"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass." (Anton Chekhov)

Now what?

What was he supposed to tell his other two mates?

There was no use in saying something along the line of "It's not what you think." He was bent over a desk, his redish ass up in the air, for Christ's sake. What was going on here was pretty telling.

Still, he had to try something. Anything.

"It's not what you guys think it is", he started, because although he knew it was a lame excuse, he couldn't think of anything better.

"Oh, really?" Zephyr replied, when he finally regained his voice. "Care to explain why your ass looks like a juicy pomegranate, then?"

"I- ah, yes. You see, my behind was itching..." Fayez started to explain, only to be interrupted by Akhenaton.

"Ouch, poor little brat. I really hate it when my skin itches."

Was it sarcasm he could hear in the brunet's voice? It was definitely sarcasm. Maybe he should stop with his pathetic attempts of an explanation now, before he made a complete fool out of himself.

No. Winners never quit and quitters never win, as the saying goes.

"Huh, yeah. Anyway. I asked Ashur for help, so he took a good look at my ass."

"I like where this is going" Zephyr commented, and although Fayez still had his face pressed against the wooden table, he was pretty sure the blond vampire looked smug right now.

Better keep going. They would believe him eventually. They had to.

If the plan doesn't work, change the plan but never the goal.

"Turned out a MASSIVE mosquito was sucking out my blood. So, Ashur hit my right asscheek in order to kill it."

"I see. My Ashur really is a helpful man." Akhenaton declared, in a conversational manner.

Did someone just stiffle their laughter? No. He probably imagined it. There wasn't anything funny about his made-up story. They were buying it. His two mates were totally buying it.

Believe you can and you're halfway there.

"Sadly, he missed." Fayez resumed. "The mosquito flied to my other asscheek. So, Ashur tried to help me and -"

"I think we got it, squirrel." Zephyr said, before bursting in laughter, along with Akhenaton.

So, they didn't believe me in the end. Stupid motivation quotes.

He thought his story was pretty plausible, so what had gone wrong? Why weren't they convinced?

Maybe he should have put more emotions into his voice. He really needed to level up his actor's game.

"Ake, Zeph, my darlings, I would like for you to wait outside for a minute." Ashur intervened for the first time since his two mates had barged into the office.

He had spoken to them in a polite and kind manner. Only, it wasn't so much a request as it was an indirect order. Akhenaton and Zephyr knew their mate very well, so they immediately obeyed, no questions asked.

Fayez heard the sound of the door closing, and shyly turned his head so he could catch a glimpse of the prefect standing behind him.

"You can get up now, Faye."

"But - "

"Come on, do it. I know you're as hard as a rock, so there's no point hiding it."

His cheeks now the same colour as his abused ass, Fayez slowly stood up, and turned around to face Ashur, his eyes fixed on the floor. Thankfully, he didn't have to feel embarassed very long, for he was suddenly engulfed in the taller man's embrace.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled against the prefect's chest. "It was supposed to be a punishment, and - for whatever reason, I got hard."

"You're so shy." Ashur mused, before pressing himself a little closer against Fayez's body. " There's no need, baby. It's only natural to feel like this around your mates. I'm hard, too. Feel it?"

"How could I not feel it? You seem to be huge" Fayez mumbled, which made Ashur snort.

"How flattering. Now, don't worry about Akhenaton and Zephyr. Trust me, their own little kinks put them in equally embarassing positions in the past."

Fayez wanted to ask more about Ake and Zeph 'own little kinks', as Ashur put it. However, all thoughts of inquiring about it were gone the second Ashur captured his lips with his own.

The vampire tensed, before relaxing into the kiss and putting his arms around Ashur's midsection. The prefect took his time savoring the kiss, as he explored Fayez's mouth with his skillful tongue, before nibbling on his lower lip.

"Okay, let's call it a day." he declared when they finally let go of each other.

"Wait" Fayez stopped him, as Ashur was starting to help him put his pants on again. "What about the punishment?"

"What about it?" Ash asked, sounding surprised. "I told you we could just stop call it a day. You've been 'punished' enough as it is. Unless - "

His expression turned mischevious, as he gently grabbed Fayez's chin.

" Unless you want me to carry on with the punishment."

