Gotham City Control

"Say hello to Sigismund, Alastor," he commanded. "Illustrious first captain of the seventh legion." The man shivered and tried to pull in Sevatar's grasp, but the night lord's grip in his hair held him fast, drawing out a pained sound from the raven.

Sevatar spat a mouthful of acid saliva onto the ground before he bent to the raven and licked a long acid stripe up the side of the bound astartes' throat leaving a raw open wound in his tongue's wake. Alastor cried out pathetically at the contact and struggled against his restraints weakly.

Sigismund snarled and reached for a blade that wasn't there. "I don't like this game Sevetar. Untie him."

Sevetar rolled his eyes, the gesture more for his own benefit as his black sclera were indistinguishable from his midnight pupils. "Don't be so high and mighty. The raven is right where he wants to be. Isn't that right little bird?" At this he pulled the raven's head back harshly and spat a long wet thread of acid-laced drool into Alastor's mouth. Sigismund cringed at the imagined burn but from his place on his knees the raven released a half-formed moan, his own black eyes rolling back imperceptibly.

Sevetar glanced smugly at Sigismund who, for his own part, was watching Alastor for any sign of distress. Instead, to his surprise, he found only ecstasy dancing across the ravenguard's pale features, flushed slightly with obvious want.

"I see..." Sigismund muttered, not fully understanding, but understanding enough. He palmed at his cock absently, hard and waiting already. But this was Sevetar's presentation and Sigismund was happy to let him lead. Sevetar, as if reading his mind, bent to Alastor's face and kissed him roughly, shovin his tongue inside and licking sloppily against the stump occupying Alastor's own responsive mouth.

Sigismund listened intently to the harsh breaths and moans that slipped from Alastor's mouth into Sevetar's own, brushing his knuckles against his erection lazily all the while.

Finally Sevetar pulled away and sat on his bunk, legs spread roguishly, hand squeezing himself through his suit. He waved his arm at Sigismund. "Go on then. Use him for me, Sigismund."

He turned his attention to Alastor who preened under his gaze. "Be a good bird for the First Captain, Raven. I know you wouldn't want to dissapoint me."

Alastor shivered and shifted his legs wider apart.

Sigismund took no time stripping himself and stepping firmly out of his armor suit, cock bobbing heavily between his legs, blonde hair curling at its base. Alastor pursed his lips harshly, wishing he had a tongue to wet them. Sigismund stepped to him and pressed the tip of his prick to Alastor's scarred lips, stroking them as gently as running his thumb across them. Alastor sighed, his eyes fluttering shut briefly before renewing his gaze on Sigismund. "I assume Sevatarion is responsible for these?" he asked offhandedly.

Alastor noddedly decisively. Almost proudly, Sigismund thought. Sevetar chuckled darkly from his place on the bed. His cock was out and in his hand. He stroked himself lazily. Sigismund hummed with affected apathy before pushing his cockhead past the raven's lips in one smooth movement, hand reaching up to grip the base of his skull securely. He fucked the length of himself into Alastor's mouth steadily, bit by bit, until he felt himself pass the edge of his throat, which hummed around him deliciously. Sigismund moaned as he bottomed out, Alastor's lips and nose pressed into the blonde curls of his pubis. Distantly he thought he heard Sevetar huff with pleasure, but it was hard to hear much over the blood thrumming in his ears, pushed by his twin heartbeats.

"Mmm" Sigismund groaned, pushing the raven further onto his cock. He rocked his hips in shallow thrusts.

"How does he feel?" Sevetar asked, voice dark with want. Sigismund grunted again. "Mm..S'good." He shoved Alastor's face back into his curls in a suffocating grip. "He's good. He feels good."

Alastor's eyes were watering, but he kept his gaze on Sigismund's face, squeezed tightly in pleasure. Suddenly Sigismund pulled the raven harshly off his cock in one hair-gripping movement that left Alastor's scalp burning.

"Try what's between his legs," Sevetar suggested. Alastor spread his legs further, knees nearly slipping apart. Sigismund reached a hand to the juncture between his thighs and Alastor watched the Imperial Fist's eyebrows shoot up in surprise before settling back into a neutral expression.

Sevetar laughed again, but the deadly tone was clear. It said, *watch your next reaction carefully*. His hand had stopped toying with his own cock and was poised dangerously at his side instead. Sigismund had no doubt the 8th legion captain would kill him for any jabs at the expense of his ravenguard pet. But he needn't worry.

Sigismund was surprised, but he recovered smoothly, slipping his fingers back between Alastor's legs and swiping two fingers up the length of his soaked cunt, brushing the underside of his dick as he did so. Alastor let out a long breath and folded in on himself instantly and Sigismund saw Sevatar's hand return to pulling out his own pleasure.

