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Steve and Bucky were the first to drop. Dozing off in front of some old movie having spent the early morning preparing for your birthday with breakfast in bed after they had both thoroughly woken you up properly with kisses and erections that told you no one but you could ever satisfy them. Their throats now slit, their death cries silenced before the first drop of blood had ever left their bodies, you were glad at least that you were spared the scene that now took up two parts of the three piece suite Wanda and Natasha had helped you pick out when you first moved into your apartment and called it home.

Then came Thor. Treating you to a day out filled with laughter and wonderful experiences throughout the various Nine Realms, it broke your heart now to think that his smile would never again light up a room as he and Bruce bantered back and forth as to whether he or hulk was the strongest there was. Was he really gone? Had a Northman really dispatched the God of Thunder so easily when all other foes had fallen before his tremendous might? It didn't bear thinking about.

And then there was Sam. Your darling, beloved Sam. His smile. His laugh. His caring nature and unwavering ability to lift your spirits whenever life seemed too much to handle. Oh how you could do with those skills now. Not to mention the impressive ones that night after night had you panting, writhing and moaning out beneath him while at the same time begging him to push you just a bit farther, thrust a bit harder, make you come a bit longer. Were those days well and truly lost to you forever now. How could that be? It didn't seem real. But The Northman didn't lie. His word was his oath and a sacred duty he would not deny. So the other two guys had left you also.

Jax? He it seemed like Thor had put up a struggle also but in the end, the broken neck described by Roderick as twigs snapping beneath his heel had proven to be his downfall . . . and yours. If you thought you had heard enough gruesome details before this, running to the bathroom and emptying the contents of your stomach into the waiting toilet left no doubt that you had reached your limit. Five guys gone simply for loving you when someone else had claimed you. How could you have known? Would warning them have even made a difference?

Sitting back on the bed now as Roderick handed you the glass of water and promised that none now would ever again defile the rose of his heart, you wanted to scream and shout, lash out, tell him that you would never be his just as you had the day you had discovered his violent tendencies, packed your bags and left the life the two of you had built behind, but you couldn't. Ormund deserved better. He deserved to have his story finished.

Sipping on the water now as the clear liquid quenched your thirst and chased away the ashy taste in your mouth while failing to do little else, the image of the cabin, burning in the evening glow with Ormund's stricken body waiting in its clutches was one you knew no amount of therapy was ever going to erase. Not that that option would be afforded to you. You had known that when you had woken up here in this secluded castle to find Roddy back between your legs, his mouth feasting on your pearl and pushing you towards that first glorious orgasm that he alone could pull from you. For you knew this to be the ultimate truth.

Steve, Bucky, Thor, Sam. Jax and Ormund added to the equation. Each and every one of them in their own way taught your body new and exciting things you knew you would never have discovered on your own or with any other lover. But Roderick was different. Roddy The Ruin as you had once called him long ago when love first blossomed between you, the power coarsing through his body and the skill with which he wielded it brought a cascading torrent of feelings, sensations and experiences that you truly believed no words had even been invented to describe and any lover after him, no matter how proficient, would be measured against that mammoth and found lacking.

In a way, this was perhaps the cruelest part of the whole terrible and tragic ordeal. Though yet more of your lovers had died at his hands, had you only acknowledged this simple truth, the guilt you now carried could have been nothing but a figment of your overactive imagination. For the truth is you were his. His rose, his strength, his shining star lighting his way home. You were what he lived for and in doing so, he proved to you over and over and over again that as long as he stood tall and strong beside you, the world and the frightening violence it perpetrated against the fairer sex would never be something you need ever worry about.

Standing on the first floor balcony, coffee cup in hand, you looked out over the expansive grounds below you and wondered to yourself which of your many questionable life choices had landed you here.  Well, truth be told they weren't exactly your choices really and it didn't take a whole lot of figuring out to reveal the path that had actually led you here however.  You had simply failed to heed the warnings.

Standing apart from your friends at the bar as the bartender busied himself with your order, the guy sitting alone by himself nursing his drink caught your eye and in a split second your mind was made up.  Having just recently passed the bar exam and actually now combining your birthday celebration with a 'well done me' party, resume after resume had been sent to any and all obscure law firms in your area in the hopes of conjuring up some decent employment prospects.  But alas, so far that final step was just beyond your reach.

