Ashton sat on Celine's narrow bed, for lack of anywhere else to sit. The hotel rooms they'd been able to afford in Giveaway weren't that spacious, and hadn't come with unimportant extras like chairs. So Ashton sat on the bed, and Celine perched on the windowsill, and they laughed like old friends. Well, Celine laughed, and Ashton howled.

"... and so Rena says, well, that's all very well and good, Claude, but where am I supposed to sleep? And Claude says..."

"OhGOD Celine, stop it, I'm DYING! He WOULDN'T!"

"He DID! I swear! I've never seen Rena so red before!"

"... so did she?"

"She DID! I nearly DIED!"

"Ohgod ohgod ohgod..." Ashton proceeded to laugh himself purple. From just above his head, Gyoro and Ururun blinked at each other and made confused "awoork?" sounds. Finally Ashton managed to get himself under some kind of control, still gasping and sniffling a bit. "I think... I think I need to use your restroom, Celine... gotta blow my nose... excuse me..." and Ashton got up and stumbled into the tiny attached bathroom, still giggling.

Celine grinned and turned to the window, which admittedly did display a stunning view of the snow-covered University. One of Celine's fingers traced unconsciously over a Crest etched on her shoulder, while she waited for Ashton.

"Eeeeeek! Celine! My goodness, what is THIS?!"

Celine's head whipped around. Ashton, face still marked with hilarity, was leaning against the doorway to the bathroom, holding... oh NOOO... Celine's face went paper-white, then immediately flushed a brilliant red. "Ashton! Dammit, stop snooping in my things! Go... go put that back!"

Ashton turned his find over and over in his fingers, barely restraining a giggle. "Gyoro found it on top of the medicine cabinet! It's not my fault! What is this... is this what I think it is? Celine! A dildo! So realistic! I never... wait, are these Crests painted on it? Is this... is this magical?"

As impossible as it seemed, Celine flushed even darker. "Y-yes... uh..."

"Gracious, where were you hiding this all this time? How does it work? Tell! Tell!" Ashton pointed the dildo at Celine like a wand, then burst into helpless giggles again.

"It... uh... you put the, the flat end against your skin, and it... uh. It sticks and... um..."

"Out with it! Tell Unca Ashton everything!"

"... it becomes real, okay?"

Ashton goggled at Celine, temporarily forgetting to laugh. "So... you put this on? You don't put it... uh... in? And you have your very own cock? What do you want with that?"

Celine looked away, brick-red, and several pieces fell into place for Ashton at once. "Celine! Is this why you always want to room with Chisato? You bad girls!" Ashton folded in half at the waist, laughing so hard he thought his lungs would burst, the Crest-covered dildo shaking wildly in his hand. Both dragons reared up to their full height and stared at Celine. She could swear Gyoro was smirking.

"Ashton! Please! Go! Put! That! BACK!" Celine spat, burying her face in her hands. "I cannot take any more! Drop it!"

"All right, all right, calm down..." Still grinning a bit, Ashton turned around to go back into the bathroom. The dragons couldn't take their eyes off Celine, though, and craned around to continue staring at her, with predictable and very familiar results: Ururun and Gyoro smacked hard into the doorframe that they didn't see coming. Ashton squawked and pinwheeled his arms desperately, but the flailing stunned dragons on his back overbalanced him nicely, and he fell backwards into a most ungraceful pile of arms and legs and dragons on the floor. And Celine heard, clear as a bell through the ruckus of the fall, the soft musical sound of the Crests on her toy being triggered by... by something.

"Ooof!" Ashton exclaimed after a moment, struggling to sit upright. "Dammit, Gyoro, Ururun, watch where I'm going!... Celine? What..."

Celine fell off the windowsill onto the floor, curling up into a little ball and laughing herself sick. Holding onto her stomach for dear life, kicking the wall, Celine laughed herself beyond purple, somewhere into eggplant... and Ashton became aware of a strange new weight, somewhere... right above his eyebrows? One of Ashton's hands flashed up to his face... and wrapped around a very real, very warm, very hard cock jutting from the center of his forehead.

"AIEEEGH! Get it off! Celine, how do I get it OFF?!" Frantic, Ashton yanked on his brand-new erection, and squealed in pain. "OW! That HURTS! Celine, please please stop laughing and tell me how to get it OFF!"

