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I will write back as soon as possible.

Regards, Zevran

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[A soft knock on the door to Zevran's room. Timid, in fact.]

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Shhh- [ Terribly soft fussing, not the screeching of a frustrated infant, but the grumbling of one still asleep. Zevran opens the door with Lucci tucked to his shoulder, the both of them looking a little worse for wear. ]

Yes, Nathaniel?

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[Nathaniel's eyes widen when he sees the infant. This is the actual worst-case scenario. It is not possible to make this situation more awkward than I was going to ask you to have a threesome with me and my lover and you answered the door holding your sleeping child. He stands there with his mouth open for a second, eyes darting between the two.]

I can come back, [he whispers at last.]

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And wake him later when he will be more irritable?

[ He huffs a soft sigh, rocking Lucci until the furrow in the babe's brow is not quite so deep, till he is lax with sleep and warmth. Zevran motions for Nathaniel to enter, weaving past toys strewn about the floor, stepping over a sleeping Doghren to rest Lucci in a nest of pillows and blankets on his bed. ]

What were you going to ask?

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[Nathaniel remembers his nephew being that age. He knows Lucci can't understand what they're talking about. He sighs and shuts his eyes.]

Anders and I...wanted to invite you to our bed. In a rather more...involved way than the last time.

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Ah, so we would be braiding each other's hair instead of simply falling asleep?

[ Wry, light, teasing. Testing, even, just a little. Inference and implication are well and good when one is to be subtle in their seductions- but this is a shade of grey that offers precious little room for interpretation. ]

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We would...both be braiding Anders' hair. Or. He would be braiding ours. He wants to...serve us both. Together.

[Is the baby staring at him? No, the baby's eyes are closed. And yet somehow the baby is still staring at him.]

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And you both wish for this thing in equal measure? There is no questioning of whom might braid hair and whom shall have their hair braided?

[ If Nathaniel doesn't get himself sorted Zevran will appear at the appointed time and place- with Lucci in tow, combs, and hair oil.

For braiding.

And only braiding. ]

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[There's a long, nervous pause.]

Anders wants you and me both inside him at the same time. He wants us all to be together, as in sex, probably in our bed because it's big enough. I want it, too. If you want it. The sex.

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See? Was that so difficult?

[ Zevran has no time for those that cannot ask for what they want. Nate id not often strike him as someone that couldn't manage it. Lucci must have thrown him off, alas. ]

I will have to consider my schedule. Something like that will take all night to do without hurting him and I must find someone to mind my son meanwhile.

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[Lucci is absolutely what threw him off. He's still throwing him off. Also, Nathaniel is noble-born and unused to discussing sex with people he is not currently having it with.]

I've been preparing him. [A beat.] Just in case. He likes it either way. I'm glad you--of course I knew you wouldn't want to hurt him, but it's good to know we both--yes.

[Clearing his throat and blushing.]

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By yourself, or with your fingers as you fuck? There are easier ways- and on occasion the act of opening and readying him? Can be just as satisfying as the actual fucking.

[ To lay it out there, at least. ]

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[There's a pause. Then, Nathaniel continues, intrigued.]

My fingers and... [a glance at the baby] ...and me, inside him at the same time. What are you suggesting?

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You said you were preparing him for such a night. There are toys and tools you could use to help him adjust so he is prepared whenever we choose to do this- or you could leave him as he is, deliciously tight, so we might enjoy opening him together.

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[Nathaniel's mouth opens and he practically drools for an instant before he catches himself, snaps his mouth shut, and clears his throat.]

Is that safe?

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Nathaniel. I have ridden The Bull.

[ Him. Tiny, slender, lithe him. ]

With enough time and care? A great many things might be safe.

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[A slow, dazed blink.]

I will ask him, but I think he will prefer it that way. He likes when something is on the edge of being too much. And...so do I.

[He briefly gives Zevran the up-down before looking away bashfully.]

He also liked seeing us kiss.

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Are we to both take lead in this, or would you prefer a guiding hand?

[ A chain of command, if he would. Nathaniel is more than welcome to note he does not offer himself as a subordinate. ]

Mmmhmm. Men are terribly visual creatures- what they see entrances and enthralls.

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I suppose I would have the final say in any disagreement, but you are free to command him. [Nathaniel composes himself a little, the blush going down, his expression evening.] He wants that.

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And you want...? [ A rare moment of true seriousness. ] I have been here before, Nathaniel. Only about half of the time does it end well. The more frank you are now, the less question when we are in the heat of things.

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[Nathaniel knows exactly what Zevran is talking about. The jealousy. But jealousy isn't some insurmountable force, or even that big a deal. Moreover:]

This was...actually my idea. [Nathaniel blushes a bit.] I wanted it, I spoke with him about it...yes, he is mine, but that also means I'm so proud of it that I...rather want to show him off, if that makes any sense. It's such a beautiful thing we have that I want you to...see. And feel.

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[ Zevran quirks a brow at Nathaniel- he has never heard of anything quite like that where it was all even and healthy and kind and good- and that is with elves and humans in the mix. Throw in two humans and-

It sounds fake, but ok. ]

I reserve the right to remove myself from the situation should I feel things are becoming...unbalanced.

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I wouldn't have it any other way. My word is 'broodmother,' Anders' is 'templar.' Yours?

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[ With all due seriousness, and no little grimacing at the mention of broodmothers, Zevran says simply: ]

Oghren.

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[Nathaniel breaks into a grin, a wheezing laugh coming out before he coughs and forces himself into stoicism.] Of course. That would do it.