Hell if you were honest, the second last step really was the one that failed to materialize.  Not one offer of an interview had yet to reach your inbox.  No calls to say that the numerous job vacancies you had applied for had been filled.  No rejection letters detailing where exactly your credentials had fallen short.  Not one possible employer even acknowledging the effort you had gone to.  So perhaps then it was time to make your own luck, put all your skills to the test and see just how good you could really be at arguing your case.

Grabbing the bartender's attention and indicating that he added another drink to your order, this one delivered to your intended target, you then moved down along the bar and introduced yourself to one Andrew Barber.  Of course, the man himself needed no introduction given who he was and more especially with the fact that both of you now shared the same profession that had seen him rise to heights that you could only one day dream of reaching, but still, this was such an opportunity.  As you quickly made him aware of.

Standing beside him now and rattling off the cases you had worked on throughout your educational journey, you then batted your eyelids, placed your hand alongside his and told him what an esteemed honor it would be to study at his feet.  That if he was only willing to give you a chance, you would prove yourself to be extremely invaluable to his work and reputation going forward.  And it seemed he might just agree.

Leaving the bar then some fifteen minutes after you had first separated from your friends, drinks in hand and a beaming smile upon your face told the waiting girls that something had changed for you this night.  Now if only they could see things the way you did, for it seemed you weren't alone in knowing who he was.

Listening to you recount all that had happened since the last time they had set eyes on you, congratulations at your success soon turned to friendly concern however as three more pairs of eyes followed yours towards your soon to be employer and the blue eyes that stared right back in your direction.  Had he been watching you the whole time?  Imagining the conversations that had and were taking place right now regarding all that you had said to him and the opportunity he had given to you.  Perhaps the looking had only begun when he himself had felt some extra attention directed towards himself.

Whatever it was, it was clear to you that your friends, though extremely happy for you, still retained some level of reservation, but seeing as they didn't really know Andy or how soul destroying this job searching had become for you lately, their gentle warnings were politely acknowledged before being filed away in some far flung memory storage area to be pondered on later when the reality they foresaw became something close to the one that you now lived.

Joining him early at work the next morning, eager to start your working life and prove your worth to the man who had taken a chance on you, the first month or so had been hard but enjoying before fragments of those hushed and concerned conversations started to make you wonder if luck had been shining on you that night ... or someone else entirely.

Starting out with a compliment here, a coffee order there that you should have been responsible for, you then found yourself working far more closely with Mr. Barber in a way your friends would have cautioned you against had you still had the usual time to spend with them and fill them in on all the newfound responsibility that had been heaped upon your up and coming legal shoulders.

Early mornings.  Long lunches.  Even later nights.  Entry level assistant to personal junior assistant and three months later Mr. Barber had first become Andrew and now answered only if you addressed him as Andy.  But that was only part of the changes that this exciting employment contract had turned up.  Two months into this new promotion and Andy had moved you into a new apartment.  Closer to work he called it.  But your friends did not agree.

Happy still for your success yet reminding you again of the warnings they had nudged you with that fateful night, you quieted their fears once more with talk of how much sense it made and how much you were learning, but the realest lessons of all were yet to come your way.

Stopping by some nights later to talk through some complex legal case or discuss the ramifications of taking on certain clients, a few more alcohol dipped compliments here, a well placed laugh there, a gentle hand upon your shoulder, his fingers lingering on your back a bit longer as he allowed you to walk through a door before him and soon the lines had begun to blur.  But still you had been too busy to notice.

For though he lingered more in your space and really seemed to just be two steps away from you at all times now, the work itself really had been your main focus.  Murder cases.  Fraud.  Embezzlement.  Kidnapping.  Drug crimes.  Andy handled them all and then some and so you found yourself thoroughly immersed in some of the most fantastic and high profile cases a newly minted law graduate could ever hope to sink her teeth into.  Of course your focus was elsewhere.  And the last case certainly didn't help.

Introducing you some months back to one Hugh Random Drysdale, Andy was only chomping at the bit to take on his case and though you truly believed that no lawyer on earth could possibly win it, it seemed there was actually one.  And you just happened to be working for him.  Yet his sheer talent in this whole debacle utterly surprised you.

Narrowly avoiding the charge of killing his grandfather, which to this day remained a tragic suicide despite his suspected involvement, he had been charged with the killing of the housemaid Fran and the fumbled, attempted killing of the old man's nurse, and eventual successor, Marta, but it seemed luck was on his side.  Or at least one hell of an accomplished lawyer.

