Chapter Fifteen
Trill
When the novice had come running for Molun and said that he was needed now in the small training room, Trill had been with him, and he’d grabbed the man’s arm and pushed an extra boost of energy into him so that it was easier for him to get down those stairs in a hurry and rush to the room in question.
Trill hadn’t had the slightest idea what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t his uncle practically wreathed in flames and more people suddenly revealed to be family members.
(Arvus had quickly muttered what was happening to Molun when he arrived.) It shouldn’t have actually been surprising, once Trill thought about it.
If the man had abandoned Trill’s grandmother and mother, why wouldn’t he have done it to others? But it had been a surprise.
And then there was the other thing that had stunned Trill completely speechless. He’d never met the Prince before, and under what he was pretty sure were any other circumstances, his stunned amazement would probably have been questioned.
Thankfully, in the midst of all the other shocking news, Trill didn’t have to come up with a lie to cover how he’d never, in his whole entire life, not in all the time since he’d learned what he was, seen a person who looked like the Prince.
He was all energy. It was almost too much for Trill’s eyes to comprehend.
It wasn’t until the Prince tried to touch Cormal and couldn’t that Trill realized the Prince… wasn’t solid?
He was… all energy? Only energy? How was that even possible?
Energy that people released dissipated. Pulled out of a body, it was consumed or it dissipated.
How could someone be only energy and be whole?
It was totally stunning, and Trill couldn’t stop looking at him.
Thankfully, since everyone was looking at Cormal or sharing glances with one another or just looking stunned in general, no one seemed to notice.
Trill had realized that if there was a time to say anything about himself, this was probably it, but it seemed needlessly cruel to shock the man again.
Only he’d given himself away somehow, and Cormal had figured it out.
He’d taken it a lot better than Trill expected.
He’d been surprisingly kind—well, maybe not entirely surprisingly, not after he’d been so kind to Livala, determined to give her choices.
Based on Molun and Arvus’s expressions and some of the comments Cormal had made, this was maybe not the norm?
But it was how he’d reacted now, and it was honestly the best outcome that Trill could have imagined.
It was perfect… except for that bit about him being surrounded by Mage Warriors who would kill him if they knew the truth about him.
Oh, and the possibility that Molun and Arvus were going to think that Trill had just been using them.
That was not so great. But the dinner itself was really interesting.
Trill had suddenly been united with a group of blood relatives.
They were united by this connection to Trill’s grandfather, whom most of them hadn’t actually known or hadn’t known well.
But they’d all been rejected in one way or another, and now was the chance to connect.
Trill had shared what he could, letting them know that his mother had died, that she and his grandmother had both been upset by his grandfather’s rejection, but Trill was on his own now, and he was totally fine, and they didn’t need to worry about him at all.
It was a surprisingly pleasant meal given how it had started, and Trill was really glad that he’d had the chance to meet all of them. Livala’s mother had to head back to work soon, but her grandfather would stay until Livala felt settled. Trill loved how they supported her.
But then dinner was finally over, and Trill was so glad that Molun and Arvus had been here with him, but now he was going to be alone with them, and that meant he was going to find out if they were angry with him.
They made their way back to Molun and Arvus’s room in silence, going up the stairs slowly, but Molun didn’t look like he was in too much pain, which was good. And then they were back in their room, and Trill was trying to make himself as small as possible, and Molun was frowning at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Do you want me to go?” he asked in a small voice.
Molun just looked confused, and it was Arvus who said, “Oh, Trill, we’re not angry with you.”
Molun’s expression cleared. “Oh, you thought we were angry? No, no, no, c’mere.”
With something that was very close to a sob, Trill threw himself into their arms, and they wrapped around him. Trill buried his face in Molun’s chest and enjoyed the feeling of being supported by both of them, and the steady thump of Molun’s heart.
“Shh, shh, it’s all right,” Molun was telling him. “You’re safe. We’re all happy, it’s all right.”
Trill was shaking, he realized, but the longer they held him, the more relaxed he felt, until he was finally standing quiescent between them.
“Let’s go to bed,” Molun suggested. “I need to rest the leg.”
