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The afternoon sun had turned the classroom windows a hazy gold. Dust motes floated lazily in the warm light, and the hum of conversation created a soothing atmosphere. Gao Tu’s pencil hovered above his notebook, a half-finished equation forgotten. His mind was somewhere else entirely.
Six months. It has been half a year since his life took the strangest turn.
It still amazed him that they had chosen him. He had replayed those first weeks so many times, that the memories had become permanently engraved into his mind. They were all so different, with Wenlang’s loud and sharp edge, Shaoyou’s quiet protectiveness and Hua Yong’s calm intellectual understanding, yet together they made him feel complete and safe.
He smiled to himself, tracing idle shapes on the paper. If someone had told him last year that three of the most admired people in the school would end up waiting for him after class every day, he would have laughed. Now it was his normal, something he looked forwards to everyday.
The bell rang, the sharp and sudden shrilling startling him. Gao Tu jumped, nearly knocking over his pen. Around him chairs scraped, chatter rose in volume, and the spell of his daydream broke. He hurried to gather his things, murmuring a quick goodbye to a classmate.
When he finally stepped into the corridor, he was greeting with the sight of his three lovely mates. They were impossible to miss. Their striking appearances and powerful auras natural drew attentions.
Just outside the main doors, Shaoyou and Wenlang stood facing each other, mid-argument. To anyone else, the scene might have looked tense: two of the school’s most striking upper-classmen, their voices animarted and passionate, any other person would be cautious that a fight was about to break out. However, to Gao Tu, it was a familiar scene, the bickering of the two S-class alphas was something Gao Tu had to deal with on a daily basis.
“I’m telling you, Italian,” Shaoyou said, arms folded. “He liked the pasta last time. He even said so.”
Wenlang scoffed. “He was being polite. He’d compliment a rock if it smiled at him. Something you’d never understand.”
Shaoyou blinked slowly. “I’m sorry, are you comparing yourself to a rock again? Fitting for how dense you are.”
“Oh please,” Wenlang shot back. “You talk like a walking instruction manual. It’s a miracle anyone can stay awake when you open your mouth.”
“At least people listen when I talk,” Shaoyou said coolly. “You just shout until someone gives up.”
“You talk, people listen. I talk, things get done.” Wenlang said. “You should try it sometime instead of pretending to be a calculator with legs.”
“Better a calculator than a malfunctioning radio.”
Wenlang’s laugh was short and sharp. “Keep going, Mr. Perfect. Maybe if you say enough big words, people will forget you have the personality of an empty classroom.”
Shaoyou’s smile was all teeth. “At least there’s more than just air occupying my head.”
“Still better than your sense of humor.”
“Still better than your haircut.”
That one hit; Wenlang’s hand went instinctively to his hair. “At least mine doesn’t look like it was planned by geometry.”
“Function over flash,” Shaoyou said smoothly.
“Translation: you gave up.”
“Translation: I have standards.”
“Yeah? Then lower them. The rest of us are getting altitude sickness.”
Hua Yong’s voice floated lazily from behind them. “You two done measuring your egos, honestly I thought you would be over your petty rivalry now?”
Neither of them looked back. Wenlang jabbed a finger toward Shaoyou. “Tell him to stop acting like the group project leader no one asked for.”
Shaoyou didn’t miss a beat. “Tell him to stop acting like a child in an adult body.”
“Keep talking,” Wenlang said, stepping closer, grin sharp. “One day you might actually convince yourself you’re fun.”
Shaoyou’s eyes narrowed, his voice perfectly level. “One day you might actually convince yourself you’re smart.”
They were almost nose-to-nose now, the tension humming like static.
Then Hua Yong tilted his head toward the doorway. “And there’s our omega,” he said mildly.
Both alphas froze, turning in unison.
Gao Tu stood there, halfway out of the classroom.
Wenlang’s face lit up as soon as he spotted him. “Gao Tu! Took you long enough.”
Shaoyou’s usual calm broke into a small smile. “We were just deciding about where to take you for dinner.”
“deciding,” Wenlang repeated, scoffing. “There is no deciding. We’re going for Japanese. You said you were craving sushi on Tuesday.”
Shaoyou shook his head. “Italian. You said you wanted to try more western food before.”
Both of them looked straight at Gao Tu. The hallway suddenly felt way too small.