Spinning truths, fudging facts, digging up dirt you truly suspected was falsely created rather than actually existing, Andy had not only successfully pleaded and defended Random's innocence beyond all reasonable doubt, but together all three of you had even managed to overturn Harlan's last will and testament leaving Ransom the sole heir now to all his grandfather had once held dear.  But their combined cunning didn't end there.

Closing out the last of the paperwork and heading back to Thrombey Manor to celebrate in style, as Ransom had put it, many stories, laughs and hours of drink had found you far more relaxed than you could ever remember feeling and almost a year to the day that you had first laid eyes on Andy Barber, the trap you had unknowingly, yet willingly, walked into was finally sprung.

Returning back to the balcony now as the months that followed played out still before your eyes in high definition, light-hearted banter, drunken agreements and innocent kisses somehow gave way to discarded clothes and opulent bedsheets and these days most of your time now was spent with Ransom beneath you and Andy above you as their cocks ratcheted into you at ever increasing speeds and brought all three of you to orgasmic heights you suspected none of you could ever reach alone.

But it didn't stop there.  Oh no.

Refurbishing his office to cater to two desks and afford himself far more privacy, the casework you did became less and less as Andy made use of your more natural talents.  Yet he never left you wanting.  Sucking him off when a phone call ran longer that it should, laying you over the couch and thrusting into your pussy while he bemoaned back at you the issues he was having with certain cases, clients or judges, he still found he did his best thinking of all however with his head between your legs as you begged and pleaded above him before soaking his face through every release he pulled from you.

And then of course there was your home life.  With all three of you living full time now at Thrombey Manor through an arrangement neither of the guys had yet to explain to you, weekends and days that Andy was in court found you and Ransom discussing business and story ideas in the most unconventional of ways that always ended with both of you naked, sweaty and attached to his equipment in a way that left no doubt as to how the two of you manufactured your inspiration.

And yet, you couldn't complain.  For the slimy bastards had left no such avenue open for you.  Quieting your concerns any time you raised any with sugary compliments, trips to all your favourite places, searing kisses, talented tongues and even more talented erections, they had also managed somehow to work their considerable charms on each and every one of your girl friends and now the concerns that once whispered past their lips and would have echoed your own were replaced with talk of how lucky you were every time that parties were arranged, foreign girl trips were booked and the guys showed each and every one of them how wonderful your life appeared to be.

And so they would never acknowledge the truth that crept up on you even now as Ransom walked up behind you, wrapped his powerful arms around your waist and whispered plans of what was to come into your waiting ear.  "Andy's on his way home baby and I promised we'd be ready for him.  You are ready, aren't you?" and your need to answer him proved null and void however as his fingers wormed their way into your jeans, nudged your core and found your juices ready indeed to welcome the both of them just as they had taught you.  For your body belonged to them now and, in truth, maybe your heart did too because the more you actually thought about them, the more you failed to see a future separated from all the mind numbing pleasure they provided.

When you hear people moving about in the flat opposite yours, you groan internally. Your last neighbour had been an annoying old busy body, always in your business, wrinkly ear at her door to hear you coming and going, and more than once you'd found your mail oddly damp and partially open, like she'd steamed it. You never had anything interesting or incriminating, you could only assume that the old cow was just bored and lonely, and the only way she knew how to get attention was to piss you off.

Well, she'd died, leaving you blissfully alone on your floor. Until now, it seemed.

You press your eye to the peephole in your door, silently waiting to see which new old person would be coming to be a pain in your side-

And gasp when you see a man. Tall. Well built. Salt and pepper hair, and dressed incredibly in an all black outfit that complimented his colouring. Just to add to his sexiness, it looked like he had two different coloured eyes when he turned to stare directly at your door. You close your mouth, holding your breath, taking another moment to stare at his biceps as he held a box, and then turn away.

Later that night, you think of him when you're under the covers, your vibrator on a low setting as you circle it over your clit. You want it to last, this feeling, this desire, it had been so long. You're thinking of him, he's on the bed with you, shirt off, trousers partially unbuttoned, thick black and grey hair all mussed as he laps at your clit, his hands holding your wrists so you can’t push him away when it gets too much-

You scream when you come, you don't mean to, the feeling punching into you like a hammer wielded by a king, the euphoria rolling through you over and over until you're left limp on your mattress, breathing heavily-

And a bang on your front door sends you to your feet, you almost trip over trying to drag your sweatpants back up your still shaking legs. The banging on your door continues, and you can hear a voice now, demanding entry and threatening violence against whoever was hurting you. You frown, and then throw open the door, only to see your new neighbour looking almost exactly like your fantasy,

“Oh fuck,”

His arm is still raised, and he slowly lowers it. You feel your face burn when you realise he can see your breasts through the filmy fabric of your sleep top, but he appears to approve. He stands there, and finally you speak,

“Can I help you?”

