Eternal Ruins: A Dance of Storms

In the hallowed silence of the library, Eli's fingers traced the dusty spines of ancient tomes, their secrets whispering to him like old friends. The scent of aged parchment and faded ink filled his lungs, a comforting familiarity that made him feel at home among the echoes of history. But today, his curiosity drew him away from the familiar shelves. A hidden doorway, a subtle shift in the architecture, had caught his eye. It beckoned him, an enigmatic invitation to unravel new mysteries. The iron handle creaked under his touch, and the door swung open to reveal a descending spiral staircase, its stones worn smooth by time. Eli’s heart thrummed with excitement as he ventured deeper, the air growing cooler and damper with each step. When he finally reached the bottom, his breath caught in his throat. Before him lay ancient ruins, a forgotten vault hidden beneath the library’s basement. The intricate carvings on the stone walls spoke of long-lost rituals and arcane lore, their stories itching to be read. In the shadows, a figure emerged, a man with eyes as dark as the ruins themselves. His presence was commanding, a force that filled the chamber. Eli felt a strange stirring, a mixture of caution and exhilaration. The man stood there, arms crossed, leather gloves and boots against long lost antiquity, "You shouldn't be here." The man’s voice echoed through the chamber, a low rumble like distant thunder. Eli squared his shoulders, undeterred. "And who are you to say so?" The man moved closer, his every step deliberate, predatory. "Tempest. And this place is mine." Eli’s eyebrow arched in defiance. "You can’t own a piece of history, Tempest. And I’m Eli. I work upstairs." Tempest loomed over him, close enough for Eli to feel the heat radiating from his body. "I know who you are, Eli. I know everything that happens in this library." Their eyes locked, and a silent battle of wills ensued. Eli could feel the weight of Tempest’s gaze, the intensity that seemed on the verge of either a storm or ignition. "This place is dangerous," Tempest said, his voice a low growl. He reached out, his gloved hand gently brushing a strand of hair away from Eli’s face. The gesture was possessive but surprisingly tender. "And so am I. Stay away." "Then why do I feel more alive than ever?" He countered, stepping closer, feeling his body hum with excitement that pulsed in the air. With bated breath, Eli made the first move, leaning in to press his lips to Tempest’s. It was a kiss of defiance, a challenge to Tempest’s warning. But it quickly morphed into something else. Tempest’s stubble scratched his chin, fanning the embers of excitement that smoldered within him. The leather from his gloves creaked under Eli's fingers as they twisted in the material, completing a circuit of limited exploration. The taste, the tangible power, the whisper of ancient taboo came off of Tempest. Eli’s tongue darted out, tracing the seam of Tempest's lips, seeking entry with a quiet insistence. The taunt wasn't necessary as his opponent quickly crumbled. Tempest groaned, deep and resonant, then opened for him, allowing their tongues to twine in a heated dance. The air around them seemed to sizzle with the force of their connection. Tempest’s hands roamed Eli’s body, as if he were claiming every curve and line. He gripped Eli’s waist, pulling him flush against his own body, making it impossible to ignore the hard length of his arousal pressing into Eli’s stomach. There was no mistaking the clear image of ownership that Tempest wanted to express. "This is your final warning, Eli," Tempest murmured against Eli’s lips, nipping slightly before pulling away. "I can’t stop what happens next." Eli’s chest heaved as he looked up at Tempest, his eyes shining with defiance and desire. "I don’t want you to stop. Show me why you’re worth the risk." Tempest’s smile was fierce, a baring of teeth that sent a shiver of anticipation down Eli’s spine. He backed Eli against one of the ancient stone walls, the cold seeping through his clothes, a stark contrast to the heat of Tempest’s body. He leaned down, his teeth grazing Eli’s jaw, trailing down to his neck. Eli gasped as Tempest bit gently, sucking the flesh into his mouth, leaving a mark. The sensation shot straight to Eli’s groin, his arousal straining against his jeans. Tempest’s gloved hands moved to Eli’s shirt, deftly undoing the buttons before pushing it off his shoulders. He traced the lines of Eli’s collarbone, the planes of his chest, his fingers dipping into the curves of his muscles. Eli’s breath hitched as Tempest’s thumbs brushed his nipples, the friction of leather against sensitive skin drawing a moan from deep within him. Dropping to his knees before Eli, he looked up at him through dark lashes. Slowly and with intent, Tempest unbuttoned Eli’s jeans, his hands pulling the fabric down, his boxers momentarily caught before they succumbed to the power pulling them away. Cool air caressed the top half of his now exposed legs. Impulsively, Eli's fingers found Tempest’s hair, intending to direct his head, but a sharp glint reflecting off of his eyes made him pause. This was Tempest’s show, his moment to prove the truth of his words. Eli's breath misted in the cool air of the ancient ruins, the taste of Tempest still lingering on his lips. He should have heeded the warning, should have turned back to the safety of the library above. But the pull of the unknown was too strong, the allure of the forbidden too enticing. He wanted to know more—about the ruins, about Tempest, about the storm that seemed to be gathering around them both. He stepped further into the chamber, his fingers tracing the intricate carvings on the stone walls. The symbols were unlike anything he had ever seen, swirls and lines that seemed to dance and shift in the dim light. The air was thick with dust and age, but there was something else too, a charge, an electricity that prickled his skin. The sound of footsteps echoed behind him, slow and deliberate. Eli didn't need to turn to know it was Tempest. He could feel his presence, a magnetic force that drew him in, even as it warned him away. He continued his exploration, moving deeper into the ruins, Tempest's gaze burning into his back. "You're playing with fire, Eli," Tempest growled, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the very stones themselves. Eli turned to face him, his heart pounding in his chest. "Maybe I want to get burned." Tempest's eyes flashed, a storm surge of desire and danger. He stalked closer, his movements fluid, predatory. Eli held his ground, his breath hitching as Tempest's body pressed against his, backing him up against the cold stone wall. "You're making it impossible for me to keep my distance," Tempest murmured, his voice rough with need. His gloved hands cupped Eli's face, his thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. Eli could feel the heat of him, the hard length of his arousal pressing into his hip. He drew in a shaky breath, his body aching with anticipation. Tempest leaned down, his breath hot on Eli's face. "You've become an obsession, Eli," he whispered, his voice raw, possessive. And then he kissed him, a deep, passionate claiming that stole Eli's breath and set his body aflame. . Eli moaned into the kiss, his fingers digging into Tempest's biceps, holding on as if he were being swept away by a storm. He could feel how they tensed and flexed, a rumble of approval echoing out of Tempest’s chest as his combatants arms appeared to show the hefty burden of his muscle. Tempest's tongue invaded his mouth, stroking and exploring, marking him, owning him with every slick caress. The scent of leather and man filled Eli's nostrils, a heady mix that was Tempest's alone. The leather, soft yet smooth between his fingers folds, felt like a good omen on the hands of a new relationship. His hands twined above Tempest's shirt sleeve, the thick and firm forearm filling his palms. He could feel the bulge of his muscles, the strength that was leashed within him. Eli pulled back, gasping for breath, his lips feeling deliciously bruised. Tempest's mouth moved to his jaw, his teeth grazing the stubble before biting down on his neck. Eli's cock throbbed, his body arching into Tempest's as a low moan escaped his lips. But suddenly, Tempest tensed around him, eyes flickering through the dark. Stiffly, he pulled away, body remaining tense from his stay of arousal, and breath still steaming out against the cold air. There was noise coming from above, as if the sleeping library started to stir with curiosity. "I need you to go back." "What is it? Is there something wrong?" "I need to take care of it." His hands pressed against Eli's cheek, this time ensuring he was awake and present. "Please. Tell me you will stay where it is safe." This is the place where they both felt safe. Eli didn’t say this but was content to simply nod. Aloud, he said "If we both go, then where’s the problem? Why are we being interrupted?" "You shouldn’t be worried." He ground his hips against Eli sharply, sealing the statement with a fierce but quick kiss. "But there are things you have to do. Please, return to your world." Eli feigned pouted, "And if I don't?" He looked forward to a joke, something to ease the tension. "Are you going to pull me out of the library? Lock me up with your keys?" The sound of Tempest’s approval showed up as a rough, suggestive growl, accompanied by another roll of his hips that started against Eli's. "What a wonderful, wonderful idea." His gloved palm wavered along the man's collarbone, working down towards his chest, never losing eye contact. The pressure didn't hurt too much - it just underlined the words, like a carved underline. "I'll ensure that you’re safely confined to my bed next time." Hearing their mouths parted, he swooped into Eli’s, thrusting with his tongue, exploring the insides of the warm flesh, that enclosed his member. After a second of using his tongue, he removed it, eyes studying Eli's flushed and wet appearance, "But not now - there's nothing to tie you down." Eyeing his surroundings, Eli saw that the man was speaking the truth. But he didn't know what it would look like for Tempest to possess those tying tools. As he continued exploring the man's body, Eli tried being so close, pressing against him, he displayed his warmth to him. "Promise me later then." "Then listen to me. Stay where I know you’re safe." "That's too far- can you hear it?" Eli said, attempting to focus on the clamor in the library. There was something about the noises which couldn't be ignored—and the alarm just above wouldn’t stop flashing—if it was a security alarm. The thought left as soon as it came, but left Eli assuring himself that something was up in the library. "We can solve it." "I can, you let me." Nodding the suggestion, Eli pursed his lips, taking a second for an additional kiss, "I'll take you up on it. If you can promise to say it’s safe." Tempest’s sigh was resolute, offering his gloved hand to Eli, each finger bent in invitation. He waited for Eli to take it. "I should take you to the stairs." Now, allowing Eli’s hand to be firmly intertwined in his, he turned back, pulling his companion along through the ancient ruins. Manoeuvring towards the stairs, there was a strange sense of defeated angst in the air, fueled with an unusual rush of hormones. Some things weren't fixed when Eli left Tempest ahead of the stairs, but there had been clarity in the darkened storm signs before he left. It was obvious that the tempest within the ruin depths wouldn’t be waiting for long; in fact, if it was even expressing a warning before it truly started. "Go. Quickly." And like this, Evan ascended, glancing down only a last time to catch a reflection of those powerful eyes before he couldn't escape. They had seemed to show a mix of cold implacability and hot anticipation of what was coming next. Eli had never got a good chance to glance directly at them. He soon emerged into the basement on the other end. The ancient ruins he had just left seemed to be acutely present yet, and when he entered into the softly lit floors of the library above, he began to miss that coldness, somehow so easy to feel removed from in this new muffled. He took his phone out of his pockets, automatically returning his pants with a clean swoop. The phone had been inserted in silent mode when he slipped from the library before—this was how his intimate encounter may have stemmed from deaf ears to now only the sound of faint buzzes far from answering. Nearly twenty missed calls, a dozen from the ailing librarian of the research department, uncle Seb. This was when Eli got his first sign of what would be waiting for him—he simply knew that the library’s serenity—at least in the hours he was out of contact—had been utterly destroyed. In the quietude of the library, Eli found it challenging to concentrate. His mind was a whirlwind of ancient ruins and heated encounters, of Tempest’s stormy eyes and the possessive touch of leather-clad hands. He yearned for the cool darkness of the hidden chamber, for the exhilarating danger that Tempest promised. The taste of him lingered on Eli’s lips, a ghostly reminder of their