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"You can't just ask him to marry you out of nowhere without telling us first, that's unfair!"
Phainon's tone takes on a whiny lilt—as it usually does, when it comes to matters concerning Anaxa—but Khaslana pays it little mind, rolling his eyes in mild exasperation before clacking shut the small ring box in his hand.
"It's about time one of us decides to tie the knot," he explains, ignoring the quiet humph that also comes from Neikos's direction. "And considering I'm the oldest, and have the most stable career, it makes sense that it'd be me."
The synced click of tongues the younger brothers let out is almost comical. Khaslana sighs, but it's more amused than annoyed, folding his arms in front of his chest.
"It's a ring and a piece of paper, that's it. Nothing changes. If anything, this benefits all three of us, considering it will probably convince him to finally move in. It's not like I'm stealing him away from you two."
The visible pout never leaves his face, but Phainon eventually relents. If it were anyone else, Neikos's glare would kill, but in the end he also lets out a resigned huff. Their shared relationship with the object of their affection has always been a strange one, teetering on the edge of taboo—and their competitive nature as family only amplified that further, constantly fiending for Anaxa's undivided attention.
As the youngest, Phainon is arguably the most childish, but also the most passionate. He craves touch, and touch, and more touch—Anaxa glued to his side or shuffled into his lap whenever they're together, much to the others' chagrin. It's a common occurrence for the smaller man to find refuge with the other two when he's particularly overstimulated—but he doesn't really fault Phainon for it, considering his studies in college make it so they see each other the least overall.
Neikos is quiet. Anaxa found it unnerving at first, and for a little while even believed he didn't particularly like him; somehow forcibly roped into the relationship by his brothers, though such a thought made little sense. He didn't realize his true feelings until they were finally able to spend some alone time together, relaxing around the house while the other two were away—and he quickly discovered that of the three, he had the most possessive disposition, as well as the filthiest mouth.
The eldest brother, Khaslana, is truly a wildcard. Outwardly, he's the most put together—a stable income, rational, does most things by the books—but he's intense, and spontaneous, popping the question for Anaxa to marry him so suddenly that the smaller man didn't think he was serious at first. He has the most stamina out of the three, almost always indulging himself until Anaxa is a drooling, babbling mess—but he's also the most gentle in the aftermath, cooing into Anaxa's ear at what a good boy he's been, despite being a handful of years younger than him.
Some days, Anaxa reminisces on how he ended up where he is now, shuffled between the trio at their behest. Funnily enough, he met them all individually, only realizing they were siblings after Khaslana was the first to properly court him and bring him home. Up until that point in his life he thought the stereotype of sibling rivalry was a myth—his relationship with his own older sister nothing but cordial—but the second he walked in the door to the sudden proposition of dating all three of them, that mindset was shattered entirely.
And he was uncomfortable with it too, at first. He was closest with Khaslana, the man regularly visiting him at his workplace, so a relationship with him made the most sense. Phainon he was really only acquainted with, them speaking on occasion at a cafe close to the local college campus. He'd only met Neikos once—who had caught him by his arm after he almost tripped into the street—but his gaze and eyepatch were striking, so Anaxa recognized him immediately. He was surprised that all three had an interest in him, and even more so that they were more willing to share than let Anaxa choose.
"We've always been an 'all or nothing' kind of family," Khaslana had joked, when Anaxa came to him privately about his reservations. "If only I dated you, I don't think my brothers would ever forgive me. Sorry about that."
He didn't actually seem very sorry. And Anaxa would be lying if he said having three different men vying for his hand didn't have a certain thrill to it. So in the end, he agreed—but only under three specific conditions.
The first was that the shared nature of their relationship had to remain private. None of them had issue with this, and both Anaxa and Neikos were already private people in general—though the former eventually confided in his sister, who only laughed and said that she was jealous. If any questions came up about who Anaxa was actually dating, they decided to delegate the role to Khaslana, and any public appearances with the other two would be nothing but coincidence.
The second was that any intimacy between them would be one at a time. For certain reasons, this was walked back on fairly quickly.
The third was that, much to the trio's chagrin, they always had to use protection. Anaxa had little interest in children, especially so when it was a gamble whose child it would even be, so he was punctual with his birth control, and having sex raw was an extremely rare occurrence.
And this final point, a condition turned contention, is what led to the discussion the brothers found themselves embroiled in now.
"We should have a little competition," Phainon begins, the slightest glint in his eye. "Since Lana jumped the gun to be the first to marry him."
The man in question playfully rolls his eyes. Neikos's visible brow raises.
"The winner," Phainon continues, "is whoever gets Anaxa pregnant first."
A short bout of silence stretches on between the three of them, ended only by Khaslana letting out a light chuckle.
"They say no birth control is a hundred percent effective," he muses, "but with Anaxa, it might as well be. Good luck getting him to agree to that."
But the sly grin never leaves Phainon's face, and Neikos's eye narrows. They know that look, when he's up to no good.
"Well, accidents happen," he shrugs, "you never know."
—
"Phainon?"
Anaxa calls from the bathroom, voice partially masked by the sounds of rummaging through cupboards. Phainon stands, then with a skip in his step, paces down the hall to peek his head in through the door.
