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Like the sweetest drops of rain	By : ginseng Category: My Chemical Romance > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 980 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Like the sweetest drops of rain
Author: ginseng
Rating: NC-17 AU
Pairing: Mikey/Frankie/Bob
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It did not happen. This fiction in no way represents people mentioned within. I do not profit from these stories. I do not own My Chemical Romance.

Summary: Viscount Michael was and honourable young man. When his valet showed him new ways of pleasure he was shocked, but not for long.

Young Viscount Michael James stood up on the roof of castle Belleville, right above his private quarters. He looked out over the streets beneath him. The Viscount lived a very protected and ordered life. His days were filled with studies and court duties. He had little or no time for recreations. The rooftop had become a sanctuary where he could escape for a while and concentrate on his private thoughts. He knew he wouldn’t be disturbed; he was the king’s son and no one except his parents was authorized to command him. When he went missing, there was nothing the personnel of the court could do but wait for him to return. It usually didn’t take that long since the Viscount was both loyal and honourable.

The Viscount was eighteen years old and a very handsome young man. All the duchesses and countesses were smitten with the tall and slim man with the velvety brown eyes. His lean features and long eyelashes were characteristics that he had inherited from his mother whom had been enchantingly beautiful. She still was an astonishing woman that could make an entire ballroom turn their heads. The Viscount was known as a quiet but intelligent man who was fair and devoted to his work. The lady whom Michael James would take for his wife would gain both wealth and power without having the burdensome obligations of a future queen. As the youngest brother of the king’s two sons, he was one of the earldom’s most eligible bachelors.

It was rather windy on the roof and Michael James welcomed the breeze. It was the hottest summer for as long as he could remember. Down by the docks the longshoremen loaded a riverboat. The heat and the hard work made them take their shirts off, their backs glistened with sweat.

The Viscount envied the working men. His noble clothes and his upbringing restricted him from manual labour but he longed to get away from it all, just for a while. To work side by side with those men, to use his body and work himself to the bone so that he would fall asleep the minute his head hit the pillow. He wanted to be able to do these things without having to worry about the future or his appearance. Opposite to general belief, he wasn’t jealous of his older brother, he had no desire to become king what so ever, but he worried about the future like most people his age.

He loved the privacy of his topside hideaway. He could watch the life below without being seen. He had given away to his lusts more than once on that roof. The castle was heavily populated with servants and courtiers and it was tremendously hard for the young man to find time to himself so to speak. It was always easier at his countryside mansion where the entourage wasn’t as abundant. He loved the way he could satisfy himself in the parks around the estate. The Viscount was lusty and virile and the tight pants that were fashionable among the aristocracy made it difficult for him to conceal his flesh that hardened far too often. This predicament resulted in curious glances from brazen chambermaids and once in a while from an occasional manservant.

He had lost his royal virginity to a maid a couple of years prior. He didn’t know her age but guessed that she was a bit older that him. It had been exciting and nervous to him. She had pulled him into a small alcove in the hallway behind one of the large drawing rooms on the top floor. She wasted no time and lifted her skirts quickly. She had leaned over a table and was taken by the Viscount who was barely a teenager. The inexperienced boy had finished promptly but had been happy to get that rite of passage over with. He acquired a taste for sex and because of his position he had no trouble finding willing women. Few would say no to his company, his problem was to sneak away from his guardians and teachers. He was attended to for most of his day.

A few months after his first time with a woman the Viscount got a new valet. It was a spirited fellow about his own age. The valet, Frankie, was adoringly short with a head of hair that seemed to be totally uncontrollable. He was feminine in the way that the beau mode of Europe preferred. Frankie’s tasks were to serve as Michael James’ butler and to keep him company. After the initial awkwardness, the two young men became inseparable. They fled away from the strict etiquette of the court to Frankie’s room as often as they could. It was simple but clean and a place where they could be themselves and relax. The two boys understood each other so well that sometimes words weren’t necessary, a quick look and they knew what the other was thinking.

There where times when they got maybe too intimate. The Viscount talked freely about his private life and he seemed to never grow tired talking about girls and what he did with them. Even though the valet listened politely and with his full attention, it appeared like he wasn’t that interested. When the Viscount asked Frankie about the valet’s adventures the servant just shook his head and smiled. Michael James wondered if the valet was a virgin, but decided that a pretty boy like Frankie must have been popular amongst the more than willing maids. Maybe he was just shy. The Viscount thought about helping his valet to get one of the maids. The thought of the two of them taking the sturdy blond that worked in the kitchen thrilled Michael James.