"So wet for me," Sigismund muttered. He squeezed the nub of cock that poked through the raven's black curls. "So hard too." He pushed two fingers into Alastor's cunt and swiped at the raven's dick with the rough pad of his thumb, rubbing it in a tight circle. Alastor kicked his head back with such force that Sigismund worried for a moment that he might break his own neck. His hole tightened around Sigismund's fingers and Sigismund realized suddenly and with some shock that he had forgotten to remove the thick golden rings that he wore on his right hand. They bore the aquila and symbol of the 7th legion and sat heavily on his thick hands. Now he watched in awe as the shining metal slipped in and out of Alastor's slick hole. They caught on the rim of his cunt and Sigismund found his mouth filling with drool.

"Take him already Sigismund before I have to fuck you both myself." Sevatar called out. "Not a bad idea now that I think about it," he muttered afterwards.

Sigismund wasn't listening to Sevatar however. He was busy hoisting Alastor's thighs over his hips and settling his hole around the tip of Sigismund's prick. He forced his cockhead inside with a wet sound. Sigismund paused to steady himself, sweating as he held Alastor in place, but the bird had other ideas and dropped the entirety of his weight onto Sigismund at once, ramming Sigismund's cock inside of him in one punishing thrust. They both groaned aloud as Sigismund bottomed out and Alastor's cunt squeezed around him violently.

"You're a wonder," Sigismund groaned softly. He rutted up into Alastor's hole with full abandon, fingers crushing the other man's hips holding him steady. Sigismund thrust into Alastor with wet slaps that echoed in the small room and mixed with the sound of repetitive pumps coming from Sevatar. He was still spread wantonly on the bed, but now his fist moved rapidly across his thick length, which wept cloudy droplets as he jerked himself.

Sigismund was jerking himself as well, using the ravenguard's body as a toy. He bounced him effortlessly on his dick, each thrust harder than the last. Sigismund bullied the astartes' cunt as the man panted wordlessly, arms still bound behind him, rope biting into the stark white flesh. Sigismund had an idea suddenly and pulled Alastor onto his lap with a vicious thrust. He tucked his face against the raven's throat and breathed in the musk that mixed with the scent of Sevatar's tongue and acid spit. Alastor pushed his neck against Sigismund desperately and Sigismund kissed his throat with a soft laugh before biting into the flesh there as hard as he could manage without tearing his throat apart. The man keened above him in broken sounds and writhed on his cock, bucking his hips causing his own dick to rub Sigismund's stomach urgently. Sigismund groaned beneath him, Alastor's hole gripped him so tightly it was all he could do to hold on to the man and try not to cum.

"That's more like it," Sevatar hummed appreciately. He dropped from the bed in a fluid graceful step. He was nude now and his dick hung thick and heavy between his legs as he approached the pair on the floor. He ran a hand along Alastor's scalp and the man stretched for more contact pathetically, his hips still bucking helplessly, desperate to grind his cock against the hard plane of Sigismund's stomach. Sevatar knelt behind him and slid his hands between Alastor's legs, one palm spreading the curve of his ass while the other dipped low to feel the place where Sigismund's cock stretched him open. Sigismund jolted at the contact from Sevatar's fingers at his base and let out a deep moan as Sevatar's fingers didn't stop, but continued up his shaft, slipping inside Alastor's cunt alongside his length. Alastor huffed noiselessly at the added stretch, his head lolling back against Sevatar's shoulder. The Night Lord's captain licked another acid stripe against Alastor's jaw and Sigismund felt the response through his cock, Alastor's hole a sudden deathgrip around him. Sevatar was moving his fingers now, working Sigismund's cock inside of the raven between them and Sigismund bit hard into Alastor's throat again to steady himself.

Sevatar's other hand was working it's way into Alastor's ass two fingers at a time, using the raven's own slick to ease the way. By the time he had forced four fingers into him the raven was panting, body rigid in his restraints, jostled only by Sigismund's violent fucking of his too-stretched hole. Beneath him Sigismund's hips were stuttering off-beat. The tight, wet heat of Alastor's cunt paired with Sevatar's rough fingers wrapped around his cock and the ghost feeling of Sevatar's other hand in the raven's ass was too much. His balls tightened deliciously and warmth flushed his body as brought the raven down on his cock and pressed into his body as deeply as he could. He came with a low groan, spilling his cum in thick spurts across Sevatar's fingers, still embedded in the raven's hole filling it with his seed all the while. He came for what seemed like minutes, shaking against Alastor's scarred, pale body.

When he finally came down he pulled himself from the raven, a wet thread of cum and slick still connecting them. Sevatar's fingers followed, his hand covered in their joined fluids. It was more erotic than Sigismund imagined it had any right to be. Sevatar pulled the raven off of Sigismund's lap and into his own. He pushed his cock roughly into the man and brought his slick-wet hands up to pull at Alastor's hair and scratch open the various scars along his shoulders and upper back with his semi-clawed nails. Alastor keened and sighed, melting against Sevatar effortlessly. His cock was red and angry looking, swollen, untouched, and wet with his own arousal.

