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At your bedside drawer. They rummage and whisper like school girls that are 6 foot tall and jacked. When the door opens, they peek over their shoulders as if it's their privacy you're invading.

"There you are sweetie" Sylus greets, his frown melts into a warm smile as you freeze like a lost deer in headlights.

His eyes gentle but they shamelessly drag down your body, "We were wondering where you went."

"How do you know where I live..?" You ask, voice trailing off into nothing. The absurdity of fate stuns you to silence.

And Caleb's got something in his hand. Small. Red. Bullet shaped. For fuck's sake.

He looks at you all wide eyed and innocent while playing with it.

"Lucky guess?" He offers with a sheepish smile, and you start to bristle, " Juust kidding pipsqueak, we saw you swipe into the building earlier today. We were in the area and this group of girls let us in soo we walked around until we found your name on the door."

He explains it as if it's normal to sneak in. Break in and go through people’s belongings.

"I like how you decorate by the way." He adds, motioning to your posters, “you’ve got taste.”

"Your choice of favorite character is interesting though" Sylus tacks on with a crooked smile, "Him of all people."

To which Caleb turns to him like they've been down this road already.

"You don’t watch the show what would you know?” He muses shaking his head, "You're asleep by the end of an episode-"

"And who told you that?"

"Your snoring-"

Naturally they fall into a debate about it. The air is light and jovial but wrongfully so and it annoys you. How they can casually take up space when they shouldn't.

So you hang your shower bag aside on its designated hook, and without much thought to it you walk straight towards them.

They turn to you when you approach, both of their faces radiant.

"What's with that look?" Sylus asks and you promptly shove him aside, "Oh? kitten's not happy to see us?"

You're not sure where the sudden burst of confidence comes from. Maybe from the frustration blossoming in your chest.

Or the onset of panic from them suddenly appearing in front of you.

You don't even care you're practically naked.

Well you do, but it slips your mind for a moment.

They laugh together as you lunge for your vibrator. In which Caleb moves your target, pausing to give you a chance to make a grab before he raises it to impossible heights.

"Assholes" Your entire face burns hot as you punch Caleb swiftly in the stomach.

"Ouch." He playfully winces, completely unaffected by your act of violence. He looks down at you with a tiny shit-eating grin.

"Whats the matter pipsqueak?" He coos, " Can't play your toys, but we can play with your pussy right?"

You flinch, "Get. Out."

At that Sylus slots behind you. You can smell him before the heat comes.

That signature scent brushes up like a wall against your back, your ass smoothing along his jeans.

"But we just got here" He says, as if trying to be harmless, "And it's been awhile."

Your body moves away. But his hands, achingly familiar, take your hips and draw you in.

It's been three days since the incident. It's been the running theme of your dreams lately, always lingering in the back of your mind.

Electromagnetism. Utter humiliation. A dripping seat and very sore pussy.

It's both a blessing and a curse you were able to disappear the way you did that day. When class was over and once people started to move, you moved faster.

Quicker than sylus or caleb could react, you gathered your things and left before anyone noticed how strange you were walking. And the obvious erections lining their pants.

"Basically disappeared on us after class." Caleb says disappointedly, approaching with a step.

That's when you realize you're trapped between them. When his chest is all you can see, and you're only inhaling the scent of warm spiced cologne with a hint of outside air.

The tip of your vibrator sits at the dip of your sternum.

Caleb presses it against the throb of your heartbeat.

"You were so cute running away from us scaredy cat" He teases, his bottom lip briefly stuck under his teeth, "Didn't even care to clean up your seat, good thing we did it for you."

With the way they both snicker, you don’t want to think about what he means by that.

You suck in a breath when Sylus's embrace tightens. His arms bunch up your towel like jaws closing in. The hem lifts behind your thighs, cold air sweeping along your drenched slit. That's how you know you're ruined.

So intense you almost whimper again.

"Such a tease.. " The bass in Sylus's voice slithers into your ear at the side of your head, "Ditching us like that."

"I had to change.." You say softly, a weak excuse.

" We would've helped you." Caleb reasons, "We were responsible for the mess you made after all." he adds before chuckling, like it's ridiculous, "But no. You ghost us after we made you cum so many times..such a playboy."

You can feel his breath fan his amusement over your nose. Every word stamped to your lips.

"What should we do with you now pipsqueak?" He ponders, like the possibilities are limitless, "Any ideas?"

At the same time you feel your towel slip, and you reach up quickly to adjust yourself. Caleb scoffs at it, and your vibrator is replaced with his fingers.

Devastatingly familiar, he traces the length of your neck softly. Down to the swell of your tits along the edge of the fabric.

"What's wrong?” He whispers deceptively innocent, “You scared we'll take this off you?"

Sounds like a question, but your body takes it like a warning. A dare.

You shudder, just slightly.

Sylus hums, "Or maybe.." He tries, "You want something along those lines?"

"Why would I want that?" you ask defiant before swallowing as Sylus's embrace loosens when he straightens up.

His hands feel up your sides, committing the fuzzy outline of your body to memory.

"We all enjoyed ourselves the last time we were together." He answers smoothly, "And you had your toy charging, all ready to go for when you touch yourself thinking about it tonight."

You can't help but squirm honesty and denial flooding your brain, "N-no way-"

"Oh yeah? Room all to yourself I'm sure the thought crossed your mind" Caleb leaves in your other ear, "But this won't make you squirt over and over again—unlike us."

They chuckle as you try push away the flashbacks, but you’re failing miserably.

Caleb returns into your field of vision so you can see the satisfied smile on his lips.

He knows. Of course he does. He knows they've got you. That they'll always have you.

Your face is tilted up and you have no choice but to accept his kiss.

It's insistent and messy. Inexperienced but desperate like he knows what he's looking for.

Sweet like apples and burns with a hint of vodka.

Skinny lines of drool ooze past your mouth. He backs away to lick it up and bring back against your tongue.

You feel Sylus inhale into your neck as you exhale shakily,

"We missed you so much kitten" He sighs pleased, "Couldn't get your scent off my mind today…"

His tongue, wet and hot takes a stripe of your skin shy under your ear.

You shiver as his lips close in against your humming pulse. A noisy kiss that ends with a bite.

His mouth travels like his hands that reach to feel your tits through your towel.

You try to speak, try not to melt into his chest, "Mmph-"

But Caleb forces your mouth to do nothing but take him.

Experience him.

"Open up." He murmurs. He demands it so you do exactly that, wearily.

He stares at your murky gaze through half shut eyes. A sound at the back of his throat tremors along your lips,

"Fuck.." He heaves, "Guess you taste good everywhere huh? Knew you would."

Your hands alternate on who to try and push away first.

Useless.

Useless.

They're closing in quick and you're struggling to breathe. Their mouths attaching anywhere, leeches sucking for food.

Bodies like a rock and a hard place, looking for relief.

"Don’t fight. You know you want it kitten" Sylus speaks on your neck as if echoing your inner thoughts. Inner desires.

He leads you along the bulge under your ass, thick and deprived, "Made a mess with just our fingers last time, imagine what you’ll do with this.”

Your writhe at his words and his cock nudging your ass but you say nothing. Sylus chuckles fondly at your hesitation. As if he already knew your answer before he asked and Caleb sighs the same. Annoyed and heavily aroused.

He parts from your lips, with a small frown, "You wanna keep being a little tease? Fine."

If your towel is a dress, he pulls up the skirt. They drag it up your thighs like it's your wedding night. Two husbands that have been waiting all night for this exact moment.

"W-what the fuck?" You whine

"Keep your towel on stubborn girl.." Caleb assures you, kissing your protests. "But we're gonna see how dripping wet you are from this."

The towel rises past your drenched cunt and their hands delve between your naked thighs. They find the inner side damp from water and sweat. Sticky with arousal.

Their amused hum is low and lecherous, it seals your fate as they rub your slit tenderly.

"Hmm? What's all this kitten?" Sylus questions, you feel his delighted smile in the crook of your neck, "You had me fooled for a second. You're so slick here we could just.."

Then two fingers and a familiar stretch slide in you so easy you gasp, thighs spreading,

"Fuck w-wait-"

You're trembling as they ease through, throbbing against them without hesitation. A certain need settling in your stomach as their fingers flex like they're home at last.

"Accept it pips, you want us so bad." Caleb says as your chest presses into him, "Your mouth might lie to us, but your little pussy never will."

"True." Sylus whispers, just before using a hand to turn your head to the side, "But you're cuter when you're both honest."

His kiss is full with his satisfied groans, predatory like he's licking meat off bones. His tongue tastes like whiskey from a dark bar.

You feel it go straight to your head. Hazy like a heatwave.

"Tell us what you want." He bites your bottom lip softly, " If you really want us to leave then we will. Tell us to stay and we'll be here alll night."

Because that's what they do. Push all your buttons, get you riled up.

Constantly testing you for the love of it. You know their game well.

So when you don't speak up, they rescind their touch. Hold it for ransom.

Their fingers pull out leaving you empty, but you can still feel them. Phantom hands pawing your thighs, large fingers massaging your walls.

"What's it gonna be pips?" Caleb asks, you watch him bring his middle finger to his mouth, licking you off like sweet syrup, "You decide how our friday night ends."

They already know your answer. It's warm on their fingers but it's not enough.

"Fine." you confess in the semi quietness of your room, "you can stay."

Soft but staggering, “Please"

It's close to instant the way you're lifted and set on top of your bed.

Mouths vying for your lips. One after the other, chasing your tongue before they mesh into one, and you’re running your fingers through brown and dark silver hair.

At the edge, you're feather light between them. Maneuvered by gentle hands that could snap you in an instant.

They ease you on your back, knees bent, thighs spread to reveal yourself.

Between your legs, their gaze above you is the best worst.

Hands riddled with greed, they undo the tuck that holds your towel together.

They smooth it it out, help the fabric fall to the sides. Open you up like Christmas morning.

In awe as if they wouldn't want to miss a second of it.

"So pretty.."

Hands and mouths grip and kiss. Impatient almost. Hoping to experience every curve that shapes your body.

Leaving behind their heat on your skin like fingerprints.

"You have no idea how long we've waited for this.." Caleb groans like you're a relief to a lingering pain, an answer to his prayers.

All the warmth from their undivided attention goes straight to your cunt, completely drenched as you ache inside. Body moving with their touch, looking for release.

Sylus lowers to his knees, he spreads your pussy wider with a wet sound that follows.

"Good to know the wait was worth it." His last words fan over your folds and you squirm. Too sensitive. Too needy.

Caleb's eyes flicker from the mess you leave on the bed to your face.

"You look like you want something," He says, getting next to you with hazy purple eyes baring into yours, "But I think you need to speak up and ask for it."

"I do too" Sylus adds and this time you feel every word on your pussy as he gets close.

"Please.." You try feebly, grinding your hips towards his face.

Caleb kisses your weak plea and it butterflies up your jaw tipping your head to the side.

"You can do better than that" He murmurs knowingly, "Try again."

You softly hiss when there's teeth nipping your thigh, "I remember you calling me a certain name during class." Sylus says playfully, "Care to remind me what it was kitten?"

Your face burns from Caleb laughing at you against your tits.

"I thought you didn't like that.." You trail off feigning confusion

"Who said that?" Caleb goes, giving you a sly grin as he mouths, "He loves it."

You clench inside and you’re positive sylus sees the way your hole winks at him.

So despite the bashfulness sitting heavy on your face, you give him what he wants.

It comes out like your back curling off the bed, like a cat when he spreads a thumb over your slit.

"Please daddy.."

"Oh that won't cut it this time sweetie." Sylus muses darkly as he licks over the shallow bite mark on your leg. finger circling your clit, "To avoid another misunderstanding, I want you to really beg for it."

His finger moves as thoughtful as his voice, "So how about you say..daddy, please eat my pussy."

"Damn" Caleb exhales, his breath shivering around your nipple. He drags his tongue over the bud, engulfs the peak with his mouth, sucks a timid cry from your lips, "No running away this time pips."

"Or ever again" Sylus adds. "So look at me and say it."

There's an increase in tempo around your clit and he kisses around where you need him the most. On the swell of your lips, at the very edge of where you're desperate to feel something.

"Beg for me.."

You find gleaming red eyes between your legs and they blaze with what you can only call desire in its rawest form.

"Please eat my pussy daddy." You can't help but whine frustrated

They both groan in response and it fills the room as your moans dribble out.

Sylus's mouth opens up to savor you slow and deep. Your body stricken with instant gratification, trying to retreat. You’re far too sensitive but he doesn't care.

His fingers sink into your thighs and keep you pried open. Rooted to your spot you're helpless again, at the mercy of his tongue this time, flattening over your folds. Squirming with the way he spreads the wetness leaking out of your hole to suck and swallow it down his throat.

The air from his nose blows hot air against you, fans out as if he's getting unruly.

The vibrations from his mouth make you cling to Caleb whose teeth teases your hardened nipple. His other hand kneads your other tit like pliant dough.

He raises his head to get close to your lips that tremble trying to bite back your moans,

"You feeling good baby?" Caleb asks lowly and you nod, the gold in his eyes bright, "Yeah? Say it."

"F-feels so good" You trickle out and he grins

"You don't deserve it after treating us like the plague", He presses a careful kiss to your lips that you can't stop yourself from chasing, "But you're so damn cute we can't help ourselves. You'll make it up to us anyways right?"

"Mhm.."

Another kiss. "Good girl" Caleb whispers, the red in his ears is telling before he climbs into your bed.

He pulls off his sweater and shirt, revealing silver around his neck, deep etches of trained muscle. Brown hairs leading into his sweatpants.

He slips them off like he doesn't want them anymore, fat cock bounces out when the waistline dips, "So you won't mind helping me out?"

You don't answer all at once and Sylus raises his head, "You owe us." He reminds you, licking the words from his lips like your essence, "Time to start paying your debt sweetie. Turn over. Ass up."

You begrudgingly turn over. Caleb putting his leaking cock in your face. He strokes the head in front of you while a hand finds the back of your neck, petting you endearingly.

"Get it wet" He encourages your lips to drop long trails of drool that falls on the head and glides down his shaft. "Y..yeah good girl"

You grab the base and his hand immediately retreats, letting go to give you a chance to stroke him. He exhales a puff of air and you feel the way his cock jump under your fingers.

"Soft little hand feels amazing" He sighs in his bliss, "Don't be shy, give it a tug."

The mix of your spit and the little beads of precum tearing up from the tip makes your hand slippery. He's so swollen, your hand barely makes sense of it. So warm and stiff in your pumping grasp.

There's a gentle tremble through the bed from the shiver racking down his spine. His hand returns, covering yours like a trap.

"Like this" He says. He spits on it, adds to the mess and increases your tempo, twisting from base to the tip, "want you like this-"

Sounds ease from his lips and you can't tell him to be quiet.

Can't bring yourself to even though the walls are thin, unsuspecting conversations creeping in from next door.

His flimsy moans are so filthy they go straight to your pussy, and Sylus is there to satisfy the hunger it brings.

Your lip stuck against your teeth as his hands grip your ass and spread you open.

The heat from his mouth returns with a thumb on your ass, his nose also teasing the tight rim while his tongue laps at your folds.

Devouring rather than tasting, like it's instinct. He pushes you into Caleb, deepening the arch in your back. You whimper loud not meaning to.

"Still worried about the noise aren't ya?" Caleb asks and you admit it with a slow nod, "Put this in your mouth-it'll keep you quiet."

You could've put up a fight, put up some reluctance.

Maybe caleb was expecting you to, but you don't.

Your lips widen and you welcome the thick head of his swollen cock, wrapping your mouth around him.

The taste of salt and caleb travels to the back of your tongue and stays there.

"Holyshit" He heaves, you see his eyes widen before they disappear as his head tilts back, brown hair falling away from his forehead, "Holy fucking shit-yeah swallow it-"

You feel Sylus laugh as caleb shakes under you, like a leaf, making your bed give out a noise.

Your throat doesn't protest as the girth of him sinks in. He's thick but you're too distracted by sylus sliding his tongue in your hole to care.

The rest of his cock you can't fit, the two of you stroke together. Sloppy and quick. It's sopping from the drool that drips from your mouth.