The next time they went to Frankie’s room the Viscount brought up the subject. He explained that the blond kitchen-hand wouldn’t mind two lovers. Frankie looked embarrassedly down at his feet but then he sprang in to action. He leaned forward and kissed the Viscount on the mouth. The Viscount was shocked but soon enough he met the servant’s kiss. It was like an electrical charge that ran through his body. The young men’s hands moved eagerly, exploring their bodies.

Thoughts of doubt occupied Michael James’ mind. He had a hard time understanding what was happening. Not only was he making out with a person of the same sex, but also he was affected in a way he had never expected. He was rock hard and as he pressed himself closer to the valet he felt that Frankie was erected too.

All that was heard in the small room was their breathing. The Viscount put his hands on Frankie’s tight tush and drew him even closer. He never would have thought that kissing a man would feel so good. Frankie’s small hand found its way in between their bodies and began to untie the Viscount’s waistband. Michael James knew that their touching was forbidden, but since it was something that seemed to arouse them both, he let the valet continue.

Frankie’s hands shook out of excitement and he had great problems undressing his master but eventually the Viscount’s pants slipped down and pooled around his ankles. Frankie was a bit surprised to find a pair of silk underpants obstructing his way. He had heard of undergarments but never seen a pair before. It was nothing Frankie would ever wear. But the Viscount was noble and the valet did not know all the royal customs. Frankie unveiled the Viscount’s hard and proud member by simply pulling the strange garment downward.

Frankie let his hands explore the young man in front of him. Slowly he got down on his knees and enveloped Michael’s cock with his right hand. He kissed the tip carefully before devouring the ravishing hard on all the way down to the base. The Viscount gasped partly from shock, but equally as much from pleasure. It had never occurred to him that one could suck cock. How to use it to take the maids he knew all about, but this, this was something totally different.

Thoughts about Sodom and Gomorrah crossed his mind, but remarkable enough in that state of total arousal, he cared more about what he had read about the antiquity and how the Romans had condoled young men to make love. His teachers had said that love between male had been the ideal of those days. Frankie’s tongue was all over his cock. It felt amazing. The Viscount wondered why such delight had been a secret to him up until then. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from screaming out in pleasure.

Frankie got bolder. Suddenly the Viscount felt a finger in between his cheeks and even deeper. It didn’t take long until the valet had found the spot that made Michael James whimper and release his seed in Frankie’s mouth. The valet swallowed and cleaned his master with his tongue. The act itself was both incomparable and strange as well as immoral. The Viscount reclined panting on the small bed behind him and closed his eyes.

“Your highness may forgive me, but your loyal servant couldn’t resist the temptation.” The valet spoke softly.

The Viscount couldn’t determine of the valet was joking or if he was sincere in his regrets. But it didn’t matter, all Michael could think about that he hoped that the valet would be tempted again.

“You have opened a new world to me,” Michael admitted. “And I found it… interesting. But this can never leave this room. You must give your word that you will keep this a secret.”

“I swear by everything I hold dear, your highness,” Frankie said and placed his hand on his cock.

The Viscount giggled.

As weeks went by, Frankie and the Viscount snuck off to go to Frankie’s room as often as they could. But it was difficult; they only got a few opportunities to be alone. When they repeated the forbidden act, it was always Frankie that got down on his knees. The Viscount couldn’t even think about taking a servant’s member in to his mouth, but he felt slightly sorry for Frankie who always was left unsatisfied. Even though the valet said that he took pleasure in satisfying his master, Michael James still wished he could help his valet.

The Viscount was not surprised when he noticed that he didn’t think about girls as frequently as before. He couldn’t deny that he had the chambermaid once or twice and that it was enjoyable, but he got far more excited when Frankie sucked his cock. The Viscount had got a sweet tooth for young men and couldn’t stop himself from dreaming about having his cock sucked by this or that butler. But he didn’t have the courage to approach any one else but Frankie.

He didn’t really know why he would try to get anyone else to pleasure him since the valet did it so splendidly. The dark haired valet with the tight body was all too hard to resist. The two young men stole glances of each other whenever they could, longing looks across the room during class. They couldn’t wait until the next time they would be alone in Frankie’s room.

