23 December 2007
Holiday Gift of Story
Posted by Denise Kendrick under: My Brother's Keeper .
A holiday mini-gift from all the boys from My Brother’s Keeper. May your holidays be merry and bright, whichever ones you celebrate. 
LORDS OF THE RING TOSS
“Dashi.” Dex’s tone held a warning. “You have to hold still.”
“But Master, how will I be able to help you if I cannot move?”
“You are not supposed to help me, Dashi. You’re supposed to hold still.”
“But Maaaaasssterrrr.” Dashi wiggled his butt and waved the small pole sticking up from his ass.
“No buts. Hold still.”
A soft whoosh filled the air, followed by a slap against his cheeks. Then another. And another. Six for six was the best score of the evening.
“Excellent. Do exactly that tomorrow evening and we will surely prevail.”
Dashi flexed his thighs, building a rhythm that had the rings at his butt spinning back along the pole.
Dex’s chuckle filled the room. “Have you been doing your own practicing, my sweet?”
“In the mornings.” Dashi risked a sly grin over his shoulder, in time to see Dex’s hand swoop down and fetch the rings away.
“I shall be the envy of the room.”
* * *
“So sorry Marshall couldn’t join us.” Malik’s smile told a different story as he and Dex lifted the table and carried it off to the side.
“That is tragic, yes,” Dex replied. “Riding accident, was it?”
“Something like that.” Malik nodded. “And of course, Ciaran wouldn’t play.”
“I can’t believe you actually asked.”
Malik looked to the cuddling pair of slaves on the sofa. “A man can dream.”
“Dashi.” Dex pointed with mock sternness to the forward edge of the area rug and immediately Dashi rolled off the cushions and onto his hands and knees, followed by Malik’s own Sasha.
By the time Malik knelt behind them, the two slaves were already kissing again. He cleared his throat loudly. “How shall we play if you two can’t keep still?” He set about screwing the slender poles into the special plugs already embedded in each eager ass.
Dex, naturally, was one step ahead. He tilted up both chins and laid a ring on each curly head. “If one should fall, neither of you will come.”
Amused, Malik glanced up. “For another hour, you mean.”
“Of course.”
* * *
“Did you have fun at your party?” Ciaran murmured as the kisses rained down between his shoulder blades.
“I did,” Malik growled, hungry hands pulling Ciaran back into a sea of warmth.
“Who won?”
“Dex.” Teeth bit gently along Ciaran’s neck. “Bastard. And in my own house.”
“You need more practice.”
“I tried to practice.” Now the scruff of Malik’s chin along his shoulder; Ciaran shivered. “With you.”
“Ohhh, is that what you were trying to do last night?”
“It was.”
Ciaran’s tone was teasing. “I thought it was just some new humiliation you’d found to inflict upon my person.”
“It’s a very old humiliation, actually. And, if it weren’t for lack of you, I would have won.”
“Well, if it’s a matter of your royal pride, I’ll have to help.”
“There’s a rematch next week…”
“Help you practice,” Ciaran clarified.
Malik nuzzled his neck and groaned deep. “But I have much better concentration when it’s your ass I’m aiming for.”
* * *
Fwap. The last ring sailed over the pole and landed against Malik’s ass.
“A man of hidden talents.” Dex’s eyes twinkled as he looked Ciaran over again, noting how he almost filled out that robe of Malik’s he was wearing.
“You have no idea.”
A grin spread across Dex’s lips. None, indeed. “The honor of Malik’s house is restored.”
Ciaran inclined his head.
Dex glanced over at their two obedient slaves, silent and still side by side, with excellent posture each. Malik’s form was slightly larger than Dashi’s, but his performance was equally flawless. “You’ll want to reward him now, of course.”
“Oh?” Ciaran feigned confusion. “Must I?”
A low growl came from Malik’s direction and Dex laughed. “I would advise it, yes.”
* * *
“Twenty-eight to twenty-seven.”
“It’s all in the wrist, really.”
“He’s never lost, Ciaran. He’s going to want a rematch.”
Ciaran shrugged and traced a circle around the mole on Malik’s cheek. “Practice makes perfect,” he said. “Did you like your reward?” And he didn’t mean the one that involved Dashi’s strategically placed kisses either.
Malik flexed his toes under the covers. “Being petted on the head is a reward, Ciaran. Having wild sex with my husband is my god given right!” He grinned mischievously in the low light.
“Husband? And here I thought I was just your wife.”
Malik growled, snuggling closer. “You’re my everything.”
Ciaran smiled. “And you’re mine.”
* * *
“Does this mean we need more practice, Master?” Dashi asked. He sat astride Dex’s hips, rubbing drops of scented oil into his master’s chest.
“No, pet. I think not.”
“But they beat you–uh, us.”
Dex chuckled. “That was not for lack of practice.” His thumbs massaged Dashi’s thighs. “Besides, I’ve a mind to partake in other games now.”
Dashi’s forehead creased into lines as he started to wonder what his master could possibly be thinking of, but then with Dex the specifics rarely mattered. He grinned, “I like other games.”
“Yes, pet,” Dex purred. “And you are very good at most all of them.”
“Most?!”
“You cannot think of any one that needs just a little work?”
Dashi barely needed to consider. “No, Master. I am perfect, truly.”
Dex laughed out loud. “And that is why I adore you.”
“Yes, Master.” Dashi beamed. “Me too.”
~ * ~
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