Rating: NC17 -- ADULT / threesome m/f/m, explicit sexual content.
What Triona Really Wants
by Dal Traven
It had been days since Triona's safe return. LaCroix had sent the others back to Toronto to the estate, but he and Triona remained in Paris.
Methos, too, remained in Paris, hoping to find some way to salvage part of his relationship with Triona. He was staying with Duncan for the moment and was hunting for an apartment. He would have preferred to stay at Janette's house with LaCroix and Triona, but knew better than to push.
So he sat around MacLeod's barge and moped.
"Triona, will you at least talk to him?" asked LaCroix. He paced back and forth in front of the window. "That's all I ask - that you talk to him."
She sighed. "Alright, but I want you there. Okay?"
He smiled. "Of course, my dear. I'll invite him for dinner on Friday night. I'm sure MacLeod will appreciate getting his barge back, if only for a few hours. Let me go call him."
The phone rang. Methos remained slumped on the couch as Duncan glared at him and answered the phone.
"Hello? Oh, LaCroix! Yeah, he's still here." He turned to Methos. "It's for you."
"Lucien?" Methos listened. Duncan watched as a smile spread slowly across Methos's face and felt himself start to smile in response.
"Friday at 7. I'll be there. Oh, Lucien! Thank you." He hung up the phone and turned to Duncan. "She's agreed to have dinner with me - and LaCroix."
"Good. You're getting a chance here, Methos. Be careful with it."
"Oh, I will, my friend, I will."
Friday evening. The dinner was .... well-cooked. That was about the only positive that could be said for it. Conversation was almost non-existent - and what there was, was extremely strained.
Finally they left the table and went to the study. Triona poured brandy for her and Methos and some blood wine for LaCroix. She managed to arrange the seating so that she wasn't next to Methos.
He sighed. "Triona, would you please come sit next to me? Please?"
She looked at LaCroix quickly. He quietly looked back at her, making no motion at all that would make the decision for her. She looked back at Methos and he could see her teeth clench - and she didn't move.
His eyes closed in pain. "Alright."
LaCroix sighed. Triona looked at Methos and said, "LaCroix said you wanted to talk to me."
"Yes, I did. But I don't think you want to listen."
"I don't... and I do. But I can't imagine that anything you say could explain why you ... betrayed me."
The evening deteriorated from there - at least until LaCroix got tired of the recriminations and spitefulness that were coming from both Triona and Methos.
He plied them both with brandy, gently using vampire persuasion to get them into a better mood. It didn't take long - both drank, but neither was used to brandy - and perhaps the old feelings *were* still there.
A couple of hours later, Triona was on the couch, leaning up against Methos's chest as he kissed her neck. LaCroix sat in his chair smiling at them.
Methos pushed Triona up and started to lead her from the room. Triona, quite tipsy, remembered one thing from earlier. "I want Luc- Lucien to be with me."
"What?" Methos gasped. "Lucien?"
"Triona," said LaCroix. "Go with Methos."
"No! You come too." Triona giggled. "I wan bof of you."
"Triona?" Methos looked startled. "Maybe she had more to drink than I thought."
LaCroix laughed, then grew serious. "There is a way to find out."
He took Triona's arm and raised her wrist to his mouth. She moaned when his fangs slid into her skin. He drank slowly, savoring the taste of her blood - alcohol, desire, love, pure lust - and something else.
"She's serious, Methos. It's not a conscious desire - more of a subconscious fantasy - but she does want ... us, together with her."
Methos swallowed and looked down at Triona and looked back at LaCroix. "Lucien....."
LaCroix smiled. "Let's give her what she wants, Methos. An evening with the two men she loves - and desires."
He took one of Triona's arms and started leading them from the room. Triona<, he thought. Very smart of you, my dear<. He could feel her mental smirk in response.
LaCroix led them to his room - having the biggest bed in the manor had its definite advantages - and not getting pushed out of bed was one of them.
"Well," said Methos. "What now?"
He seemed a bit nervous about the situation.
"Methos? What's the problem? You have done this before - I know that."
"Yes, LaCroix, I do remember that lovely young woman - and that you killed her afterwards. But this isn't some Victorian age hooker, this is Triona. And I've already hurt her enough. Are you sure she wants this?"