intense connection. But the library demanded his attention. The usual serenity had been shattered by an unsettling energy, an undercurrent that Eli couldn’t quite decipher. He moved through the stacks, his fingers trailing over the spines of books, their titles blurring before his eyes. The air was thick with anticipation, as if the very walls were holding their breath, waiting. The main doors of the library creaked open, a gust of wind sweeping through the aisles, causing pages to flutter and dust motes to dance. Eli turned to see a figure striding in, commanding and elegant. The man was tall and lithe, his hair as dark as a raven’s wing, his eyes a piercing blue. He moved with a fluid grace, a sharp contrast to Tempest’s stormy intensity. This man was a calm sea to Tempest’s thunder, and Eli felt an inexplicable pull towards him. As the man approached, Eli could see the faint lines of a tattoo peeking out from under his collar, intricate and mysterious. He extended a hand, his smile warm and inviting. "You must be Eli," he said, his voice smooth as velvet. "I’m Obsidian. I believe we have a mutual acquaintance." Eli’s hand slid into Obsidian’s, his grasp firm and sure. "Tempest," he said, the name a caress on his lips. Obsidian’s eyebrow arched slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Indeed," he replied. "He’s spoken quite a bit about you." Eli’s pulse quickened, a blush creeping up his neck. What had Tempest said? Did he share the details of their heated encounter? The thought sent a thrill through him, a dangerous excitement that curled in his stomach. Obsidian leaned in, his voice low and conspiratorial. "He’s not one to share, you know. But I think he might make an exception for you." His fingers brushed against Eli’s, a soft, intimate touch that sent a jolt of electricity through him. Before Eli could respond, a low growl echoed through the library. Tempest stood at the end of the aisle, his eyes dark and dangerous. His gaze flicked between Eli and Obsidian, a muscle in his jaw twitching. Eli could feel the storm rolling off him, the air crackling with tension. Tempest stalked forward, his movements predatory. He inserted himself between Eli and Obsidian, a physical barrier that was impossible to ignore. "You shouldn’t be here, Obsidian," he growled, his voice a low rumble of thunder. Obsidian, however, seemed unfazed. He leaned against the bookshelf, his pose casual and unconcerned. "And yet, here I am," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "You can’t keep me away, Tempest. Not when there’s something so... intriguing to explore." His eyes flicked to Eli, a clear indication of his interest. Tempest’s hands clenched into fists, the leather of his gloves creaking. Eli could feel the heat of his body, the possession radiating off him in waves. He reached out, his hand resting on Tempest’s arm, a silent plea for calm. "Don’t let me interrupt your... reunion," Eli said, his voice a low murmur. He could feel the tension in Tempest’s muscles, the storm ready to break. "Perhaps we should take this somewhere more private." Tempest’s eyes flashed, a mixture of desire and danger. He nodded sharply, his hand wrapping around Eli’s wrist, a shackle meant to keep him close. He led them through the library, his stride purposeful, Obsidian following close behind, a triumphant smirk still on his lips. They descended to the hidden chamber, the air growing cooler and damper with each step. Eli’s heart pounded in his chest, a drumbeat of anticipation and nervousness. He could feel the weight of their gazes, the intensity of their desires. The room seemed to hum with energy, the ancient ruins bearing witness to the tempest about to be unleashed. Tempest turned to Eli, his hands cupping his face, his thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. His touch was possessive, a clear claim of ownership. "You are mine, Eli," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Mine to protect. Mine to pleasure." Eli’s breath hitched, the intensity in Tempest’s eyes stealing his breath. He leaned into the touch, his body craving more. But Obsidian was not so easily dismissed. He moved behind Eli, his body pressed against his back, his breath hot on his neck. "And what if he wants more, Tempest?" Obsidian murmured, his voice a silken caress. "What if he wants to feel both the storm and the sea?" Eli gasped as Obsidian’s hands slid up his sides, his touch a cool contrast to Tempest’s heat. He was caught between them, a tug of war between storm and sea, danger and calm. His body ached with need, his cock throbbing with anticipation. Tempest’s eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling in his chest. But he did not pull away. Instead, he leaned in, his lips crashing against Eli’s in a fierce, claiming kiss. Eli moaned into the kiss, his fingers digging into Tempest’s biceps, holding on as if he were being swept away by a storm. Behind him, Obsidian’s hands moved to his hips, his fingers deftly unbuttoning his jeans. Eli gasped as Obsidian’s hand slipped inside, his fingers wrapping around his length, stroking him with sure, steady movements. He bucked into the touch, a moan torn from his lips as Tempest’s kiss deepened, his tongue invading his mouth, claiming him, owning him. Tempest pulled back, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with desire. He looked down at Eli, his gaze fierce and possessive. "You are mine, Eli," he growled. "But for tonight, you can be ours." Eli’s heart pounded in his chest, the intensity of their gazes sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He nodded, his voice a breathless whisper. "Yes. Yes, I want that." Tempest’s smile was fierce, a baring of teeth that sent a thrill of excitement through Eli. He stepped back, his hands moving to his belt, unbuckling it with quick, efficient movements. Eli’s breath hitched as Tempest revealed his cock, thick and hard, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. Behind him, Obsidian’s hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it with slow, deliberate movements. He slid it off Eli’s shoulders, his fingers tracing the lines of his collarbone, the planes of his chest. Eli’s breath hitched as Obsidian’s thumbs brushed his nipples, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his groin. Tempest stepped forward, his hand wrapping around his length, stroking it with slow, sure movements. Eli licked his lips, his gaze fixed on the movement, his body aching with need. He reached out, his hand covering Tempest’s, his fingers learning the rhythm, the pressure. Tempest groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closed in pleasure. Eli leaned forward, his tongue darting out, licking the bead of precum from the tip. Tempest’s hips bucked, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Eli took him into his mouth, his head bobbing as he took him deeper, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. Behind him, Obsidian’s hands moved to his hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as he ground his own arousal against Eli’s ass. Eli moaned around Tempest’s cock, the vibration drawing a groan from deep within his chest. Obsidian’s hands moved to his cheeks, spreading him, exposing him. Eli felt a cool, slick finger press against his entrance, circling, teasing. He bucked back against the touch, a muffled moan escaping his lips as Obsidian’s finger slipped inside, stretching him, preparing him. Tempest’s hands tangled in his hair, his hips thrusting, fucking his mouth with deep, steady strokes. Eli was overwhelmed, consumed by sensation, drowning in a sea of pleasure. Obsidian added another finger, scissoring them, stretching him wider. Eli moaned, the sound vibrating around Tempest’s cock. Tempest’s grip tightened in his hair, his hips thrusting faster, his breath ragged. "Fuck, Eli," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Your mouth feels so good." Eli hummed in response, his eyes watering as Tempest hit the back of his throat. Behind him, Obsidian’s fingers slipped out, replaced by the blunt head of his cock. Eli tensed for a moment, anticipation and nervousness warring within him. Obsidian leaned forward, his breath hot on Eli’s ear. "Relax, Eli," he murmured, his voice a silken caress. "Let us take care of you." Eli took a deep breath, forcing his body to relax. Obsidian slipped inside, a slow, steady pressure that filled him completely. Eli moaned around Tempest’s cock, his body adjusting to the intrusion. Tempest’s grip tightened in his hair, his hips stilling as Obsidian began to move, his thrusts slow and steady. Eli was consumed by sensation, the taste of Tempest in his mouth, the feel of Obsidian moving within him. He was caught between them, a storm and a sea, danger and calm. And he never wanted it to end. Obsidian’s pace quickened, his hips slapping against Eli’s ass, his breath coming in quick gasps. Eli could feel his own orgasm building, the pleasure coiling in his stomach, ready to snap. Tempest’s grip in his hair tightened, his hips thrusting faster, his breath ragged. "Fuck, Eli," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "I’m going to come." Eli hummed in encouragement, his eyes watering as Tempest hit the back of his throat. With a final thrust, Tempest came, his cock pulsing, his release spilling down Eli’s throat. Eli swallowed eagerly, his own orgasm crashing over him as Obsidian thrust deep, his cock pulsing with his own release. Eli’s body convulsed, his cock throbbing as he came, his moans muffled around Tempest’s cock. He felt as if he were floating, consumed by pleasure, drowning in a sea of sensation. Tempest slipped from his mouth, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with satisfaction. Behind him, Obsidian slipped out, his hands gently caressing Eli’s hips, his touch a soothing balm to his heated flesh. Eli sagged between them, his body limp, his breath coming in quick gasps. He felt as if he had been consumed by a storm, tossed in a sea, and emerged forever changed. He looked up at Tempest, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I am yours, Tempest," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "But I am Obsidian’s too. I am both the storm and the sea." Tempest’s eyes flashed, a mixture of possession and resignation. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Eli’s in a soft, tender kiss. Behind him, Obsidian pressed a kiss to his shoulder, a silent vow of agreement. Eli was theirs, caught between the storm and the sea, consumed by danger and calm. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. In the quietude of the ancient ruins, a new dynamic had been forged, a delicate balance of power and possession. And as Eli stood between them, his body still humming with pleasure, he knew that this was only the beginning. The storm was just beginning to gather on the horizon, and the sea was starting to swell. And he was ready to face whatever came next, as long as he had Tempest and Obsidian by his side. In the quiet aftermath of their encounter, Eli found himself wandering through the ancient ruins, his body still humming with residual pleasure. The air was cool and damp, a stark contrast to the heat that had consumed him mere moments ago. He could feel the weight of Tempest and Obsidian's gazes as they watched him, their eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and possession. Eli's fingers traced the intricate carvings on the stone walls, the symbols seeming to dance and shift in the dim light. He could feel the history etched into every line, every curve. The ruins seemed to whisper their secrets, begging to be heard, to be understood. He moved deeper into the chamber, his curiosity piqued by a peculiar glow emanating from a hidden alcove. As he approached, the glow intensified, pulsing with an ancient energy that seemed to call out to him. Nestled within the alcove was an artifact, a stone carved into the shape of a heart, its surface adorned with symbols that matched those on the walls. It was beautiful, mesmerizing, and Eli couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. The moment his fingers brushed against the stone, a jolt of energy surged through him. The artifact pulsed with light, the symbols glowing like embers, and Eli was flooded with visions. He saw a love triangle unfold before his eyes, a dance of passion and jealousy, of love and sacrifice. Three figures entwined, their bodies moving in a primal rhythm, their hearts bound by a force greater than themselves. But the vision darkened, the passion turning to violence, the love morphing into a desperate, clawing need. A great sacrifice was demanded, a price that had to be paid. Eli gasped, his body convulsing as the vision released him, the artifact's glow fading, leaving it nothing more than a cold, lifeless stone. Eli stumbled back, his breath coming in quick gasps, his heart pounding in his chest. He turned to find Tempest and Obsidian standing behind him, their eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Tempest stepped forward, his hands cupping Eli's face, his thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. His touch was possessive, a clear claim of ownership. "What happened, Eli?" he growled, his voice a low rumble. "What did you see?" Eli took a deep breath, the visions still fresh in his mind, raw and vivid. He told them of the love triangle, of the passion and jealousy, of the great sacrifice demanded. As he spoke, Tempest's eyes darkened, a storm brewing within them. Obsidian, however, remained calm, his gaze thoughtful, contemplative. "A prophecy," Obsidian murmured, his voice a silken caress. "A warning from the past." Tempest's hands tightened on Eli's face, his eyes fierce and possessive. "You are mine, Eli," he growled. "I won't let anyone or anything take you from me." Eli's heart swelled at the intensity in Tempest's eyes, the fierce protection and possession. But he couldn't ignore the prophecy, the warning that seemed to be etched into his very soul. He looked up at Tempest, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I am yours, Tempest," he whispered. "But I am Obsidian's too. We are bound, the three of us, bound by something greater than ourselves." Tempest's eyes flashed, a mixture of jealousy and resignation. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Eli's in a soft, tender kiss. Behind him, Obsidian pressed a kiss to his shoulder, a silent vow of agreement. Eli was theirs, caught between the storm and the sea, consumed by danger and calm. And as he stood between them, his body still humming with pleasure and power, he knew that the prophecy was not a warning, but a promise. A promise of love and sacrifice, of passion and pain. And he was ready to face whatever came next, as long as he had Tempest and Obsidian by his side. Tempest's protecting instinct heightened to a new level as his thick arm scooped around Eli's waist, keeping him encircled with his warmth. "Nobody will ever take you away." He vowed, pressing him closer into his body. A baritone growl thumping through his chest, sung out. Obsidian seemed just as resolute, stepping forward, one cold and one warm hand enclosing Eli on their free hand. "I agree. Eli, you're our man. Whether it is either of us, you are never to be touched." Just as his body stopped shaking, it was Obsidian's turn to question, "We are stronger now, though. How could we be a prophesy?" It was impossible not to sense the throbbing in either of his arms. Questions upon questions as the deeper meaning of the prophecy was now cornering the trio. Large powerful hands now struck below his shoulders, pressing him along the sofa, and with a hard face to Tempest, "There's nothing to worry about Eli." Slipping his pants down and off, quaking along the way. "I'm just checking." He felt Obsidian—his cold hands now caressing his thighs, moving up. Wondering what "checking" meant in this context, his natural instinct was to move forward, holding onto to Tempest, but he was too strong. Tempest's palm cupped Eli's side of the face, "It's fine - just relax" - affirming things were under control. The caressing hands moved with a steady movement up his thighs. Before he knew it, the two hands pulled each thigh apart. "I'm seeing if everything's fine," - as his fingers bypassed his balls, wrapping around the erect shaft, clicking in place, Encased in cool hands-on contact, must've been what he was doing for "checking." The intuitive placement made him feel electric charge running up all along his leg meridians. Shockwaves of anticipation crashing into his lap and erection, causing a sense of excitement that had never been experienced since he had been with these two men. Laying down, forcing focus into the contact point, the tight grasp wrapping around his cock, feeling warm hands equally massaging an erection into his face, could push him past unthinkable levels of climax. He knew what he wanted to feel, and also knew what was expected of him. Arching his back up, he returned Obsidian's generous act, and took Tempest deep into his mouth. The air rushing through his nose, filling his head with aroma of intimate, stormy belonging. BothTempest and Obsidian drew in unison with long, heaving breaths, arousing Eli. The coldness from Obsidian, combined with the heat of Tempest, and the sound of his growl let him know he needed to be himself - even with the pressure of the prophecy looming over their heads. The power split rang true as his hips arched up, hungry for more. The feel of caressing hands increasing their pace, rounding him out. His warm, wet hole now hummed, responding to each stroke, pumping his emotion back into the hot hand. His mouth sputtered with Tempest's flexed appeasement, bearing the surface just for air. This seemed to be enough, as Obsidian's right hand seemed to build a cold heat within his clenching body. Rhythmically the squeezing between his legs seemed to direct blood flow up out of his clenching body’s periphery, on it's way to his burning prostate. "Fuck, Eli." Feeling this affirmation from Obsidian, right to my ear, sent dripping sweat down his forehead, and onto the hot meat between his lips. This only seemed to excite Tempest more, Given his building pressure, pumping upstream asThis time. The coldness signaled the presence of Obsidian again, his touch directing the energy to fracture within his body, as his dick seemed to signal a hard in-and-out presence. His energy became a build-up ready to release, as his free hand started to roam to touch every other bit of Tempest’s arm - linking this secret message of satisfaction back to Obsidian. with a loud Pop, his mouth pulled free from the erect sentry, gasping for air. Tempted was kind enough to let him experience this series ending, crashing high into his eyes. Seeing that Obsidian now replaced his hand around his cock with his mouth, eyes locked into Tempest’s. The same tongue that earlier supported him was now leaving a trace around his pulsing dick. Tempest, taking the release, phrased tenderly, "Yes. Your mouth feels good." That is what he wanted to hear, releasing his steam into Obsidian's mouth before he could respond further. Eli, exhausted, as Obsidian stroked his leg, stumbled to rest on his chest. Hearing the Obsidian swallow, proud, as Tempest’s grip tightened, letting him keep his rhythm. Tongue swirling around. In the dim, cool silence of the ancient ruins, Eli found himself drawn to the enigmatic allure of Obsidian. Tempest's stormy intensity was a force to be reckoned with, but Obsidian's calm, mysterious depths were equally captivating. As Eli wandered deeper into the hidden chamber, he felt a presence behind him, a cool breath on his neck that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. Obsidian's hands slid around his waist, pulling him back against a firm, lean body. His touch was cool, a stark contrast to Tempest's heat, but no less enticing. Eli leaned into the embrace, his heart pounding in his chest as Obsidian's lips brushed against his ear. "You can't resist the forbidden, can you, Eli?" Obsidian murmured, his voice a silken caress that sent a jolt of desire straight to Eli's groin. He turned in Obsidian's arms, his eyes meeting the piercing blue gaze that seemed to see right through him. "I shouldn't want this," Eli whispered, his voice barely audible in the hushed silence of the ruins. "But I do. I want you, Obsidian." A slow, triumphant smile spread across Obsidian's face as he leaned down, his lips capturing Eli's in a deep, passionate kiss. Eli moaned into the kiss, his fingers digging into Obsidian's shoulders, holding on as if he were being swept away by a dark,velvety sea. Obsidian's tongue invaded his mouth, stroking and exploring, a sensual dance that left Eli breathless and aching for more. The subtle flicker of his eyes set up the dark feeling of cold touch, and Obsidian's easy pace made him anxious to discover unpredictable aspects. They were like silent silent steps on concrete. His arms relaxed along with the tempo of Obsidian's gentle support. Obsidian pressed him up against the cool stone wall, the ancient carvings pressing into his back as Obsidian's hands explored his body. Cool fingers that in easily tracing each curve and line, a combination of soothing and exciting that felt like a pathway to a weird, new nothingness. From the harsh coldness came an easy stroke that could make him sit back, ready where the touches may lead. The blue eyes that hung over his felt fresh when looking at the cold glow just above. The care of Obsidian's thumb pads and finger tips made walking into the explorative a needed rather than reluctant circumstance. Eli gasped as Obsidian's deft fingers flick against his nipples, their slight coolness and the stark cold of the ruins were an interesting combination to the seeping grip underneath the ice. He arching his body into the fluttering, cool touch, but suddenly, the icy tendril of his touch slipped away and went up. His head was jerked to the side, assured of his need to go along. A strong and cold palm, mangled hand with his jaw. His dually-aligned finger sturdy paramour of his jaw. His neck suddenly had a carve of cold laying up along its side. Obsidian's flattening, elongated head slipped down the rigid, wet length of Eli's neck. The subtle, cold pressure that drew a shiver from Eli in a long, long time, length-ways. The pressure, readying itself to increase, signaled Obsidian to use his teeth—a firm steady prick of cold sensitivity. The key to the cold, the heat making the cold flame in an easy embrace, caused his body to hum. The firm latch of ice on his skin, the stern rigidness of his bite dug into Eli's cool flesh, the hotness claiming his digits. He, the owner of the cold, climbed him, owned him, made him his along with the steely manifest. They were the cold, nothing more, nothing less—as Obsidian showed Eli his pointer, his navigator through the wilderness, to please him and his man. The tightness, the pleasing squeeze, drawing blood which made Obsidian rightfully his - the man now with a warning ownership clutched his shoulder, part of the ownership made him even harder, more swollen. His passion dripping out from his neck suddenly made it obvious that Obsidian wanted Eli all for himself. Groaning Eli, now turned, allowed himself to get enveloped as much as the cold cares separated his ass cheeks, claiming the pressure, and ice, and tips somehow. Having the hips, pushed back into the pelvic ice bolt, the length of Obsidian between his ass cheeks took front and center. He felt the ice claiming him, taking him back, pushing in, a hilt, and slipping, working its way into his embracing hole. At first there was a chill that burned cold, but as it locked itself within him, he felt himself shift, his legs weakening. Steadying his way into the intensity of that stare, he pressed on, suddenly overcome by a lusty hunger for more. And then, heart freezing just like the steam coming out of his mouth, a low growl echoed through the chamber. Eli's eyes widened in surprise and a twist of fear-laced excitement as Tempest emerged from the shadows, his eyes dark and dangerous. Shooting steely eyes in the direction of both of them, he was left reeling from the explosion from the biting explosion that had just occurred. Now flipping backwards from the oncoming brunt. "What the fuck is going on here?" Tempest growled, his voice a low rumble of thunder that sent a shiver of both fear and anticipation down Eli's spine. Obsidian turned to face Tempest, his expression calm and unruffled, a stark contrast to the storm that brewed in Tempest's eyes. "Just exploring the forbidden, Tempest," Obsidian replied smoothly, his voice a silken caress that seemed to stoke the fire in Tempest's gaze. "You know how irresistible it can be." Tempest's hands clenched into fists, the leather of his gloves creaking with the force of his grip. Eli could see the storm rolling off him, the air crackling with tension. He stepped between them, his heart pounding in his chest, his body still humming with the remnants of Obsidian's cool touch. His easy natured calmness became something that made him stare at Obsidian, realizing this was his tough Obsidian, ready to make something happen. He was able to see the contrast. "Tempest, wait," Eli pleaded, his voice a breathless whisper. "It's not what you think." Tempest's eyes flashed, a mixture of jealousy and desire and possession. He reached out, his hand gripping Eli's arm, pulling him close, away from Obsidian - not knowing fully what was going on. Eli could feel the heat of him, the barely leashed storm that threatened to break free. "You are mine, Eli," Tempest growled, his voice a low rumble. "Mine. Not his." He said with conviction, ready to claim him again. Eli's heart ached at the intensity in Tempest's eyes, the fierce protection and possession. But he couldn't deny the pull he felt towards Obsidian, the dark, velvety sea that threatened to drown him. He looked up at Tempest, his eyes shining with unshed tears, torn between the storm and the sea. "I... I can't choose, Tempest," Eli whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I want you, Tempest. I want your storm, your intensity. But I want Obsidian too. I want his calm, his mystery. I want both of you." He charged himself to prepare for the worst of the weather. Tempest's eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Behind him, Obsidian stepped