Secretan’s teasing fingertips brought him along. Daniel found himself transfixed by Secretan’s hungry look, his parted lips, as he carefully drew Daniel’s cock from his trousers.
“Sir?” Dark eyes flicked up at him again, and Daniel had to remind himself to breathe. He had not been prepared for being called that, the dart of pleasure he felt at it. Sir. He tried to swallow around the dryness in his mouth. Secretan was always so eager to be of service.
“Yes, Secretan.” He stroked back the hair that had come loose from the pomade. “Show me how good you are with your mouth. Suck my cock.”
Secretan approached almost reverently, and then his lips were stretched over Daniel’s cock. Daniel, who was no stranger to endowments worthy of any number of dirty limericks, had never had any particular illusions about the size of his own member, felt with certainty that Secretan was enjoying himself regardless. He moved slowly, torturing himself and Daniel, his tongue moving over the underside of the head. Daniel closed his eyes, feeling the flush rise up his neck. Secretan was a master with his lips, with just enough deliberate application of his teeth to take Daniel to the edge of wildness.
Slowly, Secretan’s lips moved higher on Daniel’s cock, with satisfied noises from deep in his throat that threatened to take Daniel right over the edge. God. He would try to have some stamina and go some of the way toward satisfying Secretan.
“That’s wonderful,” he murmured, petting Secretan’s hair again. “You look even more beautiful with your mouth around a cock.”
Secretan gave another hum of pleasure and moved forward to take more of Daniel. That was when he became aware of panting from the other end of the sofa.
Archie had his cock out of his trousers, hand on it as his gaze was fixed on the scene before him. Daniel felt the corners of his mouth curve into a catlike grin and gently pulled Secretan off his cock.
“Look,” he murmured, turning Secretan’s head in Archie’s direction. “We have an audience.”
Secretan made an incoherent noise and applied himself to Daniel’s prick again, sucking more diligently, bobbing his head and varying his pattern to lick along Daniel’s shaft. Daniel watched Archie out of the corner of his eye as the speed of his hand on his cock quickened.
“Yes, that’s it. He likes watching you.” He brushed his thumb over the corner of Secretan’s mouth, bulging with Daniel’s cock. “He likes seeing you do such a good job with me. Perhaps he’ll want a go with you after. We shouldn’t let him come, should we?”
Secretan stopped sucking long enough to say, “No, sir, I don’t think we should want that at all.” Secretan lowered his mouth again and resumed with vigor, taking Daniel as deep as Daniel had ever taken Archie, spurring Daniel’s hips to fuck into Secretan’s mouth. Before he could warn Secretan that he was close, Secretan did something with his throat—Daniel would have to ask him how he did it—and he was coming, hard, spilling down Secretan’s throat, and Secretan was swallowing all of it. Archie made a strangled cry, but Daniel forced out, in a clipped tone he knew always brought Archie to heel, “Certainly not. Archie, we have a guest.”
Secretan still had Daniel’s limp cock in his mouth, his eyes shut in bliss. At length, he withdrew, his tongue sweeping out to get the bit of spunk from the corner of his mouth. “Thank you, sir.” He was wantonly disheveled, his hair mussed, his lips swollen. When he opened his eyes, it was almost enough to get Daniel hard again. Secretan nuzzled at his knee and Daniel began stroking his hair again.
Secretan lifted his head and aimed a dark, hungry gaze at Archie, who had paused, cock in the palm of his hand. Daniel slid off the sofa and shed his jacket. He knelt and drew Secretan to his feet, slipping an arm around his waist. “Would you like Archie to fuck you? Would you like that inside you? I highly recommend the experience.”
Archie sat there, two spots of high color in his cheeks, and gave his cock the slightest squeeze.
“Yes,” Secretan said. “Thank you for the kind hospitality, sir. I would quite like to have that in me.”
Daniel smiled. “Let’s go into the bedroom and get you ready.”
They undressed each other, Daniel conscious of Archie’s gaze as he explored Secretan’s exposed skin slowly, tenderly. The scars told their own story and he let his tongue trace them.