“Uh…” Gao Tu gripped his bag strap tighter. “You guys really don’t need to fight about it…”
Wenlang leaned in a little. “We’re not fighting. I’m just proving I know you better.”
Shaoyou shot back, “You know what you want t to hear, that’s all.”
Before it could spiral, Hua Yong’s low voice cut through from where he was leaning. “Maybe let him decide before you two start another pointless argument.”
Gao Tu ducked his head, cheeks pink. “It’s okay, really. I just…” He hesitated, then smiled a little. Suddenly remembering seeing advertisements for a new restaurant “There’s a new Thai place near campus. Why don’t we try that?”
That shut them both up, their own suggestions long forgotten.
Wenlang blinked, then grinned. “Thai? Yeah, that sounds good.”
Shaoyou shrugged, pretending he wasn’t smiling too. “Fine by me.”
Hua Yong pushed off the wall with a quiet nod. “Settled, then.” Reaching for Gao Tu, pulling him into a quick hug before releasing him and guiding him towards the gates with his hand gently resting on his lower back.
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They fell into step as they left the school grounds, the late-day light softening to orange around them. The air smelled faintly of cut grass and the hint of rain that had arrived in the morning. Wenlang walked on Gao Tu’s right, already talking about the so called “idiots” he had to deal with in class and how it was unbearable without Gao Tu there, while Shaoyou matched his pace on the left, quietly adjusting Gao Tu’s bag strap so it wouldn’t slip. Hua Yong followed just behind, a steady presence that warmed the space between them.
As they crossed the street, Wenlang stretched his arms over his head. “I swear, if this place doesn’t have good portions, I’m complaining.”
Shaoyou didn’t even look at him. “You complain no matter what. Last time you said there wasn’t enough rice, even though it was a 600-gram portion.’”
“That’s because there wasn’t” Wenlang shot back. “It wasn’t filling enough.”
Gao Tu snorted before he could stop himself.
Shaoyou turned toward him immediately. “See? Even he thinks you’re ridiculous.”
“I didn’t say that!” Gao Tu said quickly, cheeks heating. “I just— it’s very important make sure your meal is filling.”
Wenlang beamed, pointing at him like he’d just won an argument. “Exactly. The only opinion worth hearing just agreed.”
Shaoyou sighed. “You’re so annoying.”
“And you’re boring, you are just mad Gao Tu agreed with me” Wenlang said, smug.
Hua Yong, who had been quiet up to now, finally spoke in that lazy, even tone of his. “If you two start fighting, I am taking Gao Tu and leaving you both on the sidewalk.”
That shut them both up for about three seconds before Wenlang muttered, “He started it.”
Shaoyou gave a soft, exasperated laugh. “You’re such a child.”
“Yeah,” Wenlang said, eyes glinting. “And you’re eighty.”
Gao Tu said, laughing again, trying to hide the warmth that spread through his chest.
When the restaurant sign came into view, glowing softly in the dusk, Wenlang pointed ahead.
“There it is,” he said. “Doesn’t look like there’s a line yet.”
“Perfect,” Shaoyou said. “Good choice, Gao Tu.”
Wenlang smiled. “See? Our Gao Tu always finds the perfect solutions.”
Gao Tu smiled shyly. “Someone has to keep the peace around here.”
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As they slowly approached the restaurant, the sweet fragrance of chilli and spices reached his noses, reaching for the door, eager to start eating, however the door swung open before Gao Tu could reach for it. Warm light and the soft hum of conversation spilled out, wrapping around them like a welcome. An omega waiter stepped forward with a practiced smile.
“Good evening. Table for four?”
Shaoyou inclined his head saying, “Yes, ideally by heating.”, always worried about Gao Tu being too cold. It was a known fact that omegas were extremely sensitive to cold, one that all three of them were very vigilante about.
“Of course. Right this way.”
They followed through the glow of pendant lamps and vibrant art on the walls. Voices rose and fell like a quiet tide, dishes clinked and clanked, laughter filled the air creating a joyful harmony. The table waiting for them sat by the window, half-hidden behind a curtain of trailing greenery, directly by a radiator.
The waiter set down the menus, bowed, and left them to settle. For a heartbeat, no one moved.
Then Wenlang and Shaoyou spoke at the same time.
“I’ll sit next to Gao Tu—”
“No, you sat beside him last time.”
“So?” Wenlang shot back, already reaching for the chair.