closer, his body pressing against Eli's back, his breath hot on his neck. Eli was caught between them, a tug of war between storm and sea, danger and calm. His body ached with need, his heart pounding with anticipation and nervousness, palm pressed against his neck, a spark between the only things between him. "You can't have both, Eli," Tempest growled, his voice a low rumble. "So it just comes to who is in charge, and that is me." As his hand grabbed on to the root of his cock, letting the passion control his every move. At once Eli.s lips crashed against Tempest's in a deep possessive claiming of the lips. Knowing that it was the moment, Tempest grabbed the length of his cock and oppressed his hands to be against the cold stone wall. Instantly, Obsidian pulled Eli into his body, body slick and bare - moving inside the darkened ruins. Immediately as his cold cock appeared from the darkened cloth, Obsidian moved it forward with the base of his palms, aligning it to Eli's' hole, guiding his length between his soft, skin which was sensitive to the cold. Arching his hips foward, he thrust his hips forward—making a move to press his cock along, sliding and slipping inside the unsuspecting hole. Forwardly, Eli turned his attention on Tempest—his mouth hungrily locking on his lips. Obediently opening up, fully knowing he couldn’t resist his nature. As he took the top of his shaft into his lips, sealing the head, he could continue lower along to Tempest's shaft of the slapping long cock, the tip of his head getting shrouded in Eli's lips—not even able to shy away from the force of his thrusts. As his lips climbed the cock, sucking and squeezing—he was able to feel the resulting flood of taken possession. The two cocks felt like filling resonators of the bodies moving in rhythm inside Eli, calm and storm raging in harmony - cold and hot firing between both of them. Build-up pressure as it grew within and between each of the dicks. All of a sudden, he began to feel as it was no longer him - Eli - guiding his head back and forth, ear beads rushing down to his balls. As he was getting lips used as part of a fucking compulsion, knowing he had to be loving it, as their calm fucking guided him to near completion. Tempest's hands seemed to keep him locked in place, as passion fueled a cool thrusting working in his hidden hole. As the coldness moved against his building orgasm, working to make a final slam into him. Sheeting a gush of the first orgasm, the muay-thai crashing cold orgasm went first - keeping him ready and erect to keep his body available to the passionate lips. In the dimly lit confines of the ancient ruins, the air crackled with tension, a palpable force that seemed to press against the very stones themselves. The silence was heavy, a pregnant pause before the inevitable storm. Eli stood between Tempest and Obsidian, his body still humming with the remnants of their shared passion, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. He could feel the weight of their gazes, the intensity of their desires, and the growing tempest that threatened to consume them all. Tempest's eyes were dark, a storm surge of emotion that seemed to roll and churn like a restless sea. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, the leather of his gloves creaking with each flex of his fingers. The air around him seemed to vibrate, a low rumble like distant thunder, a warning of the storm about to break. Eli could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between possession and rage, between desire and the primal need to claim what was his. Obsidian, on the other hand, was a picture of calm, his lean body relaxed, his blue eyes steady and unwavering. But Eli could sense the coiled tension just beneath the surface, the possessive nature that lay hidden behind the cool facade. Obsidian's hand rested on Eli's hip, a casual touch that was nonetheless a clear claim of ownership, a silent vow that he would not back down, not yield to Tempest's storm. The storm broke with a sudden, violent crack, like thunder clapping through the chamber. Tempest's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around Eli's arm in a vice-like grip. His eyes flashed with a mixture of jealousy and desire, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "You are mine, Eli," he snarled, his grip tightening, his body tense as if ready to spring. "I won't share you, not with him, not with anyone." Eli gasped at the sudden pain in his arm, the intensity in Tempest's eyes sending a shiver of both fear and excitement down his spine. He could feel the storm rolling off Tempest, the wild, untamed energy that threatened to consume everything in its path. He opened his mouth to speak, to try to calm the storm, but Tempest's lips crashed down on his, a fierce, claiming kiss that stole his breath and left his heart pounding. Obsidian's reaction was swift and sure. His hand snaked out, his fingers wrapping around Tempest's wrist, his grip like ice against the heated storm. With a swift, sharp tug, he broke Tempest's hold on Eli, his voice a low, deadly whisper. "You forget yourself, Tempest," he said, his eyes flashing with a cold, dangerous light. "Eli is not a possession to be fought over. He is his own person, with his own desires, his own needs." Tempest's head snapped around, his eyes locked onto Obsidian, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "And you think you know what he needs better than I do?" he snarled, his body coiled tight, ready to strike. Obsidian's smile was slow and deliberate, a cold, calculating curve of his lips that seemed to cut through the storm like a knife. "I think I know what he wants," he said, his voice a silken caress that sent a shiver down Eli's spine. "And I think you do too, Tempest. You just don't want to admit it." Eli's heart pounded in his chest as he looked between the two men, the air thick with tension, the storm on the verge of breaking into a full-blown hurricane. He knew he had to do something, to say something, to try to diffuse the situation before it spiraled out of control. But the words seemed to stick in his throat, his body aching with need, his heart torn between the storm and the sea. He reached out, his hands pressed against each of their chests, a barrier between them, a plea for calm. "Stop," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Just stop. I can't... I can't choose between you. I won't. I want you both, Tempest. I want you both." Tempest's eyes flashed, a mixture of pain and rage, of desire and despair. He stepped back, his body shaking with the force of his emotions, his voice a low, raw whisper. "You can't have us both, Eli," he said, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "It doesn't work like that. It can't." Obsidian's hand slid up Eli's back, a cool, soothing touch that seemed to ground him, to anchor him in the storm. "It can, Eli," he murmured, his voice a silken caress. "But only if you're willing to accept the consequences, to face the dangers that come with it." Eli took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, his body aching with need and desire. He looked up at Tempest, his eyes shining with unshed tears, his voice a breathless whisper. "I'm willing, Tempest," he said, his voice steady and sure. "I'm willing to face whatever comes, as long as I have you both by my side." Tempest's eyes closed, a low groan rumbling in his chest, a sound of despair and defeat. When he opened them again, the storm had passed, replaced by a quiet, desperate need. He stepped forward, his hands cupping Eli's face, his thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. His touch was tender, a clear claim of ownership, a silent vow that he would not give up, not back down, not abandon Eli to the storm. "Then we face it together," he said, his voice a low rumble. "The three of us, together." Obsidian's hand slid down Eli's back, a cool, possessive touch that seemed to seal the vow. Eli was theirs, caught between the storm and the sea, consumed by danger and calm. And as he stood between them, his body still humming with pleasure, his heart still pounding with anticipation, he knew that this was only the beginning. The storm was just beginning to gather on the horizon, and the sea was starting to swell. But with Tempest and Obsidian by his side, he was ready to face whatever came next. But even as the storm seemed to abate, even as the tension seemed to ease, Eli could feel the undercurrent of danger, the subtle shift of power that threatened to upset the delicate balance they had forged. He could see it in the way Tempest's eyes darkened when Obsidian's hand lingered too long on his hip, in the way Obsidian's smile turned sharp and cold when Tempest's touch became too possessive. The dynamic was dangerous, a delicate dance on the edge of a knife, a constant struggle for dominance and control. Eli could feel the weight of their gazes, the intensity of their desires, the subtle tug of war that seemed to play out with every touch, every glance. He knew that he was the catalyst, the prize that they both sought to claim, the fulcrum upon which their relationship balanced. And he knew that he had to be the one to set the boundaries, to establish the rules, to ensure that the delicate balance was maintained. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, his body aching with need and desire. He looked up at Tempest, his eyes steady and sure, his voice a low, firm whisper. "We have to set some ground rules," he said, his voice steady and sure. "If this is going to work, if we're going to make this work, then we have to communicate, to compromise, to respect each other's boundaries." Tempest's eyes flashed, a mixture of desire and defiance, but he nodded, a sharp, jerky movement that seemed to convey both his agreement and his reluctance. Obsidian, however, seemed more amenable, his smile slow and deliberate, a cool, calculating curve of his lips that seemed to convey both his agreement and his amusement. "Very well, Eli," he murmured, his voice a silken caress. "What do you propose?" Eli took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, his body aching with need and desire. He knew that this was a delicate dance, a constant struggle for dominance and control, and he knew that he had to be the one to lead, to set the pace, to ensure that the balance was maintained, fulfilling what came with their band of boys and their needs. In the pulsating heart of the ancient ruins, Eli could feel the artifact's call growing stronger, its whispering tendrils snaking through his consciousness, drawing him deeper into the labyrinthine chamber. The air was thick with dust and age, but there was something else too, an electric charge that prickled his skin and set his nerves on fire such that he could feel the cold through his mouth. He moved as if in a trance, his feet shuffling over the uneven stone floor, his eyes fixed on the eerie glow emanating from the depths of the ruins. The silence that occurred, at once became pierced with hisses. The air crackled with an energy that was almost alive, a hum that resonated deep within Eli's chest, calling him forward, inviting him to explore his probing curiosity. The artifact's lure was impossible to resist, a siren song that echoed through his very soul. He could feel its power pulsating through him now, a hot, demanding churn in his chest. The symbols etched into the stone walls seemed to dance and shift in the dim light, their meaning becoming clearer with each step he took. He could understand them now, the ancient language whispering secrets of love and sacrifice, of passion and pain. The artifact and the ruins didn't seem to sleep, as his fingers traced the intricate carvings and the carvings invited him to delve deeper into discovering their meaning. His subconscious wrapped through the dark of the of past antiquity. The need fueled in his body as images of powerful desire manifested, scenes of tangled limbs moving together to the hil. His body began to set the beaten pace for the powerful creatures that burned the storm back from the stone drawings that makes up the long lost history this artifact began to map, the advanced language representing the ancient word, now brought up into his retina As he turned tighter and tighter into the ruins, Eli could feel Tempest and Obsidian following close behind, their presence a warm, solid comfort against the cold, ancient power that threatened to consume him. He could feel their eyes on him, their gazes a mixture of concern and desire, of possessiveness and protection. The air was thick with tension, a swirling tempest of emotions that seemed to echo the storm raging within Eli. The lust was a danger, a tug of war between ancient and demanding desire. He thought it might be powerful enough to break the mighty intentions and sense of calm and balance he was employing. The rush, almost as if seeping from a dam, it was challenging to push back the visions of parting legs wide, allowing the forced pressure to dance out in demanding rhythm. That was the pace of the penultimate stream trail that was guiding him deeper into the ancient chambers. The hidden whispers of the ruins were beginning to form a