" I - it's not that I want it." Fayez was quick to correct the prefect. "It's more that I - ah. I don't like when things aren't done the way they should be. I'm a bit of a perfectionist."

"I see." Ashur replied, before pinching Fayez's sore ass playfully, making the vampire whine. "Spanking someone is a bit exhausting, though. My hand is hurting. Wouldn't it be better to finish the punishment another day?"

"No. There must be a solution" Fayez declared in a serious tone, without noticing how Ashur's grin had grown much wider at these words.

To be honest, he was a bit surprised by Ashur's lack of stamina, but he certainly didn't want to exhaust his mate. After all, he was supposed to be the one in pain, not Ashur. How could they carry out the punishment without him, though?

Maybe they could. Maybe...

Wouldn't Ashur be offended by the suggestion, though?

Oh, well. There was no harm in asking.

"What if - "

"Yes, sweet boy? What do you have in mind? Don't be afraid to talk the talk." Ashur smiled at him.

"Maybe, if you're too tired, someone else could spank me?"

"Who do you mean by someone else?" Ashur asked in fake outrage. "Don't tell me you're thinking about Helmut or Nassiba? Sir, let me remind you that Nassiba has a girlfriend. As for Helmut -"

"Stop making fun of me" Fayez protested, as he pushed against Ashur's chest in retaliation.

The other man grinned, then took Fayez's wrists in his hands, and gave him a chaste kiss on his forehead.

"Alright. Shall I ask Ake to carry on with the punishment, then? Not because you want it, of course not, but because you don't want me to over exert myself. You're so caring, Faye"

"You may ask him." the young vampire murmured.

What was he getting himself into? Was it such a great idea, to let the obnoxious brunet have access to his poor behind?

Maybe he did like playing with fire, after all.

"Okay. I am calling them. As for you, back into your former position."

Fayez hurriedly laid down on the table, wincing when his hardened member pressed against the rough surface.

"Oh, Faye is still in position for the sp... I mean, the mosquito's slaying." Zephyr exclaimed gleefully, as he entered the office again, with Akhenaton on his heels.

"What are you waiting for, Ash?" Akhenaton asked in an amused voice. "Please carry on. Look at this little brat. He's litteraly squirming on the table, itching for you to - "

Akhenaton paused, and a short silence ensued. Fayez knew that the three men were talking through their mind-link - he couldn't do it, since he hadn't mated with them yet.

Ashur must have asked Akhenaton's to spank him, by now. What was the sorcerer thinking? What if he refused? That would be so embarrassing! Well, at least the brunet didn't know the idea came from him. He must have thought that it was Ashur who suggested this change to Fayez.

The sudden sound of footsteps coming his way made him hold his breath. The rough fabric of a trousers brushed against his exposed buttocks, but the person behind him didn't touch him yet.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? You want me to help you with your little problem, brat?" Akhenaton asked as he leaned over him.

Fayez shuddered as he felt Ake's breath against his nape. He was getting so hard that it took him a solide minute before he could gather his thoughts.

"Y-yes." he whined. "Actually, Ashur wants you to help me - "

"Nuh-uh, little brat." Akhenaton scolded him. "That won't do. If you want me to be the one to do it, you'll have to repeat after me."

He would regret it later, he knew it. Akhenaton, impossibly handsome, and King of Assholes, was litterally asking him to beg.

Well, there's no point crying over spilled milk - ugh, maybe he should have use another saying.

After all, Akhenaton and Zephyr had already seen him bent over Ashur's desk. They knew the prefect had been spanking him. Hell, Akhenaton had probably guessed that Fayez didn't mind at all if his mates were taking turns at spanking him.

"Okay" he gave in, his obedience earning him a small kiss on his shoulder blade.

"Good. Now, repeat after me. Please, Akhenaton"

"Please, Akhenaton" Fayez whispered.

"Louder!" - this asshole was having the time of his life.

"Please, Akhenaton"

"I have been a little brat to you"

"I have been a ... a little brat to you. That's not true, though."

"Can you give me a good spanking?"

"Can you... Can you give me... a good sp- spanking?" Fayez stuttered, but this time, Akhenaton didn't ask him to repeat himself again.

"Please."

"Please."

