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Summary: Grant’s in over his head, Damon’s amused, Davy’s confused, Max is disgusted and Severus seems to take it all in stride. Sometimes things aren’t always what they seem.
Davy swallowed. He didn't know what to say; he'd never served a couple before. However his training kicked in and he slid down to the floor to his knees. "Yes, sir."
Volcano 4
Grant looked at him and smiled gently. "You needn't kneel to me, Davy, go on and sit back on the bed, Damon will have your sandwich here soon. I'll be right back, alright?"
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"You did WHAT?" Damon stared at his husband as he listened to Grant explain what he and Davy had talked about and his solution. He shook his head. "Grant... baby... love of my life... what possessed you to tell this young man that?"
Grant started to open his mouth and stopped, he really didn't know what to tell his husband. He'd told the young man that he would be serving he and Damon for the week without asking Damon. "I honestly don't know Damon, but surely this could be a good thing?"
Damon chuckled harshly. "I just..." He laughed some more. "Pet, what do you think Sev is going to do when he finds out? Davy wants to forget his problems. Do you think that we can do that for him when he wants to warm Sev's bed?"
Naively, Grant looked at Damon. "There's room for three in our bed, you know that."
Damon smiled at his husband. "Would you like me to fuck him, Grant? Do you want to? That's what he was trying to tell you about his training." He took a deep breath. “If what you are telling me is correct and by how he was acting, he was sent away for training as a pleasure slave and that's it." Damon waited for it to sink in for his husband.
"Oh... oh, I see," Grant said softly and then looked back to the tent. "I can't tell him to go Damon. He's miserable, thinks no one wants him." He closed his eyes and thought for a moment before opening his mouth. "I'm alright if you wish to do certain things with him." The words spoken softly as Grant's eyes stayed on Damon's toes.
Damon shook his head. "Pet, look at me." He met the dark eyes. "I don't want anyone else. I've sown my oats and have no urge to partake of his wares." He shook his head. "I don't mean that to sound like he's nothing but a dumpster but I don't need anyone but you." He held out a hand to Grant. "He's welcome to stay but I don't think I can provide that part to him."
Grant placed his hand in his husband's and smiled at him. "Alright, I can live with that. We'll just see what happens, okay?" he said as he stepped forward and laid his head on the man's broad chest. He really wasn't looking forward to telling Severus.
"I should go get the boy's things."
Damon wrapped his arms around Grant and held him for a moment. "If you want to help him, make him do it. Give him the order to move his things to our tent." He swallowed. "It's what he needs I think and most likely will help keep him grounded."
"Wouldn't it be better to come from you? I'm his equal," Grant said softly.
"Maybe but you told him he would be serving us both right?"
"Yes Sir," Grant replied and turned to the tent. "I'll go tell him." Pulling away from Damon, the smaller man re-entered the tent.
Davy had stripped off his clothes and knelt on the floor of the tent waiting on his new Masters to return, his bag was packed and setting beside the door.
Grant stopped in his tracks as he took in the sight of the nude man. "Davy... what are you doing?" he asked, unsure of the situation, wondering if he should call for Damon.
"This is how this boy serves, Sir." Davy answered softly.
"You don't have to serve me in that manner Davy," Grant said quickly as he picked up the boy's clothes and set them down in front of him. "Do you have all of your things?” Davy paled. "Sir? I don't know any other way" He said softly but rose gracefully and grabbed his satchel, waiting to follow Grant.
Grant reached out and placed one hand on Davy's bare chest. "You can't go out nude Davy, you need to get dressed please," he said, his face feeling warmer as he knew it was getting redder.
Davy nodded. "Yes, sir." He set his bag down and pulled a small pair of shorts from the bag. He slipped on the tight black running shorts and picked up his bag again. "Is this better sir?"
Grant nodded, swallowing heavily. Oh Merlin, what had he gotten them into, he wondered as he looked at the scantily clad body and thought things he really shouldn't be thinking. "We just need to take your things to our tent.”