"Look at you pipsqueak-" Caleb shakes his head in pleasant disbelief, waist lifting off the bed that creaks creaks with every drop, "You're really something else-eating my dick like-fuck- who taught you how to use your mouth like this huh?"

"Your talents come out in the strangest of ways don't they kitten?" Sylus says, easing in two fingers like a prize.

You and Caleb both seize up as you moan tenderly around his cock.

Caleb chuckles breathlessly, "That's just a nice way of callin' you a slut."

"What of it?" Sylus questions, his fingers angling, sliding against your sweet spot, "I'm not lying."

He adds another finger and you feel him crowd inside, tongue flattening against your clit. "There's nothing innocent here."

It's then you realize you're fucking yourself back on his fingers, and they're both witnessing it intently.

The way you chase after it, pushing and pulling your hips to feed the soft sensitive spot in your pussy.

Sylus's heavy hand raises off your ass, and you gasp when it comes down quick on the fat that ripples on impact.

It's soft enough to feel praiseworthy rather than punishing. You melt, the pain rendering down and fizzling into pleasure with every flick of his tongue.

Caleb chuckles airily, "Well you know what they say about the quiet ones.."

He holds the back of your head , fucking your mouth, guiding his shaft to ride your tongue towards the slick mess at the back of your throat.

"Closeted s-sluts that just wanna a-ah- get played with." He groans, chestnut pubes tickling your nose as you swallow him, "We know exactly what you are pipsqueak- Just as bad as we are."

And you're so close too, head spinning as you can feel the come up approaching.

Body twitching, pussy working towards release.

Your brain ruined with the thought of it. And it only gets worse the harder they both stuff your holes.

You sob Caleb's name around his cock and it's dragged almost lovingly over his shaft. You brace your impact when he starts rutting past your lips.

Insatiable and desperate, without a care for the way you gag, on the verge of crumbling.

"Yesyes " He babbles , "Like that- yeah-god- I could live in your fucking throat-"

Caleb's got a dent in his jaw trying to keep his mouth tight, but the noises still press through.

You're squealing from Sylus playing around with your clit, fingers working your hole.

You only hope everyone is off to a frat tonight as Caleb gasps loud, wobbly like he's about to cry.

"Gonna cum-shit- 'm fuckin' cumming baby-shit"

Warmth explodes as you break with him, snaps in your belly with a crushing wave and your thighs collapse wider as you're capsized in it.

Euphoria blossoms wet, thick and strange on your tongue as you feel relief trickle out from below when sylus slides his fingers out.

"Did you squirt again pips?" Caleb pants, his hands on his face, wiping a grin, "Course you did—gonna start callin' you pipsquirt now."

He pats your head sweetly as you glare at him, his cock still hard in your mouth as you pull off.

"Tastes how I remember" Sylus says, reminiscently. He turns you over so you can see how the lower half of his face glistens. His eyes are no different. So bright they’d glow in the dark.

"Want some?” He offers with a slow growing smile, “Let’s trade.”

He calls it. An exchange when he takes your lips. The fingers he fucked you with getting in between when it’s not his tongue playing with the cum in your mouth.

“This is so..” You say, changing your mind mid sentence. Sylus raises a brow.

“Gross?” he guesses, reading the way you avoid his gaze,

Caleb sighs almost longingly. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

“What does that even mean..?” you ask, trying not to feel the way your heart flutters like feathered wings

“You really want to know?” Sylus offers,

Caleb slides off your bed like he knows what’s next. Sylus starts to strip, gradually revealing every inch of the tall sturdy muscle you’ve felt against your body so many times,

“Better to show you than to stand here and explain it."

An outfit well over a thousand dollars is strewn over your roommate’s bed, but you’re laser focused between sylus’s thighs to care.

The sheer size of him makes you squirm with both arousal and fear.

There’s some frustration too because everything about their behavior makes complete sense now.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sylus inquires getting on your bed, his back on the wall where there would’ve been a headboard.

You can’t stop looking at it. The way his cock is heavy in his hand, a perfect match.

He splays his limbs over your tiny bed patient and hungry.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of it” Sylus teases like his hand slowly gliding up length “Come here kitten, I won’t bite this time.”

“What about a condom..?” You ask slowly

In the corner of your eye you see caleb look sideways, scratching his neck.

“We’ll pull out” Sylus assures you though you’re not entirely convinced,

He has you laying on him. Your back on his chest, his head at your shoulder. On display for caleb who’s at the center between your knees, staring at where sylus lays his meaty cock over your lower abdomen.

The heaviness of his cock is a warmth kissed on your pussy all the way to your belly button. You can almost feel it seeping through your skin.

“Too much?” Sylus questions innocent while his hands wickedly feel up your body.

“I-" you start to say, unsure of a real answer, “I don’t know.”

“Only one way to find out.” Caleb says, a hand tugging at his glistening cock

“Rub against me.” sylus instructs you softly, “Feel me first kitten.”

Your hips animated, they rise and fall to smear your folds against his cock.

Starts off hesitant, steadily growing hungrier.

You and sylus lazily sigh over the sound of your cunt slick with drool and cum leaving a mess on him.

A massive arm snakes under your tits and stays there hugging you close against his chest.

“You like that?” Sylus muses in your ear like he can’t wait to sell it to you, “I can feel your little hole twitching on me.”

You nod, your head knocking back after as you raise your hips higher. Mushroom tip lining up to press in, but his arm pulls you away from it.

“Not so fast kitten” He says with a tut, “But I like that you’re eager for me.”

You can’t help but whine pushing against his grip that insists you wait, “Please..” you turn your head to lay your sweet words in his ear.

"Please what?"

He asks just as delicate and dumb, looking into you with playful eyes.

“Fuck me..” you say as if you nuzzle it against his cheek, “please fuck me daddy”

First time you hear him growl and it melts into a dark laugh, one that you feel just like the way his cock throbs on you.

“You really know what you’re doing calling me that.” He says somewhat impressed

“She knows how to get what she wants—I respect it.” Caleb shakes his head the same, “Since you want it so bad pips, l’ll help you out.”

Caleb presses in the tip of sylus’s cock, does it for you slowly so that you can experience the way it slips in.

The way Sylus breeches past your tiny ring of resistance which alone hitches your breath.

A different kind of stretch.

A fullness that spreads inside, traveling quickly and far into foreign places, and still pushes for more inch by inch.

"too big-"you choke, "sylus-"

Sylus hisses with the way you clamp down on him, “breathe kitten you can handle it-there you go."

You lower down until he's all about vanished inside, wrapped snug in your walls where it feels as if he's poking up into your womb.

"Raise your legs" He whispers in your ear, guiding your knees to your chest before you can protest.

His hauls you higher, thighs apart, feet useless in the air, "open you up since you like to hide so much." He says like a deep purr.

You’re folded in half, hid arms iron clad strong, elbows locked behind your knees.

"Wanna let you in on a lil secret pips" Caleb spills, entranced by you stretched out on Sylus, "We have a toy at home too-a little pocket pussy I bought that l'm happy to know isn't completely inaccurate."

"That's s-so weird" You stutter, the revelation makes your lips scrunch and your pussy undeniably does the same thing. You tighten up with arousal as your face gets even warmer. Sylus laughs.

"It's the truth kitten" He assures you, "The past few nights-I've been using it like this."

And his hips sink and thrust upwards.

Quick and insisting that you take the last few inches you're missing out on so he can really feel what's left of you.

It knocks him far each time - too deep- past any point you ever touched. Digging in sensitive spots that zap your brain once he nudges it, dragging the weight of his cock.

"Just like this-every night- thinking about you" He breathes on your neck, biting hard enough to get you to cry out his name,"But that piece of plastic is nothing compared to the real thing."

You can feel his grin curl then a quiet groan, ""s not as tight right here -"

He fucks into you like he's making a home along your walls that clings to the shape of him.

"M..more"you exhale, completely out of it but you hear the two of them swoon.

"I like how greedy you are,” Sylus hums, his thrusts gradually so powerful his grip is the only reason you don't topple over, "How about that-hm?-is that better for you sweetie-?" he asks sickly sweet with every sharp thrust, "Is this what you need?"

your head bobbles. You're so trapped all you can do is hold on meekly and take the onslaught of his hips ruining your creaky bed.

Your vision of the ceiling tiles is fuzzy with raw pleasure, with tears creeping in because it's utterly insane how full you feel right now.

A sudden touch to your clit makes you suddenly choke, eyes blowing open and almost rolling.

Sylus bucks into the squeeze of your cunt when it's Caleb tracing your pearl softly. Not with a finger but close.

"Forgot all about this didn't you?" He goes, "See what happens when you let us help you pipsquirt? Don't need to rely on dumb little toys."

He says that as he rubs the length of your vibrator against you. Scoffs at the way it makes you flinch.

And yet he still flicks it on without a warning.

You scream with utter bliss- killing it halfway out of your mouth but the damage is already done.

"Wait wait-!" you plead, far past the limit you can take, "’m too loud -!"

"Actually I don’t think you're loud enough." Caleb chuckles like its matter of fact, "But your pussy is though-think it's getting even louder-what do you say Sylus?"

"Let me see.." Sylus says thoughtful to slowly to stroke himself tender and deep inside you, emphasizing the sound of your cum and his pre moving with him over the drone of your toy, "I agree-feels like she’s melting around me-I'm completely soaked."

The lowest buzz rolls slowly against your clit and you try to simmer the sounds falling out of your mouth, but it's almost impossible.

"Pleease-Caleb!" you whine, "n-no more!"

"Please caleb" He mocks you with a messy girl tone dripping in sweet poison, "Keep saying my name like that 'n I'll stuff your throat again."

All his words do is add fuel to the growing fire setting off in your belly.

Every thought in your brain is scrambled with colors, poor pussy nothing but a mess trying not to completely fall apart.

"Clenching so tight.." Sylus spits out, a gasp as he surges to bury inside you, "gonna cum already sweetie?"

"Yes-Y-Yes- Yess!" you chant with every thrust

"Oh.." He coos as if he's gently disappointed "So soon? Daddy's not even close yet."

Caleb and him laugh at that.

You don't even want to cum just yet but the vibrating pulse is pressed perfect on your sensitive bud. It's dragging you by your hair toward up the peak.

"That's alright, she's not tapping out any time soon" Caleb says, "Takes a lot to make her happy."

You shake your head quickly, the knot pulls as tight as it can go before snapping.

Body going rigid, mouth gaping as you cum.

You hear them ease you through it as you try writhing away the overstimulation of sylus fucking you through your climax,

"Stop that.." He warns lightly but it's more than enough to make you pause, "Stay still kitten-let me feel how you cum on my cock."

you go pliant in his arms again, shaking as your vibrator milks every drop of your orgasm. The friction of him much more slippery.

"Can't wait to fuck this leaky little cunt" Caleb breathes as if he waits for the gates of heaven to open up to him, "look how your messing up your vibrator and his cock..."

"I bet it’s quite the sight" sylus says and you miss the exchange of eyes, the way red finds purple.

The way caleb leans away for his phone. How he captures your eyes fluttering back in a few flicks. Your brain mush as it tries to comprehend the the desperation to break on sylus's cock again.

Sylus hold you so close as if you'll truly become one if he keeps you this stuck on his front.

"Too bad I can't fill you up kitten" He breathes ragged, "Your body is begging for it."

"T-then do it" you find yourself saying, find yourself squeezing and letting go for it as the slam of his skin on yours gets rougher.

Rational completely out of the window with his cock kissing your delicate spots over and over. It immediately makes sylus's body shake underneath you.

"But you were so worried about protection before" Caleb chuckles, "Oh well, you heard the girl Daddy-she wants her slutty pussy filled."

sylus huffs out a fleeting laugh, "do I indulge you kitten? Even though you're wasted on my cock?"

You nod like your head is coming loose, leaning all the way back into sylus as caleb shifts your vibrator just slightly, your belly collapsing as you feel yourself start to ascend yet again.

"'m so close -!" you falter out,

"me too-" sylus grits his teeth, "you first kitten-do it for me."

"Bet you're gonna squirt again" caleb groans like he's there with you on the edge, "squirt on it pips- yeah that it-"

"Fuck-" sylus curses deep in your ear with your name entangled as you feel a warm flood burst inside from him and you both.

A sudden rush that becomes slow and generous.

You can almost taste it on your tongue as sylus pushes his cum back in subtly. He releases your limbs and slowly pulls out before you snap at him.

But when his tip slides out with a wet pop it brings an emptiness that seeps out of you like his seed.

It makes you squirm, still wanting a more. just a little more.

Caleb turns your vibrator off.

"Do you get why we're so crazy about you now?" he questions, flipping you over.

Caleb has your front squished on sylus and there's an exchange of your toy.

Now in Sylus’s possession, he doesn't leave it against your clit. It comes to his lips instead, red stained with gooey off white.

He stares up at you with half crescent eyes blown out with veneration as he takes slow licks. It makes you tingle, immediately pressing your thighs together.

You feel Caleb above you like a shadow on your back, "Daddy fucked you stupid but you still want more” he says, “trying to rub it away with your thighs as if I'm not right here."

Stern hands takes the meat of your thighs from the back and you try to fight it but he forcibly pries them open with so much ease you gasp.

"So you wanna be a brat for me now?" Caleb muses acidic, "Is it ‘cause I played with your stupid little clit?"

The sharpness of his voice makes you look over your shoulder defiantly. Nothing but a pout as you stare at his stormy gaze through your lashes, then at silver dog tag which sways like it’s dangerous from his neck.

You see his throat bob as he swallows staring into your eyes, dipping to your lips.

"Say you want Caleb's cock in your needy pussy,”Caleb goes lowly, “Tell him how badly you need it inside you.”

Like some incentive, he guides his cock along your squished wet pussy, spreading your lips to kiss your sloppy hole. "Be good and look at me when you speak please."

Your eyes immediately lock into his. You're breath hitches when he presses in slightly. You try to push back, but his hand on your lower back pins you down.

You say with a a bit of attitude, "I want Caleb's cock in my needy-ah!"

Caleb immediately shoves his cock through your hole before you finish, sliding into the mess of you and sylus.

You take him to the base, balls deep kissing your clit, ass flushed on his pelvis.

"Fucking finally" Caleb groans before he's reeling back and pushing, his fat cock stretching you out with the same desperation, "my bad pipsqueak- can't wait anymore"

"t-tooo deep" you mewl

"No it's not" Caleb's voices comes out like drool as he grinds the heavy weight of his cock into you, "s not deep enough-notdeep-"

"He's been pent up for days kitten .." sylus murmurs, like an entertained apology, hushed like caleb's got some kind of medical condition that's causing him to fuck you like this.

You turn to sylus and he taps your vibrator against your lips. It's licked clean, wet from the traces of his tongue. Goes out of focus when he leans in, holding your cheeks with a kiss that's slow with a tongue that tastes like a twang,

"He made a twitter account the other day-" He whispers, pulling back

"Stop talking-"

You hear caleb's words cut in but it's futile.

Sylus keeps going, his thumb latched with a thick silver ring finds its way through your agreeable lips , "it already has so many bookmarks-"

"Shut the fuck up sylus-" Caleb growls

"So many girls getting pounded by a bigger man. And they all look like you, especially now. Down to the glossy eyes" Sylus finishes, smiling wickedly at you dumbfounded, and Caleb glaring behind your head,

"Y-yeah so what..?" Caleb replies lowly, " We airin' our dirty laundry now?"

Frustrated snaps of his hips make you crumble, pushes any remnants of sense out of your head.

Your face falls into sylus's chest and you feel his chin on your head and a hand pet your hair.

"By the way pipsqueak-he writes smut about you so don't think he's innocent," He accuses through tight teeth, "How did your poem go again.? When can I hope to bury the full weight of my soul-deep in your tight embrace?"

"And give you every drop of my love," Sylus finishes without an inch of shame, "Must've liked it a lot since you bothered to remember it."

"Yeah Shakespeare, I do", Caleb drawls as playful as the arm he snakes around your neck and pulls. Your head tilted back, throat at his mercy, " I wanna to bury every inch of my soul right here too-"

You can tell by the way he breeches you. His name barely crawls out of your mouth as he takes you like he wants to remember every inch of your puffy walls sucking him in.

