Healing Hark (Doms of Chicago) (17 page)

In front of them, Hark stifled his laugh behind his palm.

“You think this is funny, do you?” Diachi tugged on Hark's hair firmly, drawing the man's head back until he could see Hark's upturned face.

“A little,” Hark admitted. “I'd never have guessed the CEO of Sterling Foods had a man crush on Mike Rowe.”

Bryan propped his head up with one arm. “Aw, come on, Sir. Spill. What man would be your “if it was the last day on Earth” fuck?”

Diachi nearly choked. Leave it to his sub to pull the rug right out from under Hark.

“Excuse me?”

Bryan pursed his lips. “You heard me. Every guy has a fantasy guy they'd fuck if it was their last day on earth. Mine is Mike Rowe. Master here...” He nudged Diachi. “His is Nathan Fillion. So who's yours?”

“Ummm, I guess I've never thought about it.” Hark rolled his shoulders. “I mean, I don't go around thinking the world's ending.”

“Aw, come on!” Bryan pulled on his hair. “There has to be someone. I know — Antonio Banderas!”

Hark shook his head. “Nope. Too Latin for me.”

Bryan cocked his head. “How about Chris Helmsworth?”

Hark arched a brow at him. “The guy who played Thor?”

“Sure. All those muscles and flowing blond hair. Damned if it wouldn't give you something to hang on to.”

“I’d imagine those are extensions,
hana,
” Diachi broke in, loving the banter between the men. Bryan was doing a good job keeping Hark's mind off the fact bedtime was closely approaching

“Spoilsport.” Bryan stuck out his tongue. “So Chris is out and so’s Antonio?” He snapped his fingers. “How about David Beckham? He's got all those gorgeous tats and is athletic.”

“Is he always like this?” Hark croaked.

“Pretty much.” Diachi gave him a grin. “Sometimes better...but sometimes worse. Especially if he's been into the sauce. Can you believe it? Two beers and he's goner. Get's frisky as pup before crashing hard.”

“Master! We're not talking about my drinking habits. We gotta find Hark's last fuck on Earth. These things are important!” Bryan's protest was lost in Hark's laugh. Diachi couldn't help but smile. It was good to hear his
koibito
laugh again. Deep and rich, it was the kind of sound that warmed him to his soul. Much like his
hana's
smile.

Finally getting his laughter under control, Hark sighed. “He's going to keep after me until I make a choice, isn't he?”

“Probably,” Diachi admitted. “Either you choose or he'll chose for you. I picked Nathan Fillion so I wouldn't get stuck with some rapper named Marky-Mark.”

Hark sputtered. “You mean Mark Walhberg?”

Diachi shrugged his shoulders. “I have no idea.” He glanced up at the clock on the mantle. It was approaching eleven. “But I suggest we shelf this discussion for another day. It’s time for bed.”

Hark grew quiet. “Of course. I’ll see you in the morning.” He started to rise to his feet, but came to a sudden stop when Diachi tightened his hand around the hair that had been resting on his thigh. “Whoa.”

“Where do you think you’re going?” Diachi asked him softly.

Hark’s eyes grew shuttered. “Downstairs. To bed as you suggested.”

Diachi leaned closer, until their faces were close. “I didn’t say anything about downstairs. You’re going to bed — with us.”

T
he rustle of sheets, followed by a soft thud, woke Hark. Every sense he possessed screamed he was safe, but what had disturbed his sleep? It felt as if he'd just drifted off. Lifting his head off of the pillow, he waited for his eyes to adjust as he tried to not only process the odd noise, but where he was. A quick glance around him showed a huge bed with a teak headboard on a raised platform, matching stands, and minimalistic furnishings. Paired with the slumbering Asian curled up beside him, it could only mean he was still in the master suite. So much for his plan of returning downstairs once Bryan and his Sir went to sleep. He'd been floored at Diachi's declaration, but one look at the determination in his Sir’s eyes, and he'd decided to choose his battles. He figured what harm would be if he laid down with them for a bit? They'd eventually fall asleep.
But obviously not before you did, Akula
.

Another soft grunt had him turning his head toward the strange sound.
The noise was similar to what had pulled him from his slumber. He lifted up on one arm to look over Diachi and barely bit back his moan. In the soft pre-morning light, Bryan, naked as the day he was born, moved through an intricate set of yoga moves. When the man shifted into a downward motion, the soft groan he'd been fighting back burst free. Even from his position behind Diachi on the bed, he could see everything. Nothing was hidden from his gaze as Bryan drifted from one position to the next – every motion like poetry.

“
Son of a bitch...” He barely breathed the words. The last thing he wanted to do was interrupt, but he couldn't look away, no matter how hard he tried.

“
Tempting, isn't it?” Diachi shifted back and pulled Hark’s arm across his waist.

“
Hell yeah.” He wet his lips as Bryan disappeared from view. Scooting closer to Diachi, he tried spot Bryan on the sun-streaked floor next to the bed. “Does he do this every morning?”

