Ocean-blue eyes met theirs, set within elegant, androgynous features. The stranger wore flowing blue robes and countless bangles that jingled as their long black hair shifted around them, so dark it shimmered indigo.

Summers looked down.

Bare feet.

Then the stranger’s entire face lit up.

“Hi! Sorry I’m late. You needed some blood pacts removed?”

They all stuttered.

Hart recovered first.

“Yes?”

The being waved one hand airily.

“I’m Victricius. Half of me studies at the university, so you might see us around quite a bit.”

The four men exchanged deeply confused glances.

Still, they stepped aside and allowed Victricius into the room.

“All right,” they said brightly. “Who’s first?”

Another round of glances passed between them.

Then Ben’s hand shot into the air.

Within minutes, all four blood pacts were gone.

Summers’s head was suddenly clear.

No pressure.

No pain.

No invisible force wrapped around his body, controlling what he could say, where he could go or what he was permitted to do.

He was free to do whatever he wanted.

And suddenly, he was very, very afraid.

So afraid that, for one deranged moment, he almost wanted the blood pact back.

Then a wide smile spread across Victricius’s face.

Their body shimmered.

And split into two people.

A man and a woman.

All four of them stared.

The woman clapped her hands together.

“Sorry! I’ve got to run. I really need to start this assignment that’s worth thirty percent of my grade, and Victor needs to check that the baby’s okay and that our boyfriend hasn’t set fire to the kitchen again.”

Summers blinked.

“Uh. No trouble. Thanks again.”

She grinned.

“See you around!”

Then she darted out of the room.

Victor lingered for a moment longer, offered them a polite nod and simply vanished.

The four of them stared at one another in silence.

“…You all saw that too, right?” Ben finally asked.

They nodded.

Ben sighed, reached for his copy of Mind, Body, and Willing Touch and began flipping through it.

Kyle frowned.

“What are you doing?”

“Learning how to give head,” Ben replied matter-of-factly. “Apparently, I’m going to need to know this shit if I don’t want my boys leaving me for otherworldly beauties.”

Hart crouched beside him and began rubbing slow circles over his back.

“It’s okay. Just ask Summers.”

Ben scoffed.

“Why Summers? His ex-boyfriend left him for an ex-wife. His blowjob skills can’t be that great.”

Summers glared at him.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Kyle added, clearly goading him, “There’s no shame in admitting you’re actually bad at something.” He opened his copy to the relevant page and held it up. “Lucky for you, we have instructions.”

Hart opened his own book. Summers groaned internally.

Then, somehow, all four of them ended up seated in a circle with notepads and pens, the book open to a chapter titled The Oral Arts.

Ben tapped his pen against the page.

“Okay. So. Enthusiasm is key. The underside and the frenulum are apparently goldmines. Circle with the tongue or tease with the lips. And don’t forget to say something dirty.”

Kyle nodded thoughtfully.

“Huh. I’ve never had a girl tug my balls before.”

Hart blinked.

“You’d trust a girl to do that?”

Kyle pursed his lips.

“Definitely not someone I didn’t trust.”

Then he added, “You guys can tug them whenever you want.”

Summers resisted the urge to do exactly that.

Hart muttered, “I can’t believe this is military-issued. Maybe Pubert and Douglas would’ve been fucking instead of terrorising the school staff if they’d had this.”

Ben and Kyle both nodded solemnly.

Then Ben clapped his hands.

“All right. I think I’m ready for some practical experience. Who wants to go first?”

All three hands went up.

Summers belatedly realised one of them was his.

Ben beamed.

“Rock, paper, scissors?”

Several heated rounds followed.

Hart became the first guinea pig.

Summers was not fucking jealous.

Ben cracked his knuckles and grinned.

“You ready, beautiful?”

Hart blinked.

“You think I’m beautiful?”

All three of them nodded.

Summers could not look away from the colour rising across Hart’s cheeks.

Hart flushed harder.

“No one’s ever said that before.”

Fuck.

Summers would say it every day if it meant seeing that gentle flush again.

