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Chapter Fifteen
Give Me My Fucking Rainbows and Unicorns, Bitches
6 months later
Lark
I'm sitting in my very own office at the cabin Rex and Emmett own. We're in the process of expanding it for all of us to live in. Marcus and Apollo's place just didn't feel right after everything that went down with Brent, and after stripping most of what they wanted, it was sold outright.
Brade and I have leased our house out as, even though we loved it, it didn't feel right to live there after it was invaded by Robert. Not to mention his cronies and then law enforcement combing through it.
Rex is slowly getting back to normal, and he hardly has any bad nights now. I'm not sure what got to him so badly about Brent, but he hasn't shared what happens in his mandated counseling. The only thing I can figure is that we had been somewhat close, or at least intimate, during captivity, and that can forge a pretty strong bond whether you like the person or not. I think maybe he feels guilty that he didn't offer to help Brent more, but none of us could have really known what was happening since he hadn’t told us. Apollo had already tried to remedy the situation, and he’d been refused repeatedly. What else could the rest of us have done?
It's been interesting finding our new normal. I think back on several months ago when Marcus and Apollo had a surprise for me, and fall into the memory.
"Where are you guys taking me?" I have a blindfold on, and the guys have led me to a vehicle and driven me somewhere nearby. When we stop and get out, it still smells like we're in the woods at the house.
"You'll see, Solovey. Not too far now." I hear a thump of steps on a floor ahead of me, and I don't realize until I’m stepping into a building until I follow a moment later.
When Marcus pulls the blindfold off my eyes, they nearly bug out of my head, and I turn to them in shock. They've set up a room quite a bit like the one where we had our training in. There are a few alterations but not enough to make me comfortable. They're both standing stiffly, waiting for my reaction.
"Why did you choose to do this, and why am I in this room?" I'm not at all happy with them.
Apollo takes the initiative and explains their reasoning. "Marcus and I have a certain type of lifestyle. I'm sure you saw some of what was in the basement at the cabin, and we can go without if you're opposed to it, but we wanted you to know that we set this up here in case you're ever interested. And for full disclosure— you don't have to do anything here. We just wanted you to know about it.”
I can understand that, but I'm also trying not to lose my shit over being in here. "If that's all, then maybe we can go home? I'm not sure I'm ready to be in here."
Contrite, Apollo replies, "Marcus wants to tell you some about how we met, and there are a few other things we'd like to discuss as well."
Curiosity has me hesitating to leave, and I move to the area that has a couch and an armchair. Tentatively, I settle into the chair. At least this much is different. They're going to have to fix the decor if they expect me to come back in here. Just because they're accustomed to the clinical look doesn't mean I am. Moving to rest on the edge of the chair, I pensively wait for Marcus to start.
After both he and Apollo sit on the couch facing me, he begins. "I was an orphan in some backwater boys’ home. I don't quite remember the location but know it was somewhere in Ukraine. When I was seven, men came for me, and I was relocated to a different type of orphanage. I'm sure you can guess it wasn't child-friendly." His eyes are haunted as he pauses, regaining his composure while Apollo rubs his back in commiseration.
With my hand covering my mouth in horror and eyes pricking with tears, I nod. I knew it probably wasn't a pleasant story, but this is worse than I could have thought.
He continues, eyes and voice tight with the pain of recollecting it. "I was denied food unless I complied, among other punishments. After a time, I became acclimated to my new life, and when I was fifteen, I was purchased and shipped to the U.S. where I met Apollo. Things were better in some ways but worse in others, and we took comfort in each other once I learned that he'd never intentionally hurt me." Marcus reaches over to take Apollo's hand, pulling it back onto his thigh. From the strained expression on his face, this is just as hard for him as it is for Marcus. "I won't go into all the details now since we'd be here for a very long time, but I wanted you to know at least some of it. I— we never hoped to escape or to find someone one or both of us would want to be with if we did. Our lives were too fucked up to even contemplate it. So, with that being said, we have something we'd like to ask you." He nudges Apollo, so I'm guessing he’s supposed to handle this next part.
Apollo clears his throat, appearing nervous and determined at the same time— squaring his shoulders as he straightens. "We discussed this with the others prior to bringing you out here. I don't want you to think we'd do this without their consent." Now I'm really curious, and butterflies dance in my stomach. "There were several things, actually. One was showing you this to begin with. The second— I love you, and Marcus does too. We've both told you that, but we want more. We want you for always. I know our set-up isn't conventional, but I believe it will work." Well, that was blunt and awkward. Leave it to Apollo to just spit it out without leading up to it. "So, will you? Will you stay with us?" He waits for my answer as Marcus pulls something from his pocket.
In his hand, Marcus has a small pile of rings. There are three sets of three— one trio has small blue stones embedded in it, while the others' stones are black and brown.
Overwhelmed with the gamut of emotions I've gone through, for a moment, I can only happily nod. "Yes," I finally get out, "it's not like I was letting you get away anyway." I give Marcus a wink with the reminder. But one thing is weird. "Why are there nine? Am I missing something?"
Looking bashful, Apollo replies, "I wanted it to include all three of us— all of us will get one band of each color, and the three rings interlock to make a wider, tricolored band." He takes one from each set and proceeds to show me how they work before motioning for my right hand. "They'll fit your middle finger, and both of ours will be on the same one."
I let him slide them on, a sense of giddiness overtaking me. I fumble a bit when I do theirs, but they don't comment on it. Awkward and loveable for the win!
"Umm...you guys gonna kiss? Cuz I like it when you do that." Apollo snickers, probably remembering the last time I'd jumped them both in the kitchen when I caught them making out.
Dinner had been late that night. At least we'd been amusing for Brade— he'd walked in on the aftermath, all of us in a sweaty, panting pile. Well, I was panting. I'm brought back to reality, the thoughts of that night already getting me hot and bothered, when Apollo pulls Marcus in to absolutely devour him.
They finally break apart when I climb into their laps and start sucking on Marcus' neck. I've learned he's very sensitive there and loves when I mark him. He groans and curses in a language I can't understand. I don't know the words but definitely get the tone behind them.
"Nightingale, I have one more request. But first, let us love you?"
No longer caring about the contents of the room, I give my assent and release Marcus' neck for Apollo to pull my shirt over my head. I'm barely naked before I'm straddling Marcus' lap and making out with him, rough whiskers rubbing against my softer skin as his thick tongue fights mine for dominance. A bit of cold wetness hits my opening before a solid intrusion slides steadily into my pussy. I'd been wet but not quite ready for sex, and the tightness has Apollo moaning behind me and my back arching in response. Marcus takes full advantage, sucking on first one tit and then other.
"Switch," Marcus demands, and I find myself dumped on my back on the couch before Apollo is re-entering me face-to-face.