"Yeah Naxy? What's up?"
"Have you seen my dromas pill case?" Anaxa asks, brow scrunched tight—too distracted to correct him for using the nickname. A comb clatters to the floor as he shuffles through a drawer, and Phainon notes that he's growing increasingly more frustrated by the second. "It has my birth control in it, and I'm out of refills until next month."
Phainon hums in thought, perfecting the act he'd been practicing for the past couple of hours. He knows exactly where the case is: placed on a high shelf in his bedroom that Anaxa is too short to reach, nor would ever think to check—but he instead shakes his head, then innocently offers to help him look for it.
"It has to be here somewhere," he says, "we all know you're pretty serious about that stuff."
So the pair spend the next thirty minutes or so doing just that, turning both the bathroom and Anaxa's own sparsely used bedroom inside out. They also ask the other two, who both give Phainon suspicious glances when Anaxa isn't looking—Khaslana even grabbing Phanon's arm as Anaxa hurries into another room, pulling him close so the other doesn't hear.
"You're serious?" He questions. Deep in his golden eyes, Phainon can see the hint of a spark.
He gives no response. Just smiles as he shakes his brother off to trail behind Anaxa once more. After another few minutes, they finally give up, and Anaxa sighs as he sinks into the couch.
"We'll just have to be more careful, at least until next month," he says, and Phainon nods, pulling him into his lap. "That means condoms, Phainon. Every time."
The younger man pouts, but acquiesces. The first step of his plan a success, he finds himself struggling to hide how giddy he actually is—eager to move on to the next, now that the clock is ticking.
He waits about a week.
Unsurprisingly, Anaxa is diligent—but when determined, Phainon can be patient. The session between them begins how it normally does, and Phainon almost feels bad about what he's about to do, what with the insanely erotic display Anaxa puts on sliding the condom down his throbbing, weeping length.
"It's not so bad," the smaller man whispers, giving the side with a prominent vein a wet kiss before lying back, guiding the head to his drooling cunt. "They're so thin nowadays, I bet you can hardly feel it."
Phainon nods, mouth watering. He wastes no time slamming home, and Anaxa keens, back arching dangerously off the bed. Condom or no condom, it's a feeling he can never get enough of, pulling him close and rutting into him like an animal in heat. For a moment he almost forgets, lost in the pleasure of it, but then Anaxa suddenly gushes around him as he slams particularly deep, walls clamping down like a vice.
"Fuck," he curses, pulling away before finishing prematurely, then flips Anaxa over on his stomach. The smaller man moans, legs shaking as Phainon raises his hips, and he gives himself a few tentative strokes.
Now or never.
With a deft hand, Phainon pinches the bubbling tip of the condom, ripping the thin latex between his nails. Anaxa whines, none the wiser as he presses his searing heat back against him, and Phainon accepts the invitation wholeheartedly, sliding back inside with a satisfied groan.
He has to fight the urge to not cum almost immediately. Every thrust further tears the rubber, sliding it awkwardly into a ring at the base of his length, and while Anaxa was right—it hardly feels any different—just the idea of fucking him raw with intent to breed has him working himself up into a frenzy. Pressing his palm between Anaxa's shoulders, he ushers him to lie flat, grinding down deep enough that the head of his cock kisses the spongy ring of his cervix.
"I bet you'd actually like it, you know," Phainon breathes, eyes wild. It's a dangerous game, but he can't help himself. "Getting pumped full of our cum. Wouldn't you, Anaxa?"
It's not all that suspicious; on occasion all three dabble in such dirty talk, but unlike Anaxa, the brothers see it as subliminal convincing rather than kink. It makes him squirm, fingers clutching the sheets as his eye rolls back; the idea of getting knocked up was tempting, but the actual reality of it terrified him.
"No, I-I—" Anaxa stutters through huffs, the breath knocked out of his lungs with every thrust against the entrance to his womb. Phainon leans down, trapping his lithe body beneath him, then snakes his hand between it and the sheets to rub rough circles into his engorged clit.
"Cum around my cock, and I'll fill you up nice and full," Phainon whispers in his ear, and the thin thread of his remaining rationality snaps. His body seizes, the larger man squeezing him tight enough to bruise as he finds his own release—and there's a brief moment of euphoria, as Anaxa feels an unfamiliar warmth flood his insides.
"P-Phai—" Anaxa mumbles, squirming. Phainon kisses the back of his neck, letting the walls spasming around him milk him as much as possible before the moment passes. "Phainon, something doesn't feel right—"
The onset of worry laced in his voice makes Phainon feel a little guilty. He gives a questioning hum before sitting back up on his knees, and his uncovered cock slowly slides out of Anaxa's cunt with a wet squelch.
"O-oh, um—" he begins the lie, "Anaxa, don't be upset, but—"
At that, Anaxa's eye flies open, a sudden surge of adrenaline giving him enough energy to spin around and sit up himself. His eye locks on to the ruined mess of a condom around Phainon's softening cock, then to himself, blood draining from his face as a drip of white begins sliding out of him.