“I'm Baelor, your new neighbour, I uhhh… were you being attacked?”

You give him your name almost absently, “What? Attacked? Are you insane- oh…” you pause, remembering that you did in fact scream, and quite loudly. You cross your arms, scrunching your face up, “Yes, I was uh… it wasn't an attack, I was…”

Baelor suddenly went red, “Oh. I apologise,”

You don't know why you do it, too many endorphins in your system perhaps, but you look up at him from under your lashes, “Well, I felt inspired today. For some reason,”

Apparently Baelor wasn't the type to mince words like you, he smiles immediately, a small smile that brings a new wave of arousal to you, “You touched yourself to the thought of me? I'd like to see that in action,”

“You… would?” You blink, “Are you married?”

“Not anymore,”

“Psycho girlfriend or boyfriend anywhere?”

“Also no,”

“Okay, well… come in then,” you pull your door open further, wait for Baelor to take a step towards you, and then drag him inside by those tempting unbuttoned trousers so you can kiss him.

Steve and Bucky were the first to drop. Dozing off in front of some old movie having spent the early morning preparing for your birthday with breakfast in bed after they had both thoroughly woken you up properly with kisses and erections that told you no one but you could ever satisfy them. Their throats now slit, their death cries silenced before the first drop of blood had ever left their bodies, you were glad at least that you were spared the scene that now took up two parts of the three piece suite Wanda and Natasha had helped you pick out when you first moved into your apartment and called it home.

Then came Thor. Treating you to a day out filled with laughter and wonderful experiences throughout the various Nine Realms, it broke your heart now to think that his smile would never again light up a room as he and Bruce bantered back and forth as to whether he or hulk was the strongest there was. Was he really gone? Had a Northman really dispatched the God of Thunder so easily when all other foes had fallen before his tremendous might? It didn't bear thinking about.

And then there was Sam. Your darling, beloved Sam. His smile. His laugh. His caring nature and unwavering ability to lift your spirits whenever life seemed too much to handle. Oh how you could do with those skills now. Not to mention the impressive ones that night after night had you panting, writhing and moaning out beneath him while at the same time begging him to push you just a bit farther, thrust a bit harder, make you come a bit longer. Were those days well and truly lost to you forever now. How could that be? It didn't seem real. But The Northman didn't lie. His word was his oath and a sacred duty he would not deny. So the other two guys had left you also.

Jax? He it seemed like Thor had put up a struggle also but in the end, the broken neck described by Roderick as twigs snapping beneath his heel had proven to be his downfall . . . and yours. If you thought you had heard enough gruesome details before this, running to the bathroom and emptying the contents of your stomach into the waiting toilet left no doubt that you had reached your limit. Five guys gone simply for loving you when someone else had claimed you. How could you have known? Would warning them have even made a difference?

Sitting back on the bed now as Roderick handed you the glass of water and promised that none now would ever again defile the rose of his heart, you wanted to scream and shout, lash out, tell him that you would never be his just as you had the day you had discovered his violent tendencies, packed your bags and left the life the two of you had built behind, but you couldn't. Ormund deserved better. He deserved to have his story finished.

Sipping on the water now as the clear liquid quenched your thirst and chased away the ashy taste in your mouth while failing to do little else, the image of the cabin, burning in the evening glow with Ormund's stricken body waiting in its clutches was one you knew no amount of therapy was ever going to erase. Not that that option would be afforded to you. You had known that when you had woken up here in this secluded castle to find Roddy back between your legs, his mouth feasting on your pearl and pushing you towards that first glorious orgasm that he alone could pull from you. For you knew this to be the ultimate truth.

Steve, Bucky, Thor, Sam. Jax and Ormund added to the equation. Each and every one of them in their own way taught your body new and exciting things you knew you would never have discovered on your own or with any other lover. But Roderick was different. Roddy The Ruin as you had once called him long ago when love first blossomed between you, the power coarsing through his body and the skill with which he wielded it brought a cascading torrent of feelings, sensations and experiences that you truly believed no words had even been invented to describe and any lover after him, no matter how proficient, would be measured against that mammoth and found lacking.

