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Eiden, Quincy, and Yakumo are missing from the dining table. It’s almost breakfast time, but they’re still not awake yet.
Blade and Garu had been asking for their whereabouts since early in the morning, and Olivine reassured them that perhaps they overslept. Which, in Olivine’s opinion, was a rare occurrence, at least for Yakumo who always wakes up early to help prepare breakfast. Eiden oversleeping wasn’t something strange, especially since last night he retired to the bed with Quincy in tow. Olivine assumed they’d appear when it was time for breakfast.
But everyone is here, waiting for them so breakfast can be served, and they’re nowhere to be seen. Garu is already salivating, Dante looks pissed, and Edmond seems worried, though masked by grumbling about Eiden having no sense of time. It won’t be good to keep them waiting any longer.
“I’ll go check on them.” Olivine offers, mostly to pacify Dante and Edmond. If they’re not going to join breakfast, then the others can start first. Garu and Blade want to come with him, but Olivine rejects them gently. He has a feeling that the three of them are still asleep. If Garu and Blade came with him, they might get overexcited and disturb their rest.
Olivine makes his way to Yakumo’s bedroom first, the one closest to the dining room. There’s no sound coming from inside the room, so Olivine raises his hand to knock on the door.
“Yakumo, are you awake?” No answer, and Olivine knocks again. “Yakumo? It’s breakfast time.”
Still no answer. Concern fills him, and Olivine decides to directly open the door, discovering the empty bedroom. The desk lamp is on, and the bed looks messy; which means Yakumo slept in there last night, but moved somewhere else, most likely before morning. Yakumo wouldn’t leave his bed unmade if he wasn’t in a hurry or if he woke up normally. Where is he right now? If he’s awake, then he should be somewhere in the mansion.
Then it clicks to Olivine that Yakumo sometimes has a nightmare, and he won’t be able to go back to sleep once awakened from it. Olivine once found him nodding off in the library with a stack of books next to him. He also remembers Edmond saying he nearly got a heart attack because he thought he encountered a monster in the kitchen—said ‘monster’ turned out to be an exhausted Yakumo with messy hair and thick eyebags who had spent the entire night cooking.
(It took Edmond a lot to convince Yakumo he’s not a monster, and he was just seeing things. Olivine had to get involved in it.)
And since Yakumo wasn’t in the kitchen, he ought to be in the library. Olivine hurries to the library, giving short greetings to the maids and butlers he passed. To his surprise, and further worry, Yakumo isn’t in the library. He asks several people nearby, and no one had seen him either, not even the butlers and the maids working from dawn. Yakumo doesn’t just disappear without notifying anyone. Olivine’s heartbeat quickens; where has Yakumo gone off to?
He should tell Eiden. Eiden might know where Yakumo is, or if he didn’t, he will know what to do. Olivine thanks the maids and practically runs in the direction of Eiden’s bedroom. Yakumo wouldn’t get kidnapped in the middle of the night, would he? Lately, there has been news circulating in the town about people getting snatched away to be exchanged for a huge amount of ransom.
“Eiden. Eiden, wake up please.” Olivine knocks on the door, a bit too hard, but he can’t help it—he’s worried about Yakumo’s safety. “Eiden, wake up. I can’t find Yakumo everywhere.” No one answers him, and Olivine frowns. How deep is his sleep? Seems like he has no other choice but to directly wake him up. “Eiden, I’m coming in.”
A pungent scent of combined essence attacks his nose, sending him reeling, and Olivine immediately shuts the door to compose himself. He breathes deeply several times to regulate his rocketing heartbeat and calms the impulse of arousal rising in his stomach. The scent was so strong it almost got him hard in an instant. Even now, he still can remember it, and Olivine recites a few prayers to distract him from lust.
Only when he feels like he won’t get overwhelmed by the temptation and start masturbating in public did he finally open the door again—this time he lets the door ajar to get rid of some of the essence first. Hopefully, no one around will get affected by the scent.
The scent finally dissipates enough to not be overwhelming. Still, Olivine pinches his nose shut to prevent an unfortunate incident as he enters the room. What he sees both dispel the worry from his heart and make him smile. No wonder he couldn’t find Yakumo.
Yakumo didn’t disappear, he is asleep between Quincy and Eiden, serving as their pillow. Eiden’s head is tucked on Yakumo’s shoulder, an arm and a leg clinging to Yakumo’s body. Then there’s Quincy, his face hidden in Yakumo’s hair. His long arm is draped over both Yakumo and Eiden in a rather protective hug. A blanket covers their lower bodies, but anyone can see that they’re fully naked beneath it.
The discarded bedsheet and three pairs of underwear on the floor, along with the scent of essence greeting him before already tell Olivine enough about the reason behind their oversleeping. Needless to say, he doesn’t have to worry anymore.
Olivine closes the door behind him, allowing the three of them to continue their slumber. They will have to eat breakfast this morning without them.
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It’s well past noon when Eiden, Quincy, and Yakumo emerge from their lair, looking haggard and drained. So far they’re clean and smell like Eiden’s soap, but they can’t hide the thick bags underneath their eyes. They didn’t go to the dining room; instead, they shuffle sluggishly to the loungeroom where Olivine has been making decorations for a birthday party in the orphanage with Blade and Garu—both of them are currently out to fetch more colored papers and glitters from Blade’s treasure box of cute items.
Olivine greets them with a smile. “Good afternoon, Eiden, Yakumo, Mr. Quincy. Oh, and Topper too.”
Four different voices chorus in return, with varying degrees of energy imbued in them.