He closed his eyes, as he expected his mate to immediately started with the fifteen slaps left. However, as nothing happened, he opened them again, and turned his head in order to catch a glimpse of the other man's expression.

"Are you sure, baby brat?" Akhenaton asked in a soft voice. "I really don't want you to force yourself or anything."

Oh, dear. As if Fayez would force himself with Akhenaton. On the contrary, he was afraid to find out to what extents he would willingly go, just to have his mate touch him. All Akhenaton had to do was to ask him in a charming manner, or call him baby brat, and Fayez was melting.

"I am not forcing myself" he assured him. "I - I was actually the one who made the suggestion. I want you to - I really want you to spank me."

There was a stunned silence, and Fayez suddenly remembered his other two mates' presence. No doubts they had heard everything, and that they were excited about the upcoming show.

"Thank you for being so honest", Akhenaton finally declared, smugness back in his voice. "That won't save you from your spanking, though. Also, do you mind if I touch this fine ass of yours between two hits? I've been dying to do so for a while now."

Sinners. They were all sinners. Also, what was up with his ass?

"You can touch it." he replied, because it was the obvious response to give. The one which instantly came to his mind.

"Good. Here we go, then."

Spank.

Fayez let out a pained cry when Akhenaton's hand landed on his ass out of the blue. Although it hadn't been intended to cause real pain, Akhenaton had stilled slapped him harder than Ashur had. Plus, his ass was already sensitive, thanks to the fifteen previous hits.

"Look at you, little brat. Finally getting the spanking you deserve, and enjoying every bit of it." Akhenaton purred, which made Fayez's dick leak on the table, because Akhenaton's velvety voice was made of pure sin.

Spank. Spank. Spank.

"You're enjoying yourself?" Akhenaton whispered. "Because I surely am, and I know for a fact that Ash and Zeph are enjoying themselves, too. You like being watched?"

Spank.

"Answer me, brat!"

"Ye-yes" Fayez moaned shamefully. "I like it."

"Sure you do."

Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

Tears escaped Fayez's eyes, as Akhenaton's interrupted the spanking and started fondling his ass instead. It hurt, but in a good way. He actually had to bite his lips in order to keep the loud wimpers at bay.

"Almost done." Akhenaton said, as he groped the two asscheeks and spread them a bit, before hitting Fayez again in quick succession.

Fifteen.

He kinda wanted more, but there was no way he was gonna ask for more.

Suddenly, strong arms grabbed him around the waist, and he was forced to raise up, before he was spun around, his hard dick now pointing toward Ashur and Zephyr.

"Zephyr, care to come here and help our little brat?"

Fayez couldn't detach his eyes from the vampire's slender figure, as the man approched them. The vampire fell graciously on his lap, and looked up at his mate.

"Can I give you a head, squirrel?" he asked in an innocent manner, which didn't fool anyone.

When Fayez only nodded in response, the other vampire pinched the inside of his thigh.

"Words!" he ordered sweetly.

"Fuck. Yes, Zeph, you can do - you can do that. Please, do it."

Zephyr smiled. "Can't wait to taste you, Sweet Cheeks."

Without further warning, he carefully took Fayez's painfully hard member in his hand, before closing his wet lips around the purple tip.

Turned out the man was an expert at giving blowjobs. He sucked him hard, milking him with obvious enthusiasm while gently fondling his heavy balls. How could have someone as inexperienced as Fayez last long?

Gone was his control, as he moaned, cried out in pleasure, and even started drooling at some point, his eyes never leaving the vampire's blue ones.

While Zephyr was on his knees, Akhenaton was pressed flushed against his back, his own hard covered dick rubbing Fayez's ass, as he dropped little kisses on his cheeks, his neck, his shoulder.

At some point, Zephyr's fangs lightly grazed his skin, as Akhenaton's grabbed his hands and hold them safely in his own. That was it.

He exploded into the willing vampire's mouth, tears now running freely on his cheeks.

"Holy Christ." he whined, as he finally came back to his senses. "At least invite me on a date first, Zeph".

His three mates started laughing at that, but Fayez was struck by a sudden idea.

He knew how he could get Zephyr to spend some alone time with him without sounding too suspicious.

He knew how he could carry on with his plan to heal his mate.

He was going to ask Zephyr on a date.