The Viscount whispered to his valet to meet him after tea in Frankie’s small room. Both of them knew what was going to happen. At least that was what Michael thought, but when he opened the door to the small room Frankie said:

“My lord I have a surprise for you.”

The Viscount loved surprises, but thought that the occasion was somewhat improper. Frankie walked over to his bed and pulled aside the curtains. The Viscount drew a short breath and stared at the bed. There was the Viking who guarded his mother; Bob. And he was completely naked.

The panic spread from the pit of Michael’s stomach through his chest. What if the savage told his mother about him and Frankie? But then he saw that the peculiar man’s cock was rock hard. And what a splendid cock it was; long and coarse but slightly strange since it was so pale.

Bob came from Scandinavia and no one really knew how old he was. He was raised in the care of the court and worked as the Queen’s guard, but since he was still somewhat of a savage, he was allowed to do pretty much as he wanted. He wasn’t the court jester, but an exotic curiosity and rather popular. And there he was lying down on Frankie’s bed with a massive erection. The Viscount didn’t know what to think about the situation, or do.

“My lord knows Bob, I presume? He’s in your mother’s service but what your highness might not know is that Bob is my lover.”

The Viscount was shocked by the valet’s words. Stunned, he sat down on a chair. His eyes grew even wider as Frankie began to undress. It hit him that he had never seen his valet naked before, but he looked forward to it. Shoes and socks went off quickly, he unbuttoned his pantaloons and at last his shirt. The Viscount studied his valet’s body thoroughly. His cock wasn’t as impressive as Bob’s, but still very appealing. The head was shaped like a small plum and he had barely any hair in that area. The Viscount ogled the member hungrily before ordering the valet to turn around. Accustomed to obeying, Frankie did what was asked of him. With a small bow he turned around and walked towards the bed.

Bob moved over and made way for the smaller boy. Frankie lay on his back and pulled his knees onto his stomach so that he shamelessly exposed his entrance. The Viking picked up a small bottle from which he poured oil on to his erect cock. The Viscount couldn’t believe his eyes when Bob steered his pale member towards Frankie’s hole and without any visible difficulties, entered him to the hilt. He held still for a while before he began to move his cock back and forth. The Viscount had never seen such perversity. But then, he thought about how the valet used to insert a finger into him when he sucked The Viscount’s cock. He decided that using a man’s member must be much better.

The large, fair cock slid slowly in and out of the valet and the Viscount’s excitement grew with each thrust. He had to do something else but to watch the two me on the bed. Frankie must have thought the same thing because he asked the Viscount to undress and join the on the bed. Shirt and trousers came off quickly and Mikey straddled Frankie’s chest to get access to the valet’s lovely mouth.

Frankie closed his craving lips around Mikey’s stiff cock. The bed creaked worryingly underneath the three young men and they prayed it would endure their rhythmical movements. Neither one of the men lasted very long. The Viscount lost his seed all over Frankie’s mouth and face. Bob followed suit and emptied himself deep inside of the valet.

Frankie was still hard and in the name of reason, it was his turn to get off. And for the first time that evening Bob spoke

”Your highnesses, May I, your humble servant, offer my services to you?”

The blond Viking placed himself on the bed on all fours with his rear facing the Viscount. The master’s member grew hard immediately as he came up to the bed. He searched for the oil and found it on the simple wooden nightstand. He prepared himself in the way he had seen the Viking done earlier. His member slipped with just a small amount of force. The hot and tight sensation was overwhelming. It wasn’t that different from taking the chambermaids, just better in a way he couldn’t really put his finger on.

Frankie moved to the head of the bed and shifter into a position where Bob could take him into his mouth. To see his valet take pleasure in that way turned the Viscount on beyond beliefs. He thrust into the fair man and just before he was about to come, he pulled out and watched as his seed fell on the Viking’s back like sweet drops of rain.

When the two servants noticed that the Viscount was out of the game, they lay down on the bed in a way that enabled them both to taste each other’s members. The Viscount sat on a chair and watched them pleasuring each other while he caught his breath. In awe he saw the two servants pleasure each other. How Frankie thrust one final time into the blond before he released his pleasure deep down his throat. Bob followed suit, with a low grown he finished at last. Heavy breathing was all that was heard.

Up on the roof the Viscount was lost in his thoughts, reminiscing. He was startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around quickly and met a pair of icy blue eyes.

“Your highness.” The Viking greeted him with a smile.

“Bob, how…? This is…”

“I know. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. All of them.”

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