The way he barely pulls out, punching your guts like a drum, humping your walls like a dog out of it.

"what do you think about that pipsqueak?" Caleb asks you, voice a pitch deeper, slurring "that sound good?"

You try to speak but you trip over your words. Moaning loud instead, caleb echoing as he undeniable feels you get even wetter, another layer on top of the mess you flutter around him trying to cling to the veiny shape of him.

"a-ah-mm-!" you babble and caleb sucks his teeth and the space between his thick hardened bicep and your tiny neck gets smaller as he curls his arm tighter. Toeing the line.

"Not what I asked silly girl" He murmurs against the side of your gaping mouth, "Should I stop and let you catch your breath?"

"Nuh-uh" You shake your head profusely or attempt to as pressure, sweet and thick builds up in your brain. You feel his smile.

"Don't..stop" you slur, the only two words your mouth can say, "Don'tstopdon'tstop-"

"That's better" he grips tighter. His arm hugging your neck, you're almost wheezing. The sight of sylus is blurry, meshing into the lights,

"For a soft looking guy you're pretty rough" Sylus observes like a low whisper, "But the view is enjoyable I'll admit."

"Completely fucked out" caleb bites, you feel their iron hot gaze on your euphoric face "so much better than porn."

"I agree" Sylus goes, "If you flunk out of school kitten we'd be happy to start your adult film career."

"Fuck-" caleb growls hips lagging for a moment, "Let them watch you get ruined by us, over and over again."

He pokes incessantly on your cervix like a reminder. Your body tries to run but if it's not caleb's chokehold it's sylus gripping your ass tight, spreading your cheek enough to pull on your pussy.

"c-caaleb-!"

"Yeahyeah i know" He says like a wave of a hand, "you're gonna cum again aren't you?"

"m cumming-l-leb -!"

"Oh fuck—"

You can feel his resolve start to crumble, drags deep in your stomach as you shatter around him. He shudders, load spilling deep to where you feel as if he’s left a piece of himself inside you. He pulls out but it's short lived as his hands grabs your sides, insisting you move.

"come on turn over turn over-not done with you yet" he says scattered, immediately burying himself inside you again like a mad man.

You don't remember falling asleep but when your eyes open you're in your bed. in different sheets as if someone made your bed, pajamas on your body as if someone took the time to clean you up.

To your side, light peeks through behind the window curtain instead of the night sky.

“Morning” the sound of Caleb's voice startles you,

Partially sitting up, you find Caleb perched on the edge of your desk. Sylus leaning back on the suicide chair. Phones in hand, they have a bag that wafts the scent of food.

Just the image of them alone brings you back to what appears to be last night's activities. Flashbacks hit you one after the other, like a forgotten dream.

"Why are you still here?" You say, not happy to hear your frayed voice

"I didn't know we were supposed to leave after you fell asleep" Sylus raising a brow with a subtle smirk, "That sounds pretty heartless considering the state you were in-"

"..Shut your face" You snap, only because he's partially right.

You didn’t know what to expect but you sure didn't think you'd be watching them make you a plate. Arranging food from different containers.

"After everything, you still think we hate you." Caleb says softly, hardly surprised. He approaches your bedside with meal that makes your stomach yowl as he sets it in front of you. Napkin on your lap, then the plate. He hands you utensils.

"I'm sore because of you.." You mutter, taking them, mouth on the verge of watering

"So am I from sleeping in your tiny bed" Sylus says, coming up from behind Caleb to offer you a cup of juice, a straw through the middle. You take a few sips before handing it back to him which he sets on your bedside table. Not before taking a sip himself.

"No regrets though right?" Caleb questions, less teasing. There's a familiar yet strange expression of his face, like doubt nagging him.

Avoiding his gaze you take a bite of food and shake your head. Despite the dull throb between your legs, there are no regrets even if you don't want to admit it.

Caleb pats your head, "Guess we're all on the same page."

"Does that mean you'll spend the night at ours this time?" Sylus pops the question leaning on your bed, against your legs, "It’s far less crowded."

Caleb and Sylus both agreed on one thing, they had spoiled you rotten. 

You knew exactly how to get your way with a stomp of your foot and a bit of incessant whining. They both had a massive soft spot for you, and you absolutely abused it. On the rare occasion that one of them actually stood his ground and denied you something, you simply went running to the other. Without fail, you always ended up getting what you wanted. 

So there you were, flopped unceremoniously across Sylus’s bed, dramatically huffing and taking your frustrations out on his pillows. You made sure your tantrum was obvious to the white-haired man sitting at his desk, casually flipping through documents. He looked up at your theatrics, a hint of amusement playing on his face. 

Seeing that your efforts were going to waste, you decided to kick it up a notch. You paused all your dramatic thrashing and sat up on the bed, going dead silent. The sudden lack of noise instantly caught Sylus’s attention. That's when you brought out the big guns. With a perfectly timed sniffle, crocodile tears began streaming down your cheeks. Sylus, defeated by your dirty tactics, tossed his documents onto the desk. He sighed, making his way over to the bed before pulling your body against his chest, enveloping you in a warm hug. 

"Alright, alright," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating against your ear as he stroked your hair. "We’ll get you your pet wolf. Don't cry now, kitten." 

The next of your schemes involved sneaking to the kitchen at 3 am in the morning, staying as quiet as possible as you tiptoed across the cold floors. You opened the fridge and retrieved the goods, and right as you thought you had gotten away with it, you heard someone behind you. Goddammit. You turned around guiltily to find Caleb standing there, leaning against the wall, shirtless and looking like he had just woken up. Ice cream in hand, you flashed him a nervous smile. "Pips, you know you can't have that so late at night," he scolded gently. Your instincts kicked in immediately. You pouted, hugging the tub close to your chest as you gave him your signature puppy eyes. "But Caleb, pleaseee... I've been craving it." Giving in, Caleb walked over and ruffled your hair with a sigh. "Fine, but not too much, okay?"

And just like that, victory was yours. Half the time, you made ridiculous requests just to test their limits, to see exactly how far they would bend to keep you happy. they were well aware of this fact too. But unbeknownst to you, Caleb and Sylus had recently made a plan. Deciding they officially had enough of your shit with the way your asks became more absurd by the day, they knew they needed to teach their bratty little girl a lesson. 

It was a day like any other, you woke up with a slow, heavy stretch, yawning your way out of bed and heading downstairs. In the kitchen, your two boyfriends were already occupying their usual spots. Caleb was making breakfast, while Sylus leaned against the counter, mindlessly popping cherries into his mouth and scrolling through his phone. Scurrying over to Caleb, you leaned over his shoulder, trying to peer into the pan. "I'm almost done, pips. Go sit down," he murmured, not looking up. You blinked down at the eggs sizzling in the pan, and like second nature, felt defiance bubbling up. You looked up at him with a sparkle in your eyes. "But Caleb, I'm craving pancakes today." Right as you expected to watch him immediately pivot to indulge your craving, he did the exact opposite. Caleb glanced down at you, held your gaze for a flat second, and deadpanned, "Nope." 

That caught you completely off guard. "Wha-?" It wasn't the kind of "no" that felt negotiable. It wasn't a "maybe" with extra steps. This "no" felt definitive. As you stood there, jaw slightly slack and confused, Caleb simply reached out, picked you up by the waist like a doll, and set you down next to the kitchen island. "Sit down," he ordered softly.

For once, you actually obeyed, slipping into the seat next to Sylus as if in a trance. Caleb caught your expression and let out a smug smirk. 

A few moments later, Caleb began setting the plates down on the island. Still reeling from the pancake rejection, your eyes drifted over to the bowl of juicy cherries Sylus was snacking on.

"Can I have som-" "No." 

Before the sentence could even clear your throat, Sylus cut you off. He didn't even look your way as he answered, instead, he popped another cherry between his lips, holding it between his teeth as he leaned back, his gaze locking directly onto Caleb. 

Wordlessly, Caleb moved across the space, leaning over the counter to meet him. He closed the distance and took the cherry right from Sylus's mouth, their teeth clashing in a quiet click. They both tried not to laugh at the sight of you looking like a kicked puppy. 

The rest of the day went on just like that, a rebellion was what it was. By evening, you were left thoroughly frustrated by the mountain of rejections that had accumulated all day. You could tell something was up, but you knew they couldn't keep this up forever. So, you decided to stage your own overthrow. 

When nighttime finally arrived, you got into bed a little earlier than usual. You could hear the steady rush of water from the shower Caleb was running in the bathroom, while Sylus was finishing up some work in his office. Smirking to yourself, you slowly stripped down to just your underwear, a lacy pair you knew that they were weak for.  Settling back against the pillows, you slowly spread your thighs and gave a few exploratory flicks to your clit. Mmm. As you started to play with yourself, your fingers spread your folds, rubbing gently before plunging two fingers shallowly inside. 

Despite always catering to your every wish and whim, Sylus and Caleb had one strict rule for you, hands off yourself. You knew not to cross this– you never had a reason to anyway, not with two utterly devoted men ready to give you more pleasure than you could ever give yourself. But after a day of them teasing and denying you, you didn't see why you couldn't play their game as well.

Soft moans spilled from your lips, juices leaking through as you could feel yourself getting hotter. Right then, you heard heavy footsteps moving through the hallway outside. Grinning, you worked yourself even harder now. Sylus, on the other hand, reached the outside of the room and knew immediately something was up; he felt your sweet scent filling the air, your faint gasps barely heard. Seems kitten is playing dirty. 

Walking inside, he locked eyes with you, only for you to scrunch your eyebrows and put on even more of a show, cunt in full display. And right on cue, Caleb walked out of the bathroom, skin glistening and a towel hanging off his waist. The moment he caught on to the events occurring in the room, he flashed Sylus an unhinged smile. 

Your mind had dissolved into absolute mush. Overstimulated as you were kept on your hands and knees, your back arched deeply as Sylus relentlessly drove into you from behind. 

You had lost track of how many times you'd finished already, yet there were no signs of stopping. Caleb, meanwhile, was in front of you, admiring the glisten on your face and lips from the previous load he shot up that he was still recovering from, panting with his abs clenching. 

You felt another intense orgasm coursing through you, cum and juice spilling out further as your pussy spasmed around Sylus, but this only prompted him to go faster. Tears streaming uncontrollably now, your knuckles turned white with how hard you were gripping the sheets, and you looked up at Caleb, almost pleading with him to reason with Sylus. Almost like Sylus figured out your ploy, he snapped your hips back against him harshly. “Oh no no no, he’s not gonna help you, sweetheart.” Caleb could only grin, giving you a mock pity look. “Aw, is pips tired? Should’ve thought of that before you decided to break the rules, no?” He looked over to Sylus. “Sy, my turn now.” Panting, Sylus plunged balls deep all the way into your cervix one last time before he pulled out completely, manhandling you to switch positions. 

Now you were sitting upright, your back leaning against Sylus with your legs being held up and apart by his veiny arms. Caleb took his position immediately, feeding you his cock from the front, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, a tad overstimulated from his earlier release. Sylus, looking at the vulnerable puppy boy, couldn't help but reach out and caress the side of his face, his fingers running through his slightly damp hair. Caleb only subconsciously leaned into his touch all the while plunging completely inside of you, moving in shallow, ragged thrusts. 

Then Sylus had an idea. Nipping at your shoulder, his fingers still tangled in Caleb's hair, he gripped a bit tighter, grabbing his attention. “You think she's ready for it?” 

“Huh? fuck– yeahyeaheyeah,” Caleb mumbled incoherently, looking absolutely pussydrunk by the way you clenched around him. You were confused. “Sy? Wha- what do you mean ready? Ready for what?” you panted, and right then, you felt something poke at your virgin back entrance. Fuck me, you thought.

Gathering all the slick from your combined releases and giving you a spit of his own, Sylus made sure you were well-lubricated before he attempted the intrusion. It felt weird in the start– an unfamiliar feeling– but you knew better than to oppose it. You were completely at their mercy. 

Soon enough, Caleb and Sylus found a shared rhythm, breaching your holes at the same time and building up an insane amount of pressure, slick sounds and moans filling the room. Even Sylus, who wasn't normally vocal in bed, was groaning and whimpering, and in no time, another orgasm ripped through you. “Fuck— yes baby, give it all to me. Come on, I know you can give me more,” you weren't even sure who was talking to you at that point.  

Hours dissolved into an exhaustive blur as positions were shifted and forced upon you. You were floating in and out of consciousness. You all looked like a litter of bunnies going at it for so long. You were tired, and just let them move you around for their own pleasure; their combined stamina was ungodly. You could feel your womb bulging with all the semen pumped into you, and finally, with bruising thrusts, they came at the same time, collapsing back against the bed. 

God, Smiling in your fucked out state, all you could think was, you still got what you wanted.

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The tension in your bedroom was thick enough to cut with a blade. 

Not the bad kind of tension where you were anticipating a fight to break out between your lovers. It was the kind of tension where you feared you’d be getting devoured whole instead. 

“Sweetie, how can you be so sure?” Sylus, standing by the foot of your bed, was the first to speak after your bold proclamation . “Because I’ve had them in my mouth, in my hands, in my pussy, in my ass… I'm pretty sure I’d be able to tell the difference between your dicks if you blindfold me.” Caleb, sprawled across one half of your bed, had long since abandoned his doom scrolling. 

“I dunno, baby. Me and Sy don’t exactly give you time to memorize us.” You felt your cheeks warm slightly as Sylus began to laugh, a low grumbling sound that sent a wave of arousal shooting down your spine. “Muscle memory at this point, Cal. I don’t think I really need to study to know who is who.” You were doubling down, chewing on your lower lip and glancing between the two men. Praying they’d give in and try to prove you wrong. 

“Well…” Caleb’s eyes locked with Sylus, flickering over to where you sat on the bed before returning to that crimson gaze. “I don’t want to speak for Sy, but his aethercore is speaking for him.” Caleb doesn’t flinch as Sylus uses his evol to snatch his phone off his chest. Laying it on the nightstand a moment later, not to scare him, but to warn him of what he can do. 

“Sweetie, if you’re so sure…” he spares Caleb a glance, ignoring the colonel’s lazy smirk before stepping closer to you. “We can try it. But as always, we need ground rules. As well as…” he’s already tugging his sweater over his head, revealing the rippling muscles of his tanned skin. “Rewards and punishments. This is a challenge, after all.” 

You were leaping off the bed, an eager squeal escaping your lips as you ran over to your closet. “As for my reward, I’d like to use my vibrator on both of you. Hands restrained of course.” You crouch to shuffle some things out of the way, tugging at a pink container. “You two can come up with your own reward for if I lose. The punishments sort themselves right out.” You can hear undressing happening behind you, neither man commenting yet. 

You found your sink blindfold, a pair of handcuffs, and your favorite vibrator. Setting the two “reward” items off to the side for when you inevitably won this little bet. “So, what do you two want if I lose?” The tension in your legs has the muscles feeling like jelly, only intensified when you saw that Caleb and Sylus had shed every layer of clothing in that short time. 

You freeze, blindfold still clutched in your grasp as your mouth opens and closes. “No extra study time before we start, sweetie.” Sylus’ evol is wrapping around your waist, doing the hard work of walking for you as Caleb’s evol gently plucks the blindfold from your hands. 

“Can’t have you cheating, you know. Wouldn’t be fair.” You’re placed squarely in front of Sylus, unable to sneak one last glance down at either of their stiff cocks before his mouth is hot and wet against your own. You gasp into the kiss, shivering as his warm hands slide around your waist. Your shirt is being tugged on almost immediately, the force of it nearly causing you to stumble back before another hard body is pressing into your skin. 

“Sy, it’s usually my job to be rough…” Caleb’s voice makes you jump, right next to your ear and hot on your skin. “Let me get the blindfold on her.” Your eyes open briefly as your shirt is tugged off, satisfactory groans emitting from both men when they see nothing but a pair of lacy panties clinging to your hips. 

“Ah ah, baby. No peeking.” You catch one last glance at Caleb’s flushed cheeks before the blindfold is placed over your eyes. Your head is pushed forward, fingers instinctively reaching out for Sylus as his fingers tug at your lace. “Tie it tightly, colonel.” He already sounds wrecked, your lips parting in anticipation for the kiss that crashes against your mouth once more. 