“…afternoon, Olivine…”
“Good a-afternoon… Father Olivine…”
“Hngh…”
“Squeaks!”
Out of them all, Topper is the most excited, energetic one. He must be the only one getting the most rest and the only one with no aches. Olivine silently observes them as they walk to the biggest, comfiest couch in the lounge with the most pillows stacked on it. He needs to know the extent of their discomfort so he can ease some of the aches.
Eiden looks the most miserable out of them; he appears to be having difficulty walking, and standing up in general. He keeps hitting his lower back and massaging his shoulders. Oh, he repeatedly adjusts the front of his pants too. And when he sits on the couch, he does it very, very gingerly, as though every single movement will hurt him. Then he adjusts his pants again, on the crotch area. Once he settles down on the couch, his whole body relaxes, limbs stretched out to the floor and the side.
Yakumo’s facial expressions and gestures show his worry towards Eiden, but he can’t hide his pain either—he constantly winces and seems to be uncomfortable with his clothes, particularly around the chest, shoulder, and thigh area. Olivine notices his legs are slightly bowed as he walks; like he’s trying to keep his thighs separated all the time even when sitting, very unlike the usual Yakumo who likes to keep his legs closed. His posture seems to be unusually tense as well. Occasionally he rubs on his shoulders absentmindedly, and his whole face blooms in bright red.
As for Quincy… Olivine lacks adequate words to describe Quincy’s situation aside from that he seems to be falling asleep on his feet. Or he might be already sleepwalking from the moment he entered the lounge. The moment his bottom touches the couch, he leans his head back and doesn’t move anymore.
Ah, the very obvious signs of overindulgence. Olivine is used to seeing (and experiencing) them.
“Master! Yakumo! Quincy!” Garu brightens up seeing the three dried-out people on the couch.
“Darling is here! Little Yakumo and Quin-Quin too!”
Blade drops rolls of colored papers on Olivine and comes barrelling to tackle Eiden, but Eiden lifts one hand. “Sorry Blade, but not now… I’m aching all over… ow, ow, ow…”
Denied of a hug and a kiss from his darling, Blade pouts; he shifts his attention to the person next to Eiden, Yakumo. Before he can jump on Yakumo’s lap for some kisses, Yakumo holds up both of his hands. “M-M-Mr. Blade, please don’t… my thighs and chest are… s-sore…” He blushes heavily. “N-Next time you can do anything you want!”
Olivine hides his laugh behind his hand.
Rejected for the second time, Blade then changes his target—the person sitting next to Yakumo. “Quin-Quin!”
“…Zzzz…”
“I think Mr. Quincy is already asleep…”
Alright, time to intervene. He’d rather not see Blade pouting and looking sad because the targets of his affection are aching from too much sex. “Blade, Garu, can you two ask the maids to prepare some meals for Eiden, Yakumo, and Mr. Quincy? They missed breakfast and lunch, I’m sure they must be hungry.”
“Okay!”
“Let’s go, Garu-Garu!”
Garu puts a box of glitter next to the decorations and follows Blade out of the lounge, leaving them in a peaceful silence.
“Thanks for that, Olivine…” Eiden laughs helplessly. “We kind of overdid ourselves last night…”
“I can see that.” Olivine sits next to Eiden and takes a hold of his hand. “I’ll use healing magic to ease some of the aches away, but I won’t completely remove them.” His hand glows as the healing magic begins to work its way to Eiden. “Consider that a lesson to not exert yourself too much.”
“I know, I know, I got carried away last night, couldn’t control myself. Yakumo and Quincy together were just amazing!” The tension on Eiden’s body melts away, and he seems more comfortable. “Oooh, yeah, that feels great… thanks, Olivine.”
Olivine shakes his head fondly and goes to Yakumo’s side. “Are you doing okay, Yakumo? Was it a bad one?” He holds Yakumo’s gloved hand, softening his voice and massaging the slender fingers. Yakumo must’ve gone to Eiden’s room after the nightmare, hence why he got tangled between Eiden and Quincy’s routine maintenance work. Olivine knows how bad Yakumo’s nightmares can be, how haunting they can be for the gentle Yakumo.
Yakumo smiles. “I’m okay, Father Olivine. Mr. Quincy and Mr. Eiden were beside me all night, so it wasn’t too scary anymore.”
“I’ll ease the pain a little bit, alright?” He uses healing magic, and he can see the immediate relief from the small sigh Yakumo exhales and the lack of tension in his posture. "Better?"
“Y-yes, thank you…”
Last but not least, Quincy. Olivine hesitates to do it because Quincy is sleeping and he doesn’t want to do it without his consent. However, Topper chirps at him, which Yakumo translates as ‘go ahead’ and Olivine repeats the same process. The frown on Quincy’s forehead loosens, and his complexion looks a lot better than before.
“I’ll leave you to rest now. I’ll come back with the meals.” Olivine takes a blanket from the other couch and drapes it over Quincy’s sleeping form. He gives Yakumo and Eiden each a blanket and a pillow, in case they want to take another nap—seeing that Eiden is already yawning, it won’t be too long before he falls asleep again.
“Thanks, Olivine…”
“Thank you, Father Olivine…”
As he walks out of the lounge, Olivine pieces together the hints and clues based on his observations and Eiden’s words. Quincy had sex with Eiden, then Yakumo came to them. After that, Quincy and Yakumo did something together, in which Eiden decided to join in the fun—resulting in a threesome between them.
His cheeks burn from the imagination, stirring another wave of arousal in his groin.
Perhaps next time he can join in too…