They tumbled onto the mattress, and Trill ended up between them again.
“Is that why you came to the city?” Molun asked, no judgment in his voice. “Hoping to see your uncle?”
Trill nodded. “That’s why I found the pub where all the Mage Warriors were.”
Carefully, Arvus asked, “And is that why you came back with us?”
Trill shook his head hurriedly. “Oh, no, I promise not. I mean, I thought I might get really lucky and not only get a night with you but also get a glimpse of my uncle, but I got entirely distracted when I saw you. So pretty.” He smiled at Molun.
Molun grinned. “Thank you. But why didn’t you ask us once you were here?”
Arvus was stroking Trill’s hair. It made him want to purr like a cat, it was so nice.
Trill admitted, “I didn’t want you to think that I was taking advantage of you.”
“We wouldn’t have minded,” Molun said, smiling at him. “We want to help you, remember?”
Trill bit his lip, hesitated.
Molun leaned in and kissed him, soothing the bite. “What is it?”
“You didn’t really… seem to like him?” Trill offered carefully.
A few days ago, he’d come back to the room and found Molun in such a state that he hadn’t known what to do about it.
Thankfully, Arvus had come back early and managed to get enough out of him that it became clear that Cormal had done something that had hurt and infuriated Molun.
They’d taken him to bed, and that had seemed to make him feel better.
Trill had made sure to insist that he needed to go check out the training Warriors in the quadrangle later so that the two of them would have some alone time and Molun would be able to talk freely to Arvus.
But it had definitely been clear that Cormal had upset Molun and that he didn’t think much of him.
Molun rocked back a bit.
“Ah.” His expression turned rueful. “I see. Well, it’s complicated.
But he’s still your uncle. And to be perfectly honest, I’m not totally sure how I feel about him right now.
He did something that was really awful and hurt people I cared about, but despite the fact that it’s the last thing I would have expected from him, I think he may actually be sorry about it? ”
He said it like he didn’t think his premise could possibly be the correct one.
Arvus said quietly from behind Trill, “I don’t think he’s the same person that he was a few months ago.”
Molun’s expression got a little mutinous. “But that doesn’t mean we have to forgive him. That doesn’t mean that what he did is forgivable!”
“No,” Arvus agreed. “It doesn’t mean that.”
Molun sagged a little at that unequivocal agreement. “I don’t know what I think.”
“I’m not sure he knows what he thinks,” Arvus offered.
Molun snorted something that was almost a laugh. “I don’t want to talk about him anymore.” Then his eyes flew to Trill. “Sorry, that’s not very supportive, is it?”
Trill gave him his best outraged look. “I don’t want to talk about my uncle in bed!”
Molun dissolved into laughter, and Arvus pressed a kiss to Trill’s shoulder. There was no question of how to get to Arvus’s heart; you just had to take care of Molun.
Molun’s expression turned sultry. “What do you like to talk about in bed?”
Trill grinned at him. “I don’t like to talk at all.”
“No?” Molun asked with mock innocence. “What do you like to do?”
“I like to make you feel good,” Trill told him.
Molun’s expression went suddenly soft, like he’d expected a purely lascivious answer and got a sweeter one instead.
“You do make us feel good, doesn’t he, Arvus?”
Arvus pressed more firmly against Trill, and Trill could feel him starting to get hard.
“That’s right, baby. He makes us feel so good. Do we make him feel good, do you think?”
Trill was already nodding his head even as Molun flashed another grin at him.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure we do. But maybe we should try again, just to make really sure.”
Trill kept nodding.
It took a bit of maneuvering to get them all arranged the way they wanted, so that Arvus could fuck Trill while Trill and Molun sucked one another off.
Truly, there were so many spectacular possibilities with these two; Trill wasn’t entirely certain how he was going to go back to having sex with one other person after this. He might be able to find others who wanted a third occasionally, but he doubted they’d be as awesome as Molun and Arvus.
But he didn’t have to worry about that just yet. Right now, he did have them, and they weren’t mad at him even though they now knew that he’d shown up hoping to meet his uncle— and now he had a whole family he wanted to get to know better.