The movement doesn’t stop Caleb from effectively, even as Sylus devours your tongue. You barely hear his little content “done” too engulfed in shoving your own tongue right back down Sylus’ throat. Your nails dig into the heated skin of his shoulders, grounding you to him as Caleb presses his cock against the swell of your ass. “Can’t even focus enough to see your actions through, Sy? What happened to getting these off?” 

You feel their fingers brush, Caleb’s tapping at Sylus’. He’s got your lacey panties twisted up in his grip, tugging them to one side while simultaneously tugging them up. You gasp into the warm cavern of Sylus’ mouth, forcing yourself up on your tip toes before the pressure becomes too much to bear. “Easy…” Caleb’s voice sounds like it vibrates his chest, gripping Sylus’ fingers to release them. “You’re gonna give our baby a burn with all that friction.” 

You and Sylus part with a gasp, noses still pressing together as you both drag in some much needed air. Your world is still dark, the silk blindfold barely letting in a tinge of light from your surrounding bedroom. “She knows when to tell me to stop.” Sylus murmurs, the kiss that follows is softer, as if solidifying his words. “S’okay Cal, it felt good…” 

“Mm, I’m sure. But let’s not forget…” His nose scrunches slightly, amused as Sylus buries his face in your neck to suck and nibble on your pulse. “There are some high stakes in this little game. And Sy and I haven’t even decided on our reward when you lose.” 

“M’not gonna l-lose, Caleb!” Your sentence tapers off with a moan as the sharpness of Sylus’ canines dent your skin. “Time will tell.” You gasp as you feel Caleb’s evol tugging Sylus back from you, the other man cursing under his breath as he’s set down a few feet away. You can only feel the absence of warmth, your hands now clinging to nothing. 

“How exactly do you plan on doing this, hmm?” Sylus’ voice filled the space as Caleb gingerly tugged your panties down. “Do you want to use your hands, your mouth, or your cunt?” You felt oddly vulnerable stepping out of your underwear, neither man touching you momentarily as Caleb tossed the garment off to the side. “I think my pussy would be the best. Given that there is much more to be felt if I use my hands or mouth.” 

Hell, you were pretty sure you’d be able to tell Sylus and Caleb apart based on the texture of their pubic hair. It was absolutely ridiculous but you truly wanted to challenge yourself. “Sounds good, princess.” You yelp as Caleb’s evol lifts you to quickly deposit you on your bed. You fall backwards, catching yourself on your elbows as you feel warmth crawl over you. 

“Sy had his fun, now I can have mine.” You barely make a sound before Caleb’s lips are crashing into yours with the same level of ferocity that Sylus had. The strength you used to keep yourself up diminished the second Caleb pinned you down. Being extra mindful to not press his cock against you, even if it killed him. “Look at your hips, colonel.” 

Sylus was slightly muffled over the noises of your mouth, Caleb’s teeth biting down on your kiss-swollen lips only added to your melting mind. “Humping the air like a dog in a rut.” Sylus’ hands slid over Caleb’s thick thighs, inching up to his hips before cruelly dragging his nails down his skin. Caleb’s breathing stuttered at the feeling, hips bucking hard and narrowly missing your heated skin. 

“You act as if I was being feral with her, now look at you? Damn near pathetic.” Precum dripped onto your abdomen, Caleb’s cock leaking needily at the feeling of Sylus’ degradation. “You want me to touch your cock, colonel? Or are you worried you’ll be too spent before our baby has a chance to feel you and make her best guess?” Reluctantly, Caleb pulled away from your mouth, placing two chaste kisses before turning away entirely. 

“You love to run your mouth, boss-man.” Even with the blindfold, you could feel their glares, you could feel the tension. The type you simply had to fuck out of each other. “Boys, please.” The noise is something akin to a croak, your cunt throbbing with need. “The quicker I win this challenge, the quicker I can get you two off. Just… you both have to prep me…” 

They were big, massive even. Just what their already inflated egos needed. They both owned a cock that was large enough to warrant their cockiness. It kinda pisses you off sometimes. 

“Sorry, baby. Blame Sy for trying to start shit.” The kiss that followed landed on your sternum instead of your lips, wet and hot as he trails himself to your left breast. “Am I even invited to this party?” Sylus’ voice is gruff, the comment sarcastic as the bed dips. “Sylus…” nothing else seems to leave your mouth, Caleb’s lips suckling your perked nipple into his mouth and effectively short circuiting your brain.

You feel them shifting around you, Caleb settling to one side while Sylus settles on the other. Both keeping their lower halves away from you entirely. “My pretty girl.” Sylus’ voice sounds right next to your ear, a large hand covering the breast Caleb isn’t sucking on. “You’re so cute.” He squeezes, the feeling of your pliant flesh molding around his hand makes your back arch. 

“Does Caleb’s mouth feel good? He’s really slobbering all over your breast.” Sylus nips at your jaw, breath hot on your skin as you feel another hand slowly sliding down your stomach. You guess it’s Caleb’s, his mouth too preoccupied to shoot something back at Sylus for being snarky. “I-it feels really good…!” You spread your legs further, encouraging the hand lower. 

“Should the colonel and I finger your pretty pussy together? Or do you want one of us to play with your clit while the other fingers your sweet spot?” You feel blood rush to your face, thankful for the blindfold because you’re not sure you’d be able to meet his gaze otherwise. “Fuck sake, Sylus…” you draw out every letter in his name, trembling as the hand rests on your pubic bone. 

“Answer us, sweetie.” Your mind feels fuzzy already, and all you can think about is that smart mouth being occupied with something else. “Sy, I want you to eat my pussy while Caleb keeps it spread for you.” The noises they make have you mewling. Caleb’s groan vibrates your chest, his teeth clamping down on your nipple so hard you thrash slightly. The hand moves lower immediately – Caleb’s – and gingerly spreads your lips apart. 

“Good girl, saying exactly what she wants. Just like we taught you.” A soft kiss lingers on your heated cheek before the bed shifts again. “Don’t get distracted Colonel, maybe she’ll let you have a taste after.” Caleb’s eyes flicker down momentarily, watching Sylus kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed. “Easy.” Whispered, and Caleb barely unlatches from your breast as Sylus grabs your ankles and tugs you down. “You’re on a roll tonight.” 

It’s spit at Sylus, and you can’t help but reach blindly for Caleb to return to you, fingers sliding back down to spread you again as Sylus hooks both of your knees over his shoulders. “Just have to make sure everything is up to our baby’s standards, Colonel. Is that such a crime?” Caleb grumbles something unintelligible, turning his head back to your blindfolded one. 

His lips start to litter kisses over your skin again, kissing down to your breasts and purposely leaning over you to plant a wet kiss upon your neglected nipple. “Are you okay with me staying on this side or should I switch before Sy starts?” You ponder for a moment, lips parted as short, uneven breaths puff past your lips. You can feel Sylus, his hands, the slow exhales ghosting your spread cunt. It makes it really, really hard to think for a moment. 

“Just… keep doing what you’re doing. I don’t mind the reach.” Your hand comes up to blindly search for his head, his hand catching your flailing arm a moment later and directing it properly. “May I start?” Your fingers instinctively twitch in Caleb’s hair when Sylus speaks, your voice waivers as you give him the green light. 

Stars seem to explode across your covered eyes the moment Sylus’ tongue comes in contact with your twitching clit. One thick, long lick along the length of your cunt. Starting at your weeping entrance and ending with his lips wrapping around the pulsating bud. “O-oh!” Caleb’s head dips down again, leaning over you to suckle on your neglected nipple. 

His hand remains steady, two fingers keeping you spread nice and pretty for Sylus. “You taste s’good.” Each word is muffled against your cunt, body feeling hot all over as Caleb huffs a laugh against your breast. “S’rude to talk with your mouthful, boss-man.” The hypocrisy would be laughable if they weren’t attacking your weak spots all at once. 

“Get over yourself, colonel.” Still muffled, his mouth too full of your cunt to properly get the words out. Not that you mine, the sensation is drool worthy, making you clench and flutter around nothing at all. “Gotta get her nice and wet, boss-man. I need her to take us real easy.” Caleb retreats from your chest, your hand extended after him. 

Before you can ask him where he’s going, you jump as you hear Caleb spit. His saliva lands on your cunt, right above Sylus’ nose. His tongue had been preoccupied with your entrance, lapping at every drop of your arousal. “Suckin’ her dry isn’t going to help us much.” You expect Sylus to retort, to pull away from his meal and fire something back at Caleb. 

Instead, he pulls away enough to spit too, tongue flicking over your soaking clit a moment later, licking up every drop of the mess they had made. You couldn’t see it, fuck you wanted to see it so bad. You nearly reached up to pull the blindfold free, it’s not like the test had started yet. Instead, Caleb’s evol weighed your hands down, Sylus’ evol instantly wrapped around your thighs to keep them snuggly over his shoulders. “Don’t you dare peek, baby. We can always recreate this for you later.” 

You whined, head falling back against the mattress as you breathed out. “M’gonna cum…” 

“That fast? That just might be a record.” Caleb sat by the foot of the bed, fingers still spreading you as wide as your folds would allow. Watching Sylys devour your cunt as if it were the man’s last meal. His cock was throbbing, leaking precum all over his taut abdomen, the tip an angry red. Every part of his mind screamed to touch himself, but he resisted. His free hand threading through Sylus’ hair and guiding him in a repetitive motion. 

“Just like that, you can see her thighs tensing, Sy. She’s so close to cumming for you. You’re such a good boy…” You can’t stop the whimper that escapes you, Sylus’ groan vibrating your cunt in a way that has your entire body tensing up in anticipation. “And you…” You can't see, but you can feel Caleb’s eyes on you. Eyeing your spit slicked chest, the little bruises forming all over. “You’re being such a good girl, you have our permission to cum, baby.” 

You grit your teeth, fingers twitching erratically as you search for something to grab but Caleb’s evol is keeping you in place. You barely twist around the blanket before you’re shattering all together, entire body tensing as whimpers and moans fall from your lips. “N-No more! Please! S’too much!!” Sylus never stopped sucking, lathering your overly sensitive clit until your hips thrashed and your body went slack against the sheets. “Ease up.” 

Caleb’s hand was still in Sylus’ hair, the colonel gripping harder and yanking him back from your cunt. The air seemed to stutter in your lungs, sweet relief making your bones feel like jello. “Don’t start.” Sylus’ words are a hushed hiss, enough to make your own skin prickle from the intensity. The two of them always fought like cats, irritating the other on purpose. 

Caleb must have let go, because Sylus had begun to place random little kisses over your cunt and thighs. “We’re going to start the true test now, sweetie.” Both men had stepped away from the bed, just their voices letting you know they were still present. “Y-you still haven’t told me what you want if I lose. I-I need to know how high these stakes are.” You were greeted by a few beats of silence. You assumed they were looking between each other to figure it out. 

“If you are unable to differentiate by our dicks.” Caleb started slowly, still nowhere near you. “Then we’re going to try double penetration, same hole.” Sylus finished, and they could see your jaw go slack at the idea. “I thought you two were against that! You said it would hurt me too much when I begged for it last time!” Really, your punishment would be another reward. 

“Should we begin?” Evasion was their tactic, not willing to express why the sudden change of heart. Despite it, you’re grinning, legs still spread and waiting. “Yes! Please… I need you both so badly.” They both acknowledged you with their own noises, and then silence enveloped you again save for the slight shuffling. You could feel one of them standing between your thighs, their hands gathering your legs up and pushing them towards your chest. 

This new position allowed for whoever was touching you to get on the bed with you. They were similar in height, and you couldn’t possibly tell by the way the mattress dips around them. Even their hands were relatively similar in size. At that moment, you truly couldn't tell who was on you right now. You shift a little at the silence, finding it a tad comical. Maybe you should have thought about putting on some sort of music or maybe even the tv…

“Oh…!” His cock slid along your glistening, puffy folds. Though you couldn’t think about that for much longer as the bed suddenly dipped again. “B-both of you?!” Neither man would respond, fearing their voice would give away their position. But it made more sense for them to do this together. If you could decipher who one was, by process of elimination it would be painfully obvious who the other was. 

The second cock was also prodding at your folds, slapping against the other with a wet thump. Your lips press together, swallowing up the whines begging to claw out of your throat. Both men take turns rubbing their aching cocks on your cunt, letting you feel them, memorize every curve and vein, letting you try and figure out who was who. 

Sylus was long, curving up slightly. And he was thick, painfully thick but you had come to crave that stretch. To the point nothing else could really satisfy you… except Caleb. He wasn’t as long as Sylus, but even then the difference came down to centimeters. He was just as thick too, but he swelled a bit just below his head before slimming out by the base. You truly believed you’d be able to tell the difference, the way they’d notch in just right, muscle memory. 

Before you could open your mouth to whine about their teasing, you could feel the thick head of one of their cocks positioned at your entrance. Your lips parted, a sigh of relief tumbling out as the pressure built. You were soaked, there was truly no resistance to slip inside, but they held themself back. Pressing just enough that their head stretched your entrance but not going further. “D-don’t tell me that’s all you’re going to give!” 

Still, no verbal response was given. They were playing dirty. 

They pulled back, the sensation fleeting as you immediately started tugging against their makeshift evol restraints. “That is so not fair! Hell, just for that I want to say it’s…” Sylus. But you stop yourself, if you threw away your answer that quickly and were incorrect you’d feel like a fool. You had to win this, had to prove them wrong. 

The dribbling head of a cock is pressing against your entrance again, and you can immediately feel that it’s different. “You guys changed places…” And for a moment, you feel his hips stutter. A victorious little smirk curls your lips, they really didn’t think you’d notice? 

Whoever was pressing into you began pushing in all the way, your jaw going slack at how easily they slipped in. Maybe you were a little too wet, you had been certain you’d know if it was Caleb based on his shape. But your cunt was too slippery, too ready. “Oh my fuck…” They slide into the hilt, leaving you impossibly full before carefully, agonizingly, pulling out. 

He repeated the motion, thrusting experimentally while gripping your calves for support. Your velvety walls clench, clamping down on the man inside of you in a way that has you moaning. Still, he keeps thrusting, struggling a little with the way you’re gripping him but thrusting nonetheless. “Oh fuck… that feels s-so good… Sylus!” 

All movements ceased, your brain taking a second to process you had just uttered a name. “C’mon…” You swallow the lump in your throat, trying to feign confidence. “Tell me if I was right! I have to be, I know you too well!” Your body does, even if your brain doesn’t want to cooperate initially. Instead of a verbal response, the man inside of you pulls out altogether. 

You don’t bother complaining, feeling them shifting around before someone else is pressing at your entrance. The plunge is quick, deep ,and devastating all at once. Your mind swims in the euphoria of being filled again. Those hips working you at a normal pace, until… 

“This is still Sylus! Quit trying to trick me, I know I’m right!” Only then do you finally hear some noise, the kind of chuckle that could only be Caleb. “Well shit, baby. You’re one smart cookie.” You’re slightly startled as the blindfold is removed, blinking rapidly to clear your vision. It takes you a second to adjust, but sure enough, Sylus is the one plunged inside of you. 

“You were right both times, sweetie.” He was twitching now, utterly turned on that you could truly pick him out just based on the shape of his cock. “This pretty pussy was made for me.” Caleb moves to slap the back of Sylus’ head but –wisely – stops himself. “I think Sy has more than enough time with your cunt, baby. I haven’t had a single bit.” Caleb is pouting, fingers running along your bent leg before moving further up the bed. 

“In your dreams, Colonel. You can lick her clean after I cum in her.” 

You gasp at that, cunt instinctively clamping down around his length. “Let me suck you off, Cal. I’ll make you feel better.” Sylus starts moving again, tugging your legs up to rest over his shoulders yet again. His body weight follows, squishing you into the mattress to better piston his cock in and out of your fluttering entrance. “You heard her, give her your cock.” 

The angle Sylus had contorted you in was proving to make that a tad difficult. Your head and upper body twisting towards Caleb enough that he finally let his evol relax. Your arms are freed from their invisible prison. “Sylus, can’t you fuck me in doggy? It would be easier…!” Months of being their lover has truly taught you to forgo any shame or embarrassment. “You are the winner, sweetie. Whatever you want, I’ll do.” 