Shaoyou’s brows lifted in calm defiance. “So, that means it would only be fair that I get to sit next to him this time.”
“What nonsense.”
Gao Tu sighed, though a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Before either could make a move, Hua Yong stepped forward, sliding smoothly into the seat beside him.
“There,” Hua Yong said mildly, adjusting his trousers. “Problem solved.”
Wenlang froze mid-motion, then gave a daggering glare, muttering “Manipulative Psycho.”
Shaoyou shook his head, though the faint smile betraying him softened the words. “so unfair.”
Gao Tu chuckled quietly. “You guys can sit next to me next time.”
Under the table, Hua Yong’s hand found Gao Tu’s thigh, fingers tracing slow, steady circles, a quiet rhythm that instantly made the remain tension leave his body. Across from them, Wenlang met Gao Tu’s gaze and smiled, the earlier jealousy fading into affection, a look only reserved for Gao Tu. A moment later, Gao Tu felt a light pressure against his right foot, Wenlang’s own foot, a wordless touch of connection.
Shaoyou, settling beside Wenlang, brushed his own foot against Gao Tu’s left one under the table, completing the quiet circle of contact.
Each touch a soothing presence that carried its own language: Hua Yong’s calm obsession, Wenlang’s constant possessiveness, Shaoyou’s everlasting loyalty.
---
It wasn’t long before the waiter approached yet again, notepad in hand, clearly intending to take their order.
Wenlang leaned forward first, voice deep “I’ll have the green curry,” he said
Shaoyou followed smoothly and precise. “Pad Thai for me, mild. And one plate of spring rolls to share.”
“Red curry. Extra vegetables.” Hua Yong spoke last, his voice soft but firm, deliberate as ever. “Also, we will have some jasmine tea.”
Finally, all attention turned to Gao Tu. He closed his menu with a small smile. “I’ll take the Massaman curry, please. And sticky rice.”
The waiter nodded, jotting everything down quickly, but for the briefest moment, his gaze lingered on Gao Tu. Three striking young men leaning toward a single boy, fussing and caring over him, it was hard to ignore and even harder not to envy. A subtle twitch at the corner of his jaw betrayed a faint, poorly concealed flicker of jealousy before he quickly composed himself and retreated to the kitchen to place the order.
Once again left to themselves, conversation came easy, flowing smoothly through the four of them, despite the fact that all three’s orbits circled around Gao Tu, they had mastered the art of sharing and maintaining peace.
In the earlier days of their relationship, the possessive and controlling instincts they often gave into only lead to fights and arguments. Something Gao Tu despised, hating to see the people he loved cause each other harm. The numerous fights ended up resulting in Gao Tu ignoring them all for a week, not being able to couldn’t handle the constant stress of being forced to choose a side. Devastated by the object of their affection avoiding them, they formed a common understanding to stay civil within his presence. This truce seemed to work, as Gao Tu was within their arms the very next day.
Zoning back into the conversation at hand, Gao Tu realized that Hua Yong, Wenlang and Shaoyou were talking about plans for this weekend. Hearing the mention of Chimelong Ocean Kingdom, china’s biggest amusement park caught his attention.
“Chimelong Ocean Kingdom?” perplexed by the mention of the park.
Gaining the attention of his mates, who had then moved onto discussing if it was a good enough date spot or not.
“Ah Tutu, how does the amusement park sound to you?” Hua Yong inquired
“A-amusement park, well it sounds fun, I have never been before.”
Hua Yong nodded, “Then we will go to the amusement park on Saturday.”, which was quickly followed by “I will phone and book the whole park out for the day”
Gao Tu once again surprised by the length of extreme, exclaimed “Rent out the whole park? you don’t need to do that”
Multiple sounds of disagreement sounded out from around the table.
Shaoyou intervened with “It’s easy this way and safer”
Wenlang also added “Also means we don’t need to queue in those annoying lines.”
Gao Tu still unable to accept this, “Can’t we just go like normal people?”
“You don’t have to worry, it will be the same as when other people are there.” Gao Tu knew this but still sounded unfair too all those people who had already booked to go to the amusement park on Saturday in advance. However, it seemed like these three simply didn’t care, only wanting to make the day as safe and easy as it could be for Gao Tu.
“T-that’s not -, what about the people who have already payed to go on Saturday?”
“Our Tutu is just too kind.” Hua Yong replied fondly “But since you are worried about that, I will make sure they all get a refund and are able to go another day free of charge.”