"This is all, sir. This boy is ready for you and your Master." Davy bowed his head and waited.
"You've nothing you need to retrieve?" Grant asked and then remembered the boy had a bike. "Where is your motorcycle?"
Davy blinked. He had forgotten about the cycle in all the upheaval, even though it had been foremost on his mind before Grant's offer. "It's parked near Blue Feather, sir. This boy is sorry he didn't remember." He knelt again, hanging in his head.
Grant cupped his hand under the boy's chin and lifted his face. "What did you do so terribly wrong Davy? You just need to bring your bike over and park it with ours, okay? Would you like Damon to go with you?" he asked softly as he moved his hand and let his fingers run through the dark hair.
Davy closed his eyes and sighed as Grant's fingers ran through his hair. "This boy lied and left things out." He said softly. "Either Sir is fine if you wish it."
"You didn't lie, you forgot, there is a difference," Grant murmured as he bent to help the younger man up. "Let me get Damon, alright?"
Davy stayed on his knees. "Yes sir. This boy will stay on his knees for your Master. He will wait right where you tell him." He tilted his head to the side and framed himself once more waiting on the other man to arrive and pass judgement.
Grant looked down at Davy once more and quickly left the tent. "Damon... Sir... I think I'm in over my head," he said softly.
"What do you want me to do about it, Pet? This was your idea. You can handle him." Damon chuckled.
"Yes Sir," Grant said softly and went back to the tent. "Put on jeans, a shirt, socks and boots Davy, you and I shall go retrieve your bike, okay?" Grant watched the other man to see if he would listen to him.
"Yes sir." Davy stood and set his bag in a chair. He stripped out of the shorts and began to pull out the clothes like Grant had told him and dressed. Once finished, he folded up the shorts replaced them in the bag and knelt once again.
"You don't have to keep kneeling Davy. Come on, let's go," Grant said as he closed his eyes and cursed himself for this. "We'll walk over and you can ride your bike back, okay?"
"Yes sir. Has this boy displeased you already sir?" Davy bit his lip as he stood and followed Grant out of the tent.
Grant shook his head, hoping no one would be in the camp as they moved through it. "No Davy, you've done nothing wrong, alright?" he said softly. "Come on, let's get moving."
Davy hurried to catch up but still remained two paces behind Grant. "Yes sir." He snuck a quick look around to make certain they were headed in the right direction.
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Max looked up at the movement and scratched his head trying to figure out what he was seeing. "Damon... what the hell?"
Damon grinned. "Just watch." He chuckled as he eyed his sub being followed by the other man. "Grant's trying to help and I want to see how far it will go."
Max narrowed his eyes for a moment trying to figure out exactly what Grant was up to. "Is this something that's going to make Sev pop a gasket?" he asked as he watched his friend coming from a different direction. This might not be pretty.
Damon looked at Max. "It might but he brought it on himself." He shrugged and settled down in his chair to watch.
Max was thinking this was a spectacularly bad idea, but Grant and Davy managed to slip past Severus' gaze and without realizing it, he let out the breath he'd been holding.
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Grant quickly led the way to Blue Feather before he stopped and looked to Davy. "Where is your bike?" he asked. Grant simply wanted to see the kid on his bike and heading back for camp before he started walking back himself.
Davy pointed to a white Sportster with Illinois plates, parked in a long line of cycles. "Does Sir want this boy to start the cycle for him, so he may ride back? This boy will follow on foot if Sir desires."
Grant shook his head, this was not what he'd planned. "No Davy, you need to ride the bike back, alright? Go on and get it back to camp, I'll walk back," he said as he waited for the boy to go to his machine. Grant well knew the rules about him riding with someone else and he wasn't about to drive the bike himself, it was too damned tall for him.
Davy hung his head. "This boy is sorry Sir, he didn't understand. It has hydraulics to raise and lower it Sir, if you would like to ride." He looked up at Grant and then looked to his feet again. "Boy is supposed to see that Sir is comfortable. Does Sir want this boy to drive him back? Sir doesn't have to walk, this boy is well trained on the cycle."