Diachi yawned and snuggled against Hark, his nude body brushing up against Hark's boxers.
“Every morning. How else do you think he keeps his body fit?”

“
It's torture.” Hark should have looked away, but the sight of Bryan's tight butt as he bent at the waist was riveting.

Diachi chuckled and rubbed his ass against Hark's hardening dick.
“It sure feels like it. Or have you brought your gun to bed again?”

Hark groaned.
“It was only once.” His face heated. It had happened after a long night of drinking with a couple of guys from school. Since he'd promised Diachi he'd be home after his shift working as a security guard, he'd walked, or rather stumbled back, to the small trailer they'd shared just off of campus instead of calling his lover. He'd honestly hoped the two mile walk would sober him up, but once home, he'd crawled into the bed with his sleeping boyfriend. He’d drifted off into a drunken stupor, only to wake to find his bag packed and a very pissed Diachi at the foot of their bed. Not only had Diachi been pissed about the drinking, he'd also found the handgun, assigned to him by the university, still strapped to his waist. Still a bit drunk and more than a little hung-over, he'd growled at Diachi like an angry bear. Not that it had done much good. Diachi had laid down the rules. Not only was he now in charge of their relationship, there would be no more alcohol for Hark. And if Hark didn't like it, he knew where the door was, because Diachi wasn't going to stick around to watch his lover kill himself.

“
That's right, it was only once.” He squeezed Hark's arm. “You were smart enough to know when to give in.” Diachi rolled over to face him, his dark hair flowing loose around his face. “Just like last night. Thank you,
koibito
.” He yawned again and nuzzled Hark's chest. “Wake me when he's finally done.” Seconds later, the slightly heavier puff of breath against his sternum told Hark Diachi had drifted off once more. A rueful grin tugged at his lips. Who'd have thought he'd end up trapped under his Sir's slumbering body, while their naked sub performed nude yoga in the early morning light. At times he wondered if he hadn't stepped into the twilight zone.

By the time Bryan had finishe
d, Hark was ready to toss Diachi aside and tackle the man. Each move he had performed had made him more than aware of the naked man against him. The need to explore both men's bodies was strong. So strong he was finding it difficult to resist. He breathed a sigh of relief when Bryan maneuvered into the final move of the Sun Salutation. The torture would soon be over — or so he hoped. Instead Bryan crawled back up on the bed, where every bare inch of him was a feast to Hark's eyes.

“
Sorry, did I wake you?” Stretching out in front of him, Bryan propped his head on one hand and smiled.

“
Don't worry about it. I’m a light sleeper. Too many years in the service.” He kept his tone low and soothed a hand down Diachi's spine after the other man stirred and buried his face against Hark's chest.

“
Always the cuddler.” Bryan smiled softly. “I never thought I'd say this about another man, but you look damned good wrapped around our Master.”

Hark resisted the urge to fidget under Bryan's direct gaze.
“Thanks, I guess.” He glanced at the clock next to bed. It was still early. “Why don't you curl up behind him, so we can catch a few more hours of sleep?”

Bryan nibbled on his lip.
“Sounds tempting, but didn't I hear Master say to wake him when I was done?”

Hark sighed.
“Yeah, he did.” Hark debated for a moment of pulling rank, then decided against it. He wasn't about to push hard enough he'd earn a punishment. Then an idea struck him, and he grinned. “But he didn't say how to wake him.”

Bryan seemed intrigued.
“Is there a chance I might earn an ass-warming out of this?”

“As if you need to worry about it
. But I promise if the threat of punishment arises, I'll cover for you.”

“
What do you mean?” Bryan cocked his head.

“
If he wants his pound of flesh because of it, just tell him I told you to do it.”

Bryan sat up slowly, the excitement pouring off him.
“To do what?”

“
Come here and I'll tell you.” He beckoned Bryan closer with the crook of his finger and began whispering very softly.

* * * *

“Master...”

Diachi stirred, the soft voice pulling him from the warm cocoon of slumber.
Against his back, the soft silk sheets of his bed rustled. Opening his eyes, he tried to focus on his surroundings, but found he couldn't see. His eyes were covered with something dark. Impatient, he tried to knock it away. Had Bryan buried him in pillows again? But as he tugged at his arm, a low growl escaped him when he realized he couldn't move either. Only one person would dare blindfold and bind him to his own bed.

“
Harkahome Akula, you either untie me now or I'm going to punish you in ways you can't even begin to imagine.”

“
Relax, Sir.” Hark's voice was soft against his ear, while the scent of his cologne teased Diachi's nose. “Nothing bad’s going to happen, I promise.”

The familiar words sent Diachi's imagination into overdrive. It wasn't the first time Hark had wrestled control away from him
— all in an effort to get his attention. But this time, it wasn’t because he’d lost himself in his studies. Nor could it be blamed on the demands of his job. There was no reason for Hark to act out, nor was Diachi going to tolerate it. “Let me go. Now.”

Instead of answering him, a wet tongue ran up his thigh. Diachi jerked in
sheer reaction as the lips sucked lightly on him before sharp teeth nipped the crease of where his hip met his groin. He pulled hard on his restraints. “Son of a bitch.”

