happilyeverbeginning | reign over everything / take over everything (magica x scrooge x poe)

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reign over everything / take over everything (magica x scrooge x poe)

Magica was genuinely happy - not the malicious smirk of making her enemies suffer, nor the lustful glee of a good night in Scrooge's arms - no, what was on Magica's face this evening was of pure happiness. And why shouldn't she be? The one person nearest and dearest to her heart was finally coming home. The moment she'd gotten the notice - via a letter tied around a raven's leg - she ordered the most lavish celebration the coven could create for his arrival. All the best wines were to be brought up, the fattest pigs slaughtered...

The entire castle was gathered in the throne room - slaves, witches, warlocks, relatives and minions, all were to be there for the return of the second head of the coven. The moment the doors opened, the music played, and everyone else fell to their knees in worship.

Funny enough, the man in question didn't appear to give a damn about what was going on.

Sure, he was smiling, but he wasn't acknowledging anyone he walked by, no matter how loudly they called his name and praised his safe return. As far as Lord Poe De Spell was concerned, there was only one other person in the room - his dear sister.

Once Poe arrived at the base of the thrones, he put an arm to his stomach and bowed graciously. Magica in turn placed a hand on her dress for a simple, quick curtsy. "It is good to see you home safe and sound, Poe."

"It's good to be home, Magica." He raised his head. "The conquest of the southern territories was a complete success. They shan't be giving us anymore trouble."

With the formalities over with, Magica suddenly ran into Poe's arms, and he held her as tightly possible.

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And in the end, what could a mere slave do with that knowledge anyway? He was no threat to the coven's power. Surely Scrooge knew that - so obviously he was just buttering up Poe with this whole act.

"There really is so much I could teach you." Poe closed the book with one hand, intending to demonstrate exactly that. With another firm squeeze, he pulled Scrooge in close to kiss him.

Scrooge kissed Poe back, adjusting himself so he didn't have to strain his neck as much against the collar. Blasted thing was in the way.

"Like what, Master?" he asked softly once their lips parted.

Poe looked at him in disbelief. He really took the whole innocent act far, didn't he? That, or he was both the dumbest and smartest slave alive.

There was a moment of hesitation, but Poe did unclick the collar and let it roll off Scrooge's body. "There are things only men can understand about our fellow man." And while he did love Magica, he doubted she had much creativity when it came to the bedroom.

Scrooge blinked at him, particularly as his collar was removed. Without thinking, he reached up to touch the stunted feathers, closing his eyes to enjoy the air on his neck.

"You mean sex, Master?" Scrooge asked, knowing the likely answer.

Poe bit down the "well, duh" that threatened to leave his mouth. The ridiculousness of the question also helped cool down his body warmth. He grumbled, tilting his head back...

... allowing him to see his very amused twin at the doorway.

"I was wondering why you two were late for dinner." She mused. "And here I thought you didn't like him, Poe."

Poe made an embarrassed, gruntled noise. It would've have been impossible to pull the "It's not what it looks like" excuse when he'd been trying to get Scrooge to straddle him mere seconds ago. "I can be wrong. Sometimes."

Scrooge still didn't understand quite what Poe had been after. Sex, obviously, but how? Up until the night before, he'd never had sex with a man before.

He looked to his collar, knowing that Magica or Poe was going to have to put it back on. Still, there was nothing for it.

"Forgive me, Mistress."

Magica waved it off. "Far be it for me to disrupt you two. I'll have dinner brought here." After all, her favorite men were getting along. This was good, she didn't want to have to choose between them.

... Not that she ever would. She shook the thought from her head.

As Magica left to fetch their meals, Poe rolled his eyes, opening the book back up again. He wasn't going to try for sex again with his sister interrupting.

Scrooge shifted back into place, looking towards the book with interest. True, he was going to have to make up the lost work time later, but for now? He was content to listen and learn.

Poe managed to get in half a lesson before Magica returned with three servings and drinks. Naturally, a slave carried them, but he was all but thrown out with the door slammed in his face before he could see Scrooge wasn't wearing a collar.

"I don't know what you two could possibly find so interesting in books like that." Magica said as she took a seat at a propped up table.

"Just think of it as one less thing to worry about, Magica."

Scrooge opened his mouth to respond but shut it right away. Should he give a response or had she just been addressing Poe?

Poe closed the book, and lightly patted Scrooge's rump to make him move. "Come on, let's eat."

"Poe has a nasty habit of getting so caught up in his books, he forgets to eat." Magica sighed, definitely addressing Scrooge this time. "Try not to make it a habit for yourself."

"Of course not, Mistress. I wouldn't want to get too far behind on my duties," Scrooge told her, hoping that was the right answer for this situation.

"And make sure Poe doesn't starve to death, if you're going to keep up your lessons together."

So, Magica approved? Well... in the end, it was harmless. Poe began to eat. "You worry too much about me, sister."

"I would be happy to do so, Mistress," Scrooge said, relieved that Magica wasn't telling him to stop the lessons.

Magica waved her hand, inviting Scrooge to eat with them. "I imagine you must be hungry."

Scrooge walked over to stand beside the table. He picked up the wine bottle to top off their glasses before taking a small bit of the bounty.

Poe and Magica made idle chit-chat. Asking why he was reading such and such, because sometimes the mind needs refreshing, how goes the proposal, ugh don't even mention it...

When Scrooge was finally coerced into sitting down, Magica looked at him. "How many chores do you have left for the rest of the evening?"

Scrooge hesitated for a moment. "I am always at your beck and call, Mistress."

"Good answer." Magica chuckled, giving him a quick kiss. "Once you are finished with your chores for the evening, you'll sleep in my room."

He usually slept in her room anyway, regardless of whether they had sex or not. But Poe understood what was really being said - no matter how many lessons of hours of pleasure Poe and Scrooge shared, Scrooge ultimately belonged to her. Magica might have said he was an equal opportunity slave, but it was clear that was only a formality.

"...Yes, Mistress."

Well, he'd better stop eating then. He had quite a list to work on.

But when Scrooge pulled away from his meal, Poe began to comment. "He works on an empty stomach? I thought you took better care of him than that, given your mother hen-ing."

Magica narrowed her eyes. "He'll finish his plate, and you'll finish your nagging, Poe."

Scrooge froze. Oh dear. He had to finish his plate but he also needed to work if she expected him in bed...

Now what?

Poor Scrooge, an unknowing pawn between the siblings' spat. The two stared at one another in silence until Magica broke it.

"Eat." She commanded. "We don't need to pleasure each other tonight. I imagine you still need recovering." Besides, she enjoyed cuddling with Scrooge even if it led to nothing.

Poe snorted, but didn't add on. She was really going to hang that over his head for a while, wasn't she?

"...Yes, Mistress."

He resumed eating though had picked up the pace a little. He needed to get done so he could get his chores done in a reasonable amount of time and still do what Magica asked, after all.

Now the meal was eaten in stone cold silence. No idle chit-chat, no talk of the coven. Just utensils being used, the occasional sip.

In a way, the silence was deafening. It was obvious the twins weren't used to being so quiet with one another, but they were both so full of pride neither of them would make a move.

Why should Poe apologize? Slaves were meant to be used by magics, and Scrooge had clearly gotten over the pain. Besides, wasn't Poe's pleasure more important?

Poe should apologize! He knew that Scrooge hadn't been with a man, and more importantly, Scrooge belonged to Magica - hurting one of her things was like hurting herself.

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