"Help me make him cum," Sevatar growled at Sigismund, his voice heavy with pleasure as he fucked into the raven's ass, his hands slicing and smearing blood wherever they gripped the man in his lap.

Sigismund wasted no time, the daze of his orgasm fading into fresh desire. He dropped to all fours and maneuvered himself between Alastor's legs, using his thumbs to spread the soft skin of the man's lips, allowing a better view of Alastor's cock. Sigismund took the swollen dick into his mouth and let his tongue lathe the underside indulgently. Alastor's arousal was sweet tinged with the salt of Sigismund's own seed. The flavor created a feedback loop of pleasure for Sigismund who could taste their collective pleasure. His tongue worked Alastor's cock and he hollowed his cheeks to create a slight suction causing the raven to cry out roughly. Sevatar cursed in Nostraman and renewed his thrusts with vigor.

"Do that again." Sevatar demanded and Sigismund obliged, sucking Alastor's cock with more force, the nub throbbing on his tongue. Sevatar groaned and ground his dick against a spot inside of Alastor that made the raven's mouth loll open showing the gruesome protrusion of what was left of his tongue. Sigismund mouthed between the raven's legs before drawing his teeth up the man's cock and crushing it gently between them, careful not to do any damage. Not that the raven would mind, he thought absently.

Alastor grunted a short weak sound. The sharp threat of teeth on his cock, the wet flood of cum dripping from between his legs, and Sevatar's thick length stretching his asshole while he flayed his back open with his knife-sharp nails were all too much at last and he came with a full body spasm. Alastor's cock throbbed violently against Sigismund's tongue and between his teeth, but he held his grip on Alastor as he rode his orgasm. For his own part, Sevatar was also helping elongate Alastor's pleasure. His fingers had found their way back inside of the raven's cunt and were stretching him open while he fucked his ass relentlessly. Alastor writhed and twitched before finally falling completely limp. Sigismund pulled his mouth from between the man's legs and leaned his loose body against his chest, one hand moving to pet his hair comfortingly. Sevatar had removed his fingers from his cunt and his now-spent cock from Alastor's ass and was rubbing small circles in the blood of Alastor's back. Sigismund glanced to Sevatar's softening cock and watched his cum dribble out of Alastor onto the floor between them. He hated that he had missed Sevatar's own release, but there was plenty of time to make up for it.

The thought pushed a shudder through his cock and he felt the corner of his mouth twitch up. There *was* plenty of time and plenty more ways to make the most of his time with the two beautiful and pale astartes in front of him. As they each regained their breath after their orgasms, Sigismund was struck by how devestating they looked together. Dark twins with black eyes and hair, white skin and barely-there scars that criss-crossed each of their bodies and facces, distorting their beautiful features and enhancing them all at once. Sigismund sighed and leaned his head against Alastor's temple meeting Sevatar's black gaze across from him.

Sevatar was grinning. The expression didn't read quite right on his features, but Sigismund knew him well enough to read the blissed out look of superiority there.

"Well, did you enjoy him?" Sevatar asked smugly.

Sigismund only grunted an affirmative in return and pressed a kiss to the raven's head. Alastor shook his head at the contact, the feeling of a post-coital too sentimental for his liking. Sevatar huffed out a laugh at that and Sigismund joined him, extricating himself from the pair and choosing to lie on the cool metal of the floor, appreciating the chill against his too-warm muscles. Beside him Sevatar sliced through the ropes holding Alastor's arms behind him and Sigismund could see that the bindings had left purple blooms of bruises along his forearms and shoulders.

Alastor rubbed at his arms absently once they were free, but didn't make any movement to pull away from Sevatar who still held him backwards against his chest, the two of them pressed together in an easy familiarity that surprised Sigismund. The Imperial Fist captain stretched idly against the floor. "His tongue," he started, his tone overly casual. He had no desire to upset Sevatar, but he wanted to know and so he would ask plainly. "Did you do that too?"

Sevatar shrugged, his mouth a dangerous half-smile, half-sneer. "Of course," he admitted easily. "But if you're worried about it I can assure you he enjoyed it."

At that the ravenguard in Sevatar's arms leveled his gaze at Sigismund, his eyes perpetual midnight. His scarred mouth quirked up suddenly in a friendly smirk and a chuckle bubbled out of Sigismund unbidden. Sevatar's sneer fell away leaving only the half-smile behind. He shrugged again, Alastor's body moving with the gesture.

"Don't bore me Sigismund. I'd hate to cut our visit short." Sevatar stood, pulling Alastor up and onto shaky legs as he did so. He pulled the raven down onto his cot with him, gripping his scalp and forcing Alastor's mouth onto his still-flacid penis. The raven's eyes closed in bliss.