But Celine was beyond stopping by now, and the panicked Ashton had to wait for almost five minutes before Celine managed to get herself under control. Every time she almost wound down, she'd catch another glimpse of Ashton's terrified face and its protrusion, and whoop off into another gale of laughter. Finally -- finally! -- she managed to calm down, mostly because her sides hurt too much to keep laughing. Wrapping her arms firmly about herself, Celine sat up, breathing heavily. "Ashton... I, uh... look, it's got to... it's got to, uh, get off before it'll come off. That's the only way..."

Ashton's eyes went as wide and round as saucers. "You mean... I... it has to... oh noooooo..."

Celine reached out for Ashton, sympathetically. "I'm sorry, I really am... look, it's my toy, the least I can do is help you... uh... get it off..."

"NOOO!" Ashton shrieked, his voice cracking, as he scrambled to his feet. The new cock bobbed idiotically from his forehead, gently bouncing up and down, every lazy movement threatening to send Celine off into helpless gales of laughter again. "NO! That's okay! Don't do that! I... I'll just go back to my room and... and wank my forehead or something! I'll get it back to you before dinner! Oh GOOOOOOOOOOD..." and Ashton yanked the door open and fled down the hall to his own room, shrieking.

Alone, Celine succumbed to her impulses, and collapsed back onto the floor of her room, screaming laughter until she wheezed for breath. Wank my forehead... ohgod, poor Ashton... I won't tell anyone, I CAN'T tell anyone... except maybe Chisato... oh, poor Ashton!... I'm never going to be able to forget this. Never.

But Ashton didn't get it back to her before dinner.

And Ashton wasn't at dinner that night.

Dinner was quickly drawing to a close, and Ashton's chair was still empty. "Do you think Ashton's okay?" Rena asked, nibbling at a roll. "It's really not like him to miss dinner..."

"You're right, that isn't like Ashton at all," said Claude. "Maybe you ought to go check on him after dinner, Rena? He might be sick..." "No!" yelped Celine. All eyes turned to her, and she blushed. "I mean... well, you know how Ashton is. He might be having... uh... guy problems... maybe it would be better if... if a guy checked on him? And then if he needs medical help... you know..." Everyone continued to stare at Celine, who blushed harder and feigned intense interest in her plate. The scrape of a chair broke the silence, followed by the slap of a palm against the swinging door.

"I'll do it," Dias said over his shoulder, already mostly out of the room.

Dias knocked on Ashton's door, two quick raps. Silence. After a moment, Dias knocked again, harder. "I know you're in there." "Go away." The voice was muffled and faint. Dias narrowed his eyes. On the other side of the room. Probably on the bed. Dias pounded on the door again, harder.

"I said, go away! I'm fine! Just leave me alone!" Ashton's muffled voice cracked on the last word, and Dias frowned, his eyebrows drawing down ominously. Something's not right at all. Ashton's in trouble.

Seconds later, Ashton whirled around on the bed as the door was almost casually kicked open. The wooden door frame was no match for even the smallest display of Dias' strength, and the deadbolt burst through the splintered wood with frightening ease. The abused door bounced off the wall, raising a small cloud of plaster dust, and Dias strode into Ashton's room, one hand on the hilt of his sword.

And they faced each other: Dias, ready for anything but what he saw, and Ashton, wearing only a pair of pale blue boxers, a pair of dragons, and a raging red erection protruding from his forehead. After a few startled moments of silence, Dias quietly turned around and pushed the door shut, wedging a chair under the doorknob to substitute for the now-busted lock. From behind him, Ashton said petulantly, "At least you're not laughing."

Dias turned back around and stared at Ashton, leaning against the door and folding his arms over his chest. "Oh, I'm laughing," Dias said, completely stone-faced as usual. "Haven't laughed this hard in years. Going to explain?"

Ashton scrubbed at his red-rimmed eyes, trying not to touch his forehead, and succumbed to the waiting hysteria. "It's Celine's little magical sex toy... I slipped and it hit my forehead, and now I look like some sort of... of sex unicorn! And the only way to get it off is to... to make it come, and I can't! Every time I try to touch it, Gyoro and Ururun get all interested in what I'm doing and try to interfere, and I can't explain it to them at all, and I can't make myself forget that I'm trying to jerk off my forehead... nothing works! I thought I'd try and nap for a while and maybe it would calm down, or something, but it didn't... it's been hard for hours, and it's just getting more demanding..." Ashton's voice rose to a wavering screech. "I have blue balls in my nose, Dias, do you know how wrong that is? I have a throbbing headache and a throbbing cock growing out of my face, and it... it could only happen to me!" Ashton covered his eyes, obviously exhausted, and slumped over. Gyoro and Ururun pecked at Ashton's head, worried and fascinated, but Ashton didn't even have the strength to bat them away.

