Your Beloved Masters

Who are You?

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I moaned as I awoke comfy as ever, in an extra-plush bed with a warm blanket, and stared at my hard-on.

"Mmm... what a hot dream." I rubbed my eye.

"But it wasn't a dream." I froze and turned my head slowly. Vincent had his head propped up on Klaus' arm and was starring at me.

"Good morning, sunshine. How'd you sleep?" He pets my face.

I jumped but a strong arm held me tight to the mattress. "Relax, it's just us." Klaus drew his arm back to doodle lazy circles on my bare skin. I couldn't help the lustful chill that ran through me. "Want us to take care of this for you?" Vincent's cheeky hand slid down my chest, going lower and lower before he teasingly skimmed his finger over the head of my cock.

A breathy moan escaped my lips. "Hmm, is it too early to play around, Mister Stickler?" Klaus' lips found their way to my neck and he gently nibbled on it, before sucking on it like a Hoover vacuum.

I pressed myself against him as Vincent claimed me in his mouth.

"Orion...okay?"

Huh? That's Vincent's voice. How could Vincent talk with my dick in his mouth?

"Orion...rise and shine!" I squeaked when I was hit in the face with something plush.

I sat up in the bed and stared at the brothers who were now bickering over Klaus hitting me in the head with a pillow.

Was that all a dream?

I ducked my head under the blanket to check and found myself wearing pastel pajama pants instead of being in the nude. I did, however, catch my hard-on.

"Something the matter, babe?" Klaus approached me and put his hand to my head.

"Ah! You're so cold!" I shrieked before I put my hand on his. "You're going to give me hypothermia."

He guffawed and removed his hand, taking mine for a kiss. "And you're going to give me a fever if you keep turning that red."

He ruffled my hair as his eyes slowly trailed lower.

"Oh, I see." He had the smile of a devil on his lips.

"No, no. No more of that for now." Vincent interrupted. "It's time for breakfast. Are you feeling hungry, Orion?"

I nodded and he handed me a plate with a pastry, tea, and a few strips of bacon.

I ate my food quickly and finished off the tea, staring warily at the brothers.

"So, what are we doing today?"

Vincent hummed in thought. Klaus ran a hand through his locks.

"I guess we'll figure it out..." I grumbled. "Leave the room so I can dress, please?"

Klaus looked genuinely bewildered. "Why? We saw practically everything yesterday."

I felt a fire rise in my cheeks and embarrassment hit me like a tidal wave. I threw the same pillow I was hit with at him.

He didn't manage to catch it in time. It smacked him dead in the face.

I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from my throat. "I thought you were good at catching things," Vincent had a demeaning smirk. Klaus glared him down, murder in his eyes.

"Klaus, it was just a joke, haha! A joke!" Vincent was slowly backing away from his brother. Klaus ran at him and snatched him in arms, and held him over his shoulder as he busts open the door and ran down the hall. With a sigh, I shrugged on a robe and some slippers and chased after Klaus.