“
Shhh, this isn’t going to hurt. We merely want to see to your pleasure,” Hark whispered as unknown fingers plucked at his tight nipples. “You were very generous with your subs yesterday. We wish to return the favor.”

The brush of lips against his ear had Diachi squirming to remain in control. Taking several deep breaths, he thought he finally had his rampant lust
reined in. Then he felt the rake of teeth over his hipbone. Swearing long and loud in Japanese, he wrapped his hands around the bindings holding his wrists and tugged. It could only be his little
hana.
Bryan knew how damned erotic he found the move — something he hadn't found out until they had met. He simply lived to nibble at every erogenous place on him.

“
Oh, I do believe he likes that. I'll have to remember for later. Sir loves teeth.” Hark chuckled softly before thrusting his tongue inside of Diachi's ear.

Diachi groaned as more pleasure swamped him.
“Damned prick teasing submissives.”

The heat
that had been bathing his hip disappeared. “It's only teasing, Master, if we don't follow through.” A pair of hands wrapped around his aching cock and Diachi nearly came unglued. They'd barely started and his body was already primed to explode.
This is what the fuck I get for resisting the urge to masturbate
.

“
Damn.” Hark's soft hiss would've made him smile if it had been any other time.

The Dom in him spoke sharply. “
Untie me, dammit.” He tried to put a little bit of firmness behind his tone, but failed miserably.

Hark sighed.
“Is that really what you want, Sir?” The words were mumbled against the sensitive skin of Diachi's neck. “Because I was really hoping to give you your special fantasy.”

“
What fantasy?” Diachi rasped. “Because I can damn well tell you, I don't dream of being tied up.”

“
Yesterday. You said you couldn't wait to have both of our mouths at once.” Bryan's voice came from a little further away, confirming what Diachi had thought — Bryan had to be the one kneeling between his legs.

Then the words registered on his lust
-fogged brain. He moaned softly at the idea, as a spurt of moisture escaped his slit. Two tongues rubbing over him, two sets of lips rubbing up and down his shaft, only to meet at the top to kiss. He wouldn't survive it.

“
Damn, Master, I want to taste. Please?” Bryan's plea wasn't lost on Diachi.

“
Fuck yeah. Do with me what you will. Just be aware there’ll be retribution when I get free.”

Hark chuckled.
“And we wouldn't want it any other way.” He pressed a kiss to Diachi's parted lips.

Diachi couldn't help but lift his head from the pillow. Hark tasted wonderful
— slightly tangy from the lemonade he'd drank the night before and just a hint of something more that was solely Hark. By the time Diachi had dropped his head back, he was panting, wanting nothing more than to be free, so he could indulge his passion on one if not both of his subs’ tight rear ends.

“Shhh,
relax for us. Unless you wish to curse some more.” Hark nipped his collar bone just before the bed shifted. “Then feel free to. Just remember ‘red’ stops it all.”

Diachi panted.
“You honestly expect, as a Dom, I'll use it?” He couldn't even wrap his brain around the idea of the men pushing him so hard he'd want to safeword.

“
Safe, sane, and consensual, Master. Or this stops.” Bryan piped up.

H
ands ran over his chest. “Nor do we want you to accuse us later of forcing this on you. Ultimately you're our Dom, and as such, if you honestly want to be set free, we'll let you go and take whatever punishment you deem necessary.”

“
Or?” Diachi asked softly.

“
Or you remain as you are and we drive you out of your mind with pleasure. The choice is yours, Master.” Bryan's mouth abandoned his thigh. Now there was no one touching him.

“
Don't you dare!” Diachi grated out. “Unless you want to find yourself bound to the pillory like last time.”

The silence
, followed by the sudden heat engulfing the crest of his cock, was all the answer Diachi needed. He gasped and clung to his bonds. Bryan's hatred for the pillory was so strong he'd attacked Diachi's poor dick with renewed enthusiasm. He clenched his teeth as he found himself half way down his
hana's
throat. Perhaps he shouldn't have reminded Bryan of the last time he'd tied him to the tall wooden stand, used a feather over every inch of his body. The lesson had been well learned, and Diachi had found out just how ticklish Bryan actually was. “Shit. Easy!” he whispered between clenched teeth. It felt like the man was trying to suck his soul out of his body through the tip of his dick.

“
Damn, little one, maybe I can convince you to show me how you manage to deep throat him.” Hark’s request held a hint of awe.

Bryan moaned softly around
Diachi, the resulting vibration sending sharp tingling bursts of pleasure through his groin. Then the bed shifted again and a shout burst free of him when a second tongue lapped at his balls. Thrashing against his restraints, he alternately cursed and pleaded with the men. The sounds of slurping and damp heat as his subs licked, lapped, and sucked on every inch of his throbbing sex and exquisitely sensitive balls pushed him to the edge. It was only sheer determination that allowed him to hang on – to keep from shooting his load down Bryan’s throat. Because more than anything he wanted to see them worshiping his cock before he came.