The sudden movement made him dizzy. "You need to go get a contraceptive," he breathes, winded. "I'm serious, right now."
Phainon tries to stall by helping him steady himself, but is promptly shoved away before being pointed towards the door. Anaxa doesn't seem angry with him, thankfully, solidifying the success of his ruse—but the stress plastered on his face is palpable, in the wake of such an "accident." Immune to the charm of his pout, Anaxa sighs as Phainon finally slinks away and out of the room, dejected—grimacing at the thick dollop of cum leaking out of him and staining the sheets.
He hears the jingle of keys and the click of the front door closing, then lets out another shaky, uneven breath. He takes a few minutes to calm himself down, shuffling to the edge of the bed to rise and go clean himself up—but freezes in his tracks when he notices two others staring at him from the doorway, their expressions ominously blank.
"Accident, huh?" Khaslana muses. Anaxa huffs, suddenly embarrassed as he squeezes his thighs together, but he still can't stop the warm drip. "That's not really fair, is it?"
Anaxa raises his brow in question, swallowing a small lump forming in his throat. Phainon looked guilty enough—it was an accident, right? Condoms break all the time. He's a little surprised it hasn't happened before, what with how rough and well-endowed all three of them actually are.
"Yes, an accident, your brother is ridiculous—" he tries to be reasonable, leaning away as the pair creep closer to him. The looks on their faces are similar to what he sees in their fits of petty jealousy. Still at the edge of the bed, Khaslana sits to his right, and Neikos to his left, their large hands splaying wide on his thighs and forcing them apart.
"Bummer, having to get Phainon's sloppy seconds," Khaslana ignores Anaxa's tension, fingers dipping into the mess of his folds before sliding up to pinch at his clit. Neikos bites into neck, making him jolt. "But if he gets to cum inside, then we do too."
And before Anaxa can even think of a rebuttal, the two are on him—Khaslana quick to push him back down and slide inside with a sigh. The intrusion makes him choke, mouth opening in a silent gasp—and Neikos responds in kind with a slap of his own cock against his lips, tilting his head expectantly.
Insatiable would be the best word used to describe them, if Anaxa was able to think outside the overstimulation. Khaslana's pace wastes no time turning brutal, and his stomach does flips from the wet sound of cum frothing where they're joined.
"So messy," he hears, Khaslana pulling him up, then maneuvering him back down so they're chest to chest, the larger man lying on his back. He gives Neikos a knowing look—who grunts at the sight before him, positioning himself behind Anaxa and further prodding at his already stretched hole.
"W-wait—" he almost sobs, as the head of Neikos's cock slowly presses against the taut ring of muscle. "I can't—I don't want to—"
But Khaslana shushes him with a kiss, and Neikos leans down to whisper in his ear as his own length bullies its way inside.
"Don't fight it," he drawls, and the smaller man shudders. "You've taken two of us at once before, remember? And now we get to fill you up even more. Isn't that nice?"
Anaxa violently shakes his head, hot tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. He feels wrong, and gross, but there's sparks of pleasure from being so overwhelmingly full, Phainon's cum easing the glide of the two cocks inside him better than his own slick ever could.
"Such a good boy, taking us both," Khaslana breathes as he ruts into him even faster, their thrusts alternating in such a way that he's never left empty. His body gives out with another agonizing orgasm, squirting even more of a mess between them, and they both laugh, taking it as invitation enough.
With groans bordering on animalistic, Neikos cums first, then Khaslana close behind. The amount of fluid leaking out of Anaxa turns obscene, the slightest pudge forming in his belly—and Khaslana coos, cupping his face in hand to bring him close for a sloppy kiss.
They're so distracted by their debauchery that they don't notice Phainon walking back in, mouth agape in shock with a placebo in hand. "You two, in my room—!" He whines, clamoring forward to pull Neikos away, brow furrowing in disgust as he sees his own release now mixed with the others.
Khaslana laughs, patting Anaxa's hair as they all catch their breath. It devolves from a silent standoff to a full blown argument, and as the three begin to tussle with each other, Anaxa is left lying on the bed in their mess, quickly growing irritated.
He reaches for the pills Phainon brought back, taking one dry. "If I get pregnant from this," he shouts over their bickering, causing the trio to pause, diverting their attention. "I'm killing all three of you."
—
"So—?" Phainon asks, he and Neikos trailing behind Khaslana through the hospital wing. His voice is airy, bubbling with excitement. "Whose is it? Can you tell?"
The eldest remains silent as he walks. Phainon laughs, turning to Neikos and clapping a hand on his shoulder, who also can't help but let out an amused grin.
"Oh it's definitely not his," he continues, "if it was, he would be gloating so hard right now."
As the trio make it to the recovery room, Khaslana turns to shush them. Still smirking, the other two follow him inside, eyes wide and ready to see their newborn daughter—
Only to be met with a small tuft of mint green hair, and magenta and light blue eyes struggling to stay open as the baby suckles on Anaxa's plush chest. Phainon and Neikos blink, looking at each other, then back at the sight before them.
"You have the same expression Khaslana did, first seeing her," Anaxa huffs, suspicious. "Did you three make a bet on this or something?"