"Nothing to be sorry about Davy, it's alright. You and I need to work out a way for us both to get back to the camp with your bike. I'm not driving your bike, so that is out," Grant said as he looked up into the other man's down turned face. "Don't be sad Davy."
Davy nodded. "This boy is here to do what Sir demands. To make Sir happy any way he can. If it pleases Sir, a friend was going to watch it while this boy was with Master Severus. Shall this boy leave it with him with the same agreement?" He said softly. "This boy will do whatever he is told to do."
Grant was tempted to just leave the bike, but he knew Davy would need it for any getting about, Damon simply couldn't ride all three of them on his bike. "Davy, I want you to drive your bike back and park it next to Damon's, alright?" he asked and patted the boy's arm.
"Yes sir." Davy pulled on his helmet and got on the cycle after securing his bag to the back. He turned to look at Grant again and then lowered his eyes. "Shall this boy wait at the cycles for Sir?
"You don't have to Davy, just go find Damon, alright? Please let him know I'll be along shortly," Grant said as he gave the boy a wave and turned to walk back.
Davy nodded and started the cycle, rolling it backwards then turned around and drove slowly through the crowds to the other side of the camp. He parked the Sportster next to the big Road King and grabbed his bag off the back. He made his way back to the Wolffe camp and sank to his knees next to Damon. "Master, Sir will be here shortly. Sir said to let Master know."
Damon nodded then pursed his lips and scanned the crowds for his husband. "Thank You Davy."
Nearly twenty minutes later, a harassed looking Grant walked back into the Wolffe camp and sank down into a chair next to Damon, giving him a smile before he reached over to get a cold drink. "I see Davy made it back alright," he murmured looking at the boy kneeling at his husband's side.
Damon held out a hand to Grant and pushed him back in the seat then nodded. "Yes and are you well, My Own? You look a little peaked." He turned to Davy. "Davy get Grant a drink. He likes the Diet Coke with three ice cubes."
Davy scurried to do as told and Damon turned his attention Grant. Smiling at his husband, he brought Grant's hand to his lips. "Have you talked with your slave? Discussed all the ground rules the two of you will abide by?"
For the first time Damon thought he might be able to see why Grant had done this but then again there was no telling how his Injun's mind worked. He could feel more eyes on him then just Grant’s and waited to see what would happen.
Grant shook his head, he'd not really had a chance to speak to the boy, not sure how to get past his defense of dropping to his knees and cowering. "No Sir, but I shall now," he said quietly and waited for Davy to bring him his drink.
Davy came back with Grant's soda in a plastic cup. He knelt in front of the other man, shuffled forward on his knees and held it out to him. Once the other man had taken the drink, he settled himself between Grant's legs, laying his head on Grant's thigh and nuzzled the other man.
Stricken, Grant nearly dropped his drink and looked to Damon for instruction. He wasn't a Dom, but he understood what the boy needed. "Thank you sweet Davy," he murmured as he ran his hand through the boy's hair and gently pushed his head back down towards his knee.
Davy made a purring noise and pressed a kiss to Grant's knee. He laid his head down and waited for more instructions, turning his face every now and again to rub and nuzzle Grant's leg.
Damon watched all this with a smirk and then turned to look at his husband. "Well done, Pet. What would you like for him to do now? He is now, literally, at your beck and call." He sat back in his chair and stretched his legs out, crossing them at the ankle.
Grant licked his lips carefully and considered his options. "Davy, please sit up here in one of the chairs, alright? You don't need to be in the dirt," he said as he gave the dark hair a gentle tug. He thought for a moment about what Damon would do and nodded to himself. "Davy, we need to discuss some things, alright?"
Davy pressed one last kiss to Grant's leg and crawled to a chair. He sat down and bowed his head then framed himself as best as he could. "This boy is ready to do what Sir would desire of him."