Dias eyed Ashton for a moment. Not for the first time, he wondered exactly what kind of people he had fallen in with. Then, sighing, he pushed himself off the door. "Here, I'll help you." Ashton jerked upright, staring at Dias, unbelieving. "What...?" And that was as far as he got.

Dias crossed the tiny room in two quick strides. One large, square hand flashed out and slapped Ashton's bare chest hard, thumping Ashton back against the headboard and squashing the dragons, who snarled and snapped at him. Without stopping, Dias threw one leg across Ashton's lap, casually trapping Ashton against the headboard with one cocked hip pushed against Ashton's chest. Both his hands flashed out again, each catching the neck of a dragon and pinning them effortlessly to the wall. The dragons snarled and struggled, but Dias refused to let go, tightening his grip. "Behave," Dias snarled. After a moment, both dragons were gasping for breath, and they stopped fighting. Dias pushed both dragons under his left hand, splaying his fingers to pin them against the wall. "You will stay right there and not fight me, do you understand?" Dias growled at the dragons, who didn't seem inclined to argue.

Instead, it was Ashton who answered, his voice small and weak. "O... okay..."

The faintest hint of a smile cracked Dias' face. "Wasn't talking to you. But I might as well have been." And with no further ado, Dias wrapped the fingers of his right hand around Ashton's unwanted erection.

Ashton squealed faintly, a sound as much of pain and surprise as of pleasure. Dias held him for just a moment, noting that Ashton had, in fact, been trying his best to get rid of the growth; the shaft was slightly oily under Dias' fingers, and a small open bottle of oil sat on the bedside table. Then, closing his eyes so he could forget exactly how ridiculous this looked, Dias dipped his head slightly and took the head of Ashton's second cock into his mouth.

Ashton squealed louder, his eyes rolling up into his head. His hands fluttered up to rest lightly on Dias' hips, as Dias slowly sucked him in. Dias took as much of the shaft into his mouth as he could handle, until his lips were brushing lightly against the edge of his own hand. The second cock throbbed in his mouth, responding to every faint twitch of Dias' hand and mouth with eager abandon. Won't take long.

Running the flat of his tongue roughly over the underside of the shaft, Dias began to suck, gently at first, ignoring the whimpering of the man trapped underneath him. Ashton's hands tightened on Dias' hips, and Dias thought to hell with it and tightened his grip, sucking on the cock as hard as he could.

If he could have, Ashton would have screamed. As it was, though, Ashton's mouth gaped open soundlessly, only the faintest rough squeak actually issuing from his mouth. His eyes flew open, wide, and he began to buck and struggle under Dias' weight, but Dias was far stronger than he was. Ashton was trapped. Feels so good! So weird, but so good... he's so rough!...

It was only a moment later that the cock erupted into Dias' mouth, and Ashton screamed for real, every muscle in his body tensing with his ersatz orgasm. Dias had time to think Tastes good... tastes like I always wished the stuff would taste, kind of like woodsmoke and night... before a faint musical tone chimed and the cock, no longer flesh, fell off Ashton's forehead and into Dias' grasping hand. Dias pulled the dildo from his mouth and gazed at it, enigmatically. But Ashton didn't care. Slumping back against the headboard, oblivious to the faint protests of the dragons, Ashton closed his eyes and laughed weakly. "Wow... headrush..."

"So you could feel that, huh." Dias was still staring at the dildo, eyes narrowed. He glanced from the object in his hand to Ashton and back, his left hand still pinning the dragons to the wall.

"Oh yeah... it feels just like a real one, it just... feels really odd if it's in a different place..." Ashton was still breathing heavily, his eyes closed. After a moment, he felt Dias shift in preparation to get off him, and he felt an unexpected sharp pang of disappointment. And I was expecting what from Dias exactly? Cuddling and kind words? And then Ashton heard that faint musical sound again, and felt something really odd, and his eyes flew open.

