Free Web NovelChapter 236: _Not Just Two Espers He Fucks
"So guys, I was thinking." Devon dropped a plate of steaming chicken noodles in front of Ambrose.
The latter drooled, barely noticing the red-haired Esper sitting beside him on the dining table. He, Devon and Viktor had gathered around here for breakfast after a refreshing bath.
"Shoot." Ambrose managed to respond, already grabbing his fork and digging in.
Viktor nodded.
Seeing that, Devon adjusted his sitting posture, folding his arms in front of his chest. "After last night..."
Those words nearly made Ambrose choke. He rubbed his chest, throwing his head away from the two men as he struggled to catch his breath again.
If Devon saw his predicament, he didn’t show it, continuing. "I think it’s safe to say things are different between us now. More... real, if you get what I mean."
"Weirdly enough," Viktor dropped the vodka soda can he just emptied, "I do. I think it’s time we addressed some things properly."
"Exactly." Devon’s head swerved to Ambrose who had only just regained himself. "Rose, you and I have basically been living together for weeks now. Taking care of Orion. Cooking together—"
"If the plan was to get me jealous it’s working a little." Viktor scoffed, although there was a hint of harmless teasing beneath the snark.
Devon smirked. "It wasn’t. My point is, we’ve been together for so long. Been through enough shit—for all of it to just stay at ’a Guide and the two permanently linked Espers he fucks occasionally’."
"You two are unbelievable." Ambrose rubbed his forehead.
"Did I lie though?" Devon brought his piercing gaze back to him. "Rose, what you said last night. It should mean something at least. Right?"
"I–It does," Ambrose paused, his eyes falling. "It’s just... I haven’t been in a relationship in a while. The last one was—"
"Oh, la, la." Viktor shifted with curiosity. "This is news. You’ve indeed been with someone before us?"
That made Ambrose squint hard. "You say that like you’ve got a textbook on my life or something."
Viktor’s heart skipped a beat.
The truth was, he’d gotten Solomon to look into Ambrose’s relationship life weeks back. And from what his assistant gathered, the Guide hadn’t been in anything truly serious... before Devon.
He balled a fist on his leg, too embarrassed to reveal that to anyone present.
Meanwhile, the actual reason Solomon didn’t find anything about Ambrose’s relationship life was that there wasn’t anything to dig up.
Ambrose Hale had only ever been in an unfortunate secret situationship with Guide Han Jae-won. And then there was his life as Benji Foster.
His chest tightened when he recalled his ex from his past life. The jerk who shall not be named—who not only cheated on him but led the robbery that killed him.
"Anyway," Devon cleared his throat, noticing the sudden tension between them. "Like I always say, Rose, you don’t have to make a decision yet. I was only pointing out—"
"You’re right though," Ambrose interrupted, meeting his eyes. "It’s not fair on you. Either of you. I always dodge any attempt to give our dynamic meaning. Yet I still keep you around."
Hesitantly, he reached out with his hands, grabbing both men before they knew what was happening. He didn’t squeeze too much—just enough for the tension to recede.
"I’d..." Ambrose held his breath, barely able to breathe under their intense stares. But fuck it. "I’d love to be your boyfriend. Partner. Whatever we’d call... this."
His smile widened. "I just want you two to know that you’re more than two Espers who I fuck. You mean so much to me. I can’t genuinely say that enough."
Viktor and Devon exchanged a loaded glance, the air between them thick with something softer than the usual heat.
"You mean everything to us too, Rose," Devon said first, his voice steady but laced with total honesty. He covered Ambrose’s hand with his own, thumb brushing over knuckles. "Not just the Guide thing. Not the links. You. The way you fight for Orion, the way you push back at us when we’re being idiots. You’ve changed shit for me. Made me want more than just surviving the next mission."
Viktor’s usual smirk softened, ice-blue eyes unusually warm as he leaned in. "Same here. You’re not some convenient body, Ambrose. You’re the one who makes this chaotic mess feel... worth it. I love you too. Have for a while now."
Warmth spread through Ambrose like sunlight after endless rain.
Viktor suddenly straightened, a rare, boyish grin breaking across his face. "Wait—fuck. Is this really happening? Like, actually happening? Us? Boyfriends?"
Ambrose drew in a deep breath, heart hammering against his ribs.
Internally, old walls screamed at him to pull back, to dodge like always—memories of betrayal and loss clawing up from his past life.
But he fought it, jaw clenching.
These two were different. They’d earned this. He wanted to try.
"Yeah," he answered, voice firmer than he felt. A small smile tugged at his lips. "From this moment onward, you two are my boyfriends. Both of you."
He leaned in, kissing Viktor first—slow and deep, tasting the faint trace of vodka and relief. Then Devon, gentler but no less hungry, their lips lingering until the red-haired Esper sighed into it.
When he pulled back, the two Espers were already turning toward each other.
"Obviously I’m the most important boyfriend," Viktor declared, arms crossed. "I’ve got the looks, the resources—"
Devon scoffed. "Please, Vik. Let’s not even go there. I’ve been by his side day in, day out, taking care of Orion. Domestic shit. That easily makes me priority one."
"’Domestic’ doesn’t beat legacy and power, Ferguson."
"And you’re saying I don’t have both?"
Ambrose rolled his eyes, about to shut them down when his phone buzzed sharply on the table. He glanced at the screen, frown deepening.
>Steel Falcon Guild – Urgent: Please, report to HQ immediately.<
The message glared back at him. His stomach dropped.
"Shit," he muttered, pushing his plate aside. "If I’m to make any guesses it might be an update on the raid mission yesterday."
That caught Devon and Viktor’s attention. "What is it?"
"I got a message from my Guild," Ambrose was already getting on his feet. "They said whatever they need me for is urgent."
His mind, in typical Ambrose Hale fashion, was already thinking of multiple reasons why they’d want him there. And he wasn’t liking any of them.