“You are exquisite,” he murmured. Archie was on the bed, he noted, vaseline in hand. Blood rushed downward at the thought of Archie’s capable hands preparing another man, spreading Secretan’s cheeks and breaching his entrance. So distracted was he that he yelped when Secretan flicked his nipple ring, a mischievous smile curving his lips, as though pleased with his own discovery. “Are you ready?”
“May I?” Archie asked, with an absurd chivalry, seeing as he was about to fuck his lover’s protege. Secretan accepted his hand onto the bed as though he were being helped into a carriage and knelt, resting his head against Archie’s chest.
Something clenched in Daniel’s chest at the sight of Archie holding Secretan so tenderly. He was going to get hard again. It was a rush to see his Archie, to whom he’d taught everything about how to please a man, pleasing another man—his mouth on Secretan’s, his hands exploring, kneading at his arse.
Secretan gasped and threw his head back as Archie’s fingers slipped into the cleft of his arse. Daniel reached for the vaseline.
“Are you ready?” he murmured in Secretan’s ear. “Ready to take Archie?”
Secretan was flushed, breathing hard as he nodded. His cock bobbed against Archie’s stomach; how hard he was after that sucking off he’d given Daniel.
“Now,” he said soothingly, slicking his fingers before pressing them against Secretan’s arse. “You mustn’t come right away. Take some time and enjoy it. You’re in for the ride of your life.” Secretan moaned and pressed against Archie as Daniel slid his fingers in, slowly, teasingly, first one, then another, drawing them all the way out before pushing in again. “So much more than this. You see how big he is. The first time I saw it, I couldn’t believe my good fortune.”
Archie huffed a laugh against Secretan’s shoulder. “Is that what you were thinking?”
“It was,” Daniel said firmly. He reached up and seized the back of Archie’s neck, pulling him into an open-mouthed kiss, conscious of Secretan’s staring. “Now. Will you share your bounty and fuck him?”
Daniel sat beside them on the bed, watching as Archie’s fingers moved in and out of Secretan, his gaze intent on his task, on finding the angle that would make Secretan gasp and beg. Daniel reached over to stroke his cheek. “Ask him for it,” he said softly.
Secretan’s face was flushed with exertion. “Sir—fuck me now, please.” His tongue flicked over his lips, still darkened. “I need your cock in me.”
He watched Archie settle his left hand on Secretan’s hip, and then after a moment’s hesitation, the right. Secretan didn’t so much as flinch; Daniel smiled approvingly. “Relax,” he crooned, slipping his arms around Secretan’s shoulders, holding him tight.
“This is exquisite.” He was fascinated by the sight of Archie entering Secretan. “I can’t see this when it’s my own arse being breached.” He skimmed his hand over Secretan’s smooth back, transfixed on the point of their joining, the pull of muscle around it, the gasp from Secretan, followed by the steady breathing as he got used to the fullness of Archie.
“How is it?” he asked. “Everything I told you and more?”
“Yes,” Secretan gasped. His face was in rapture
“You’re doing wonderfully,” Daniel murmured, brushing back the damp hair and kissing Secretan’s forehead. “You’re taking Archie so well.” He kissed and murmured in time with Archie’s thrusts until Secretan was a pleading, shaking mess and Daniel could tell by the frantic pace of Archie’s thrusts that he was close. Only then did Daniel reach down and tug on his cock. It took just a few strokes to bring Secretan off, trembling in Daniel’s arms, as Archie filled him, rolling his hips with the ghost of his own orgasm.
Secretan seemed to collapse then, eased bonelessly to the mattress by Archie’s steady hands. Daniel became conscious of the fact that he was covered in his protege’s come as he kissed Archie. “Excellent work, my dear.”
Daniel felt rather boneless himself and extremely disinclined to make constructive decisions toward Secretan’s disposition. He settled down on one side of him and Archie the other. The younger man curled gratefully between them.
“Better?” Daniel asked, trailing his hand lightly down Secretan’s shoulder. “Did that help?”
“Yes, sir.” Secretan’s eyelids were heavy. Daniel kissed his brow and twined his fingers with Archie’s on top of Secretan’s hip. There would be time enough for a solution to the protege problem that wasn’t bringing him home to fuck. But that was a matter for tomorrow. Their bed was certainly big enough to hold all three of them tonight.