There was a proud erection growing from the center of Ashton's chest, and Ashton knew he hadn't had one there a moment ago. Ashton's mouth dropped open in an unbelieving squeak, and then he glanced up at Dias and his brain froze. Is Dias... is Dias grinning at me?

Dias was. Dias eyed the startled Ashton for a moment, a small sardonic half-grin on his face. Then Dias pulled his cloak off his shoulders and used it to knot the dragons together, throwing one fold of the cape over their heads. "My turn."

His turn? What? Oh... oh my. Oh my. Oh my GOD. Dias was undressing, quickly and without preamble. Dias' belt flashed around Ashton's left wrist, fastening it to the headboard; then Dias grabbed Ashton's own belt from the floor and tied his right hand to the headboard with that. Bending over Ashton, Dias rolled up a pillow and wedged it between Ashton's shoulderblades, taking most of the pressure off the dragons, so that Ashton could lie more or less flat on his back. Bound, startled, and completely disbelieving, Ashton watched Dias shed the rest of his clothes, becoming aware that he was quickly getting hard in more than one place and trying to get used to that idea. A double hardon! Ashton thought, crazily. I mean, I wanted this, but.... not this! Right? Right?! Off came Dias' pants, and Ashton stared at Dias' muscular scarred body, his eyes unfocusing after a moment. Oh... oh my... oh, Dias... yes. Yes. I want this. I give in. Dias... Ashton closed his eyes, a little frightened and a lot aroused, waiting for whatever was going to happen next.

He didn't have to wait long. After just a few moments of silence, he felt the bed creak under Dias' weight, and then Dias was straddling Ashton's belly, his thighs warm against Ashton's sides. Something slick and warm wrapped itself around Ashton's second cock, and Ashton whimpered, opening his eyes slightly. He stared down at his chest, going slightly crosseyed from the effort.

Dias' hand, glistening with the oil from the bedside table, stroked up and down gently along the erection growing from Ashton's chest, until it was slick and flushed pink, and Ashton's breath was ragged. Uncrossing his eyes, Ashton could see Dias' own cock resting on Ashton's belly, pointing up at the second cock -- no, the third cock -- unflinchingly. Ashton closed his eyes again and swallowed nervously. Then Dias shifted again, sliding his body up from Ashton's belly to Ashton's chest and rising up slightly...

Ashton's eyes flew open. OH MY GOD. Slowly, so incredibly slowly, Dias was lowering himself onto Ashton's second cock, his eyes closed in concentration. He was so close to Ashton's eyes that Ashton could clearly see the second cock vanishing into Dias' ass, disappearing inch... by inch... by agonizingly wonderful inch... Ashton moaned, and Dias made a small sound as well, eyes still tightly shut. After a minute that seemed more like an hour to both of them, Dias had fully sheathed the cock within himself, and rested on Ashton's chest, breathing a bit heavily. Dias' own erection rubbed up against Ashton's cheek, and Ashton couldn't resist; turning his head slightly, he caught Dias' cock between his lips and drew it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the tip. Dias said something, small and strangled and unrecognizeable, and slid his left hand into Ashton's hair, pulling Ashton's head up to take more of his length. His right hand, still slick with the oil, flashed out behind him, insinuating itself under Ashton's shorts and wrapping itself around Ashton's own cock.

Ashton moaned loudly, the sound muffled by the presence of Dias' cock in his mouth. The sensation of Ashton moaning around him, in turn, made Dias groan quietly and close his eyes. Dias' right hand slipped up and down along Ashton's cock roughly, causing Ashton to push his hips up from the bed and squeeze his eyes shut.

And then... Dias began to move.

Ashton's thoughts, already disjointed, shattered. As Dias moved up along the extra erection, relinquishing it, his own cock pushed more deeply into Ashton's mouth, stopping just before Ashton thought he might choke; then Dias would slide out of Ashton's mouth and back down onto the waiting shaft, until it was fully buried within him again and Ashton could only suckle the very end of Dias' cock. And Dias' hand moved on Ashton's own erection in the same rhythm, every single movement smooth and fluid, all three cocks seeming to throb as one. Ashton whimpered around Dias and closed his eyes, lost in the waves of sensation that flowed into him from everywhere: from his mouth, from his chest, from his groin...