You’re manoeuvred without Sylus so much as pulling half way out, your legs suddenly struggling to support your weight as they dig into the mattress. “They’re asleep, hmm? The colonel and I had you bent out of shape for too long.” Large, hot hands grab your waist, hoisting you up and supporting you. “Don’t tease me, Sy. Caleb, sit in front of me.” You stated your orders without hesitance, trying to get everything in order before Sylus completely wrecked you. “Yes ma’am.” He shuffles, nearly collapsing against the headboard with his legs spread around you and Sylus. His cock looked beyond needy, so red at the tip it could be considered purple. “Poor baby, Sy didn’t give you a chance, huh?” Caleb’s cheeks are flushed, his abdomen shining with the arousal that had been oozing out of him. 

“Nope, he’s hogged you this whole time and I’ve been such a good boy barely complaining.” You wanted to laugh, the roles switching between the three of you always happened without you realizing it until you were too deep in. You reach for him, fingers wrapping around his mid-section and bringing his tip right to your lips. 

Sylus starts moving again, hips setting a brutal but satisfying pace. You don’t bother licking or teasing, your jaw goes slack as you shove the fat head of Caleb’s cock between your lips. A symphony of sounds fill the bedroom, the lewd slurping of your mouth around his cock, the sinful slap of skin hitting skin, and the harmonies of moans and groans filling the space. 

Your eyes welled with tears as you forced your mouth further down his length. Every drag of Sylus’ his had his cock pressing against your sweet spot, only adding to the onslaught of tears dripping down your face. “Feels so good, baby, don’t stop.” Caleb’s hand was hot as it landed on the back of your head, cruelly shoving more of his length into your mouth. “Careful, Caleb.” Sylus’ voice was a strained warning, cock throbbing between your velvety soft walls as a loud gag restricted your throat. 

“If you hurt her I’ll have to make sure to return the favor.” The implications were loud and clear, and Sylus couldn’t help but laugh as your cunt suctioned to him. “Oh, you like the sounds of that, baby? Like the thought of me throat fucking Caleb?” The room was spinning, the pleasure so overwhelming you felt like you’d pass out from the intensity. Your noise of response was a garbled mess, drool dripping down your chin as Caleb eased up. 

“I-I’d love to see you try, Boss-man.” His cheeks are red, sweat beading at his temple as you suck him off. He’s close already, abdomen and thighs flexing every time you swallow around him. Your hands find their way to his skin, clawing roughly and leaving bright red nail marks in your wake. The pleasure is overwhelming, your cunt feeling so good that you’re struggling to resist the urge of crawling away from Sylus’ relentless hips. 

“Y-you’re going to cum, aren’t you, pretty girl? I can feel it.” Sylus’ fingers dig into the fat of your hips, dragging you back to meet his hips again and again and… 

Something akin to a scream tore out of you, warm liquid spraying down Sylus’ thighs as your cunt spasmed erratically. The motion causes you to take Caleb deeper, his thick head hitting the back of your throat. His orgasm was just as sudden, head tossing back hard enough that he nearly knocked it on your headboard. Sylus watched with a slack jaw, the tension in his gut tightening until he couldn’t contain himself any longer. 

White hot ropes of cum spill inside of you, painting your walls a sticky white. You could barely process anything, tugging your head back and swallowing whatever of Caleb’s release didn’t dribble down your chin. Your poor arms truly felt like jelly now, head thumping against Caleb’s thigh as you struggled to catch your breath. The warmth of Sylus bending over you had your eyelids feeling heavy. “You did so good, are you alright?” A gentle kiss on your hot cheek. 

“I didn’t hurt you, right?” Caleb’s hand had loosened its grip on you, running his fingers over the hair he had tousled. “M’good, it felt great.” Your words slurred together, cheek pressing hard into Caleb’s thigh as you felt sleep claw at your eyes. “You did win the bet, after all. You were able to tell who was who based on their dick… even if I never got a chance to be inside…” Caleb pouted slightly, glaring at Sylus who only grinned wickedly in response. 

“If she’s not too tired, you can always clean her up.” You blink your eyes open, blearily looking up at both men. “M’sleepy but I wouldn’t mind cuddling while Caleb cleans me up.” Sylus was still plugging you up, keeping every drop inside of your warm cunt. “You heard the woman, Colonel. You’re not gonna back down, right?” 

“Course m’not.” Caleb looked honestly offended by the idea, as if he’d ever turn down a chance to eat your pussy. “You just gotta remove yourself from her, boss-man… hogging her this whole time…” Clearly, Caleb was still annoyed by the whole thing. “Eh, it’s so warm in here, I think I’d like to give myself another minute or two.” Caleb’s mouth fell open, an incredulous look on his face. “You’re a real piece of work, Sylus.” A deep chuckle followed, the tension steadily building once again. 

Despite the exhaustion creeping up your spine, you had a feeling your night was far from over. 

Your heart raced, not just from the rush but from anticipation of what Sylus might have planned for this deal of yours.

Five minutes now.

You grabbed your keys, bag, and slipped your feet into boots without bothering to tie them properly. The hallway stretched before you like a runway to freedom, to the night air, to him.

You took three hurried steps forward—and then your world tilted as you collided with something solid and warm, something that smelled of sandalwood and gunmetal.

Not something. Someone.

"In a hurry?"

Caleb's voice was velvet-smooth but laced with steel as his hands steadied you, gripping your upper arms with a pressure that wasn't quite painful but wasn't gentle either. His violet eyes bore into yours, reflecting the hallway light with an unsettling intensity.

Your stomach dropped. Caleb wasn't supposed to be home.

He was supposed to be in Skyhaven at some military function, something that would keep him occupied well into the early hours. His mechanical right arm whirred almost imperceptibly as his fingers tightened around your bicep.

"I—yes, I'm actually late for something," you managed, trying to slide past him, but he shifted, blocking your path. The wall was at your back, Caleb at your front, and the clock ticking mercilessly in your head.

Four minutes.

"Late for what?" His head tilted, the movement smooth but predatory. "Or should I ask, late for whom?"

The way his voice dropped on that last word made your skin prickle. There was something dangerous in his tone, something possessive that sent conflicting signals of warning and warmth through your body.

"Just meeting a friend." The lie slipped out easily, practiced as it was. "Nothing important, but I promised I'd be there."

"A friend." His lips curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Interesting. You've been sneaking out a lot lately to meet these 'friends' of yours."

The mechanical fingers of his right hand released your arm only to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, the cool metal making you shiver. "Where exactly have you been going? These little excursions of yours are becoming quite frequent."

Three minutes.

Panic fluttered in your chest like a trapped bird. Sylus wasn't known for his patience, and the thought of him showing up here, with Caleb home, made your mouth go dry.

"Look, I'm really late," you said, trying again to move past him. "We can talk when I get back, okay?"

His human hand caught your wrist as you tried to slip by, the grip firm enough to stop you in your tracks.

"That's how it is? That's how you welcome your sweet brother home?" The hurt in his voice sounded genuine, but the gleam in his eyes told a different story. "After everything I've been through, after fighting my way back to you, you can't spare even ten minutes?"

The guilt hit you like a physical blow.

It was unfair of him to use that against you—the months of believing he was dead, the grief that had nearly destroyed you, the shock of his return with a mechanical arm and scars that went far deeper than skin.

But fair or not, it worked.

You felt yourself softening, the urgent need to escape beginning to dissolve under the weight of his gaze.

"Caleb, I—"

"I thought about you every day," he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Every single day. When I was in that hellhole, when they were cutting into me, replacing parts of me, do you know what kept me alive?"

You swallowed hard, knowing the answer but unable to stop yourself from asking, "What?"

"You." His forehead pressed against yours, the familiar scent of him enveloping you. "The thought of coming home to you. And now I'm here, and you can't wait to run off to someone else."

Two minutes.

But it didn't seem to matter anymore. The urgency that had propelled you toward the door was fading, replaced by a different kind of heat.

Caleb's proximity, the intensity of his gaze, the way his thumb traced circles on the inside of your wrist—it was a different kind of danger, one that called to something deep and primal within you.

"I'm not running to someone else," you said, the words half-truth, half-lie. Sylus wasn't Caleb's replacement; he was something else entirely. Something you needed in a different way.

Caleb studied your face, his eyes tracking every microexpression, every flicker of your gaze. Then, slowly, his lips curved into a knowing smile—not warm, not cold, but satisfied.

"There you are," he murmured. "There's my girl."

And you knew he had you. The way your body responded to him—the slight lean toward his warmth, the unconscious parting of your lips, the flutter of your pulse beneath his fingers—gave you away completely.

One minute remained of Sylus's ultimatum, but in that moment, with Caleb's violet eyes holding you captive, ten minutes or ten hours seemed equally distant.

Caleb had always been able to read you like this, even before whatever had happened to him during those missing months. But now there was something new in the way he watched you—something calculated and possessive that should have frightened you but instead sent a shameful thrill down your spine.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Sylus, no doubt, his patience exhausted. But Caleb's hand was already sliding down to interlace his fingers with yours, tugging you gently back toward the living room, away from the door, away from your escape.

"Stay with me," he said, and it wasn't a request. "Whatever—or whoever—is out there can wait."

Zero minutes.

Time was up.

But as Caleb led you deeper into the apartment, his mechanical fingers warm against your skin, you found yourself following, the urgency of your planned meeting with Sylus fading against the more immediate gravity of Caleb's presence.

Caleb guided you to the couch with a gentle but insistent pressure, his mechanical arm sliding around your waist as he settled beside you.

No, not quite beside—he positioned himself around you, one leg bent on the cushion to cage you between his body and the back of the couch.

The leather creaked as he leaned in, his larger frame creating a human fortress that both sheltered and trapped you. His eyes, those impossible violet irises, searched your face with a hunger that made your breath catch.

"Do you have any idea," he whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear, "how empty the apartment feels when you're not here?"

His human hand curled around your jaw, thumb tracing your lower lip with featherlight pressure. "I promised myself I'd be home for Christmas, but that's not enough. I need to be with you now, every day until then."

Your throat tightened and your chest ached with a hollowness that somehow filled you completely, like the moment before tears when you can't tell if you're about to cry from happiness or pain.

You knew what he was doing—manipulating your emotions, leveraging your shared history—but knowing didn't make you immune.

Not when his scent surrounded you, a complex blend of military-issued soap and pine needles that transported you back to Christmas mornings in his arms, before he deployed.

"I've missed you," he continued, pressing his forehead against yours. "Missed this."

His lips found yours with devastating precision, soft at first, then gradually more insistent. He kissed like a man savoring a last meal, thoroughly and with single-minded focus.

His mechanical hand slid up your back, supporting you as he deepened the kiss, while his human fingers traced a burning path from your jaw down your neck, then lower, skimming along your collarbone.

You gasped into his mouth as his hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, his touch warm against your bare skin. He swallowed the sound, then broke away to trail kisses down your throat, lingering at the pulse point where your heartbeat betrayed your growing arousal.

"So responsive," he murmured against your skin. "Always so perfect for me."

The contrast between his words and actions made your head spin.

Sweet praise delivered with such possessive intent, gentle touches that somehow managed to control your every movement. His teeth grazed your neck, not hard enough to mark but deliberate enough to make you shiver.

"Mine," he whispered against your pulse, the word barely audible yet somehow filling the entire room. His mechanical fingers tightened fractionally at your hip, the pressure calibrated to the exact threshold between pleasure and pain.

He shifted, pulling you more firmly against him, and you became acutely aware of just how much larger he was than you.

His military training had sculpted his body into something formidable, broad shoulders and firm muscle that dwarfed your frame. The mechanical arm whirred softly as he cradled you, its enhanced strength evident in how effortlessly he maneuvered you exactly where he wanted.

You felt engulfed by him, surrounded on all sides, and the sensation sent a forbidden thrill through your body.

"You fit against me just right," he said, as if reading your thoughts. His hips shifted subtly, and there was no mistaking the hard ridge pressing against your heated core. "Feel what you do to me? How much I want you?"

The heat of his erection radiated through the layers of clothing separating you. He moved again, more deliberately this time, grinding himself against you with a barely restrained groan that vibrated through your body. His mechanical hand splayed wrapped around your hips, holding you in place as he continued the slow, torturous motion.

"Touch me," he whispered, an edge of desperation creeping into his voice. "Please, I've thought about your hands on me for so long."

The plea in his voice shattered something inside you.

This was Caleb—your Caleb. Your hand trembled slightly as you reached for him, fingers fumbling with his belt before slipping beneath the waistband of his pants.

"Fuck," he breathed as your fingertips brushed against him. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, breath hot against your neck. "Just like that."

You wrapped your hand around him, feeling the velvet hardness, the heat that seemed to pulse beneath your touch. Caleb's hips bucked involuntarily, pushing himself further into your grip as a broken sound escaped his throat. His lips found your neck again, kissing and nipping as you began to stroke him slowly.

"You're so good to me," he murmured between kisses, the praise sending a rush of warmth through your core. "So perfect."

Without warning, his hands gripped your waist, lifting you as if you weighed nothing. He repositioned you on his lap, your back to his chest, legs splayed outside of his. The new position pressed your ass directly against his erection while exposing you to the room—vulnerable, on display.

"Let me show you how much I've missed you," he said, his voice deeper now, roughened by desire.

His hands guided your hips, establishing a rhythm that had you grinding against him in slow, deliberate circles. The friction sent sparks of pleasure up your spine, made more intense by how completely he controlled the motion.

His mechanical arm wrapped around your middle, holding you steady while his human hand began a leisurely exploration of your body.

Starting at your throat, his fingers traced a path downward, pausing to squeeze your breast through your shirt. He kneaded the soft flesh, thumb circling your nipple until it hardened to a sensitive peak. Your head fell back against his shoulder as he continued his exploration, mapping your body like territory he was reclaiming.

"So beautiful," he murmured, his hand sliding down to your stomach, fingers splayed wide as if measuring how small you were compared to him. "All mine."

The possessive edge in his voice should have alarmed you, but instead, it sent a flood of heat between your thighs. His hand continued its downward journey, tracing the waistband of your pants before dipping lower, cupping you through the fabric.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as his fingers pressed against your center, finding the exact spot that made your hips jerk involuntarily. Even through your clothes, his touch was electric, precise, as if he'd memorized every detail of your body.

"Already so wet for me," he observed, his voice a mixture of smugness and wonder. "I can feel you through your pants."

His teeth grazed your earlobe as his fingers increased their pressure, circling your clothed clit with maddening precision. All the while, his hands guided your hips in that slow grind against him.

Your breath caught with each rotation—forward: pressure against your clit, backward: the hard ridge of him pressing exactly where you needed it. Your head lolled back, mouth falling open, eyelids fluttering. The room tilted. His name formed on your lips but dissolved into a whimper before you could speak it.

"Caleb," you breathed, your voice barely recognizable to your own ears.

"I'm here," he answered, his mechanical arm tightening around your waist as his human hand finally, mercifully slipped beneath your waistband. "I'll always be here for you."

His fingers found your bare skin, sliding lower until they encountered the slick evidence of your arousal. The touch was electric, sending a jolt through your body that had you arching against him, pressing yourself more firmly into his hand.

"That's it," he encouraged, his breath hot against your neck. "Show me how much you've missed me too."

"Please," you whimpered, your hips bucking against his teasing fingers. "Touch me more, Caleb."

The need in your voice was raw, unfiltered, all pretense of resistance long abandoned. His mechanical hand tightened slightly around your waist, the whir of its internal mechanisms matching the pounding of your heart as he pressed his lips to the nape of your neck, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.

"Anything for you," he murmured, the words vibrating against your pulse point. "I love when you beg."

His fingers retreated from your heat, but only long enough to work at the button of your pants, deftly unfastening it with practiced ease. The zipper followed, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet apartment.

Caleb hooked his thumbs into the waistband and tugged, sliding the fabric down your thighs. You lifted your hips to assist him, your body responding to his silent commands as if choreographed.

The cool air hit your exposed skin, raising goosebumps that Caleb traced with his warm human hand, a delicious contrast that made you shiver. His touch was reverent as he explored the newly bared flesh, trailing up from your knee, across your inner thigh, and back to where you ached for him.