LaCroix pulled Methos around to face him. "Yes, Methos. I am sure."
"And I can confirm that."
"Triona?" Methos was stunned.
"I'm sorry, Methos," said Triona, obviously not as drunk as she had pretended to be. "I can't... lie. I'm sorry for trying to deceive you. I know what I asked is unusual for me."
"Yes, it is. Why the charade?"
"Truthfully? I do love you. And I do want you. But..."
"I'm still not sure I trust you."
Methos swallowed and looked down at the floor. "I understand."
"No, wait. Then I realized that what I was doing was a betrayal too - another lie. And you reacted so badly the time I helped trick you so we could come back and help against Jareth."
"I want you, but I want Lucien with me. The solution to the problem was easy." Triona looked embarrassed - if she could blush, she would have. "It *is* a fantasy I've had before, believe me on that. And I wasn't sure how you'd take the idea, so I pretended to be drunk."
"But you couldn't go through with the pretense." It was a statement, not a question. Methos moved back to her and took her face in his hands. The kiss was sweet and gentle - and rocked her to her soul.
They stared at each other for a second. Then Methos nodded. "Well, Lucien, if this is what Triona wants, then let's make it something for her to remember forever, shall we?"
LaCroix smiled and nodded.
They moved closer to the bed. Both Methos and Triona looked at LaCroix as if for instruction.
"Methos, it's not like you haven't been with her before!" LaCroix sounded exasperated.
Methos looked at LaCroix with a raised eyebrow. "But I don't remember you being in the room, Lucien."
The repartee seemed to snap Methos from his indecision and he moved closer to Triona. He lifted her hand to his lips and gently kissed her palm. She shivered. He unbuttoned the cuff of her shirt and kissed the inside of her wrist. He could feel her pulse racing under his lips.
LaCroix could sense her arousal also and moved up behind her. His hands glided over her shoulders, touching and soothing. He could feel Triona start to give herself over to the sensations as she leaned back against his chest.
Methos repeated his actions with Triona's other arm - a kiss in the palm, a kiss on the wrist - before moving up to kiss her gently on the lips. She sighed deeply as his lips moved down her jaw to her neck.
His fingers shook as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt, following with kisses in a line down to where his lips met her bra in the hollow between her breasts. He kept unbuttoning as he let his lips again feel her excitement - the pounding of her heart.
LaCroix slowly pulled back on the blue silk shirt, easing it gently over Triona's shoulders, letting it slide between their bodies and fall into a puddle on the floor. His fingers gently stroked up and down her bare arms in a teasingly light touch.
Methos unhooked her bra and pushed the cups back one at a time, his mouth nibbling at the bare skin. He felt LaCroix push Triona up a bit in order to remove her bra completely and enjoyed the lift of her breasts as she wound her arms around LaCroix's neck.
LaCroix enjoyed the view of her bare breasts for a moment also. Then he bent his head to one of Triona's most erogenous zones - her neck. Living with a vampire caused certain ingrained reactions - as was evident by the tightening of her arms around his neck and the shiver that went through her body.
Methos's mouth slid down her flat stomach, even as LaCroix's fingers traced a path to her breasts. Triona could feel herself quivering as 7000 plus years of sexual experience was focused on pleasing her - talented, wondrous fingers, tongues, mouths caressed her. She didn't even realize that she was almost keening in ecstasy.
Methos undid her slacks and slid them off slowly, taking her shoes and socks with them. He kissed her just above the lace waist of her panties. LaCroix turned her head and captured her lips as his hands moved over her breasts. Her moans were turned into quiet whimpers as his tongue investigated every inch of her mouth, tasting and teasing.
Methos knelt in front of her. Triona looked down at him. He looked up and smiled slowly as his fingers curled over the edge of her panties. His smile, no - *smirk* - grew wider as he pulled her panties down a bit, kissed her above the edge again, and pulled them back up.
He chuckled. LaCroix chuckled. Triona frowned.
"All right, my dear."
Triona watched her panties fly across the room in a black lace arc. She never saw them hit the ground.
Her legs hung over Methos's back, her thighs on his shoulders as he buried his tongue inside her. Her eyes were closed and she screamed while the thought they've done this before< flickered across her mind, only to disappear in a haze of pleasure.
