The Warrior And His Emperors

Epilogue

Eloy watched amused as Mithraos and Adharva rolled on the ground. The cover is that they are fighting and the winner comes out the best warrior. Eloy knows it is to entertain him because their little prince had been playing a war victory dance on his kidneys. He is also getting horny. These men were weird and Eloy knows it is a sort of foreplay. He is also weird because he likes it. Both joined him soon and wrapped their arms around him.

Little Aeneas was crawling on the floor next to them and all three uncles watched. Aeneas's eyes were fixed on the little bundle Dhruv was holding against his chest, showing the baby off to Aeneas.

Ekalavya and Samarth's son Daven, named after Samarth's father Davenor is now one month and ten days old. Daven was watching with wide eyes as his older brother crawled near him.

Samarth sat there leaning on Rishi and Shikhar who were both smiling. Ekalavya himself was sitting next to Rishi, occasionally talking about some of the law and order issues. Yagni sat beside Dhruv, playing with his nephews. Avdeyu Ilnaya watched, sitting back with Pahlan and Guardioni discussing some of the finer points of the talks held with the immediate neighbours.

Eloy beamed as Dhruv handed over Daven who was looking at all three of them curiously.

"He is a sweetheart. Going to break many hearts," said Mithraos fondly.

"True. My nephews are obviously going to show some of my traits and keeping the unworthy away is going to be one to those traits," said Adharva with a smirk.

"Oh yes? I remember a certain argument about your former choice in partners- started Mithraos. Adharva watched Eloy's face cloud. Both his and Mithraos's former love life are not pleasant topics not when Eloy loathed it. Oh, they have had the talk and it was not pretty.

Mithraos sobered up and pressed a kiss to Eloy's cheek and Adharva did the same with the other cheek and Eloy blushed as he looked at the rest of the family who were posing like they were not listening and then back at his husbands.

"I did warn you about your future partners hearing all about it," teased Shikhar.

"Let him be. We can embarass him like parents does forever," said Rishi. Eloy and Mithraos laughed.

"Don't laugh too much. I do remember things," said Eloy teasingly to Mithraos who almost pouted, a pout which Eloy kissed away and leaned back against Adharva.

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Adharva kissed Mithraos who was kissing back equally eagerly. They then laid back and Eloy smiled. Both men placed their head on Eloy's shoulder and looked at him.

"Maybe we can continue our debates on the name?" asked Adharva.

"I wanted to ask you both something," said Eloy.

"Since when do our High King need introductions?"asked Adharva, nibbling on Eloy's ear.

"I was just wondering. We might never know which of you gathered our baby for sure. I know you will both love them equally. I was just wondering if you both thought about this," said Eloy. Mithraos was silent. Adharva looked at him.

"It wouldn't matter like you said and I grew up with the biggest proof that blood is not everything. I was raised by the son of our chief of guards. He is the only mother/father I know. I also know that I love him as much or even more than anyone loves their birth parents. The way I see it, we made them together. They are all of ours. It doesn't matter, the blood they carry," said Adharva. Mithraos looked at them both.

"You both know I was more or less wary about having children. After seeing Aen and Dave, I can't wait for one of our own. Like he said, no matter their blood, they will be mine, ours because we made them, because you carried them. El, I have no blood family in the this world. You know if we found your family before we made a family of our own, I might have died. Because I know how I would have felt. To me the only family I have is one not of blood and trust me I wouldn't trade it for anything in this world or other. I know that love and family is more than just blood. And I think I am speaking for all three of us here now. We are one and our child is ours- not just his or yours or mine. Ours," said Mithraos.

"This is so unfair, the both of you," said Eloy looking at them both tearful.

"Love, what is wrong?" asked Mithraos.

"Nothing is. I just- God you are both just- just making me fall deeper, make my heart burst with joy and love," said Eloy hugging them both tight.

"My gems, love you," said Adharva pressing a kiss on both of their foreheads.

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Adharva and Mithraos entered the infirmary. They saw Eloy laying there covered in blanket, his breath normal and a smile on his face. All the tears from only minutes ago now gone. And then he nodded to his left side, cradled to his side, tucked in silk sheets laid their child born mere minutes ago. The healers walked out and so did Shikhar and Samarth who was Eloy's support. Eloy knew his emperors too well and they were sent away

"It's a boy," smiled Eloy.

Eloy lifted him and extended their son to both of them. They took turns taking their little bundle of joy.

Mithraos looked at the cute little eyes and the red face. He knew he was irrevocably in love. He would conquer the world for this little being in his arms. He then handed the baby back to Eloy, wanting him to be the one giving their son into Adharva's arms too.

Adharva was in awe as he took their baby in his arms. Their son looked at him. He could feel his heart melt. Oh, he would bring down the world for this little magical being in his arms. A proof of their love for each other- born from love. And a piece of all three of their soul. Anyone who looked at his little prince the wrong way is a dead one.

Eloy smiled as he took him back and then held him to feed. He wanted the first feeding to be the four of them. He wanted Adharva and Mithraos to be part of it.

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Eloy stirred at the middle of the night. Adharva was asleep. The man had been tired. Mithraos was not in the bed. Eloy knew where he would be and opened the next door in their suite where the nursery is. They keep it open when they sleep. Mithraos was gently rocking him. Adharva woke up when he felt the bed was empty. Sure enough, he saw Eloy at the door watching Mithraos making their son sleep. They named him Mannik which means gem- Mann for short.

Mithraos turned and looked at them both with a small smile.

"He got fussy," said Mithraos.

"Clearly," said Adharva fondly, running his hand through the small patch of their son's hair. Eloy took Mann into his arms.

"He did not feed well earlier. Probably why he is awake now," said Eloy and sat down to do just that as his husbands sat down on both his sides, smiles on their faces, hands tangled in his hair.

Life was good.

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Yes. Done. Thank You! The whole idea of this story started from Brock O Hurn's hair. Seriously. I wanted to write a fic where his hair is picturised in all its beauty. It just grew from there. Thanks