"So beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "So perfect for me."

His mechanical arm shifted, adjusting your position on his lap to open you further while his human fingers found your center again, this time with no barriers between you. The first touch against your slick folds drew a gasp from your lips, your body arching involuntarily.

Caleb circled your entrance teasingly before dipping one finger inside, so slowly it bordered on torturous.

Your inner walls clenched around the intrusion, greedy for more, and he rewarded your eagerness with a second finger, stretching you in a way that burned so sweetly you couldn't help but moan.

"That's it," he encouraged, curling his fingers to find that spot inside you that made your vision blur. "Let me hear you."

As his fingers established a rhythm—in and out, curling on each withdrawal to hit that perfect spot—his mechanical hand slid up your body.

Metal digits, warmed by your skin, traced the column of your throat before wrapping around it with deliberate pressure. Not enough to restrict your breathing, but enough to remind you of his strength, of how completely he controlled the situation.

"Do you feel that?" he asked, his voice a dark caress in your ear as his grip tightened fractionally. "How perfectly you fit in my hands? How your body was made for me to pleasure?"

The pressure at your throat combined with the skillful movement of his fingers inside you created a heady cocktail of sensations that had your mind spinning.

Your chest rose and fell in tiny movements against the cool metal of his hand, lungs burning for more air than he allowed, while between your legs, your hips jerked helplessly with each curl of his fingers inside you—your body no longer your own to command.

"No one else knows your body like I do," Caleb continued, his words punctuated by the wet sounds of his fingers working inside you. "No one else can make you feel this good." His thumb found your clit, circling the sensitive bud with maddening precision. "You'll always need me, won't you? Always come back to me."

It wasn't a question, not really, but you found yourself nodding anyway, desperate agreement spilling from your lips as the pressure built inside you. His mechanical fingers flexed around your throat, the subtle reminder of his control pushing you closer to the edge.

"That's right," he purred, increasing the pace of his fingers. "I'll always be here for you. Always take care of you. No one else matters."

The dual sensations overwhelmed your senses—his warm human fingers curling inside you, stroking that perfect spot that made your vision blur, while the cool metal of his other hand pressed against your throat just firmly enough to make each shallow breath a delicious struggle.

Your pulse hammered wildly against his mechanical grip as pressure built low in your belly, a molten heat spreading outward until your thighs trembled and your toes curled, the precipice of release looming tantalizingly close. Your hips bucked erratically against his hand, chasing the building pleasure with single-minded focus.

"Let go for me," Caleb commanded, his voice tight with his own restraint. "Come on my fingers, show me how good I make you feel."

The dam broke. Pleasure crashed over you in overwhelming waves, your body seizing as your inner walls clamped down on his fingers. Your eyes rolled back, lids fluttering as you surrendered completely to the sensation.

Caleb's name tore from your throat, a desperate prayer as you rode out the intense orgasm, your body jerking with aftershocks as he continued to work you through it.

"Beautiful," he murmured, pressing kisses to your shoulder, your neck, anywhere his lips could reach as you came down from the high. "So perfect for me."

"So this is why you’ve been late, kitten."

The unfamiliar voice—no, not unfamiliar, horrifyingly familiar—sliced through your post-orgasmic haze like a knife.

Your eyes snapped open to find Sylus standing before you, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway. His crimson eyes gleamed with an emotion you couldn't immediately identify, his platinum hair falling in artful disarray as he tilted his head, taking in the scene before him.

Mortification washed over you in an icy wave. You tried to close your legs, to cover yourself, but Caleb's grip remained firm, his mechanical arm still wrapped around your waist, his human hand still between your thighs.

Worse, you realized with growing horror, he was deliberately spreading his fingers, keeping you open and exposed to Sylus's penetrating gaze.

"Caleb, please," you whispered, tugging futilely at his wrist.

But Caleb merely chuckled, the sound vibrating against your back. You couldn't see his face, but you could feel his satisfaction radiating from him in waves. He was enjoying this—enjoying Sylus seeing you like this, vulnerable and claimed.

"Why would she be with you," Caleb said, his voice a lazy drawl as he addressed Sylus directly, "when she has me?"

The casual possessiveness in his tone made your cheeks burn with shame and something else—something you didn't want to examine too closely. His fingers curled slightly inside you, sending a shiver up your spine that made your breath catch.

The weight of his palm pressed against your thigh, holding you open, exposed. When you tried to shift away, his knuckles flexed deliberately, a silent reminder that made your inner walls clench involuntarily around him.

Sylus's expression shifted, the initial surprise giving way to something darker, more calculating. His crimson eyes narrowed as they traveled from your flushed face down to where Caleb's fingers disappeared inside you, then back up again. A slow smile spread across his face, predatory and promising.

"We'll see about that," he said simply, stepping further into the room, each movement deliberate as a jungle cat stalking its prey.

The air in the apartment seemed to crackle with tension as the two men locked eyes, you caught literally in the middle, your heart hammering in your chest.

This wasn't how you'd imagined your evening going—but as Sylus approached, his intent clear in every line of his body, you realized with a mixture of dread and shameful excitement that your night was far from over.

The space around you shrank to nothing as Sylus advanced, his powerful presence filling the room like smoke. Suddenly you were sandwiched between two formidable men—Caleb still beneath you, his hardness pressing insistently against you, and now Sylus before you, caging you in with arms braced on either side of your head.

The leather couch creaked under the added weight as Sylus leaned in, his crimson eyes locked on yours with an intensity that stole your breath. Trapped between them, you felt small, desired, and dangerously out of control.

Caleb's fingers resumed their movement inside you, a deliberate provocation that drew a gasp from your lips. The sound was swallowed immediately by Sylus, who captured your mouth in a kiss that was nothing like Caleb's measured exploration.

This was possession, pure and raw, his tongue sweeping past your lips to claim every inch of you. He tasted of expensive whiskey and danger, his hands gripping your face to hold you steady for his assault.

Behind you, Caleb growled low in his throat, his mechanical arm tightening around your waist. His fingers curled inside you with renewed purpose, as if determined not to be forgotten in the wake of Sylus's arrival.

Sylus's tongue invaded your mouth as Caleb's fingers pumped into your dripping cunt, the dual assault making your pussy clench and your thighs quiver. Your nipples hardened to aching points, your body a live wire of raw need as you whimpered and writhed between them like the desperate little slut they were turning you into.

Sylus broke the kiss, leaving you gasping for air, only to trace a burning path down your jaw to your neck. At the same time, Caleb's lips found the opposite side of your throat, both men marking you with open-mouthed kisses that would surely leave evidence of this encounter.

The contrast between them was stark—Sylus's kisses were demanding, almost bruising, while Caleb's held a gentleness that belied the possessive grip of his mechanical arm.

"She's so wet," Caleb murmured against your skin, his fingers still working inside you. "Has been since I touched her. She doesn't need you here."

Sylus chuckled, the sound vibrating against your pulse point. "Yet she was rushing to meet me when you intercepted her." His hand slid down to cup your breast, thumb circling your nipple through your shirt. "I wonder what she wanted from me that you couldn't provide?"

"I give her everything she needs," Caleb countered, his voice hardening as his fingers thrust deeper, drawing a moan from you. "Look at how she responds to me."

"To you?" Sylus laughed, the sound dark and rich. "I've barely started touching her, and she's trembling beneath my hands. Imagine what she'll do when I really put effort into it."

Their voices washed over you, their argument about your pleasure as if you weren't present, as if you were merely a prize to be won through superior technique.

It should have been dehumanizing, but instead, heat pooled between your thighs at their words. There was something undeniably arousing about being the center of such focused attention, about being the battlefield for their competing desires.

You reached out, one hand gripping Caleb's thigh behind you, the other fisting in Sylus's shirt, a wordless attempt to silence them, to redirect their attention back to the task at hand rather than their competition.

But the men were too engrossed in their power play to heed your silent request.

So focused were you on their words, on Sylus's hands exploring your body, that you didn't notice Caleb's subtle repositioning, the shift of his hips, the withdrawal of his fingers—until something much larger pressed against your entrance. Your body, slick from arousal and his earlier attention, offered only token resistance as Caleb eased himself inside you with one smooth thrust.

The sudden fullness tore a shocked gasp from your throat, cutting off whatever you'd been about to say to chastise them. Your inner walls clenched around his intrusion, adjusting to his size as he seated himself fully inside you.

"Fuck," Caleb moaned against your ear, his hips grinding upward, pushing himself impossibly deeper. "So perfect for me. You fit me like you were made for this, for taking me inside you."

The praise washed over you in a wave of heat as your body surrendered to the sensation. Sylus pulled back slightly, his crimson eyes narrowing as he observed the change in your expression, the flush spreading across your chest, the way your lips parted on each shallow breath. Understanding dawned on his face, followed by a predatory smile.

"Sneaky," he commented to Caleb, but there was appreciation in his tone rather than anger. His hands moved to your shirt, deftly unbuttoning it to expose more of your skin to his hungry gaze. "But two can play at that game."

Sylus lowered his head, trailing kisses down your newly exposed skin. His lips were cool against your heated flesh, raising goosebumps in their wake.

He worked methodically, removing each piece of remaining clothing with practiced ease while his mouth mapped every inch of you. His hands gripped you everywhere—your shoulders, your waist, your breasts—leaving temporary imprints that branded you as claimed.

All the while, Caleb maintained a steady rhythm beneath you, his mechanical hand guiding your hips in small circles that had him hitting spots inside you that made your vision blur.

Caleb's cock dragged against that perfect spot deep inside you with each measured thrust, while Sylus's cool lips left fiery trails across your collarbone.

Your thighs quivered uncontrollably, caught between Caleb's mechanical grip and Sylus's wandering hands, your breath coming in stuttered gasps that neither man seemed to notice—or perhaps they simply enjoyed the way you struggled to remain conscious as pleasure short-circuited your brain.

Sylus left a trail of hickeys down your stomach, marking his territory as he descended. His strong hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wider, exposing you fully to his gaze. The position folded you nearly in half, your knees pushed toward your chest, leaving you completely vulnerable to both men's attentions.

"Beautiful," Sylus murmured, his breath hot against your most sensitive flesh. His eyes flicked up, meeting yours with wicked intent before his mouth descended, tongue flattening against your clit in a broad stroke that had your back arching off Caleb's chest.

The first touch of Sylus's tongue against your core sent a shock wave through your system. Combined with Caleb's continued thrusts, it created an overwhelming circuit of pleasure that short-circuited your brain. Sylus worked with expert precision, sucking and licking at your clit while Caleb filled you from below, their rhythms somehow complementary despite their competition.

"Fuck, look at her," Caleb groaned, his pace increasing as he watched Sylus pleasure you. "She's gonna cum again."

"She is," Sylus agreed, his voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh. "All over my tongue, while you watch."

The tension built inside you like a spring wound too tight, pleasure coiling at the base of your spine, radiating outward with each thrust of Caleb's hips, each flick of Sylus's tongue.

When it finally broke, it was with an intensity that bordered on pain. Your body convulsed between them, inner walls clenching rhythmically around Caleb as a flood of release gushed from you.

The force of your orgasm was so strong it pushed Caleb out of you, your body's contractions expelling him as you squirted across Sylus's face.

Rather than pull away, Sylus moaned against you, drinking in your release as Caleb's mechanical hand moved to the back of his head, holding him firmly in place against your pulsing core.

"That's it," Caleb encouraged, his voice strained as he watched you come undone. "Give it all to him. Show him who you really belong to."

Sylus groaned against you, the vibration prolonging your pleasure as he lapped at your release, his crimson eyes locked on yours with an intensity that promised retribution for this momentary submission.

"My turn," Sylus growled, the sound vibrating through your still-trembling body.

His crimson eyes, darkened to the color of spilled blood, held a predatory gleam as he maintained his grip on your thighs. Rather than releasing you after your intense orgasm, he pressed your legs further back, keeping them folded until your knees nearly touched your shoulders. Your body, still sensitive and buzzing from release, offered no resistance as he positioned you exactly how he wanted.

Suddenly, the pressure of Sylus's hands disappeared, yet your legs remained suspended in their folded position. The air around your limbs seemed to thicken, an invisible force holding you in place.

Caleb's mechanical arm whirred softly as he extended it past you, his gravity Evol creating an unseen harness that kept you displayed and vulnerable.

"Let me help with that," Caleb murmured, his voice a dark velvet against your ear. "I want to see everything he does to you."

The casual demonstration of his power sent a fresh wave of heat through your core. With your legs suspended by Caleb's Evol, you were exposed even more obscenely than before, your glistening cunt on full display for Sylus's hungry gaze.

Sylus stood at the edge of the couch, his eyes never leaving your body as he began to undress. There was something performative in his movements, a deliberate slowness as he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the lean muscle beneath. His platinum hair caught the dim light as he shrugged the fabric from his shoulders, letting it fall forgotten to the floor.

All the while, Caleb's human hand returned to your sensitized flesh, fingers circling your clit with feather-light touches that had you squirming in his invisible bonds. Each time you bucked against his hand, more of your arousal spilled from you, evidence of your continued desire despite your recent release.

"Look how wet she still is," Caleb observed, his tone smug as he gathered your slickness on his fingers. "No one makes her this way but me."

Sylus's only response was a knowing smirk as he unfastened his belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a soft hiss. His pants and underwear followed, revealing his impressive erection, already fully hard and curving slightly toward his stomach. He wrapped a hand around himself, stroking slowly as he watched Caleb play with your oversensitive flesh.

"She's responsive, I'll give you that," Sylus finally said, his voice a low purr as he stepped up onto the couch, his powerful thighs bracketing your shoulders. "But let's see how she responds to me."

Without warning, he pressed the head of his cock against your lips, his intention unmistakable. Your mouth opened instinctively, allowing him entry as he cupped the back of your head with one large hand.

"That's it, kitten," he praised, his crimson eyes locked on yours as he fed more of himself into your mouth. "Take all of me."

The angle was awkward but effective, allowing Sylus to control the depth of his thrusts as he began to move. His grip on your hair tightened, not painfully but with enough pressure to remind you of his dominance. His hips worked in short, controlled movements at first, letting you adjust to his size before he began to push deeper.

"Fuck, your mouth is perfect," Sylus groaned, his composure slipping as you hollowed your cheeks around him. "Hot and wet, just like that pretty cunt of yours."

Behind you, Caleb continued his ministrations while removing his clothes, his fingers now pressing inside you again, curling to find that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes.

Sylus's thick shaft stretched your lips wide as Caleb's fingers curled inside your dripping heat, both men claiming you at once. Each time Sylus pushed deeper into your throat, Caleb's digits pressed against that swollen spot inside you, creating a pulsing rhythm of fullness that had you whimpering and sucking harder, your body caught in a delicious feedback loop of being taken, used, and worshipped simultaneously.

"She likes that," Caleb observed, his voice tight with restraint. "The vibrations when she moans around your cock."

Sylus's rhythm faltered for a moment, his eyes closing briefly in pleasure before he regained control. When his gaze met yours again, there was a new intensity there, a determination that sent a thrill of anticipation down your spine.

"I made her squirt," Caleb said suddenly, the smug pride in his voice unmistakable. "Did you see how she gushed all over your face? Never done that before, have you, pipsqueak?"

Your answer was impossible, muffled by Sylus's cock as he continued to thrust between your lips. But Sylus didn't need your confirmation; his eyes narrowed at Caleb's claim, a competitive fire igniting in their crimson depths.

"You think you made her squirt?" Sylus laughed, the sound dark and challenging. "Your cock wasn't even inside her anymore. It was my mouth that pushed her over the edge."

"My fingers were still working her," Caleb countered, demonstrating with a particularly deep thrust that had you arching against him. "I know exactly how to touch her to make her come undone."

The argument continued over your head, their voices growing more heated as they debated who deserved credit for your explosive orgasm.

It was surreal, being discussed so clinically while both men were actively pleasuring you, but there was something undeniably arousing about being the prize in their competitive game.

"Enough talk," Sylus finally said, withdrawing from your mouth with a wet sound that would have embarrassed you under other circumstances. "I'll show you who can make her squirt."

He moved with fluid grace, repositioning himself between your suspended legs. His hands gripped your thighs, taking over from Caleb's gravity manipulation as he lined himself up with your entrance.