In a way, this was perhaps the cruelest part of the whole terrible and tragic ordeal. Though yet more of your lovers had died at his hands, had you only acknowledged this simple truth, the guilt you now carried could have been nothing but a figment of your overactive imagination. For the truth is you were his. His rose, his strength, his shining star lighting his way home. You were what he lived for and in doing so, he proved to you over and over and over again that as long as he stood tall and strong beside you, the world and the frightening violence it perpetrated against the fairer sex would never be something you need ever worry about.

But then he met you. Beautiful, bright, happy, and always laughing. Your smile was sunlight in human form, your laughter was like a dance, and your voice was hypnotic to him, he could listen to you speak all day if you would just let him.

Of course you belonged to someone else.

Your partner was a good man, he worked hard, provided safety and security for you. He seemed to love you, and everything suggested you loved him back, like when you told Steve so. Repeatedly. Like letting Steve know how much you adored your partner wasn't a knife to his heart every single time, or seeing him kiss you and hold you wasn't a kind of torture he had never thought to endure.

When the attack came at the Tower during a celebration - the men as faceless and formless as mannequins - Steve just wanted to save your life. He would've taken the bullet himself if he had been able to get there in time, but he wasn’t that fast. Instead he pushed your partner in front of you so he took the bullet, straight to the heart. He was dead between one heartbeat and the next, and your screams haunted his dreams for months to come.

Steve realised he'd never learned the man's name.

He went to the funeral of course, held you as you cried. Later, much later, you were alone with Steve, your head on his shoulder,

“I know what you did,”

“What?”

“You killed him,” you raise your head to meet his eyes, “don't deny it. You killed the man I loved because you never had the guts to do anything yourself. You disgust me. The sight of your face makes me gag. Don't contact me again, Steve,”

It had been so remarkably easy to get into his apartment, following behind with enough space that he never noticed. Humming some godawful song that you had been subjected to listening to so often that you could sing the chorus.

Your legs draw up as your hands hug your knees. A self soothe you’d done since you were a child. Containing every little feeling in your body until you could release it.

It had been so easy. He hadn’t even had the time to notice you were in his bedroom. By the time his eyes had opened, you’d applied enough pressure that he didn’t know his hands were bound.

Your eyes close, a smile playing on your lips as you recall his muffled groan.

You’d poured your heart out with every tug of the rope. The tears had all gone by the time you were finished with your heartfelt explanation of why it had to end the way it did.

All that was left was a deep satisfaction that you’d finished what you had come to do.

You’d watched enough crime documentaries to know how to clear your tracks. You had an alibi just in case.

“Bastard,” you murmur, picking up your mug again to take another slow slip.

You wish you could say that you missed him. You missed a version of him from the past and that would be enough for you to drum up the emotions that would convince them all you were in mourning.

The tension leaves you, your legs sliding back down when the sound of heavy steps catch your attention.

Your new upstairs neighbor.

Staying still, you can hear his mumbling as he speaks. It’s usually muffled, giving directions to something that you assume is some AI assistant. You’ve seen him around briefly. Just enough to know that he’s handsome and a loner. That word means something different to you these days. A loner is someone who doesn’t get hurt.

He’s pacing down the hall.

That’s new.

You stand, coffee in hand while you make your way to your door. His footsteps falter as you can still hear him talking. Curiosity gets the better of you when your fingers twist the lock and open the door.

He’s standing a few feet away, his wrist near his mouth as he locks eyes with you. He’s wearing a hoodie, his standard fare and a pair of pants and shoes. He looks like any apartment dweller. Fortunately for you, you know better, judging by the tech he seems to wear. Expensive gadgets that you’ve seen in flashes when his backpack is slung over his shoulder.

“Everything okay?” you ask as he gives a short nod.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “Got locked out of my apartment.”

You open your door wider. You think he’s cute, after all. A little conversation wouldn’t hurt.

“If you called Rudy, he’ll be in here an hour or so” you remind him about your landlord. “He goes out for his usual inspection of his other place. Why don’t you come in? I have coffee.”

“I couldn’t ask you to -”

“I’m offering. We’re neighbors. It’s not like if you try to murder me, people won’t hear. These walls are paper thin.”

He thinks for a moment before he removes the watch from his wrist.

“Thanks,” he says, walking in. “I paid the rent, I swear.”