Gao Tu, softly exhaled, “Okay”, He still was unsure, but he knew regardless that they would carry through with this plan. Happy with his answer, they carried on talking, mapping out all events they would do with him that day.
Shaoyou added “We should all stay at Hua Yong’s on the weekend.”, an unnecessary comment, since it’s what they did every weekend.
Hua Yong even had a specialized room designed for the sleeping of all four of them together. Sound proof walls, a bed big enough to fit all of them covered by the richest black silk sheets, walls painted in Gao Tu’s favourite shades of dark blues and blacks, an ensuite bathroom that featured a massive bath tub, that also held all of them. Everything was ensured so that they all were surrounding Gao Tu, no one spending more time with him than the other.
The gentle reminder bought joy to Gao Tu, remembering the life they were building together.
The joyful atmosphere was interrupted by the arrival of their food, the appetizing aroma and beautiful display of food, made Gao Tu’s stomach rumble in hunger.
Only eating proper meals during lunch, ones that were cooked by Hua Yong, who insisted on preparing him lunch everyday with cute little notes, that Gao Tu stores secretly in a glass jar on his bedside table.
Gao Tu was too ashamed to admit that despite working two jobs, one that they didn’t even know he had, knowing they would disagree with how much work he was doing, still didn’t have enough money to afford more than a few items from the shop. Meaning he rarely ate at home and when he did it was small snacks, barely more than two hundred calories.
His thin figure a result of the never-ending malnourishment he suffered, something that was commented on a lot, he just played it of as natural being underweight.
His father constantly gambling and his sick sisters’ medical bills constantly took money from his bank account, only leaving him with little money at the end.
All three of them would instantly jump in and pay for everything if they found out, Gao Tu couldn’t accept that, he refused to burden them. After all they had done for him, just having them in his life was already too big of a blessing. He couldn’t get greedy.
The waiter moved briskly, the man’s eyes flickered toward Gao Tu and then away again, the quickness of his movements and the almost imperceptible tightness in his jaw were something Hua Yong, Wenlang and Shaoyou all caught onto, their defences on alert. The waiter set the plates down like they burnt.
Gao Tu unaware of the tension, smiled happily at the sight of his dish. They were determined to keep that smile there, so they watched the waiter dangerously as carried out his job.
“Green curry,” he announced, placing the fragrant dish in front of Wenlang.
“Pad Thai,” for Shaoyou, who inclined his head with fake politeness.
“Red curry,” for Hua Yong, who just out right glared in response
Finally, the Massaman curry in front of Gao Tu, who thanked him. The waiter’s eyes lingered a second too long, then darted away. He murmured something about tea before disappearing naive to the predators watching him.
Gao Tu picked up his spoon, the faintest smile touching his lips. Excited to taste the heavenly food in front of him.
Shaoyou reached over and dropped a spring roll onto Gao Tu’s plate. “Eat this too. You need more than just curry.”
Wenlang, not to be outdone, pushed the some of his own Green curry onto Gao Tu’s plate. “And try this with the rice. You’ll like it.”
Hua Yong said nothing, but faint smile coloured his lips.
The faintest laugh slipped out of Gao Tu, and for a moment, the tension broke, their focus fully returning to Gao Tu, and just dismissing the thought of the waiter in favour of watching the most ethereal being to ever walk the earth.
Gao Tu scooped a bit of curry and rice together and took his first bite. The warmth bloomed across his tongue, the rich and creamy texture was delightful, with just enough spice to make his eyes widen. It was so good, a scandalised moan of pure delight escaped.
Hua Yong, Wenlang and Shaoyou’s eyes darkening at the prospect of their omega’s enjoyment, the explicit moan eliciting a primal need to claim the omega right here, to show their claim on him. Evoking past memories of when they had previously dominated and claimed him.
“Ah, this is… really good,” Gao T said sweetly surprised by how much flavour one spoonful could hold.
Snapping out of the haze of desire, the three of the quickly replied with:
“Eat slowly. There’s plenty.”
“We will definitely come here again next time.”
“Eat more.”
When the waiter returned, the soft rattle of porcelain indicating his approach.
The waiter had one tray balanced on one hand, steam curling upward from the teapot like a tornado. He wore the same customer service smile as before, but his eyes darted once again toward Gao Tu, and something sharp glinted beneath the surface.