"Watch and learn," Sylus directed at Caleb, then thrust forward in one smooth movement that seated him fully inside you.

The sudden stretch drew a shocked cry from your lips, your body arching off the couch at the intrusion. Sylus was larger than Caleb, filling you in a way that bordered on too much but somehow remained on the pleasurable side of pain.

"Fuck, she's tight," Sylus groaned, his composure slipping as your inner walls clenched around him. "Still so wet from coming on my tongue."

Before you could adjust to the feeling of fullness, Caleb shifted beneath you. His mechanical hand gripped your hip, lifting you slightly as he positioned himself at your other entrance.

"Don't forget about me," he murmured, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your ass. The earlier wetness had provided some lubrication, easing the way as he pushed inside with careful precision.

The sensation of both men filling you simultaneously was overwhelming—too much and yet somehow not enough.

Your body stretched to accommodate them, nerve endings firing with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Sylus used his Evol on your legs, folding them further until they were practically beside your head, the position opening you completely to his penetration.

"Like an animal in heat," Sylus observed, his voice rough as he began to move, setting a brutal pace that had the couch creaking beneath you. Each thrust drove him deeper, his cock hitting spots inside you that sent waves of pleasure crashing through your system.

Caleb, by contrast, remained largely still, allowing Sylus's movements to drive you back onto his length. Sylus drove into you like a jackhammer, each thrust jolting your body forward, only for Caleb to catch you with his steady presence behind, holding you in place as you slid back onto him.

Your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent scream as lightning shot up your spine, your fingers curling into claws against the couch cushions, unable to remember your own name.

"Look at her," Sylus growled to Caleb, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. "Taking both of us so well."

"She was made for this," Caleb agreed, his mechanical arm whirring as he adjusted his grip on your hip. "Made for us."

Their voices mingled in your ears, competitive moans and groans that seemed to increase in volume with each thrust, each withdrawal. They were performing for each other as much as for you, each trying to prove their dominance through the sounds of pleasure they could draw from you.

Caught between them, filled beyond capacity and drowning in sensation, you surrendered completely to the experience, your body no longer your own but a conduit for their pleasure and competition.

The pressure built inside you again, a tidal wave gathering force as both men worked your body with skilled precision.

Your muscles tensed, thighs trembling in Sylus's Evol as the familiar tightness coiled at the base of your spine.

When it broke, it was with a violence that surprised even you—fluid gushed from your core, soaking Sylus's abdomen and thighs as your inner walls clamped down rhythmically around him. The force of your orgasm was so strong it nearly pushed him out, just as it had done to Caleb earlier.

"Fuck," Sylus hissed, his crimson eyes widening as he witnessed your release. Unlike Caleb, however, he seemed prepared for this reaction. Rather than allowing himself to be expelled, he drove forward with renewed determination, fighting against the contractions of your body to maintain his position deep inside you.

"That's it, sweetie," he growled, his platinum hair falling forward as he leaned in, maintaining the pressure. "Give me everything."

Behind you, Caleb's mechanical hand tightened on your hip, his human arm wrapping around your waist to hold you steady against the force of your own orgasm. He'd learned from his earlier experience, adjusting his grip to prevent being pushed out of your body again.

"See that?" Sylus directed at Caleb, his voice strained but triumphant as your release continued to coat him. "This is what happens when you know what you're doing."

Caleb's response was to pull your hips more firmly against him, seating himself impossibly deeper in your ass. The sensation of being so completely filled, even as you were still riding the waves of your orgasm, drew a broken sob from your throat.

"Fuck, do it again," Caleb demanded, but it wasn't clear if he was speaking to you or to Sylus. His breath came in hot pants against your neck, his own control clearly slipping. "Make her squirt again."

Sylus's eyes flashed at the challenge, a predatory smile spreading across his face. "With pleasure," he replied, adjusting his grip on your thighs to spread you even wider.

The two men began to move in tandem, finding a rhythm that had them alternating their thrusts—Sylus pushing in as Caleb withdrew, then Caleb driving forward as Sylus pulled back.

Your vision blurred at the edges, mouth falling open in a silent "oh" as your fingers clawed at nothing. The room spun, dissolved, disappeared entirely. There was only the push-pull rhythm of their bodies, only lightning crackling up your spine, only the wet heat where they filled you completely.

Caleb's human hand slipped between your bodies, finding your clit with unerring accuracy. His fingers circled the sensitive bud, adding yet another layer to the overwhelming stimulation. At the same time, Sylus dug his fingertips into the soft flesh of your thighs, using his grip to control the angle and depth of his penetration.

Their eyes met over your body, a silent communication passing between them. For all their verbal sparring and competition, there was something almost collaborative in the way they worked your body now, each reading the other's movements to maximize your pleasure—and by extension, their own triumph.

Caleb flicked your clit with practiced skill, his gaze never leaving Sylus's face as he deliberately pushed you toward another peak. The challenge was clear in his violet eyes: match this.

Sylus responded by adjusting his angle, the head of his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you with each thrust. Caleb's finger circled your clit in tight, knowing spirals while Sylus angled his hips just so, the ridge of his cock dragging against that spot inside that made your vision blur at the edges.

Your thighs began to tremble uncontrollably, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as your hips bucked between them of their own accord, chasing a pleasure your mind couldn't comprehend but your body somehow still craved.

As the pleasure built, you watched Sylus's face transform. His usual composed expression gave way to something rawer, more primal. His lips parted, his breathing grew ragged, and a fine sheen of sweat made his skin glow in the dim light. The sight of him losing control was nearly as arousing as the physical sensations rocking your body.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," Sylus groaned, his rhythm faltering slightly as his own pleasure mounted. "So tight, so wet for me."

A drop of saliva escaped his parted lips, falling onto your chest and sliding between your breasts. The sight of it—this physical evidence of his loss of control—sent a fresh surge of arousal through you.

Sylus noticed your reaction, a knowing gleam entering his crimson eyes as he deliberately let more drool slip from his mouth, a filthy display that had you clenching around him involuntarily.

"You like that?" he asked, voice rough with desire. "Like seeing what you do to me?"

Before you could answer, he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was all consuming heat and desperation. His tongue invaded your mouth, mimicking the actions of his cock below, claiming every part of you he could reach. The taste of him—whiskey and something darker, more primal—flooded your senses as he devoured you.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were left gasping for air, your lips swollen and sensitive from his attention. "More," you pleaded, surprising yourself with the neediness in your voice. "Kiss me again, Sylus."

A smug smile curved his lips at your request, satisfaction evident in every line of his face. "Gladly, kitten," he purred, leaning in to claim your mouth once more.

Behind you, Caleb stiffened, a low growl rumbling in his chest at the exchange. His mechanical hand moved from your hip to your throat, applying gentle pressure as he turned your head toward him, breaking your kiss with Sylus.

"Don't forget who had you first," Caleb murmured, his violet eyes dark with jealousy and arousal. He crushed his lips against yours, the kiss more possessive than passionate as he stared challengingly at Sylus over your shoulder.

Unlike his usual measured approach, this kiss was messy, almost desperate. His tongue pushed past your lips without preamble, reclaiming territory that Sylus had just explored. The taste of him was different—cleaner, with hints of mint and something metallic that reminded you of his mechanical arm.

You were caught in the crossfire of their competitive desire, your body the battlefield and your pleasure the prize. Caleb's hand remained on your throat as he kissed you, the pressure just enough to remind you of his strength without restricting your breathing.

Sylus, not to be outdone, leaned in again, his lips finding the corner of your mouth. Caleb's tongue pushed past your teeth, claiming every inch it could reach while Sylus hovered at the edge of your mouth, his breath hot against your skin.

The tip of his tongue darted out, catching the corner where your lips met Caleb's. Your body jerked. Again—a quick, wet flick that made your toes curl. Caleb growled into your mouth. A thin thread of saliva broke from your bottom lip, sliding cool down your chin as your vision blurred at the edges.

Then, with a boldness that shocked you, Sylus pushed forward, his tongue slipping into the kiss alongside Caleb's. The sensation was foreign, exhilarating—two tongues exploring your mouth simultaneously, sometimes tangling with each other in a display that was as much about their competition as it was about pleasuring you.

The sight and sensation of the two men kissing around and through you, their tongues meeting in your mouth, pushed Caleb over the edge. His rhythm faltered, his grip on your throat tightening fractionally as he groaned into the three-way kiss. You felt the hot pulse of his release inside you, filling you as his hips jerked erratically against your back.

The sound of Caleb's pleasure, the feeling of his orgasm, and the continued pressure of both tongues in your mouth triggered Sylus's release as well. He broke the kiss with a guttural moan, his head falling back as he drove himself deep one final time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside you.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice wrecked as the aftershocks of his orgasm rippled through him. "God damn."

The three of you remained locked together for several heartbeats, a tangle of limbs and shared breath as the intensity of the moment slowly ebbed. Then, with careful movements that betrayed how overstimulated you all were, Caleb and Sylus withdrew from your body, leaving you feeling strangely empty after being so completely filled.

Your limbs felt weighted with satisfaction, body humming with aftershocks as Caleb gently maneuvered you. His mechanical arm whirred softly as he lifted you with effortless strength, repositioning you so you were sitting properly on the couch, your back against the cushions.

Your legs fell open naturally, still trembling slightly from exertion as Caleb arranged himself on the floor before you. A moment later, Sylus joined him, both men kneeling between your spread thighs like supplicants before an altar, their eyes dark with renewed hunger despite their recent release.

"Look at this mess we've made," Caleb murmured, his violet eyes taking in the sight of your well-used body, glistening with a mixture of your arousal and their release. His human hand traced the inside of your thigh, collecting a droplet of combined fluids on his fingertip. "We should clean her up, don't you think?"

Sylus's crimson gaze moved from your face down to your core, his expression shifting from satisfied to predatory once more. "I was thinking the same thing," he agreed, his voice a rough purr that sent fresh shivers down your spine.

Without further discussion, both men leaned forward, their intentions unmistakable. The first touch of their tongues against your sensitive flesh—Caleb on the right, Sylus on the left—drew a startled gasp from your lips.

You were oversensitive from the multiple orgasms they'd already wrung from your body, but instead of backing away, they adjusted their approach, their touches becoming gentler, more deliberate.

Caleb's tongue traced along your outer folds, gathering the evidence of your shared pleasure with meticulous care. Sylus, meanwhile, focused on the crease where your thigh met your sex, cleaning away the trails of fluid that had escaped there. The sight of their heads between your thighs, working in tandem to taste and clean you, was almost as arousing as the physical sensation of their tongues.

"You taste like us," Sylus murmured against your skin, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. "So fucking good."

Caleb hummed in agreement, the vibration sending a jolt through your overstimulated nerves. His mechanical hand curled around your thigh, holding you open as his tongue dipped inside you, collecting more of the mingled essences there. When he withdrew, his lips and chin glistened with moisture.

Caleb's tongue stilled against you. His violet eyes flicked sideways, locking onto Sylus. The corner of his mouth lifted—just barely—as he slowly turned his head.

A single glistening thread of fluid stretched from his bottom lip to your inner thigh, catching the light before breaking. Sylus met him halfway, their mouths coming together in a kiss that was as much about sharing your taste as it was about their own pleasure.

The sight was mesmerizing—Caleb's dark hair contrasting with Sylus's platinum locks as they kissed deeply between your spread legs. Their tongues visibly tangled in the space between their parted lips, slick and pink, exchanging glistening threads of pearlescent fluid that caught the light before breaking and reforming.

Caleb's tongue curled possessively around Sylus's, both men's eyes half-lidded as they shared the mingled taste of you and themselves in an obscene, hypnotic dance that had your breath catching in your throat, your pulse hammering in your ears.

Caleb's hand moved to the back of Sylus's neck, holding him in place as he deepened the kiss, while Sylus's fingers gripped Caleb's shoulder, nails digging into the skin there.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily, lips swollen and wet with shared saliva and the evidence of their earlier activities. The look that passed between them was charged with something beyond competition now—a mutual appreciation, perhaps, or a shared understanding of the pleasure they could create together.

"More," Caleb demanded, his voice rough with renewed desire. He dipped his head back to your core, gathering another taste before turning back to Sylus, who eagerly accepted the offering.

This time, their kiss was even more aggressive, almost violent in its intensity. Sylus fisted his hand in Caleb's hair, tugging sharply as their tongues battled for dominance.

The wet sounds of their kissing filled the room, punctuated by occasional groans that vibrated through your thighs where they pressed against you.

Caleb's throat worked as he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, while Sylus's fingers dug crescents into his rival's shoulder. Their mouths crashed together again, a wet, hungry sound filling the room as Sylus's platinum hair fell across Caleb's dark brow.

The muscles in their jaws flexed and released with each desperate movement, neither yielding, both consuming. Your pulse quickened as Caleb's fingers tightened in Sylus's hair, their lips no longer battling for dominance over yours, but hungrily seeking each other.

The wet sound of their kiss sent a fresh wave of heat between your thighs, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from the place where Sylus's tongue slipped between Caleb's parted lips—the same lips that had just been pressed against your most intimate places.

Heat pooled between your thighs again, your body responding to the visual stimulus despite how thoroughly you'd been satisfied already.

Without conscious thought, your hand drifted down your body, fingers finding your still-sensitive clit. The first touch sent a jolt through your system, but you didn't withdraw, instead beginning to circle the swollen bud with light, teasing strokes.

Neither men seemed to notice at first, too engrossed in their passionate exchange to register your movement. This gave you the freedom to watch them unobserved, to take in the play of muscles beneath skin, the way Sylus's pale hair fell forward as Caleb pulled him closer, the contrast of Caleb's mechanical hand against Sylus's very human flesh.

Your fingers moved faster as their kiss deepened, your arousal building with each flick of their tongues, each muffled groan that escaped their joined mouths. There was something forbidden about touching yourself while watching them, as if you were spying on an intimate moment rather than participating in it.

The thought sent a fresh surge of heat through your core, your fingers growing slicker as you worked yourself toward another peak. Your breathing quickened, soft pants that gradually drew the attention of both men. Their kiss broke as they turned toward you, eyes widening as they took in the sight of your hand between your legs.

"Look at her," Sylus murmured, his voice thick with appreciation. "Getting herself off watching us."

"Fucking beautiful," Caleb agreed, his violet eyes darkening as he tracked the movement of your fingers. "Don't stop, pips. Show us how you like it."

Their attention only heightened your arousal, your fingers moving faster, pressing harder as they watched with hungry eyes. The way they looked at you—like you were something precious and desirable, something to be devoured—pushed you closer to the edge. When Sylus and Caleb leaned in to kiss again, their eyes still fixed on your working hand, the combined visual stimuli sent you hurtling over the precipice.

Your orgasm crashed through you with unexpected force, your back arching off the couch as pleasure radiated outward from your core. Fluid gushed from you in a powerful stream, catching both men by surprise as it sprayed across their faces and chests. Instead of pulling away, they moved closer, positioning themselves directly in the path of your release.

"Fuck, yes," Caleb groaned, tilting his head back, mouth open to catch the spray. Beside him, Sylus did the same, his crimson eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure as your release splashed across his lips and tongue.

The sight of them willingly accepting your squirt, eagerly drinking it down, prolonged your orgasm, each pulse of pleasure accompanied by another gush of fluid that they greedily consumed.

When the last aftershock had rippled through you, both men were soaked, their hair plastered to their foreheads, their skin glistening with your release.

Without hesitation, they turned to each other again, sharing another deep kiss that mixed your essence between them. Then, as if by unspoken agreement, they both leaned forward, bringing their mouths to your oversensitive sex.

Your spine arched off the couch as their tongues traced different patterns against you—Caleb's slow circles contrasting with Sylus's quick flicks. Your fingers found platinum strands on one side, dark waves on the other, twisting and gripping as electricity shot from your core to your fingertips, your toes curling against the cushions.

They took turns licking into you, sometimes with individual strokes, sometimes with their tongues working in tandem, occasionally breaking away to kiss each other with your taste fresh on their lips.

"Perfect," Sylus murmured against your sensitive flesh, the word more felt than heard. "So fucking perfect."

Caleb hummed in agreement, the vibration sending fresh sparks of pleasure through your system as they continued their tender ministrations, cleaning away every trace of your shared pleasure with devoted attention.