haste of danger. The desire for Tempest and Obsidian moving with him in the ruins formed a steely embrace of the coldest pressure, and soon the cool grip from both of them was almost too much for Eli to bear. It was too much, as the power wasn't abetting. Suddenly, Eli's was consumed by an overwhelming sensation; the desire fueled, once dormant, raging now—as the artifact's power surged through him, the temperature, thrust off his clothes. The ancient stone walls seemed to shift and shiver, forming panorama sensual visions of piercing blue eyes and stormy grey ones, of cool hands and heated touches, of a dark, velvety sea and a raging, consuming storm. It pushed him along, the powerful drawing it caused to ejaculate, straight out from his legs, forcing his body to keep him lips parted - keeping drawn out the spurt within his body, ready. Inside, they were drawn in, and whole out, as bodies fused with hot steam and cold air, ever alternating and together up. The tension, unfulfilled with the cold and hot images, fueled as it happened in rapid heartbeat rush, as his eyes closed, his back arched and his mouth opened at a silent cry, the power surging through him, the artifact's call demanding to be heard, to be obeyed. Then the power of the pull, his eyes—now open, that was tugging him, thrusting itself into the darkness, as the freshly placed thoughts of an aroused, relieving pace, dropped into the speeds of a new intention of a fierce a volcano of desire. As the sensations faded as the groaning puff from the forms faded, Eli was able to recognize it plucked up a cacophony of sensations, emotionally raw, his head and body meeting up cold air, he realized a heavy danger came up. The way he was being torn between the different needs, somehow had stopped in its tracks. He turned at the shadows drawing fast the men. They had been the fueling change, outside of the two danger signs, something had emerged. Something dangerous was coming their way. He could sense the seething, sustaining dark magic propelling the artifact towards the same prison lock of love and sacrifice. The residue of thick desire that now left his mouth tasting of cold air, the gust of it filling his sinuses with high emotion. Trying to enable his gaze, drawing the taste that is a deep and brooding stain of arousal into his pants, the thick pulse of his cock forcing a new hum of climax into his mind. The grip, however, started to play out again, as he wanted more direct passion. Steeling himself, his body clearly needed something more, Eli turned to face Tempest and Obsidian, his eyes shining with a mixture of fear and resolve, flesh echoing with a progressed stamp of need. "We have to contain it," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. Drawing rough breaths to help him continue, "We have to work together again to stop it, to keep it from causing any more damage." He pressed a manicured hand into theirs, each of his fingers tapping them. His calloused, long digits pressing deep into their muscle. The cold lay was eating at his bare skin especially on his tightened ass cheeks raising the perky hairs; these were fully erect, ready for release. It seemed the power, the artifact, didn't want to be left untouched. Now drawing the faces of the men towards him fully, mouth open, his gaze fluttering with his demands, he could sense a hidden relief that washes through his body. Despite the danger of the poison, feel of manhood still loaded in, pleading with pulses of need for a release. Even as the gravity of the situation hung heavy in the air, Eli could feel the undercurrent of desire, the tug of war between the need to be stretched between the two men Tempest's eyes flashed, a storm surge of emotion that seemed to roll. Turning on Eli to dredge up a need of protection from both of men , his body was moving to be embraced by the other man, as he leaned into Tempests lap, the manicured motion of the grip solid on Obsidian's heavy bicep. He knew it was only a matter of time, surely, desire beaming through the muffled needed veils of self-temperance dropping fast. As the artifact’s expansion endeavored to change the natural and calm air settling into a heated afterglow. The open lip mouth of Obsidian’s erect cock needed more powerful touches to push the limits of time that was fixed now. It only led to more test of will of the tortured grip of need and heat demanding him to arch his body further into the cold stone wall. His pose fixated on the glossy glow of his eyes, while his lips were ferociously licking the length of the cold flesh, certain to push his cheeks forward, heading with a firm grip into the end of his cock. He couldn’t hold back another week of aching desire, and right now, it demanded to be the lips between, the vibration squeezing and moving fast. Obsidian's expression continued to expresses the cold relaxed, but calculating, relief in Eli's eyes. The frisky blue eyes now weighed on the furtive promise to keep the mission a priority, to fix this distracting issue the met far earlier. The embittered promise was creating the dark stain in the back pressure between hips of Tempest, showing his body was ready to be made to accept the heat it had known for so long. The length at the end of Tempests cool, deliberate cock was beginning to be emboldened by the joint slow cooling thrusts within his body. The grips of raid turning enduring as the tight pressure relief that was promised to be worked up, ready to stimulate an awaiting pulsating intensity from deep underneath the click of his pulsing lips. They were begging to be fulfilled, next. He didn’t want to think about what he wanted. And with the artifact’s appeal now blending to a very full heat pressing through his body, it was becoming too challenging to resist the passions which seem palpable. The ancient magic was fracture-causing now, lighting—fueling, its blush drawing him into a firmer hotter capillary hold on Tempest's cock. The small dance of his tongue into the pulsing veins, fitting, locked, it wanting to dredge up its inner power. These needs were growing more impulsive as his body began to turn into a begging position to fulfill his impulse to touch. The seal of his mouth piping the slit of his testy touch, the commands of his toying technical tongue sucking, embracing it the hot swirl of the now pleasing lips that teased the entire, heavy headed penis. The air around the chamber was now threatening levels of pressure, but the scheduled fix between the men was pressing them to continue. As the power of the artifact sizzled and popped through the air, the ancient stone holding it rumbling as it itched to be released from its prison, a change swept through Eli and Obsidian. Eli wrapped himself onto the man’s pulsing heartbeat his resisting grip holding him as the energy, a palpable force that seemed to press against the very air itself. The ancient, cold stone rumbled found itself slow to cool. The renewed energy in Obsidian's eyes was setting deep foundations in Eli's body, now showing the strength being fueled by an ancient history of power, and it told him to go deeper. The men seemed to be both respecting and challenging the situation, and they knew they would be needing a swell of sweat bead release before it was too late. Eli faced both Tempest and Obsidian, his jacket previously removed, his buttons open as he was kneeling onto the cloth. "Come, comrades. Come, fill me deeper as the winter grows. We don't know what yet to expect," he went on, opening himself up, his frail shirt now torn off his quaking skin, revealing touches of cold damp air, drying the sweat fast forming at his forehead. His eyes fixated on the rough, curling, twisted hands of the man in front of him, then he saw the soft sealing force of arousal now displaying hesitation for his paling cool want. His body, now reaching up to—the man’s frame as his chuckle pressing his lips against the torn pad of cloth on his pants, which hung open, ready for the pulsating erection within his body to be released. As he worked to release it, louder inflections escaped Eli's vocal cords. As his face bounced up and down onto the sweaty cloth, he was wrapping his fingers fully around his manhood, the cooling sweat forming between his legs as the heat anticipated adding more pressure on the back of his head. He knew it wanted to demand the body, the mouth, the support, the pendulous moves he was making. It was wanting more. His fingers wrapped now fully around the man's cock, stroking each time, furthering more into the dark tissue surrounding his stick. The open slit formed a glistening gel that quickly fuelled the pleasure of his juices moving from the painful cold thrust from behind, Fueling the refreshing ice within his legs. Pushing the pressure into a strong hands grip around the testy lout of a cock which fit tight between his lips tight clenched of his finger and thumb drawing into the base of his fully erect cock, wanting the rough and cold build-up to culminate with a sudden release of his release of his generals ejaculate which pushed back from the darkness of his form. He felt just like this, which could restore the bond now missing between them all. His feet pressed his hips, seeking to find the testosterone between its stiff grip, tadpoles forming between their movements, as the pendulous rain, and the head of the other cock hit hard, bristled tight behind Eli's neck. The pain of the artifact had exasperated with Obsidian's edges, now held to give strong emissions through the smash of his cloud void sternum. From behind, his thrust quickened his pelvis, as the heat pressured his body’s embrace to pass over the last deepen lengths of his pellets void as the pressure into a familiar world of the crushing expel of the last of his cum releasing into the crying lips of Eli. As the power surge stopped, as Tempest quaked with need. The deliberate grip pulling the help of his cock fully erect with a necessary release into the mouth open ready in waiting for its bite into the breaking thrust of Eli’s release biting down into his needs. The clenched flesh of a searing, leaving a slap against the cheeks of Obsidian's cold cock releasing into him for the love of his men. The missing bond returned, now fuelling passion into the emptying focus of his void. Leaving the confines of the within the no longer divided halls of the artifacts. The ancient ruins settling back in the hallowed confines of the artifacts—ancient and cold. From behind, the now empty glare of pleasure stared back, filled his paling, sweaty ready body. His hands working together, but the pressure of both men fuelled with a direct aim of the rapid strokes against the flat lips of both the men. Ending the fighting drive, knowing it's always ready to consume the hot cold spurting release of both men glistened from his salty lips. Trapping him tight between them, and the men. The world ready to buckle. Eli’s body shuddered, his nerve endings raw and sensitive and it seemed to burn from the ice within his lips. The feeling was incredible. Tempest and Obsidian continued to take him, hands roaming over his skin with their featherlight touches, as his men strained his hips with the backs of their knees, he knew it was have to let it all out. Now looing onto the walls of the ruins, he saw the language of the ruins glowing now. The artifacts within its voice emptied its demands. In gracing the rivets between the shelves, the grips of his hands seizing his pants darkening to the walls, the drip of sweat now filling the cold teeth of the men. The swiftness dripping cold and fast, as the cheeks would lash rampantly to bring the full force of needs of both the penetrations. In the final moments, quickly, he demanded the force of the drip to push the anus of the seal of the hate, the path, as the release was now a quiet fill. As he sucked down hard, the force pushed out from the seal of all the emit from their generals pulsing heads. As the glow vanished from the ruins at no longer a present guide. Tempest’s eyes met from his shoulder Obsidian now entwined staring into each other’s eyes, his grip loosened in mutual understanding they had pushed their release through Eli. The last lingering passion still pulsating in his body and words coming out of his mouth of relief. Completing, the final shudder of drip running from the shaking lips. The relief that he was compelled to work to lastly feel to be able to finally. Their mutual release causing deep, reverbing moans echoing through the chamber. The force of torn limbs trembling as the chamber stands strong in the face of it, ready to always challenge the impacts of cold, Tempests deep release. In the hushed silence of the ancient ruins, Eli's breath misted in the cool air, the taste of Tempest and Obsidian still lingering on his lips. The echoes of their shared passion reverberated through his body, a symphony of pleasure and pain that had bound them together in a dance as old as time itself. But the ancient magic that had drawn them to this place was not satisfied, its hunger growing with each passing moment. Eli could feel the artifact's call, a pulsating need that clawed at his chest, demanding to be sated. He looked at Tempest and Obsidian, their bodies bathed