Page 19 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
“Shower. Bed.”
Jun yawned, leaning towards him. Damian took some of his weight, wrapping an arm around him. “Come on.”
He wasn’t a religious man, but he wanted to go leave gifts of gratitude somewhere, to some deity, for this absolute gift in his arms.
They were barely out of the shower before there was a knock on the door. Damian called out, “Come in,” and Richard entered, wrapped in a robe.
“You’re too far away,” he said. He looked between Damian and Jun. “You’re both welcome in the bed, or the smaller bed.” He paused, then went on, “I think Collin needs it, and perhaps…take your time together. Come if you are willing.”
He inclined his head and disappeared.
Damian looked towards Jun, who was looking at him. “Would you be alright, sleeping with them?”
“That’s what you did before, right?”
Damian nodded.
Jun slid his hand into Damian’s. “Then yes.”
Richard, Émeric, and Collin were all in the big bed. Collin was on his back. He sat up, looking to Jun as soon as they entered. Jun went, as if drawn by a magnet, not giving the second bed even a glance but climbing over the covers and sliding in between Émeric and Collin. Damian smiled to himself and went to Richard, climbing in beside him. Richard wrapped an arm around him, pulling in and kissing him. “Pup.”
Damian hugged Richard back. He looked over. Émeric was wrapped around Jun’s back, and Collin and Jun were facing one other, already tangled up in each other.
“Other side,” Richard said. “Humor me. I need all my boys in the middle.”
Damian’s cheeks prickle with what might have been a blush. He crawled over Richard and settled against Collin. Jun reached out, pulling him in, and then Richard curled around Damian’s back, reaching over them all to take Émeric’s hand.
Hopefully they’d all drank enough water, because the bed was already warm from so many bodies.
They’d slept early, and they woke early, all except for Collin and Jun. Émeric stayed to watch over them and Damian got up with Richard to put the house to rights for their visitors.
“I can’t remember the last time anyone ever visited through this door,” Damian said, checking that the emergency exit leading from the Den was unlocked and open.
Richard was picking up towels and shook his head. “Likely never. Too many stairs.”
Damian made the bed. There was one entirely unexpected drawback of taking this room for their living quarters: strangers were now going to be walking through his and Jun’s bedroom.
Richard carted off the laundry. There were chocolate stains on the carpet, and dried cum. Damian fetched the wet vac and made quick work of them, then handed off the machine to Richard to spot check the living room before going into the playroom to scrub the table. Physical work was soothing. It helped limber up the muscles he had strained wrestling with Jun the day before, and it took his mind off the minutes ticking away until a potential international criminal entered his home.
Richard started eggs; Damian made milk tea with tapioca pearls and coffee. Everyone could use the boost.
Émeric herded Collin and Jun into the kitchen for breakfast. The bruise on Jun’s neck was dark and large. Damian reminded himself to check Jun thoroughly again later in the day, even though he had done it only ten hours before when they were showering. Collin had some marks of his own, perhaps where his Master and his Sir had sucked the caramel and chocolate from his skin.
They ate in silence, arms and hands brushing up against each other more than necessary, their bodies speaking for them. And then it was time.
Richard led the way down the hall to the Den. They moved the couches and chairs around to face the door.
Then there was nothing to do but wait.
Jun curled up on the couch next to Damian and rested his head on his shoulder. If he had to wait for every tense moment like this, surrounded by his family with Jun leaning against him, he could handle many more of them.
There were footsteps in the stairwell. The door opened, and Ellisandre strode in, black full-length coat flapping around the ankles of their knee-high boots, a black faux fur hat on their head.
Damian stood on instinct, the rest of the Residency also rising.
Behind Ellisandre came the man Damian had seen once before in his office, long pale hair hanging loose from a ponytail held high on his head, also dressed in black.
A third figure stepped out after, staying close. He wore a cloth mask over his face, like one did in many East Asian countries if one was sick. He was slender with broad shoulders and his eyes were lowered under the edge of his black winter beanie.