“Your jasmine tea,” he said, voice smooth but tight.
He leaned in, the teapot tilting, too fast. A deliberate slip disguised as a stumble. The amber liquid arced through the lamplight, aimed directly for Gao Tu’s lap—
But Hua Yong was faster.
His chair scraped back sharply; one arm swept across Gao Tu’s hips before wrapping around his waist, pulling him onto his lap and out of the clear just as the scalding tea splashed across the now empty seat. The air filled with the hiss of hot liquid, the delicate scent of burnt jasmine rising like smoke.
Wenlang shot to his feet, fingers curling white around the edge of the table. Shaoyou didn’t move, but his eyes, dark and cold followed every twitch of the waiter’s hand, his own hands curling into fists.
“My apologies!” the waiter gasped with fake regret, bowing low. “Such clumsiness, I— I’m terribly sorry, sir—”
Hua Yong’s arm stayed draped protectively around Gao Tu’s waist, his voice low but laced steel and hidden fury.
“You should be,” he said. “That could have been worse.”
Gao Tu blinked, still processing the near miss. He gently touched Hua Yong’s wrist, the corners of his mouth softening in a small, reassuring smile.
“It’s okay,” he said. “It was just an accident.”
The words landed lightly, innocently, yet they froze the air around the table. Displaying the heavy contrast between them and Gao Tu, the light he carried and the darkness they harboured.
Hua Yong’s hand tightened slightly on his waist. Shaoyou’s jaw clenched, the muscle twitching once before he forced his expression smooth. Wenlang’s nails pierced his palm in attempt to calm himself.
The waiter bowed again, muttering apologies before retreating, seeming to sense the dark gazes of anger on him.
Tense silence settled in his absence. The three men’s gazes lingered on Gao Tu, their concern blurring into something deeper, darker, tender and territorial all at once.
Gao Tu brushed a stray drop of tea from his sleeve again, unconcerned. Already brushing the incident of as an accident
Hua Yong couldn’t look away from him. His fingers hovered, trembling faintly, before he dared to touch Gao Tu’s arm. The warmth of skin under his fingertips should have reassured him but it didn’t. Just the thought of harm coming to his precious fate was enough to make him go crazy.
“You’re sure it didn’t touch you?” he asked, voice hushed, almost pleading. “Not even a little? Tea that hot could leave a mark. Please, let me see.”
Gao Tu smiled faintly, trying to ease him with that quiet gantlines that drew them all to him. “I’m fine, Hua Yong. Truly. Look, not a single drop.”
But Hua Yong’s eyes flicked over him anyway, searching, the way a soldier searches a battlefield for danger.
Across the table, Shaoyou’s knuckles had gone white where his hand rested against the wood. “He did it on purpose,” he muttered, more to himself than to anyone.
“Shaoyou-” Gao Tu began, his tone patient.
But Wenlang cut in quietly, his words a whisper threaded with restraint and fury. “No, he’s right. That wasn’t an accident. He wanted to hurt you.”
Their voices dropped to near murmurs, a chorus of fear and protectiveness coiling tighter around Gao Tu’s form.
Hua Yong’s eyes softened, but his grip didn’t ease. “If I hadn’t moved…” He didn’t finish. The words hung, heavy and unfinished, swallowed by the rhythmic patter of rain.
Shaoyou’s breath hitched, anger breaking through the veneer of composure. “He shouldn’t even have been that close to you.”
“Shaoyou,” Gao Tu said gently, “you’re overreacting, it was an accident.”
“Overreacting?” Shaoyou’s laugh was sharp, frayed at the edges. “You were seconds away from being burned, A-Tu. You always-” He stopped himself, glanced aside, chest rising fast. “You never seriously look after yourself.”
Gao Tu rose from his seat with an apologetic smile. “I know you guys are protective, but the waiter didn’t mean for it to happen.”
Wenlang replied with “He absolutely di- what, where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back- I am just going to the bathroom,” he said, voice as casual as if he were stepping into the next room of a house he owned. He tucked a lock of hair behind his ear and walked away, the lamplight catching the line of his neck.
The moment his figure slipped through the doorway, the air around the table tightened like a drawn wire. Hua Yong’s hand fell away from the empty space Gao Tu had left; for the briefest instant he looked unmoored.
Shaoyou’s chairscrape broke the silence. He leaned forward, voice low and dangerous. “He did it on purpose,” he said again, with less restraint now. “You saw him. He tried to hurt A-Tu.”