"Davy, I just want you to know you are safe and no one is going to harm you. No one is going to force you to do things you would not be happy doing. All I ask is that you eat as you should and that you monitor your health appropriately, do you understand?" Grant said as he reached over and took his husband's hand, hoping he'd not messed up badly.
Davy blinked his eyes and looked at the two men beside him. He bowed his head. "Yes Sirs." He said softly. They didn't want him any more than Master Severus had and it took all of his considerable training to stay in his chair and not run from the camp.
Grant noticed that something seemed to sadden Davy and he really didn't understand it, but he reached out and took one of the younger man's hands with his own and pulled him over to his chair. "Sit with me Davy," he said softly as he scooted over in his lawn chair.
"Yes Sir." Davy slid out of the chair, crawled over to Grant and climbed up in the chair with him. He tried to make himself take up as little space as possible on the plastic chaise, leaving most of the room for Grant. His eyes cut over to Damon then quickly back to the bright red and blue stripes on the chair.
Grant's heart ached and he looked to Damon for any sign of reassurance. Softly, in his native tongue, Grant asked his Dom if Davy could possibly sit on his lap, to know he was wanted.
Damon eyed his little husband and nodded. Grant had gotten them into this and he really wasn't certain just exactly what to do for the boy. To send him away would do greater harm than good. However Severus and Davy both needed to learn the lesson of communication.
Grant took hold of Davy's hands once more and gently nudged him out of the chair, pushing him to Damon. "Davy, go see Master, alright?" he said gently.
Damon's eyes went wide as he stared at Grant. He had misunderstood what Grant had wanted. He had though his husband was asking permission to hold the other man. It didn't matter though the offer was there and Damon would see it through. He took a deep breath and opened his arms to Davy. "Come here, Davy." He said softly and patted his lap.
Silently, Davy went to the older man allowing himself to be placed on his lap. He was so confused, he wasn't sure what the two men wanted of him and didn't know how he'd be required to serve them later on, but he knew he'd do his very best. "Thank you Master," he said softly, his hands framing himself for the older man.
Damon nodded and arranged the younger man across his lap. "I want you to relax, Davy." He pulled the sub closer and settled the dark head against his chest, over his heart and slowly rocked the young man. "I want you to relax and speak freely, Davy. What do you expect from Grant and I this week?"
Davy didn't know exactly what to say, no one had ever asked him that before. "To be allowed to sleep a few hours a day, maybe a shower, some food..." he said softly, his voice trailing off, he didn't know what else to ask for. "Is that right, Master?"
Damon wrinkled his brow but continued to rock the smaller man. "Perfectly fine, Davy. Is there anything else you would like?"
Davy shook his head, he knew better than to start asking for things. "No Master, whatever you and Sir wish for boy will be fine," he said quietly, bowing his head. "I will do my best for you both." Davy wondered if Master Damon would beat him as he fucked him or if Sir would. He knew that Severus had learned from the man and Severus was brutal.
Damon raised an eyebrow and looked at Davy. "I have no doubts that you will to a good job. I can tell you are a well trained boy." He looked at Grant. "Are you certain there is nothing else you want to ask of us?"
Swallowing hard, Davy glanced at both men, "Please don't hit boy in the face?" He whispered and dropped his gaze once more. "Use this boy anyway you wish please."
"No hitting in the face, very good." Damon nodded. "I will Davy, just a few more questions first. Is there absolutely anything else you would not like me to do? I need to know right now before we go any further."
Davy took a deep breath and nodded. "Please don't make me be a toilet, Master and please... maybe if it's cold I could sleep in a tee shirt?" he asked, licking his lips nervously, unaware that Max was standing a few feet behind him with Severus.
"But it's okay, I don't need to sleep in anything, I'm sorry."
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Max ground his teeth and tightened his grip on his friend's arm as they listened to the boy speak. He shook Severus, almost daring him to say something.
Severus glared at Max then at Damon. Shaking his head, he continued to watch the other men, waiting to see what else would happen.
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"Maybe... maybe not hit me in the stomach much?" Davy asked, not noticing as Grant became angrier and angrier.