LaCroix had lifted her as Methos pulled her panties down. And even as the lace flew through the air, her legs had been placed around Methos's neck. His mouth was right there, tasting her before she even knew what was happening.
LaCroix's hands held her against his chest. His fingers kneaded her breasts slowly, playing with her nipples. His mouth nibbled on the side of her neck, making her even more frantic with passion.
Triona could feel his teeth against her neck, slick and hard. Then - oh, gods - she could feel his fangs descending, gliding across her skin, seeking the perfect place. Her body tensed in anticipation - her last coherent thoughts disappearing in a wave of desire.
He bit. Triona screamed again as her body arched uncontrollably - which pushed her up harder against Methos's mouth, stimulating her even more. She heard - no, felt Methos chuckle against her - the vibrations traveling up and disappearing inside her.
She came, her body bucking up against LaCroix's and Methos's mouths. The orgasm was so intense she almost passed out. By the time the explosion passed and the darkness lifted from her eyes, the two men had moved her over to the bed - and were taking off their clothes.
She stared at them - so alike, so different. LaCroix, tall, pale, solid build. Methos, tall, lightly tanned, whipcord thin. Both complete predators - but with such different styles. And she loved them both completely. And desired them both too.
LaCroix finished undressing first and crawled in on one side of Triona. She scooted close to him and kissed him as they waited on Methos. He wasn't far behind and slid in on the other side of Triona and kissed her shoulder.
Triona shivered as his mouth moved down her back, nibbling along her vertebrae. His hands stroked her back, her hips; long fingers drifting gently over her. LaCroix watched her face as she shivered and smiled down at her.
"What?" Her eyes opened.
He motioned towards Methos with a nod of his head. "Turn over."
Triona smiled slowly and turned over. Methos licked her stomach and started working his way back up. He lingered around her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue. His hands stroked her legs, lingering on the soft skin of her inner thighs. LaCroix, not wanting to be left out, started repeating Methos's actions - kissing, nibbling his way down Triona's back. Triona gasped as he deliberately broke the skin on her shoulder blade and licked the blood that trickled out. His fingers slid down her back and between her legs.
LaCroix lifted her top leg and laid it over Methos's hip, then let his fingers fall between her open thighs. He moved them up, opening her, entering her. Triona moaned as two fingers reached up inside her, pressing against her, relearning her body from the inside out.
Methos watched her moan, smiling as he bent to kiss her lips. One hand moved between their bodies and firmly stroked her clit. His thumb rested firmly on the small nub as two fingers slid back to tease at the opening already filled with LaCroix's fingers.
The two men shared a look - and a wicked smile. Then LaCroix pulled his fingers out and moved them back to rub the wetness covering them over the even smaller opening between Triona's cheeks. Methos moved his fingers into her as she gasped - and moaned.
*That* was something she hadn't done before - and Triona moaned as she realized that she was going to experience two new things - anal sex and two lovers at the same time. Her hips moved rapidly between their hands as Methos stimulated her even more so LaCroix could lubricate her for as easy an entrance as possible.
His finger slid inside her. Triona gasped and stopped moving. LaCroix waited for a moment and then began slowly thrusting in and out, going deeper with each thrust. Methos picked up the rhythm with the fingers he had inside Triona's hot center.
LaCroix moved his finger in long thrusts, all the way out, all the way back in. Triona's hips swayed back and forth between the fingers pleasuring her, as Methos kissed her face, her neck, her breasts, keeping her distracted with passion.
A slow pull out - Triona only noticed there were two fingers when he pushed both knuckles past the small ring of muscle. Her gasp of shock was swallowed by Methos's mouth - as was the moan of pleasure as LaCroix picked back up on the rhythm he and Methos had started.
Their wonderful fingers had brought Triona back up to a peak. Her hips were moving faster, trying to speed the pace up. Both men whispered endearments into her ears as they gave in to her wishes. Their fingers moved faster. Methos stroked her clit harder and as he eased a third finger up inside her, she came. Waves of pleasure cascaded over Triona - the feelings were incredible. And LaCroix took that moment of total unawareness to make his move.