Dias closed his eyes as well, finding it understandably hard to concentrate on what he was doing. Unconsciously, he moved faster, sliding himself from mouth to cock to mouth to cock, his right hand always matching the pace he set. Not bad, Dias thought, not bad at... aaaah. Dias' hand tightened on Ashton's cock, provoking another whimper, which translated to a delicious buzzing sensation on Dias' own shaft, which made Dias twitch and tighten around the extra cock, which made Ashton whimper again, louder... around and around they went, a not-so-vicious cycle of pleasure, until all control was abandoned... Dias slammed himself into Ashton's mouth, then back down onto the extra cock just as fast as he dared, then back into Ashton's mouth, no longer caring if he hurt the smaller man at all. Ashton didn't care either; the familiar throb of his groin was matched by another, eerily similar throb deep in his chest. Ashton was about to come twice, both at once, and even if his teeth were cutting his lips, he just couldn't bring himself to care...

The third cock was the first one to explode, causing Ashton to shriek around his mouthful of Dias. Dias threw back his head and howled at the twin sensations, his hand tightening cruelly on Ashton's own cock; the faint musical chime sounded as the dildo came unstuck from Ashton's chest, and Dias was able to throw himself completely forward and bury himself to the hilt in Ashton's mouth. Ashton swallowed desperately to avoid gagging, and the constriction of those muscles was the last encouragement that Dias needed. Dias' cock shuddered and convulsed, deep in Ashton's throat, cutting Ashton off mid-howl as Ashton's own climax overtook him, soaking Dias' hand and his own underwear. Then Dias fell bonelessly off Ashton onto the bed, and both of them lay still, eyes closed, panting hard.

Ashton swallowed, weakly. A few moments later, Dias opened his eyes slightly, staring at nothing. Reaching around behind him, he carefully withdrew the now-inert dildo from himself, wincing a bit. Gonna hurt tomorrow. Worth it, though. Reaching carefully over Ashton, he put the toy down on the nightstand, then reached up with nerveless fingers and worried at Ashton's bonds. After a moment, Dias managed to free Ashton's wrists and lower his arms to the bed, digging his thumbs into Ashton's cramped muscles to massage out the worst of the kinks. Glancing up at the quiet, hooded dragons, Dias decided against freeing them -- Not yet. -- and draped his arm over Ashton's chest, closing his eyes again.

Ashton lay as still as he could, flexing his fingers as the blood started to circulate again. Three times... well, technically only once, but really three times... I don't ever want to move again. I don't want him to move again. I think I'll just lie here for the rest of my life with his arm on my chest. That sounds peachy. Then a vicious cramp seized one of Ashton's biceps and he groaned quietly, digging the fingers of his other hand deep into the complaining muscle. Finally the muscle quieted down and Ashton let his hand drop.

"Sorry about that."

Ashton would have jumped, but in his current condition, all he could manage was a faint twitch. "I think under the circumstances I'm not going to complain..." Ashton laughed weakly.

"Done that before, haven't you."

"Well, not that specifically, but... yeah... and I'm not the only one, I think?"

A quiet snort from Dias, that might have been a laugh. "Might be." Ashton closed his eyes, a dazed beatific smile spreading across his face. "My entire body is tingling... my, that was... just amazing..."

"Yeah." Dias lifted his head to gaze at the nightstand. "Think she'll lend us that thing?"

After a brief moment, Ashton broke into helpless giggles, and Dias parceled out one of his rare half-grins and pulled Ashton against his chest. And a few lazy minutes passed...

"Dias?"

"Uh."

"... I'm hungry."

"... shit."

Celine answered a knock on her door, to find Ashton standing there, a small familiarly- shaped cloth-wrapped bundle in his hand. Ashton dropped the small bundle into Celine's hand, and she clutched it and blushed.

"Was there... a problem or something? You weren't at dinner..."

Ashton grinned, blushing a bit. "Oh, a little problem at first, but everything worked out great in the end..."

Celine grinned back. "Okay... uh... g'night, Ashton."

Ashton started off down the corridor, his dragons craning their necks at Celine again. "Good night, Celine, in every possible way!" Celine stared after Ashton, who seemed to be... dancing? Weird... I probably shouldn't ask.

Closing the door behind her, Celine crossed to the bed, unwrapping the handkerchief... then she froze as a tight roll of fifty Nedian gold coins fell into her hand, instead of the familiar toy she was expecting. Wrapped around the roll was a terse note in an unfamiliar hand:

GET YOURSELF ANOTHER ONE.

Celine's outraged shriek woke the entire hotel.