in the soft glow of the ancient stones, their eyes shining with spent desire. He knew what he had to do, the sacrifice he had to make. The prophecy had been clear, the warning etched into the very stones that surrounded them. A great disaster loomed, and only a selfless act of love could prevent it. He stepped away from the warmth of their bodies, the cool air of the ruins rushing to fill the void. He could see the question in their eyes, the flicker of concern that began to grow into fear. He reached out, his hands cupping their faces, his thumbs brushing over their cheekbones. He needed them to understand he wasn't dictating this decision without good reason. Under his soft touch, his eyes searched theirs for a last time. "I have to do this," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the heavy silence. "I have to make the sacrifice." Tempest's hand wrapped around his wrist, his grip tight, his eyes dark with a storm of emotion. "No, Eli," he growled, his voice a low rumble of thunder. "I won't let you. I'll do it. I'll make the sacrifice for you." Obsidian's hand mirrored Tempest's, his cool fingers wrapping around Eli's other wrist, his eyes gleaming with contact like a sharp ice flow. "You can't, Tempest," he said, his voice a silken caress that belied the steel in his eyes, push of uttermost urgency. "You don't have the control needed, the artifact will consume you. I'll do it. I'll make the sacrifice for Eli." The glint of his eyes showed the intense demand. Eli's heart ached at their words, at the fierce protection and love that shone in their eyes. But he also put his foot down, he knew neither of them could do it, knew that the task would have to come upon his shoulders. They didn't understand. The prophecy had been clear. It had to be him. He had to be the one to make the sacrifice, to prove that his love for them, his love for the fallen guardians of the ruins, was true. He stepped back fully now, pulling his wrists from their grasps, his eyes shining with unshed tears against the cool air biting at his bare skin. "I love you, Tempest," he said, his voice steady and sure, and his body strengthening despite wearing nothing to restrain the cold. The air was still and quiet, offering no solace against sudden wave of coldness. " I love you, Obsidian. I love you both so much. But I have to do this. I have to be the one to make the sacrifice." He was never going to deny the chill he was experiencing but he could muster it up for the men he felt so strongly for. His arms yearned to be touched by the men who had passion flowing through their veins for him. Eli turned to the artifact, his heart pounding in his chest, the level resistance to his building of push, that the cold stone chamber that housed it was now any harder than most other things around him. The ancient magic hummed through the air, a pulsating energy that seemed to vibrate in a buzzing within his neck, and somewhere else; in an echo chamber inside his mind. He could now finally, fully understand the words as he looked up at anything that could be deciphered from the language of the carvings on the walls, symbols that seemed to writhe and shimmer in the dim light forming a vision of life and death. The hunger of the raw, demanding prophecy needing to be sated. He didn't need to end his life, the artifact did need his pleasure to sustain its magical powers. It seemed to already have the power of Tempest and Obsidian, but needed his to unlock its flow. This could save his companions, fulfilling love of himself - and of them both, through an orgasm. The artifact’s containment now seemed to unlock, suddenly, causing a loud humming noise in the chamber, hanging with a pendulous demand, far from the darkened form that Tempest and Obsidian stood in. In drawn out thoughts of pressing the building passionate shivers through his neck and legs, building angst of the heat and cold desire flushed through the powerful device. As part of the prophecy, it was a burden only his pleasure could bare. In the nearly constant struggle of hand from each man sealing his need to stroke harder with more perseverance, the need to love flowed solace within his body to neutralize the tension of its predecessors. Just as it was annunciating, it was also alert that between desiring pleasures of Tempest and Obsidian they could guide him, bring him the urgent passion he needed to survive the storm brewing with the artifact, the containment spilling, it was able to finally break from its prison. In doing this, he would never lose the men. The ancient carved symbols had told him just beyond the shallow province of the back walls of the chambers, he could finish the demands of the hidden, artifact's pleasure fulfilled Tears stung Eli's eyes as he looked back at Tempest and Obsidian, their faces etched with pain and love, their bodies tense with the need to protect him, to save him from the fate he had chosen willingly. He wanted to remember them like this, their strong, powerful bodies bathed in the soft glow of the ancient stones, their eyes shining with love and desire, love fueled in the broken history of the ruins. Their lives being saved and salvaged from the preordained destruction of the artifact waiting behind him; waiting for his life. He closed his eyes tightly, the pain of a nearly gone emboldened release source swelling within him. In almost a flash, Obsidian was quickly atop him, providing a puddle of frigid coils within his backside that were cold and blue. He could see behind his eyes Tempest was angrily demanding an answer for his release from his oldest adversary. In their loud, passionate brawl, Eli noticed Tempest pushing away his old enemy, but the man managed to slink back. He fell backwards, free, both men drawing heatedly close to him, embracing, enticing, enthralled, ready for the love that could not be unmade. Eli took a deep breath, forcing himself to turn around and stepped away from them away from their protective heat. He reached out and took the artifact, enclosing his palm around it, and like that, the stone enveloped the air, ancient steel design, glowing. This time showing a somewhat neutral sight, after the power of the men, and despite its thirst for more. The great storm and sea were no longer a battle needing to be endured, the balance that they had found would quell the thirst of all three of them together, but a symbol of a flowing part of life—the truth of their love and all that it required of each of them. The rip of the lightning storm and the weight of the crashing sea were predictable and strong, just like the unity of a bond they found. The love held between each other, sealing the bond by giving over every detail of their need to disarm the natural fury within them. The artifact’s call fell silent for once, if indeed for all, there was no need for the power of the two men who had come to accompany him to fulfill the power it needed. His willing hand for the source of their love would result in the needed power by manifest that was visible within the ruins. The prophecy now lay dormant, resting from the life fulfillment that the three of them had become. The artifact had hidden its secrets, the ancient magic's hunger no longer fueled the call of the ruins. Instead, with Tempest and Obsidian driving support behind him, with their hands on and in his own, he was guiding the force of the now quieted release. Now, finally. His men were entwined within him, the pursuit of wanting the artifact, and the building storm which had been growing within each of them binding them, released from the depth of its passion, relieved from the ruins resting dormant. I aroused, throbbing heartbeat, the beat of an energy now out from his hand. Eli had been able to power the artifacts' willing hunger the prophecy had spoken about. The walls, carved, ready, glowing—the borders of the confines of the artifact’s race, the strength pulsing within a resting beat. Eli was the source of its needed power, the passion releasing the bond no longer allowing the power to escape. His deep, moaning groans that was escaping from their lips was that of a relief of steely, rigid arduous effort which fortified the now fully sustained energetic beat within the ruins. Eli let his body's climax release slowly, his steam easing from his exhausting, almost spent body, cool air releasing from the ancient stones of the ruins. His eyes wide and tired from the fatigue of love making, looking up into a now resolving image of the baying storm, now abetting, showing the power of the storm had been quieted. Within the ruins, the force of the tempest now turned to the men propping his body, and he laid back to catch his breath. After a moment, Obsidian's cool hand cupping his cheek, turning his face to meet his gaze, his eyes shining with love and pride. The artifact's hunger suddenly responded fully to the sealing of the bond of three men. Eli met his gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. He was certain he knew a sensation of empowerment that was a cold draw, an expression of the love that sen the artifact’s power to finally rest now within all three men. This was the life they wanted, and the prophecy’s fulfillment had saved them from a dangerous fate. Tempest's warm hand mimicked Obsidian's, turning Eli to face him, his eyes dark with love and relief, the storm within him now quieted, the prophecy fulfilled. Eli leaned into his touch, and after a moment the man drew him in close and the sticky sweat evaporated from within his body. "You did it, Eli," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of thunder, now calm and soothing. "You saved us all." Tempest’s touch turned strong; now, the power of the men remained quieted between the three of them, a ready force willing to heal the danger that had occurred. Eli's heart swelled with love and relief, the artifact's call now silent, its hunger sated. The return of their powerful, cool manifest was finally contained ending the power. With the power banked up inside of the hidden shadows of the ruins, the buildings remained strong, the artifact contained within the walls were, fully powered down, the lightning finally stilled to the harbored confines of the ruins of the artifact’s final resting place, the broken bonds and renewed tale of love. True love, Eli thought it was what had conquered all, the power and the ruins once-forgotten onslaught and the artifact once-forgotten powers were now quieted among the men whose pleasure had saved them. His body nestling up between Tempest and Obsidian, between the storm and the sea, between the ancient steel containment and the cold lace passions of the men who supported him. Their need to fight for Eli was a dance on the surge of love and sacrifice, now a thirst that would need to be sated again another day, but the prophecy’s fulfillment had existed. The life of the ruins now moved to a quiet, rhythmic beat of sustained fulfillment. For now, the artifact’s demand had been fulfilled, and the love of the men would remain. Their deepest kept secrets, love and sacrifice retained between the men alone. Tempest had allowed his cool power of the men to yield love, calm that brought them together. And save them from a dangerous force. One which could never cycle again unless they wanted it to. The soft glow of the ancient stones illuminated their bodies, the air thick with the musk of their shared passion and the lingering remnants of ancient magic, an unforgettable cocktail of the location, a perplexing puzzle that ended to the lovers engaging with the power that had captivated them all. Eli knew that he couldn't return to his old life, not after this. Not after he realized that he needed danger, a test, needing a barrier between the cold and warm, a stern love between the two men. The shadows of the ruins and the ancient passion euphoria would inevitably call them all back. For all the love between the men and the ancient containment, Eli knew that he could no longer deny the elder power of its passion, the sheer fact that the power within him—between both men which bonded him, would always be a hiding place where they belonged together in the chamber of the ruins The afterglow of this beautifully transformed relationship would stay entwined within the walls of the elder artifact. Eli’s pleasure had undeniably saved the love of Tempest and Obsidian. The aftermath of the strength of the storm would remain quieted between the love and sacrifice within the men. The prophecy fulfilled within the bond of their sin. The fulfillment of their renewed love guided them to the quiet sanction of the ruins reminders of the love between the men released where its love belonged. Its artifact’s passion and history within the halls of the bay of the bonds between the men would be sealed likeagin, a guarantee of the power which would be written in love and practice. But for the present, Eli lay the stays of his embrace between Tempest and Obsidian, till the day would come when the journey would come full circle. The love between the men, moving in a dance of the stories contained within the lustful ruins. His exhumed heart laid with him at peace, knowing he had done well and finally saved the power for the men he had saved. He allowed