Wenlang’s expression didn’t change so much as deepen. He folded his fingers together, the gesture oddly formal, like a judge deciding the fate of a criminal. “How dare he,” he said. “he needs to pay”
Hua Yong’s eyes shuttered toward the doorway where Gao Tu had gone. When he spoke, the voice was iron-strong. “We don’t let people harm him and walk away,” he said. “Not by accident. Not on purpose.”
They did not speak of specifics. They didn’t need to. The three of them came from worlds where a simply command from them could result in great chaos. Their power reached far and wide. In the anger between them formed a torturous plan of revenge and punishment.
When Gao Tu reappeared, fresh from the washroom and brushing his hands on a napkin, the three of them had already put on their faces of control. Hua Yong’s hand slipped once more to Gao Tu’s thigh, warm and possessive. No one said anything aloud; no one needed to. The atmosphere itself carried the message.
Gao Tu smiled at them warmly, “Are you all right?” he asked, concern soft in his voice.
Hua Yong’s hand tightened slightly on his thigh. “We’re fine,” he said quietly.
Wenlang gave a small nod, voice calm but carrying weight. “Yeah, It’s all fine”
Shaoyou leaned back slightly, exhaling, but his eyes stayed on Gao Tu. “We slightly overreacted,” he said too.
Gao Tu smiled faintly, accepting their words at face value. “Good,” he said, settling back into his chair fully.
They finished their meal in companionable silence, the earlier tension still lingering in the corners of their eyes, but with the simple assurance that they were okay, they could move forward.
When the check arrived, Hua Yong spoke again, quietly but firmly. “Come back with us tonight. Don’t go home alone.”
Gao Tu considered them, seeing the depth of need in their faces, not wanting to leave them with lingering worry he nodded. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll come with you.”
They walked out to the car that had been waiting outside for them and slipped inside.
The car moved steadily through the rain-slick streets, headlights cutting through the night. The driver was focused a head, prohibited to look back, forbidden to catch a glimpse of Gao Tu, order specifically given by Hua Yong and agreed upon by the other two.
Gao Tu leaned into Shaoyou, resting his head on his shoulder. Hua Yong sat close on the other side, watching him carefully, fingers flexing as if to reach out but holding back. Wenlang was beside them, quietly observing Gao Tu’s profile.
Rain pattered against the windows, soft and rhythmic. No one spoke; the quiet carried all the worry, care, and unspoken promise that Gao Tu would reach home safely.
When the car pulled up to Hua Yong’s apartment, the tension had eased slightly, but their eyes and gestures still made it clear: he would not leave tonight, he would only be safe with them.
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The heavy apartment door clicked shut, the sound a final barrier against the outside world. The air, thick with the mingled scents of orchid, iris, and orange-rum, instantly turned claustrophobic. Possessive. Before Gao Tu could take another step, strong hands were on him, turning him, guiding him with a desperate urgency down the hall toward the master suite.
“Come with us.” Wenlang murmured, his voice a low thrum against Gao Tu’s ear, his iris scent enveloping him from behind
Shaoyou growled from his side, a hand splayed across Gao Tu’s stomach, pulling him back against a hard, muscular frame.
Hua Yong led the way, his silence more profound, more terrifying than any words. He pushed the bedroom door open and guided Gao Tu to the center of the large bed, his dark eyes burning with a fervent light.
Their movements were a practiced, synchronized dance of claiming. Fingers, nimble and impatient, worked at the buttons of his shirt, the buckle of his belt.
It was Hua Yong who found it. His hands, which had been smoothing down Gao Tu’s side, stilled completely. The air around him, once fragrant with the rich aroma of orchids, turned sharp, acrid. Sour. The sudden shift was a physical blow in the room. Wenlang and Shaoyou froze, their own hands pausing, heads snapping up.
“What is it?” Wenlang’s voice was dangerously soft.
Hua Yong didn’t speak. His fingers, trembling with a contained, icy rage, gently turned Gao Tu’s wrist. There, just below the heel of his palm, was a tiny, barely-there red mark from where the splatter of hot oil had caught him at the restaurant.
Hua Yong’s eyes, when they met Gao Tu’s, were black pools of chaotic fury. “You said you weren’t injured.”
Gao Tu’s pulse fluttered. “It’s nothing, A-Yong. It’s tiny. I hardly feel it.”