He pulled his fingers out and positioned his cock between her cheeks. Methos stroked Triona harder and watched her eyes roll in ecstasy - and nodded to LaCroix. He pushed in and Triona's eyes popped open in shock. Methos continued stroking her, sliding his fingers in and out, sucking her nipples, kissing her, not letting her catch her breath to react.
LaCroix moved in slowly, trying to make his entrance as painless as possible. When Triona choked out a sob of pain, he stopped. He rubbed his hands up and down her sides as Methos continued his attentions. A few moments later, LaCroix heard her sigh and felt her body relax. And he started moving again.
Methos whispered sweet nothings in between his kissing and sucking. His fingers distracted her somewhat from LaCroix's actions as he tried to bring her to another orgasm. And as she came again, LaCroix slid fully up into her. Triona drew in a long, shaky breath.
Methos looked over her shoulder at LaCroix. LaCroix nodded back at him. Methos smiled and slowly pulled his wet fingers from Triona's body. She shook in anticipation of what was to happen. And she wasn't disappointed.
Methos moved between her legs and slowly slid his hard cock up into her. He drove himself completely into her, not stopping until his pelvis was pressing up against hers. Triona was panting, trying to catch a full breath - she'd never felt so stimulated - so ... full.
They lay there together letting the last of Triona's orgasm fade. The men stroked their fingers down her sides and back, letting her catch her breath and recuperate a bit. Triona laid there, just feeling everything - fingers, gentle strokes, hot and full, cold and full. Her thoughts caused her body to shiver and her muscles to contract - everywhere. The two men moaned softly.
Finally Triona looked deep into Methos' eyes and smiled and nodded. He gently kissed her. She turned her head and LaCroix moved to meet her lips in an equally gentle kiss. And then they began.
The men alternated in their thrusts - Methos out, LaCroix in. Methos in, LaCroix out. Long, slow thrusts that made Triona moan and writhe. Fingers stroked, teasing her neck, her nipples, her face. She sucked at the fingers, not knowing or caring who's they were. Her eyes were closed, reveling in sensation.
In, out, slow torturous thrusts. Finally she begged for them to speed up - harder, faster - more, please, more! The two men acquiesced with all haste.
Triona's low moans grew higher and longer as Methos and LaCroix plunged themselves into her. She could feel the familiar twisting sensation building up inside her - building towards eruption. The two men could feel the same inside themselves, having held their orgasms back until this moment.
Their rhythm faltered. But Triona had no intentions of complaining. Instead of the alternating in and out, now they were pulling out and thrusting in at the same time. She moaned low when they pulled back, feeling empty and bereft - only to scream in ecstasy when they drove back into her, filling her completely.
LaCroix's hands cupped her breasts, kneading them as he kissed her neck. Methos kissed her deeply as one hand slid down between them. His fingers drew circles around her clit, making her buck uncontrollably against them both.
His mouth swallowed her cries - until she heard LaCroix's growl and felt his fangs descend along her neck. He picked his spot, kissed her neck, and bit. Triona's neck arched back and she screamed. Methos took that moment to make Triona loose her mind.
His fingers pinched down on her hypersensitive clit as he thrust hard inside her. The intensity of the sensations blew her away - she came screaming, thrusting against them, pulling LaCroix's head to her neck.
Her muscles spasmed and clenched down on both men. Methos gasped and finally came. He erupted, spurting hard into her, his hands clasped firmly on her hips, holding her hard enough to leave bruises - bruises that healed quickly.
LaCroix lasted a few moments longer - until Triona's orgasm and her feelings of joy/love/lust at Methos's orgasm filled him as he drank. He pulled his mouth away from her, howling his orgasm into her hair, pulsing cold cream into her welcoming body.
The three lay there, sated, fulfilled, exhausted. And slowly, one by one, they fell asleep.
Triona went first - the two ancients watched her doze. Methos next - he fell asleep with his hand on her face. LaCroix was last - his thoughts pensive as he looked at them. He was happy that Triona had let Methos back into their lives - their family - but he knew that the reconciliation wouldn't be easy - and he wouldn't be able to *persuade* them through the anger and hurt feelings that would surface again. But for now, he was content and very tired.
To sleep, perchance to dream....