“I believe you.”

You close the door behind you as he turns.

“By the way,” he says with a sad expression. “I’m sorry to hear about your boyfriend. That’s a horrific way to go.”

Your eyes well up on cue, your lip trembling as you nod quickly.

“Police are still wondering who could have done it,” you whisper, moving toward the kitchen. “It was so senseless. I can’t stop replaying the last conversation we had.”

You motion to the table as he sits on a chair awkwardly. You like how his hair falls over his forehead.

“I want them to find him,” you continue, pouring him a cup of coffee and placing it and the container of creamer in front of him. “Just to look them in the face and see who took him away from me.”

You turn away with a knowing smirk.

Standing on the first floor balcony, coffee cup in hand, you looked out over the expansive grounds below you and wondered to yourself which of your many questionable life choices had landed you here.  Well, truth be told they weren't exactly your choices really and it didn't take a whole lot of figuring out to reveal the path that had actually led you here however.  You had simply failed to heed the warnings.

Standing apart from your friends at the bar as the bartender busied himself with your order, the guy sitting alone by himself nursing his drink caught your eye and in a split second your mind was made up.  Having just recently passed the bar exam and actually now combining your birthday celebration with a 'well done me' party, resume after resume had been sent to any and all obscure law firms in your area in the hopes of conjuring up some decent employment prospects.  But alas, so far that final step was just beyond your reach.

Hell if you were honest, the second last step really was the one that failed to materialize.  Not one offer of an interview had yet to reach your inbox.  No calls to say that the numerous job vacancies you had applied for had been filled.  No rejection letters detailing where exactly your credentials had fallen short.  Not one possible employer even acknowledging the effort you had gone to.  So perhaps then it was time to make your own luck, put all your skills to the test and see just how good you could really be at arguing your case.

Grabbing the bartender's attention and indicating that he added another drink to your order, this one delivered to your intended target, you then moved down along the bar and introduced yourself to one Andrew Barber.  Of course, the man himself needed no introduction given who he was and more especially with the fact that both of you now shared the same profession that had seen him rise to heights that you could only one day dream of reaching, but still, this was such an opportunity.  As you quickly made him aware of.

Standing beside him now and rattling off the cases you had worked on throughout your educational journey, you then batted your eyelids, placed your hand alongside his and told him what an esteemed honor it would be to study at his feet.  That if he was only willing to give you a chance, you would prove yourself to be extremely invaluable to his work and reputation going forward.  And it seemed he might just agree.

Leaving the bar then some fifteen minutes after you had first separated from your friends, drinks in hand and a beaming smile upon your face told the waiting girls that something had changed for you this night.  Now if only they could see things the way you did, for it seemed you weren't alone in knowing who he was.

Listening to you recount all that had happened since the last time they had set eyes on you, congratulations at your success soon turned to friendly concern however as three more pairs of eyes followed yours towards your soon to be employer and the blue eyes that stared right back in your direction.  Had he been watching you the whole time?  Imagining the conversations that had and were taking place right now regarding all that you had said to him and the opportunity he had given to you.  Perhaps the looking had only begun when he himself had felt some extra attention directed towards himself.

Whatever it was, it was clear to you that your friends, though extremely happy for you, still retained some level of reservation, but seeing as they didn't really know Andy or how soul destroying this job searching had become for you lately, their gentle warnings were politely acknowledged before being filed away in some far flung memory storage area to be pondered on later when the reality they foresaw became something close to the one that you now lived.

Joining him early at work the next morning, eager to start your working life and prove your worth to the man who had taken a chance on you, the first month or so had been hard but enjoying before fragments of those hushed and concerned conversations started to make you wonder if luck had been shining on you that night ... or someone else entirely.

Starting out with a compliment here, a coffee order there that you should have been responsible for, you then found yourself working far more closely with Mr. Barber in a way your friends would have cautioned you against had you still had the usual time to spend with them and fill them in on all the newfound responsibility that had been heaped upon your up and coming legal shoulders.

Early mornings.  Long lunches.  Even later nights.  Entry level assistant to personal junior assistant and three months later Mr. Barber had first become Andrew and now answered only if you addressed him as Andy.  But that was only part of the changes that this exciting employment contract had turned up.  Two months into this new promotion and Andy had moved you into a new apartment.  Closer to work he called it.  But your friends did not agree.