Damon nodded and gritted his teeth as petted the boy's hair and continued to rock him. He was going to beat the shit out of Severus once he got his subs settled. "Alright, no hitting in the face and stomach, no water sports, and clothes to sleep in, correct? All reasonable requests, Davy. Anything else and I need to know your safe word then I will tell you what I expect of you. Be honest and open with me Davy, nothing you say will be used or held against you."
"Boy's safe word is 'red', Master. This boy will do anything to please you and Sir. Boy doesn't need clothes to sleep in Master, he doesn't need them. Master and Sir can hit boy anywhere they wish, it's alright," Davy said fearfully. This was an odd situation for him, but he didn't want to be turned out, he'd do anything not to be.
"Boy can eat the food in his bag Master," he said, hoping to be helpful.
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Max was considering breaking the British Dom's neck within the next five minutes and then offering his own to Damon for not making sure Davy was alright.
Severus gritted his teeth knowing that if he opened his mouth, he would most assuredly be picking his teeth up off the ground. He stared curiously at the man on Damon’s lap wondering why the sub hadn’t spoken up before. Shame began to creep over him and he shook his head silently, not knowing what to do or how to make it right.
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Damon held Davy close to him and shushed him. "Calm down Davy, everything you have asked for is reasonable and I will abide by it. Now, here is what you can expect of me." He lifted the boy’s face up and looked into the deep blue eyes.
"I will make certain you are eating properly and that Grant monitors your sugar levels. You will have something to sleep in and you will be warm and safe." He pressed a kiss to Davy's forehead. "Thank you for your gift of submission, Davy it is a precious and wonderful thing and I will not abuse it."
Davy slipped off of Damon's lap and knelt down in the dirt, bending over so his cheek was laid on top of Damon's dusty boot and one hand was curled around Grant's ankle. His tears washed streaks in the dust on the black leather and he wondered if he would be punished for that. "Thank you Master, thank you Sir, boy promises to be good. His body is yours," he said softly as he remained in the dirt.
"It's all right, little one. You are a good boy." Damon bent and ran a hand over Davy's hair. He picked up the young man and settled him in the chair with Grant then stood. "Davy, why don't you go shower and get some fresh clothes on. Grant, check his sugars again, make certain he's where he is supposed to be and you all eat if you need to. Davy, you are more than welcome to spend some time with Gregory if you like and he is not busy with Max. Take care of each other for now while I decide on what we are going to do this afternoon."
Damon turned around and fixed Severus and Max with a look. "We need to have a talk, boys."
Max nodded, waiting until Grant led Davy away before turning Severus' arm loose and propelling him to one of the vacated chairs. Max looked at Damon and sighed sadly. "I had no idea Damon."
Severus looked sick, he'd not ever struck Davy as he'd asked not to be, but some of the other things he was definitely guilty.
Damon held out a hand to Max and shook his head then rubbed his hands over his face. "Severus..." He stopped and took a deep breath. "I am severely disappointed in you. The only thing that is keeping me from tearing into you and beating the living daylights out of you is the fact that it won't do any good. So you have forced my hand in this matter to pull out the one thing I know will get through to you."
Damon knelt and looked Severus in the eye. "Talk, Severus. Right now. I want to know what was going through you mind when you took the boy on. You are better than that mark and we both know it. However your actions have been reduced to that mark once again. You know what I am talking about and I demand an answer now, Severus."
Severus swallowed, he knew why he'd done what he had to Davy, but to actually say it... he didn't know if he could. After opening his mouth a few times, the words finally came forth. "To make him pay for everything I go through during the year," he said, his voice barely audible. "I never hit his face or his stomach Damon, never, but I didn't treat him as I should have either."
Damon hung his head. "I thought as much." He didn't know what to say to the younger man. He'd been in Severus' place and it was only Grant's persistence and love that had helped him move past it and even then he still back slid. It was something Severus was going to have to deal with before he would allow the boy to return to Severus. "Now that you've admitted it we need to do something about it."
