Title: Favors
Fandom: Fire Emblem (7) – The Blazing Sword
Rating: NC-17 (NSFW)
Length: 1,170 Words
Content Notes: Smut. This is a fill for the Minister of Eros badge.
Author Notes: My first adults-only fill for this community. Not my last, either.
Summary: Pent and Louise have a small request for Heath.

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Kinks: As the prompt might suggest, this is a handjob-centric story.

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Heath had been summoned to the boudoir. Again. He asked himself, not for the first time, how it had happened that he had gone from a life of solitude as a mercenary to a life of spoils as a bodyguard for the Reglays. Not that he had any complaints. He did not. After the disbanding of the company, Pent and Louise had invited him – and Priscilla, too, though she had gone to the capital of Etruria in her role as a Valkyrie for business – into their lives, not only as a retainer, but as family, and both of them had made it clear to him that they had hoped for him to accept the role of a mutual lover.

That, he had done, and he had neither doubts nor regrets. Both husband and wife had listened to him, had helped him overcome his past, and had reminded him of the man he could be, rather than the man he had been. He had nothing but respect and adoration for them, and it had been easy to raise that to a different, if unexpected, level. He fulfilled many duties for them at their estate, most of them official, but, at the end of the day, after the setting of the Sun, they often called upon him for tasks of a private nature, hence his eagerness to answer their summons and see what they wished.

"How swift our Captain of the Guard is," Louise teased as he arrived, kissing him lightly on the cheek as he closed and locked the door behind him. "And he does not yet know why he is here. Stand here, Heath, before my husband." Pent already stood at the center of the bedroom, offering Heath a nod of acknowledgment – and the hint of a smile – as he obeyed those instructions. "As it has been a long day –" Louise had a seat in a plush chair she had already pulled up. "– I ask nothing complicated, but –" Her violet eyes gleamed. "– pleasure my husband, Heath. Only hands this time."

Heath nodded, immediately undoing the silver clasp that Pent used to hold his white cape in place, then hooking his thumbs in the corners to make that garment drop to the floor, the only noise the rustle of fabric. She likes to watch, sometimes. He does, too. That's all right. He smiled, mostly to himself, but also for the two of them. I don't mind putting on a show. Pent let his arms hang at his sides, content to let Heath do the work as he undid his belt and relieved him of the several layers of robes – three, Heath counted – he wore for his daily affairs. Soon, he stood there in only his smallclothes.

"One moment, Heath," Louise said, taking the discarded garments and laying them on the bed. "Now," she instructed, "slowly, beginning to end." She returned to her chair, resting her chin on the palm of her hand as she watched. Heath nodded to her before dropping to his knees and pulling down the last linen. Pent reached down to stroke his hair, and Heath remembered more than one occasion when the Sage – and Louise, too – had done for him what he was about to do. Their spontaneity caught him off-guard, but he had learned to relax, enjoy their company, and take his pleasure with them.

Using two fingertips, Heath brushed Pent, his cock soft to the touch. Beginning to end, she said. I'll take my time, then. He explored, cupping his balls, lightly tugging his foreskin, running his fingers through his soft hair, pausing to squeeze his thigh. Pent controlled his breathing, trying to stay collected, but Heath could tell from his eyes that he enjoyed it. Serves you right. You're the one who likes to make me moan. Little by little, his cock lengthened and hardened, but Heath continued to play until it was fully hard, the head purple and swelling. This time, you're the one who's going to moan.

"Masterfully done," Louise said, her gaze intent, "though I do hope you are not going to stop there." And Heath did not. He thought of using a hard and fast stroke, but Louise had said to go slowly, so he did, using the area of his palm between his thumb and index finger for long, deliberate strokes. He could see Pent biting his lip above him, and Louise apparently approved: "Perfect. This is exactly what he needs." Heath nodded, continuing, the cock in his hand hot on his palm, the heartbeat pulsing within it. The minutes passed at a leisurely pace – no need to rush, only to take his time.

Soon, Pent looked down at him, his face flushed, resting both hands on his shoulders, and Louise said, grinning, "This is my favorite part, when he is about to finish. He gets so flustered." She then added, her voice low, "He reminds me a little of you in that way, Heath." She left her and knelt on the floor next to him, eager to see what happened next. Heath knew that Pent was close, and he quickened his stroke for the finish, listening to how Pent breathed, how he panted, and, finally, how he let a low moan escape as he came, bursts of white seed dripping down the back of his hand.

Heath slowed his stroke again, continuing gently until he was sure Pent was done, nodding once to Louise as she handed him a bowl of warm water and a damp cloth for cleaning up. I knew you'd moan. No one else is here to hear you but me and her. They were the only ones who got to see the private Pent, who got to hear his true opinions, share his secrets, be in his bed. You're calm, cool, stately, but, behind these doors, you're still a man, and a good one, at that. He rose to his feet and gave Pent a soft kiss on the mouth. I love both of you, you know. Though he did not often say it with words.

"Your turn, Heath," Louise said after a moment. "Would you like it the same way?" Heath nodded, though he glanced at the bed. "Lying down? That can be done." Again, her eyes gleamed. "And ... from whom?" He grinned so broadly that anybody who had known him from prior days would say they had never seen that side of him before. "Both of us taking turns? You are a greedy man, Captain." But she smiled as she chided him, and her eyes laughed as he pulled both her and the still-naked Pent in for kisses. They were his lovers, his family, and he would gladly have both of them.

"Greedy?" Heath said as they led him to the bed and eagerly stripped off his uniform. "Maybe. I won't lie about that. But I'd say I'm more lucky than greedy." And, as they all lay down together, kissing and touching, neither of them disagreed.

END.