Happy still for your success yet reminding you again of the warnings they had nudged you with that fateful night, you quieted their fears once more with talk of how much sense it made and how much you were learning, but the realest lessons of all were yet to come your way.

Stopping by some nights later to talk through some complex legal case or discuss the ramifications of taking on certain clients, a few more alcohol dipped compliments here, a well placed laugh there, a gentle hand upon your shoulder, his fingers lingering on your back a bit longer as he allowed you to walk through a door before him and soon the lines had begun to blur.  But still you had been too busy to notice.

For though he lingered more in your space and really seemed to just be two steps away from you at all times now, the work itself really had been your main focus.  Murder cases.  Fraud.  Embezzlement.  Kidnapping.  Drug crimes.  Andy handled them all and then some and so you found yourself thoroughly immersed in some of the most fantastic and high profile cases a newly minted law graduate could ever hope to sink her teeth into.  Of course your focus was elsewhere.  And the last case certainly didn't help.

Introducing you some months back to one Hugh Random Drysdale, Andy was only chomping at the bit to take on his case and though you truly believed that no lawyer on earth could possibly win it, it seemed there was actually one.  And you just happened to be working for him.  Yet his sheer talent in this whole debacle utterly surprised you.

Narrowly avoiding the charge of killing his grandfather, which to this day remained a tragic suicide despite his suspected involvement, he had been charged with the killing of the housemaid Fran and the fumbled, attempted killing of the old man's nurse, and eventual successor, Marta, but it seemed luck was on his side.  Or at least one hell of an accomplished lawyer.

Spinning truths, fudging facts, digging up dirt you truly suspected was falsely created rather than actually existing, Andy had not only successfully pleaded and defended Random's innocence beyond all reasonable doubt, but together all three of you had even managed to overturn Harlan's last will and testament leaving Ransom the sole heir now to all his grandfather had once held dear.  But their combined cunning didn't end there.

Closing out the last of the paperwork and heading back to Thrombey Manor to celebrate in style, as Ransom had put it, many stories, laughs and hours of drink had found you far more relaxed than you could ever remember feeling and almost a year to the day that you had first laid eyes on Andy Barber, the trap you had unknowingly, yet willingly, walked into was finally sprung.

Returning back to the balcony now as the months that followed played out still before your eyes in high definition, light-hearted banter, drunken agreements and innocent kisses somehow gave way to discarded clothes and opulent bedsheets and these days most of your time now was spent with Ransom beneath you and Andy above you as their cocks ratcheted into you at ever increasing speeds and brought all three of you to orgasmic heights you suspected none of you could ever reach alone.

But it didn't stop there.  Oh no.

Refurbishing his office to cater to two desks and afford himself far more privacy, the casework you did became less and less as Andy made use of your more natural talents.  Yet he never left you wanting.  Sucking him off when a phone call ran longer that it should, laying you over the couch and thrusting into your pussy while he bemoaned back at you the issues he was having with certain cases, clients or judges, he still found he did his best thinking of all however with his head between your legs as you begged and pleaded above him before soaking his face through every release he pulled from you.

And then of course there was your home life.  With all three of you living full time now at Thrombey Manor through an arrangement neither of the guys had yet to explain to you, weekends and days that Andy was in court found you and Ransom discussing business and story ideas in the most unconventional of ways that always ended with both of you naked, sweaty and attached to his equipment in a way that left no doubt as to how the two of you manufactured your inspiration.

And yet, you couldn't complain.  For the slimy bastards had left no such avenue open for you.  Quieting your concerns any time you raised any with sugary compliments, trips to all your favourite places, searing kisses, talented tongues and even more talented erections, they had also managed somehow to work their considerable charms on each and every one of your girl friends and now the concerns that once whispered past their lips and would have echoed your own were replaced with talk of how lucky you were every time that parties were arranged, foreign girl trips were booked and the guys showed each and every one of them how wonderful your life appeared to be.

And so they would never acknowledge the truth that crept up on you even now as Ransom walked up behind you, wrapped his powerful arms around your waist and whispered plans of what was to come into your waiting ear.  "Andy's on his way home baby and I promised we'd be ready for him.  You are ready, aren't you?" and your need to answer him proved null and void however as his fingers wormed their way into your jeans, nudged your core and found your juices ready indeed to welcome the both of them just as they had taught you.  For your body belonged to them now and, in truth, maybe your heart did too because the more you actually thought about them, the more you failed to see a future separated from all the mind numbing pleasure they provided.