Severus looked Damon in the eyes and nodded. "Do you want me to go?" he asked and then looked up at Max. "I will go back to Echo and then to the UK, I'll be out of your lives. I'd like to apologize to Davy first if I may."
Damon sighed. "Severus, if all you can do is run then yes, I want you to go. However I think you are a better man than that." He looked at Max, as an idea formed then turned his gaze back to Severus.
"I've changed my mind. I think you know all you need to know about regrets. I want you to stay so you can learn a little about acceptance and forgiveness. I think you need tell someone else your little secret." He looked pointedly at Severus then nodded to Max.
Severus nodded and then realization dawned on him as to what Damon meant. He grit his teeth as he drew his wand and waved it over his left forearm, removing the glamour that covered the Deatheater tattoo that was there and then looked at Max. "I was a Deatheater when I was younger," he said clearly, waiting for his friend to understand and then make his decision.
Max sucked in a breath and stared at the black tattoo. He knew what it was of course; the stories of Deatheaters were told here in America as well. Tales of dark Wizards that did horrible things were told to keep children in line; almost like the bogeymen for Wizards. He didn't want to believe it of his friend. His eyes roamed over Severus' closed off face and he shook his head. "It doesn't excuse things but it does explain some." he said quietly. He realized that as much time he had spent with Severus last year and this one he really didn't know anything about the man.
Max cut his eyes to Damon and wondered why the other man had allowed Severus to remain with them with such a blemish on him. There must have been something that Damon and Grant saw in Severus that allowed them to look past the mark and accept Severus for who he was. "You say was, but I know the tales. One doesn't just leave Voldemort's service. How long has that been there?"
"Since I turned seventeen. I was young and stupid, thinking that by doing this, I would fit in, that I would be accepted. On the cutting edge of a new civilization. How quickly I learned otherwise, but it was too late," Severus said. He didn't want pity and he knew not to expect understanding, he simply wished to tell his friend why.
"A year after I took the mark, I was forced to join in with some of the most heinously imaginable crimes and I ran. I knew the Dark Lord would kill me and maybe I wanted him too, but I ended up back at Hogwarts begging for mercy. Begging Albus Dumbledore to make it all better. He couldn't of course, I knew that, but I was hoping against hope that he would protect me as he did the smallest of students," Severus continued, swallowing, knowing that even though this was a horrible shock to his friend, he had to do it. "Albus allowed me a second chance. I began to serve the Order as a spy, and have done so since I was eighteen."
Max stared at him. "I don’t understand. Why is it alright to treat Davy like you have? Why do you continue to act like a Deatheater when I know Damon and Grant would have never let you in the door?" He eyed his friend trying to understand the need and desire to want to align yourself with some... thing like that.
"I don't know that I will ever forgive myself for what I've done in the past," Severus said softly. "In Davy, I suppose I found an outlet for my anger and self loathing. He never said a word to stop me no matter what I put him through." He almost prayed Max would draw his wand and put him out of his misery, or that Damon would.
Max nodded and then looked at Damon. "I‘m sorry Damon, I feel like I am at fault here as well. I had a feeling that things weren‘t right and I didn‘t say anything."
Damon sighed. “A lot of things got mixed up and I suppose we are all somewhat at fault. The fact of the matter is we’ve realized now there is a problem and it needs to be addressed.”
Severus closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, feeling relieved that Max now knew most of his secrets, at least the ones that he could tell. "Now how do I make this up to Davy?" he asked quietly.
"Are you sending him back, Damon?" Severus asked, wondering if he had a chance of at least befriending the younger man.
Damon looked at the two men and sighed. "No, Grant's claimed Davy in my name." He rubbed his face again. "To be honest with you, I don't know what you can do to make it up to him. He's in bad shape and just wanted someone to serve so badly he'd take anything. What I can't figure out is why he took a shine to you?"
"He told me it was because I pushed him past his comfort levels," Severus said softly. "He said it helped him centre himself. I think he'll do well with you Damon."