Wenlang stepped closer, his iris scents a calming wave trying to crash against Hua Yong’s storm. “You should have told us, Tu.”
“I’m sorry,” Gao Tu breathed, the first hint of his own sage scent beginning to sweeten the air, a response to their intense focus. “I’ll tell you next time. I promise.”
A muscle ticked in Hua Yong’s jaw. The sour note in his pheromones receded, replaced by the overpowering, heady scent of orchid, a fragrance of pure, unadulterated obsession. He gave a single, sharp nod. The undressing resumed, but the languid possessiveness was gone, replaced by a fierce, singular need to erase the outside world, to reclaim what was theirs.
Clothes were torn away, not with violence, but with an impatient reverence. Gao Tu was laid bare on the dark sheets, a pale offering amidst his three obsessions.
Hua Yong’s gaze was a brand as he crawled onto the bed, settling between Gao Tu’s legs. He didn’t speak. He simply leaned down and pressed his open mouth to the tiny burn on Gao Tu’s wrist, his tongue laving the spot with a possessive apology that seared hotter than anywater.
The touch was electric. Gao Tu gasped, back arching off the bed, a fresh wave of his slick beginning to coat his inner thighs, his sage fragrance blooming in the room. Fuck, that felt good.
Hua Yong’s fingers found his entrance, already glistening. One thick digit pressed inside without preamble, and Gao Tu cried out, a sharp, wanton sound. “Ahh a-ah”
“So eager for me,” Hua Yong rumbled, his voice thick with lust.
He worked a second finger in, scissoring, stretching, the wet, filthy sounds echoing Gao Tu’s choked moans. The stretch was perfect, a delicious burn that promised so much more.
When a third finger joined, curling deep, Gao Tu saw stars, his body clenching rhythmically around the invasion. “So fucking tight. Drenching my hand. You were made for this, Tutu. Made to take us.”
Once he was deemed ready, Hua Yong rearranged him with effortless strength, pulling him up onto his hands and knees.
The classic mating position. A shudder of pure anticipation wracked Gao Tu’s frame. He felt Hua Yong’s solid weight press against his back, the blunt, heavy head of his cock nudging at his slicked-up entrance.
“Mine,” Hua Yong snarled, and drove home in one brutal, perfect thrust.
Gao Tu screamed, the sound tearing from his throat as he was filled to the brim.
There was no gentle pace, no slow build. Hua Yong set a punishing rhythm immediately, each powerful snap of his hips slamming Gao Tu forward, his grip on Gao Tu’s hips sure to leave bruises. The bed rocked with the force of it.
Shaoyou moved then, circling to the front. He cupped Gao Tu’s face, lifting it. “Look at me, beautiful. Let me taste you.”
He captured Gao Tu’s mouth in a deep, starving kiss. It was all tongue and teeth and shared breath, a messy, wet claiming that had Gao Tu moaning directly into Shaoyou’s mouth. The orange-and-rum scent was intoxicating, a dizzying counterpoint to the orchid fury pounding into him from behind.
Wenlang, watching with dark, hungry eyes, knelt beside them. He took one of Gao Tu’s flailing hands and pressed it firmly against the hard, straining bulge in his trousers.
“Feel what you do to me,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Feel how hard I am, just from watching him fuck you.” Gao Tu palmed him through the fabric, eliciting a guttural groan from Wenlang.
Hua Yong’s pace became erratic, his thrusts losing their brutal precision for something more primal, more desperate. His breath was a hot gust on Gao Tu’s neck. “Gonna knot you,” he grunted, the words a promise and a threat. “Gonna lock myself inside you. Make sure you remember who you belong to.”
The pressure built, immense and overwhelming, and then his knot swelled, locking them together with a final, searing thrust. Hua Yong came with a roar, his body shuddering violently as he emptied himself deep inside Gao Tu, his bite sharp and claiming on Gao Tu’s shoulder.
Gao Tu came untouched, his own release painting the sheets beneath him as pleasure short-circuited his thoughts.
As Hua Yong’s knot began to subside, the other two were there instantly. Shaoyou, now naked and gloriously hard, guided Gao Tu upwards, onto his knees
Wenlang moved behind, his own cock slick and ready. They moved him like a cherished doll, positioning him for their shared need.