himself to calm down, eyes closing as the ruins added another permanent additive to their flare, could save them temporarily from the treats of the uncertainty waiting behind the latter doors of the lengths of the ruins. Thinking about what they had achieved today, Eli swayed between the hearts of the men, as the pleasure of the final release was fulfilled, his heart calm and sustained. He knew what he had to do, he would have to be with them, and the three of them would have to protect what the prophecy had told them to unveil. But for now, he could sleep in knowing the love he shared with them both, could never be touched or forgotten again. The passion was a dance between his lovers, waiting for them to come knocking again. To release the fury between the men again another day. The earth unshaken and undisturbed for the present, unmoved in the brewing artifact, quietly in waiting for the three of them to come back, the heart of the ancient history needing to be rediscovered again. As the dust settled in the ancient ruins, Eli's breath came in ragged gasps, his body still trembling from the intense pleasure and the stark cold that had coursed through him. The artifact's glow began to dim, its hungry pull slowly receding like a tide retreating from the shore. But something was off; the air still crackled with an unsettling energy, a hum that seemed to echo the disquiet within Eli's chest. The sacrifice had been made, his pleasure offered freely to sate the artifact's ancient hunger. Yet, it felt incomplete, as if the rite had only served to awaken something more sinister within the stone. The symbols on the walls pulsed with a faint light, their patterns shifting in a way that made Eli's heart pound with unease, an anxious fluttering in place of the rhythmic thrusting of the ruins earlier. Tempest must have sensed it too, his body tensing as he looked around the chamber, his eyes dark with concern. He turned to Eli, his hands cupping his face, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones in a tender, possessive touch. "Eli," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of thunder, a cautious churning of emotion, "it's not over. We have to finish this. The artifact it’s influencing me in a way I don’t like. It's this indescribable feeling. Both Obsidian and I have to do it, or else you’ll be under their influence". His eyes flicked to Obsidian, a silent communication passing between them. Somehow, the table had turned, and Eli was the one now watching both of them. Eli's heart swelled with a mix of love and fear. He knew what Tempest was saying, what he was asking. He knew that the only way to fully contain the artifact's power was for Tempest and Obsidian to complete the ritual, to offer their pleasure as he had. But the thought of them being in danger, of the artifact's influence somehow affecting them, terrified him. As Obsidian stepped forward, favorite glacier eyes shining with resolve and lust. As he walked, he pulled a wicked-looking blade from his belt, the metal gleaming coldly less in the from the shaft of the ruins. Eli's eyes widened in alarm, a new shift in the ruins grabbed at his very core. A whimper squeezed from his lips before Tempest's hand gripped his arm, keeping him steady, tempering each alternating tremble into Tempe's' body "What are you doing?" Eli gasped, his voice barely audible as Obsidian raised the blade, the sharp edge pressing against his own palm. "Completing the ritual," Obsidian replied, his voice steady and sure. But somehow, it seemed to counter the fear tempest had. He dragged the blade across his skin, a thin line of blood welling up in its wake. He held his hand out, allowing the droplets to fall onto the artifact, his lips murmuring words in a language that sounded like to Eli, ancient and mysterious. Does his knowledge come from here?,Elii wondered. The air seemed to hum with power, the symbols on the walls pulsing brighter as they absorbed Obsidian's offering. The air changed, now wild and violent. His mind made up, Tempest turned towards Eli. He walked several paces back, nodding slowly at something deep within the silent waft between Eli and Obsidian. Building, confused but resolved, he said, "We don't have time. We have to do it now." Eli's head bowed back, proud of the man he was willing to sacrifice for him and Obsidian. Even though this wasn't the climax which he thought he was going to remember, he was willing to make sure it proceeded having faith in him. This was going to be alright. In this position, he was not afraid for his lovers. The artifact wouldn't fully have them to in chain. Yet, how was the ritual going to proceed if the man refused to add the missing blood to the artifact? It must have been Tempest's plan to keep the artifact's lust away from both his own soul and Obsidian's body. No longer livid, he chose this path with resolution to help Obsidian. Instead, Safer for Obsidian. He bridged the gap, his hands reaching out, sinking confidently into Eli's messy hair. The power was ready to shift and change to mock the thirst and fury of the storm within him. "We have to work together" Obsidian's grip flexed against the strands of dual hair assured him, that they could be drawn back into the dangerous vibe of the ruins, producing a new degree of the mess. This, however, was the lock that released the dam of love that prevented. The ancient ruins were finally at peace for now. Tempest's eyes darkened, a storm of emotion churning within their depths. Eli watched as Tempest tore down his arms, readying himself to show his devotion to Eli. First, it grabbed him, then encompassed his arm, bowing it towards Tempest's stern face, as he launched. His hand wrapped around Eli pulling his waist close to his body as the delicious throbbing of his cock shunted. The responsive cadence gain readied, maintaining the pacing of his mouth moving towards Eli first. His tempest lips, cloud edged, devouring his heartfelt pleasuring needs which could be kept it was now the matter of the lustful threesome. Eli moaned as he was went back and forward between the men using his body in service of them doing this, until Obsidian and Tempest could come to complete the ritual. It was with a steady cock that the pressure in the chest of Eli was released. The fire had increased, and the three men worked on the disorientation. The pleasure he had was put on hold as, once again, the artifact had hunger which was pulsating hard. Eli gasped as Obsidian's pelvic muscle moved back against him, gripping his erect cock pushing the limbs of Eli to meet to digest the dangerous passion flowing between each of them. Eli couldn't believe now that he was allowing the men in between him—to Tempest and Obsidian—in the chamber of the ruins. He pressed further, now slackening the pace to please for Tempest against the wall, and another backwards grip of his cock working against Obsidian's own. He rasped hard, anew the engaging game of needing Obsidian, wanting Tempest. This was his sacrifice that after careening from Obsidian's chest. Allowing his toned, gym-natalie body to glisten. He wanted to sit back and appreciate his sexy dark hair and behind. He wanted to show his sacrifice that his chest would take him. A new rush was coming through, as the artifact was now growing with light, once again - the power needing to be contained again, each man's pleasure a separate containment of his power. The sheer design of the powerful artifact's final fate lay once more in the hands of the three. With each thrust, the backwash of pleasure forced Obsidian further. The artifact's swell glowed to draw the power between the ruins, confining the powers of the three of them. As Tempest allowed the power to draw his strength Eli felt a surge of protectiveness towards his lovers. The thought of losing either of them, of the artifact consuming them as it had tried to consume him, was unbearable, a twisting fear that threatened to consume him but kept the fires of Eli going. As Tempest rode Eli's waking growing moans of passion. His sexuality claiming, staking with each thrust, finally bracing himself, he knew it was time his fury finally activated. The act that would permanently seal his stake, as his actions alone were not going to be enough to drive the needs of the heart. As he rocked back and forth, faster and faster, he knew it was finally time to contain the artifact. Obsidian, hearing his moans behind him, in his body behind him, he knew that it was time to finally release his patterning desire. Looking over the man's shoulders, his face shined with come. His maneuvering thrusts locking between the two men he knew the ancient ruins were no longer looking good for now. The epic end of ancient passionate containment was quiet for now. Naught would fuck with the power of theTHUM artifact. Eli was in good hands with their lovers finally. Obsidian's eyes met Tempest's, a silent communication passing between them. What should have appeared an intense gaze of jealousy of Denial, was actually convinced of mutual respect This was the end of their duties and the ruins would one day claim to their sacrifice needing to be contained. Eli reached out, his hands taking each of theirs, his grip tight, his eyes shining with unshed tears. The chamber fell silent, the air thick with the residue of ancient magic and spent passion. Eli's body ached, his heart pounding with a mix of exhilaration and exhaustion that left him feeling drained and complete. He looked at Tempest and Obsidian, their bodies bathed in the soft glow of the now-dormant artifact, their eyes shining with love and relief. Tempest stepped forward, his hands cupping Eli's face, his thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. His touch was tender, a clear claiming of what was his, a much need relief to a much needed release, a slow tender kiss still prophetic. He curled up the back, his eyes still not bowing down to contain them as the release of his bucking hips. But Eli didn't relent. He bucked his hips fast and furious, sending Obsidian into a world beyond. He was now in control of the powerful tremors from the ruins. They would heed his call when it was needed. The bond was permanent, and the renewed blood unleashed a claim, as Obsidian thrust. Obsidian released his claim with the power of the storm. Stars and sun were beaming on his body.ancient magic history was being made in the historical walls of the ruins. As his phallus, buckled under the force containing the once chance at a renewal of the ruins had now faded. The glow of the ruins gripped, satisfied. They were able to be contained for now inside the ruins afterward. The powerful, guttural moan of Obsidian's lips caused nodding between the two men, drawing the last twitching power. As the man's hips shunted back and forth in wonderful unrestrained freedom. The seducing moans behind him sealed the approval of the ritual of the ruins. The ancient right of Obsidian was released and for once, all three are finally free. Obsidian's steel hand clutched Eli's faced, finally documenting the man's blow. He was proud of how the ritual had ended, driving a new thrust between them all. A necessary evil to keep the love growing. Between Tempest plucked, the flat cave of his mouth drawing a new buzz from the cool steel of Obsidian's erection. The ritual now had the pacing of it was a reminder of the old familiar feelings of the threesome they had once shared.Now at nowIt was no longer a faint, but rather aware, mud dough ready to be triggered back. It was too bad it was only a distant memory, but it was a wonderful feeling. Taking them both one by one into his arms, their foreheads rested together haloed by a palpable energy completed. "I love you," Eli whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with a profound emotion that resonated through the chamber. "I love you both so much." The power shamed.completely, it's hold as it's promise returning to the three of them. The ritual electric, fulfilled both of them, consumed by love. Tempest's eyes softened, the storm within them quieting as he looked at Eli, then at Obsidian. "And I love you, Eli. Now that dark passion was completed, the moon's thirst was sated. And all was well, the needed pledge from before was abetting, calming the powers. Strong, toned and buff, his eyes locked onto Obsidian, a silent vow passing between them. the proud darkness in the shadows of his clenched buckles fists. He now knew what was expected. The release of his power was permissible, and the pale coldness in his darkly flexed fist, made the drowsy hum of the grounds,smelt like the musky scent from the heavy heaving of his chest. The lustful man responded to the urge of Obsidian. Completing a deed now done. Now relaxed under the drawing, powerful moon, Obsidian's icy blue eyes warmed slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. "I can get used to this" Tempest's deep lips murmuring into his ears. tempest glowing ripples, aggressive, delicious and daunting. His embrace into his embrace showed his unity between the men, the new draft between them. One occurrence drew this. Always an apology, never a denial. The love between warm and another cool ice man. Their love, a dance of storm and