Max collected his thoughts, trying to make a decision abut whether or not this new information about Severus would truly affect their friendship. He set it aside and looked to Damon. "New revelations notwithstanding, I agree with Severus that Davy will do well with you Damon but as antsy as Grant is about the Muggles. Is it wise to keep the boy with you all?"
Damon shrugged his shoulders. "We've got the wards set up so we are protected somewhat. I'll not send Davy away tonight. I think that they might actually be good for each other. We've had a big day so far this morning. Let's just leave things as is for today and we'll see how things play out."
He watched Max and Severus for a moment. "How's your boy Gregory taking all this? He stood up for Davy like a trooper and he made some valid points. It's not always easy to stand up for what's right especially when it goes against the grain."
Severus smiled at the thought of Max's companion. "The boy took me to task over his friend and was kind enough to explain his illness to me," he said with a rueful laugh.
Max gave Damon one of his easy grins and nodded. "I think Gregory'll be all right, I just have to remember not to stick my head so far up my ass next time. He's awful protective of Davy, it's too bad they don't live closer to each other," he said as he stretched his long legs out in front of him and looked, smiling as he saw Grant and Davy approaching their camp. "I think the three of us will clear out and go find some trouble Damon, you and your harem be careful, alright?"
"It's about time someone did, Severus. I should have said something earlier but I let you do what you felt was right. Every bird's got to get their wings sometime."
Damon shook his head. Harem indeed. He looked at Max. "Idiot. That sounds good to me. I want everyone to have some fun after all this. What are we going to do about our decision to instruct Severus on more intimate play?"
Max blew out his breath. "I don't know Damon, Gregory’s made it pretty clear he's afraid of Sev."
Damon took a deep breath. "It's not right to use the boy as a guinea pig with Severus. So don't force him into anything. I hate to say it but it looks like we may need another tent.”
Severus hung his head for a moment, realizing that not only had he fucked up his good time but everyone else’s as well. “Max, just let me know what you will be most comfortable with. I can go get another tent in town if it would be for the best.”
Max nodded and got to his feet, "Come on Sev, let's head into town and see what's going on. We‘ll figure out the sleeping arrangements later."
Severus stood up as well when Max smacked his hand on his boot. "Thank you Damon... I don't know what else to say, but thank you for keeping Davy safe," he said as he reached out to shake the older Dom's hand.
Damon pulled Severus into an embrace and patted the younger man on the back. "You'll figure it out, Severus. Give it time and don't rush into things." He pulled back from the other man and grinned. "Get on out of here now. I've got my work cut out for me. There ain't no telling what them subbies got planned for my ass."
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Grant watched Severus and Max walk from the camp, he turned to the young man standing next to him and smiled. “It’s alright Davy, we can go to Damon now,” he said softly and turned loose of the other man’s arm. It was safe now in his opinion.
Davy looked to Grant and then to Damon, he'd watched Severus and Max as well and wondered if they'd decided to throw him out of camp now. At a gentle push from Grant, Davy moved forward and fell to his knees once more in front of Damon.
"Master, what would you like this boy to do?" he asked softly, his hair still damp from his shower and his eyes on the other man's boots.
Grant reclaimed his seat next to his husband and waited to be acknowledged.
"Relax for a moment, little one. You feeling better?" Damon reached over and ran a hand through Davy's hair and caressed the side of the boy's face. He held out a hand to his husband and leaned towards him for a kiss. "How's his sugars and such? That will be the deciding factor about what we can do next."
Grant shifted in his seat for a moment and replied, "He was a little low, but we stopped and got something at one of the vendors. He tested fine afterwards and took his shot after his shower." He pressed his lips to his husband's and sighed softly, wondering if he'd done the right thing.
Damon nodded. "Good deal. Davy, I am proud of you." He sighed and settled back in his lawn chair. "Take a seat Davy and get out of the dirt. What would you all like to do now?
