Maraich panted heavily as his body felt like it turned to mush on him. As his climax came to an end he lost all of his strength and sunk down on top of Quatre. It was temporary, of course, but he needed to regain his strength. He didn't even have time to worry about the come on them. His hand lightly stroked Quatre's side as he rested his chin on the other boy's stomach. Feeling a gloved hand on his ass at the same time reminded him of Masamune.

What did one say now? If Bancoran knew all that had happened... He might not be as happy as he was now having two pretty boys in bed. Where would he even explain where Quatre came from? Should he just tell the truth and have Bancoran think he was playing some imagination games?

Ban... It was still so hard to believe he was home, like he'd wake up any second and be in the VR room of Masamune.

"Ban..." he murmured quietly between pants.