Ben nodded eagerly.

“Yep. You’ve got a really pretty dick too. Right, boys?”

Kyle and Summers both nodded.

Ben dropped to his knees with far too much enthusiasm.

“You ready to have your mind blown?”

Hart undid his pants and pulled himself free.

“Damn. You are eager.”

“Sure am,” Ben replied. “I’m going to be a fucking pro at this. Way better than Summers at sucking dick. You’ll never even think about going back to your ex.”

Summers scoffed softly.

Hart looked down at Ben.

“Well, hurry up, then—oh, fuck!”

Ben was already on him.

Slow, eager and thorough, spit coating every inch as his hands worked in rhythm.

Hart’s face turned beet red.

He panted through the sensation.

“Oh, fuck. You’re a natural,” Hart groaned, fingers tangling in Ben’s hair.

Ben pulled back slightly, though his hands continued to stroke.

“This pretty dick like that?”

Hart nodded like a bobblehead.

Ben dove back in with renewed focus, tongue swirling as he maintained a steady rhythm.

Kyle palmed himself through his pants, eyes glazed.

Summers stood rigidly nearby with his arms folded, expression unreadable.

But he watched every movement.

Hart gasped.

“Fuck, Ben, I’m—”

Ben did not slow down.

He maintained the same pace while Hart writhed and bucked, completely overwhelmed.

And Summers watched in a daze.

This was definitely some surreal nightmare.

There was no fucking way any of it was real.

After Hart’s final aftershocks subsided, Ben sat back on his heels, looking insufferably pleased with himself.

“How was that?” he asked smugly.

Hart gave him a dazed thumbs-up.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I’m definitely bi now.”

Kyle stared at Ben with wide, glazed eyes.

“I think I’m gay after watching that. That was… wow.”

Ben grinned triumphantly and turned to Summers.

“Looks like I can suck dick better than you.”

Something inside Summers quietly broke.

His expression did not change, though his jaw tightened as he stepped forward, seized Ben by the collar and shoved him into a chair.

Ben only laughed.

“What? You want to show me how bad you are?”

He unfastened his pants and pulled himself free.

“All right. Impress me.”

Summers said nothing.

He dropped to his knees and planted both hands on Ben’s thighs. His lips curled into a wicked, slightly unhinged smirk as something long buried finally woke.

“You won’t last a minute,” he said coolly.

Ben scoffed.

“Yeah, right. You’re probably all teeth—”

His words cut off in a strangled scream.

“Holy fucking shit!”

Summers had taken him to the root in one smooth movement.

Hart and Kyle’s eyes widened.

Summers swallowed Ben’s entire length as though he were finally acting out the dream he had been having for six fucking months.

Within seconds, Ben was a whimpering mess.

Summers did not let up. He was unrelenting and devastatingly thorough, holding Ben firmly in place as he worked him with practised precision.

Ben barely lasted thirty seconds.

He came undone with a broken cry, fingers clawing into Summers’s hair as he spilled down his throat.

Summers swallowed, then pulled off with one slow, deliberate lick.

Ben collapsed against the back of the chair, panting, trembling and completely ruined.

“Fuck your ex,” he finally gasped. “He was a fucking idiot. That was the best thirty seconds of my life.”

Hart and Kyle both swallowed, staring at Summers in wide-eyed amazement.

Summers rose smoothly to his feet.

“You’re welcome,” he said dryly.

Ben immediately slid from the chair and dropped to his knees, not even bothering to put himself away. He wrapped both arms around Summers’s thigh and looked up at him with wet, desperate eyes.

“Never leave us,” he begged. “I’ll do anything. I’ll even learn to eat ass. Just—fuck.”

Kyle stared at Summers.

“Damn. Can he do me next?”

Hart nodded gravely.

“Then me.”

Summers sighed, ignoring the hot, sticky mess inside his pants.

“You’re all so fucking annoying.”

All three of them beamed and replied in perfect unison.

“We love you too.”

Summers stared down at them.

He had never been so thoroughly, irreversibly fucked.