Davy immediately moved to one of the lawn chairs and cocked his head at the question. "Boy doesn't know Master, whatever would please you and Sir will be fine with this boy."
Damon sighed. They couldn't go far as a trio but they could see the sights here at Blue Chip. "There's a concert starting up in a little while would you both like to go see that?" He had no clue on what to do with both of the little subs. He was almost certain Grant would have this figured out by now and had a solution. "Grant, baby, get me something to drink. Dr. Pepper if you brought some."
Grant nodded and smirked at his husband. "Do I look that stupid as to forget your soda, Sir?" he teased lightly as he got up to fetch a can from the cooler, knocking off the ice and bringing it back to Damon.
Davy watched them both and realized he was most likely keeping them from enjoying their time there at the rally. "Master, if you and Sir wish, boy can stay here while you go enjoy yourselves. If you like boy can prepare an evening meal for your camp," he offered and looked to the ground. He was determined to be useful and not give them a reason to regret him being there.
Damon swatted Grant on the bottom. "Smart ass." He popped the top and took a long swallow of the soda.
"Davy, we all came out here to relax. Now we can either go do something together or we can go back to the tent and take a nap. I have no qualms about crawling back in the bed." He pulled Grant down into his lap and motioned Davy closer to take the chair that Grant had vacated. "Come on over here, I don't bite..." He smirked at his husband. "Not too hard anyway."
Grant smiled easily at the other man as he pressed a kiss to Damon's cheek. "A nap does sound good. Too much excitement so far. Maybe we can go watch something later?" he asked, running his fingers through Damon's close cropped hair.
Davy moved to the seat indicated, framing himself unconciously and nodding. He was tired, he'd not slept well at all the night before. "Boy would be alright with a nap Master."
Damon nodded and set Grant on the ground. He stood and pulled Davy from the chair. "Alright then, to bed it is. Davy, you got your things moved to our tent well enough?" He held out a hand to Grant then took a deep breath and held out his other one to Davy.
Surprised, Davy took Damon's hand, the strong fingers closing around his and he sighed softly. "Yes Master, my bag is in your tent, boy put it to where he thought it would be out of the way," he replied as Damon led he and Grant to the Wolffe tent and then inside.
Once inside the tent, Grant did as he always did for a nap and shucked down to his shorts before pulling the top quilt back on the bed and crawling in.
Davy watched shyly as Grant undressed and waited for instructions as for what to do.
Damon sat to remove his boots and then looked up at Davy. "Strip down to your skivvies Davy, and crawl into the bed. It's big enough for all of us to nap in.
Davy nodded, he understood now. He quickly undressed and moved under the quilt Grant held for him, still not certain how this would work, not sure who should be serviced first.
Davy hoped someone would tell him so he would know and not make a mistake. "Thank you Master, thank you Sir for using boy," he said softly as he closed his eyes and waited.
Damon finished stripping down and crawled into the bed sliding Davy into the center. He sighed and leaned across Davy to give Grant a kiss, planted one on Davy's head and settle down in the pillows. “Nobody is using anyone right now, we are resting.”
He lifted his wand from the nightstand and cast a charm to darken the interior of the tent then flicked it at the overhead fan. "Grant likes to keep it cool in the bedroom, Davy." Let me know if you get cold and I'll turn the fan down."
He scooted closer to Davy, reached across and pulled Grant nearer as well and sighed once more. "Sleep well, little ones."
"Master," Davy whispered softly, "do you wish Sir next to you?” He didn't want to come between the couple, he knew he was a third wheel.
"Davy, are you comfortable and warm?" Damon asked sleepily. "Grant, you feel like moving or are you alright?"
Grant just grunted in reply and threw one arm over Davy and rested his hand on Damon, it was just like having Sev between them and he didn't think anything of it. "I'm fine baby. If Davy's alright then I'm alright."
"Yes Sir," Davy said softly and turned to his side facing Grant, his blue eyes studying the careworn face in front of his. "Thank you both." Blue eyes closed as Davy fell asleep in the safety of their arms.