Shaoyou lifted one of Gao Tu’s legs up to his waist, his cock nudging at his well-used entrance. Wenlang pressed against Shaoyou’s cock, a new, thrilling pressure. “please,” Gao Tu begged, his voice wrecked. “Please, I need-ah…”
They pushed in together, a synchronized, breathtaking invasion that stole the air from Gao Tu’s lungs. Shaoyou was in front, one hand a hot brand on his ribs, the other gripping his waist, holding him steady as he began to move. He leaned down, his mouth on Gao Tu’s neck, licking and kissing the sensitive skin there, his orange-rum scent a sweet fog.
Wenlang was a solid wall of heat at his back, one hand hooking under Gao Tu’s thigh, hiking it up to allow for deeper, more devastating thrusts. His other hand splayed across Gao Tu’s waist, holding him in place. Gao Tu felt Wenlang’s lips on his ear, then the sharp, perfect pain of teeth sinking into the lobe.
The dual sensations were unbearable, incredible. He was the center of their universe, the sole focus of their relentless, worshipful fucking.
He was full in ways he hadn’t known were possible, every thrust from Shaoyou met by a counter-thrust from Wenlang, creating a dizzying, pleasure-soaked friction that had him babbling incoherently.
“So good, you feel so fucking good,” Shaoyou moaned against his neck, his rhythm faltering.
Wenlang’s breath hitched, his bite on Gao Tu’s ear tightening. “Coming… Tutu…!”
Their knots swelled in near unison, a double claim, locking them together in an inseparable, pulsing triad of ecstasy. Gao Tu’s world dissolved into pure, white-hot sensation as they filled him, his own broken cry of completion swallowed by Shaoyou’s mouth.
His world was a syrupy, fucked-out haze, a pleasant thrumming ache deep in his bones and a more immediate, delicious soreness that clenched every time he shifted. The weight of Wenlang and Shaoyou, still locked inside him by their knots, was a heavy, possessive anchor to reality. He was theirs. Utterly.
Strong arms, slick with a fine sheen of sweat, slid beneath him. Hua Yong’s orchid scent, now calm and deeply satisfied, washed over him as he was lifted, cradled against a broad, muscular chest. Wenlang and Shaoyou moved with him, a careful, grunting symphony of disentanglement as their knots finally released.
“Easy,” Hua Yong murmured, his voice a low rumble against Gao Tu’s temple. “We have you.”as he lifted him up and carried jim over to the closet room.
The disheveled sheets from their earlier passion were been stripped away by Wenlang, replaced with fresh, cool linens that smelled faintly of lavender. From a sleek dresser, Hua Yong produced a set of silken pyjamas, the colour of pale moonlight.
“Arms up,” Wenlang instructed softly.
Gao Tu complied, his muscles feeling like liquid. Hua Yong guided the soft top over his head, the silk whispering against his skin like a lover’s caress. The sensation, so simple and gentle, made him sway on his feet. Hua Yong was there instantly, a solid wall for him to lean against, his orchid scent a calming anchor.
Shaoyou knelt to help him into the bottoms, his broad shoulders blocking Gao Tu’s view. His hands, so capable of delivering shattering pleasure, were impossibly tender as they guided Gao Tu’s feet through the legs of the pyjamas and drew the waistband up his hips. His fingers lingered for a moment, tracing the sharp line of Gao Tu’s hip bone through the fine fabric,a body shutter worked through Gao Tu, and he sagged more heavily against Hua Yong.
He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss just above the silk-covered juncture of Gao Tu’s thigh, the heat of it branding him through the material.
Then they were guiding him toward the massive bed. Hua Yong climbed in first, settling against the headboard and opening his arms. Gao Tu went to him without hesitation, letting himself be pulled back against that immense chest, his back flush to Hua Yong’s front. The enigma’s arms wrapped around him, holding him secure.
Wenlang slid in on his right side, turning on his side to face him. He draped an arm across Gao Tu’s waist, his hand coming to rest possessively. His iris scent, calm and deep, wove through the orchid.
Shaoyou turning off the last light and took his place on Gao Tu’s left. He mirrored Wenlang’s pose, his broad frame curling around Gao Tu, his face nuzzling into Gao Tu’s stomach. His warm, orange-and-rum breath fanned over Gao Tu’s skin, and a contented sigh escaped him.
Gao Tu relaxed and complete, felt his eyes flatter and slowly shut as bright darkness swallowed him.