sea, danger and calm, finally something solid was incorporated, finding its necessary strength by the darkness of the ruins, the three of them. Their love for this hidden place and each other, keeping the wall where the ruins in check By completing the spooling of this blood themselves, they knew it renewed the life of this hidden place in the ancient temple, protecting just as it should. It was worth it to them. As they stood there, bathed in the soft glow of the now-dormant artifact, Eli knew that this was just the beginning. The ancient magic contained within the ruins was not something to be trifled with, and he had no doubt that there would be more challenges ahead. He didn't even want to think about what it would look like if they had been forced to give away a piece of his clothing to the artifact. He knew from the rolling, power between, the quietened passions, the artifact wasn't able to contain their passion. The artifact still had more to teach them, more to complete, and the feelings that drew them together,around, more truths would be revealed, and Eli was aware of what that meant. Deeper flickering emotions had to be navigated from release bringing the men together and Eli and the man kept cold by the artifact. But as he looked at Tempest and Obsidian, their eyes filled with love and determination and away from the smooth stone walls. He knew that whatever came next, although they would face it together as the storm would involve Eli, they would face it together anew. For now, the artifact’s heart was at bay, the ancient ruins quieted, a new understanding deep in the caves of his heart. Eli rested against the wall, his head tilted up enjoying the remnants of raw, powerful pleasure that the artifact had wrought upon the three of them now released, the ancient stones unquiet glowing the love of the three of them. It returned the power to them. As they walked out of the chamber, another time suddenly slipped upon them. When the dust cleared, they knew the artifact in the ruins kept less of its powerful thrall over the men. Eli had learned that his strength and limitations renewed the lounging glow of the artifact. They had realised that they were were no longer the only ones with the bonds of love. Nature had provided a dark and mysterious ability a strength governing the walls of the ruins with a chill No longer needing to be utilized. The stones of the temple had embraced their heated hearts, one to another. The destiny of the cards would read for themselves not be greater than the life of the men who loved him. In the quiet aftermath of their trial by passion, Eli, Tempest, and Obsidian stood before the ancient ruins, their bodies still humming with the residual echoes of the artifact's contained power. The air was cool and damp, a stark contrast to the heat that had consumed them mere moments ago. The symbols on the stone walls were now still, their ancient magic quieted, the artifact's hungry pull finally sated. Eli reached out, his fingers tracing the intricate carvings, a sense of awe and reverence filling him. He could feel the history etched into every line, every curve, a story of love and sacrifice, of passion and pain. But it was no longer a tale of hungry, uncontrolled power. The artifact had taken what it needed, and now, it rested. "It's over," he whispered, his voice echoing softly in the silent chamber. "It's finally over." Tempest stepped up behind him, his hand resting on Eli's shoulder, a warm, steady weight. "We did it," he said, his voice a low rumble of pride and relief. "Together." Obsidian moved to stand beside them, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the now-dormant artifact. "And now, we must leave this place," he said, his voice a silken caress that held a note of finality. "Our work here is done." Eli turned to face them, his heart pounding in his chest, a drumbeat of anticipation and nervousness. He knew what Obsidian was saying, what he was asking. They had completed their task, had contained the artifact's power, but in doing so, they had crossed a line, had forged a bond that could not be broken. They could no longer stay here, could no longer pretend that their lives were separate, that their love was anything less than what it was a passionate, consuming storm and sea. Tempest's eyes flashed, a mixture of determination and desire. He reached out, his hand cupping Eli's face, his thumb brushing over his cheekbone. His touch was possessive, a clear claim of ownership, a silent vow that he would not give up, not back down, not abandon Eli to the storm. "We'll go together," he said, his voice a low rumble. "The three of us, together." Obsidian's smile was slow and deliberate, a cool, calculating curve of his lips that seemed to seal the vow. "Together," he agreed, his voice a silken caress that sent a shiver of anticipation down Eli's spine. Eli's heart swelled with love and hope, a mix of excitement and fear churning in his stomach. He knew that this was a dangerous path, a delicate dance on the edge of a knife, a constant struggle for dominance and control. But he also knew that it was a path they had to take, a dance they had to perform, a struggle they had to face. Together. He looked up at Tempest, his eyes shining with unshed tears, his voice a breathless whisper. "I love you, Tempest," he said, his voice steady and sure. "And I love you, Obsidian. I love you both so much. And I'm willing to face whatever comes next, as long as I have you both by my side. With the ruins ready to challenge us, what is there that three of us couldn't withstand,under the powers of the artifact? Tempest's eyes softened, the storm within them quieting as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Eli's in a soft, tender kiss. Behind him, Obsidian pressed a kiss to his shoulder, a silent vow of agreement. Eli was theirs, caught between the storm and the sea, consumed by danger and calm, and they were his, bound by something greater than themselves, bound by love and sacrifice, by passion and pain. As they made their way back through the hidden chamber, the ancient stones seemed to hum with approval, the air crackling with a sense of finality, of completion. The ruins had taken what they needed, had claimed their sacrifice, and now, they were at peace, their ancient magic quieted, their hungry power contained. The glowing artifact seemed to show a stillness, ready for a life lived for the three of them together. Eli led the way, his steps sure and steady, his heart pounding with anticipation and nervousness. He knew that they were leaving behind the safety of the library, the familiarity of the ancient ruins, and stepping out into the unknown. But he also knew that they were doing it together, that they were forging a new path, a new life, a new beginning. Within the walls of the hidden buildings, someday they would remember the lessons they had learned together and remember it as a testament to their love. Tempest followed close behind, his presence a warm, solid comfort against the cool, damp air of the chamber. His eyes were dark with determination, his body tense with the need to protect, to claim, to possess. He reached out, his hand wrapping around Eli's, his grip tight, a silent vow that he would not let go, not back down, not abandon him to the storm. Obsidian walked alongside Tempest, steadlly campaigning, keeping them calm,and his eyes also shining with thoughts of a force that would hidden beneath an icy resolve. As they emerged from the hidden staircase, the library seemed to hum with a sense of finality, a quiet approval of their decision. The air was thick with dust and age, but there was something else too, an electric charge that seemed to prickle Eli's skin, a hum that resonated deep within his chest. He turned to face Tempest and Obsidian, his heart pounding in his chest, his body aching with need and desire. The time of sacredness as they were closing the doors, preparing to move in this life. Eli called on them, ready to claim his needs before they finalized their decision to ultimately leave. He looked up at Tempest, his eyes shining with unshed tears, his voice a breathless whisper "I It's our last few hours before they leave. Wanna try something? Maybe in the office? Quick and dirty? Or slow and steamy? Is here a good option? Wanna put a new role play into our closets? I did leave it earlier hoping for something like this." The calm discussion comes to a relief from his mouth. The waiting few seconds left them all turned on as they looked for a better part to leave the next page in their life behind. When he exited the shelves to close behind the twisting stack, he looked back up at Tempest, and both men followed, with a need to protect him with a deep yearning need. As they moved through the library, the air crackled with tension, a palpable force that seemed to press against the very walls themselves. But this time, it was not a tension born of fear or danger, but of anticipation, of excitement, of need. The next time they returned the books to these shelves they would be different, changed, forged anew in the fires of their passion. More strong and desired. They locked up, books needed to be returned and loose ends tied in life. Tempest and Obsidian secured the heavy entry way chains into the library behind them. The last standing of the steel of the heavy door. The now abandoned silence of the books, left behind. Eli felt a sense of renewal of refreshing life, as the door closed shut. He had come here to start over and he had done what the prophecy called him to. Now it was time for something new. But even as they stepped out into the cool night air, the wind whipping around them, Eli knew that they were not leaving the ancient magic of the library, the ruins, or each other—behind. They were taking it with them, carrying it into their new life, their new beginning. They were forging a new path, a new journey, a new chapter in their story. In the long awaited bounty of their lives, the push of loving life of the three of them. They did not speak, the air thick with a flow of love of the sheer silence . There was no desperation or wanting or even though an early yearning to return to anything. Simply determination that flowed the wave of love in the distance between them. The place of love in the anguish of desperation between the love of Obsidian and Tempest, they were simply need men that needed more of Eli. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a beacon of the world that awaited them, the life that was calling their names. But Eli knew that they would not be rushed, that they would take their time, that they would savor every moment of this journey, this adventure, this new beginning. Eli had come to the library to start a new chapter in his life, to escape the pain of his past and the uncertainty of his future. But he had found so much more. He had found love, he had found passion, he had found a sense of belonging, of purpose, of home. He had found Tempest and Obsidian, and he knew that he would never let them go. The love of them that had shown the coldness of Tempest and the calmness of Obsidian, drove the men to desire him, ready for their new life together. One that would be forged from within the embrace of love and the picture of three men for taboo. Eli was ready for them, ready for their new life, ready for the adventure that awaited them. The world was still forming anew and hungry in front of them. anything and everything was possible. He looked up at Tempest, his eyes shining with love and determination. He looked at Obsidian, his eyes gleaming with cool resolve and steadfast devotion keeping the safety of their new life for the love of Eli. And he knew, in that moment, that he was exactly where he was meant to be. The cool beads of their perseverance dripped on the men. This was the end for now. The groundwork was settling within the ruins. They were ready to embrace their unique, passionate relationship, ready to face whatever challenges came next. The air was filled with a charge of promise, a hum of anticipation, a whisper of things to come. The three of them, bonded by love and sacrifice, by passion and pain, they were ready to face the world together as three men in love. The trailing sparks of their passion would not be left within the walls of the ruins but rather the love of the three of them. As they turned to face the city, the cool night air whipping around them, Eli knew that this was just the beginning. The ancient magic of the library, the ruins, the artifact, it was not gone, not forgotten. It was a part of them now, a piece of their story, their journey, their love. And it would be with them, always. Welcome to a new life, welcome to a world waiting for them to paint the picture of passion between Tempest, Obsidian, and Eli something that would entrench the lives from the artifact within. Ready to face the world, they showed the bonds of the men loved together. On the streets of the city, the world was a new place for them, forged in the fields of love and passion the many nights within the library. Outside the calmness and storms that put them together in this novel, the unfinished business awaiting them the abandoned moments together within.