Your body felt deliciously spent, limbs heavy with satisfaction as both men finally pulled away from between your thighs.

Caleb was the first to move upward, pressing gentle kisses along your stomach, between your breasts, up your neck, until he reached your lips. His kiss was tender now, without the earlier desperation, as his human hand cupped your cheek with surprising softness. When he pulled back, Sylus took his place, his lips equally gentle against yours, his crimson eyes searching your face.

"Are you okay?" Sylus murmured, his thumb brushing away a strand of hair that had stuck to your damp forehead. The concern in his voice was genuine, a stark contrast to his earlier predatory intensity. "We weren't too rough?"

Caleb's mechanical hand rested on your shoulder, the metal warmed from contact with your skin. "Tell us if we hurt you," he added, violet eyes scanning your body as if checking for injuries. "We got carried away."

The shift in their demeanor was striking—two men who moments ago had been locked in fierce competition over your pleasure, now united in their concern for your wellbeing.

You stretched slightly, taking inventory of your body. You were sore, certainly, in places that would remind you of this encounter with every movement tomorrow, but it was a pleasant ache, a souvenir of pleasure rather than pain.

"I'm perfect," you assured them, your voice slightly hoarse from moaning. "Just... extremely sticky."

A smile tugged at Sylus's lips as he glanced down at your sweat-slicked skin, marked with evidence of your shared activities. "That can be remedied," he said, rising to his feet with fluid grace despite having spent the last hour in various strenuous positions. Without warning, he bent down and scooped you into his arms, lifting you effortlessly against his chest. "A bath is in order, I think."

Your head fell naturally against his shoulder as he carried you, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear oddly comforting. Behind you, Caleb followed, his footsteps quiet on the carpeted floor as you made your way to the bathroom.

The apartment's bathroom was spacious, with a large sunken tub that could easily accommodate all three of you.

Caleb moved past Sylus, turning his attention to the bath. His mechanical arm whirred softly as he adjusted the taps, testing the water temperature with his human hand before adding bath salts that filled the room with the scent of lavender and sandalwood.

"Not too hot," he instructed Sylus, who still held you partially supported against his chest. "She's sensitive right now."

Sylus rolled his eyes but didn't contradict him, instead pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "I think she knows what temperature she likes," he countered, though there was less bite in his words than before. "Don't you, kitten?"

The familiar pattern was emerging again—their subtle competition for authority, for who knew you better, for who could take better care of you.

It might have been annoying if it weren't so endearing, this strange dynamic where they fought over you while simultaneously working together to ensure your comfort.

Steam began to fill the bathroom as the tub filled, creating a misty atmosphere that softened the edges of everything. Caleb tested the water again, adding cold until he was satisfied with the temperature, then turned to face you both.

"Perfect," he declared, extending his hand toward you. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you cleaned up."

Sylus made a soft sound of disagreement in his throat. "I'll help her in," he said, his arms tightening slightly around you. "You've had her to yourself enough times."

"I'm her brother," Caleb replied, the word carrying a weight of history and complicated emotions that belied its simple meaning. "I should be the one taking care of her."

"Brother," Sylus repeated with a raised eyebrow, his tone making it clear what he thought of that particular designation after what had just transpired in the living room. "Is that what we're calling it now? Because siblings don't usually—"

"Don't start," Caleb cut him off, his violet eyes narrowing. "You know what I mean. I've known her longer. I understand what she needs."

"And yet she was rushing to meet me tonight," Sylus pointed out, a smug smile playing around his lips. "Must be something I provide that you don't."

"That was—"

"Stop," you interjected, your voice stronger than you expected given how exhausted your body felt. "Both of you. I'm sitting right here."

They had the grace to look momentarily abashed, though neither fully relented in their stance. Sylus's arms remained protectively around you, while Caleb's hand stayed extended, waiting for you to take it. The tension in the steam-filled bathroom was palpable, their earlier collaboration giving way once again to rivalry.

"I need you both to shut up," you continued, fixing each with a pointed look. "Or I swear to god, I will call Gideon—" Caleb's expression shifted to alarm at the mention of his friend "—and tell him exactly how you lost No Nut November."

Caleb's extended hand dropped immediately to his side, his eyes widening in something akin to horror. "You wouldn't."

"And Luke and Kieran," you added, turning your gaze to Sylus, whose smug smile had frozen on his face. "I'm sure they'd be fascinated to hear all about their boss's... activities tonight."

The reaction was immediate and deeply satisfying. Sylus's arms loosened around you as he straightened, clearing his throat. "That's... unnecessary," he said carefully, all trace of smugness vanished.

"Completely unnecessary," Caleb agreed quickly, suddenly finding the pattern of the bathroom tiles intensely interesting. "We were just... discussing options."

"No, you were measuring dicks again," you corrected, unable to suppress a smile at their discomfort. "And while that was entertaining earlier, now I just want to soak in that bath without listening to you two argue about who made me feel better or who gets to spend more time with me."

The silence that followed was broken only by the soft lapping of water against the sides of the tub. Then, surprisingly, Sylus chuckled, the sound genuine and warm.

"Fair enough," he conceded, helping you slide down from the counter. "Truce, Caleb?"

Caleb hesitated only briefly before nodding, his mechanical arm extending to help steady you as you moved toward the bath. "Truce. For now."

Wanna nut?

"I am, now duck before I remove your arm instead of the Wanderer's."

You sigh as you click a new magazine into your gun, about to order them to stop (again) when they simultaneously turn to face you and shout, "Kitten" and "Look out!"

But you're already dropping low and rolling away as the knave's scythe-like blade slices through the air, crashing into the stone pillar you'd been using as a cover. The impact sends a rumble through the warehouse as you scramble over the cracked concrete and behind a large storage container, the metal rusted and warped from years of neglect.

Wincing at the new ache you know you'll have in your shoulder come morning, you bite out at your bickering companions, "I'm good! Can we focus on incapacitating this thing faster, please?"

You inhale the scent of mold and iron as the structure around you groans from the movement of your unexpected battle, support beams listing, concrete crumbling. The winter chill from outside seeps through the fissures in the ceiling and into your bones. Moonlight pours down in thin streams, catching on the drifting dust, the golden adornment's of Caleb’s uniform, the pale strands of Sylus' hair.

"Already on it, pips." The sound of three clean gunshots echoes through the space, followed by a feral screech and the click of a reload. "I just need to make sure he stays outta my way."

After discovering just how deeply Ever was rooted at the center of every thread you'd been pulling, you realized that the only way to reach the truth was to approach it from every possible angle.

If you wanted to get to the bottom of it and uncover everything this meant for you and your origins, you needed to start putting some puzzle pieces together. And Caleb up in Skyhaven, with the authority and access that came with his rank, as well as Sylus, the most powerful figure entrenched in the N109 Zone, where dark secrets hid and malicious conspiracies festered, seemed like the perfect way to start.

Funnily enough, convincing them to work with each other had been harder than convincing either to dig into Ever. Caleb refused to believe that you could stay safe in the company of someone wanted by the Fleet, Hunter's Association, and pretty much every other organization in Linkon, while Sylus didn’t buy a word of Caleb’s explanations for his disappearance. Or his role in the Farspace Fleet.

Still, the uneasy truce that formed between them had made the three of you an unexpectedly powerful force to be reckoned with. With the Association, the N109 Zone, and the Fleet all on your radar, you’d unearthed layers of Ever's corruption, proof of Wanderer experimentation, and finally started chasing real leads — one of which brought you to this storage facility on the outskirts of Charon.

When you stand back up to rejoin the fight, you feel a warm hand rest against your lower back, guiding you forward as a sardonic voice rasps behind you, "Me? Stay out of your way? Remind me-" Sylus' other hand appears over your right shoulder, parallel to your outstretched arms, and shoots twice at the knave's head as you get closer "-how'd the first Wanderer that attacked us get taken care of, hm?"

Though none of you look at the dead Wanderer near the entrance, you all know Sylus’ quick reaction and that powerful burst of his evol had given you and Caleb the seconds you needed to anticipate the knave that appeared right after.

The fact that you or your Hunter’s watch hadn’t even picked up a flicker of metaflux had sent a wave of unease through all of you, however. Since when have Wanderers been able to stay hidden from you?

"Could these be some of the altered ones?" The thought strikes as you move away from Sylus to support Caleb's other side.

It's more of an observation than a question, but you know you're all on the same page when Sylus' brow raises. And as he heads to the other end of the room to attack from a different angle, Caleb considers, "From the looks of it, the dead one didn't have a normal-looking protocore. And this one hasn't even activated its protofield."

A surge in odd Wanderers had been making waves in the news lately, sparking rumours of new species and a call for increased Hunter coverage. But it isn't enhanced abilities or even their appearance that makes them unique. It's their protofields.

Nero and Simone mentioned dangerously unpredictable energy levels and cited two Hunter teams that'd been affected: one duo went missing inside one for three days and reappeared without any memory of the encounter, the other pair made it out of the protofield but haven't spoken to each other since.

Considering all this confirms Ever's experimentation rather than any "new species," it explains why the other encounters were so strange.

“Then this isn't a random Wanderer attack," Sylus says.

"It's an ambush," you conclude, firing off a few shots at the knave's shoulder joints, hoping to disconnect the scythe from its body. All it does is screech again.

"Look's like someone's onto us." Caleb crouches low and aims a couple of well-placed shots at its legs. "But planting altered Wanderers? That's a bold move."

"Bold... or desperate," Sylus adds, instinctively aligning himself with Caleb's position, holstering his gun and raising his fists in preparation for the dazed knave's next move. Just a few more shots and it'll go down, you think.

“Desperate's good, it means we're close to something," you mutter as you click in one last clip. "And desperate people make mistakes.”

Though you don't think you could ever get away with saying it out loud, you’d noticed in the few months you’d been around them that there's a lot of similarities between Sylus and Caleb. The way they lead their people, the way they plan ten steps ahead of everyone else in the room, the way they gather intel through secrets and surveillance. Honestly, with how observant they both are, it's a miracle they haven't noticed their mirrored expressions sometimes: the same smirk, the same glare, the same flare of their nostrils.

Or, right now, the same grin in reaction to what you've said, a mixture of pride and affection.

It’s the sort of look that should irritate you. Feel belittling or patronizing in the way they seem to delight in the ordinary things you do. But making Caleb proud had long since become instinct to you, a reflex carved into your bones since childhood. And from a man who wasn’t impressed by much, earning Sylus’ admiration always felt like being seen.

Suddenly, the Wanderer jerks upright with a sound like metal tearing against stone. Sylus takes the opportunity first. Energy coils from his hand, a long tendril of black-red mist snaking through the air and wrapping around its midsection. But as he clenches his fist and prepares to pull the rope of energy back toward him, the creature convulses, its entire frame snapping in a violent surge before swiping at him.

"Sylus!" you call out, firing bullets at its weapon appendage in an attempt to help.

There's no need though, Sylus doesn't even break his concentration as a violet and orange light flare in front of him, bending gravity into a protective barrier seconds before the Wanderer's arm slams into it. Sparks flare as the impact ripples through the air and you widen your stance when the floor trembles beneath you.

“Nice timing,” Sylus quips, finally condensing his evol and pulling, eliciting the loudest shriek from the knave yet. Caleb capitalizes on the opening and the barrier in front of Sylus disappears right as he slams his hand, pistol first, to the ground, pulsing a wave of force toward the creature.

The Wanderer rockets upward, smashing against the crumbling ceiling with a crack. Dust and stone start to rain down, and before you can even think to dodge, you feel yourself yanked by the waist, boots skidding against the concrete to plant themselves at Caleb's side as a large section of the ceiling crashes down.

"Always pullin' you away from trouble," he teases.

"Yeah, trouble you always cause," you laugh, bracing your back against his side and firing two quick rounds into the creature’s chest as it falls.

Fissures form along its armor when it crashes down, writhing, screeching, dragging its blade across the floor in a frantic arc.

Sylus and Caleb react at the same time, and the synchrony of it makes you smile. Sylus’ mist unfurls in a black-red wave, wrapping around the Wanderer's weaponized limb like a snare, while Caleb channels gravity’s weight into its body, the concrete beneath it cracking from the pressure.

“Now,” Sylus growls through clenched teeth.

“Do it, pips.” Caleb presses the thrashing creature harder against the floor, both guns aimed at its head.

You try to steady your hand despite the breaths sawing in and out of your lungs. Ignoring the biting chill of the air numbing your fingers. Ignoring the sudden beeping coming from your watch. Ignoring the creature's protocore, which starts to glow brighter as you take a deep breath.

But just as you squeeze the trigger, everything goes white.

For a few seconds, all you hear are shouts of your name, but by the time you realize it, you can’t make them out anymore, can't feel any sensations.

And by the time you fully lose consciousness, you don't remember if you heard the sound of the killing shot at all.

The first thing your body registers is the warmth.

It’s heavy, enveloping. The kind that presses down on your skin, wrapping around you like a weighted duvet, from your ankles all the way up to the divots of your temples.

You twitch your fingers and find they’re not numb from the cold anymore. Flex your shoulders; the adrenaline that had burned through your muscles is gone. You inhale; no damp, rusty scent in the air. It actually smells familiar, like wood cleaner and linen, a little like…

Your eyes flutter open.

A soft glow blurs your vision first, amber light flickering until your eyes focus on the fireplace a few feet away from you. Logs crackle quietly inside a frame of yellow-toned wood, the finish warm like honey. The flames dance lazily, most likely the source of the waves of heat that are soaking into your skin. Though this time the heat seeps deeper, applying a pressure to your core that feels out of place but… pleasant.

You lift your cheek from the floor — a patterned rug instead of cold concrete — and prop yourself up on an elbow, finding yourself between two high-backed armchairs and a loveseat that face each other.

Your gaze drifts, catching details that pull at old, buried places in your memory. The worn furniture, the warm-toned woods, fabrics in soft greys and blues, mismatched decorations dotting the bookshelves that surround you. Though gran's house never had a library, this room could've seamlessly fit into the only home you and Caleb had ever known.

But something feels… off.

When you sit up fully, the heat prickling under your skin becomes almost suffocating, the pressure behind your navel more insistent. You scoot back from the fireplace and reach for the fastenings of your-

Why are you wearing a wine-red satin top and shorts instead of your Hunter's uniform?

Awareness slams back into your mind. The Wanderer, the warehouse, the white light, Sylus and Caleb shouting your name.

You push yourself to your feet, ignoring tenderness of your skin and the sweat that's starting to break out over your upper lip as you find them only a few feet away, behind the armchairs.

Caleb is slumped on his side, clad not in his Fleet uniform but in basketball shorts and a sweatshirt, the collar damp with sweat. His brows are furrowed, lips parted, breaths quick and uneven as he shifts restlessly.

Sylus is a few inches away, sprawled on his back, one arm half-flung over his chest. He's dressed in a loose cardigan hanging over a soft shirt and dark sweatpants, a deep flush painting his cheeks and neck.

You drop to your knees between them, pulse thundering in your ears. “Sylus. Caleb, hey. Wake up.”

Caleb’s cheek burns under your palm. The low, desperate sound of your name tears from his throat, and his eyes snap open, pupils dilating as they take you in. His hand covers yours, voice like gravel, "You're here."

You nod, relief breaking through your confusion. "Of course I am."

Caleb pushes himself upright, blinking hard, dragging in an uneven breath as he takes in the fireplace, the bookshelves, you. His elbow pushes against the heaviness of your breast when his hand comes up to cup your neck at your pulse point, as if to reassure himself you’re real.

You do your best to ignore the sharp dip of your stomach at the sensation, turning to Sylus when he exhales a shaky breath and sits up. Without warning, you meet molten red eyes and the warmth of his hand on your face. He watches in a trance as his thumb brushes back and forth across your sensitive lip.

"Softer than silk," he purrs. But just as you feel the strange urge to pull his thumb into your mouth, his eyes sharpen and he pauses, staring at his hand like he isn't sure how it got there before removing it and looking around. "Why are we in my study?"

"Your what?" Caleb cuts in as he slowly stands up and begins surveying the room with the practiced precision of a military man. Methodical, alert, assessing every detail.

You also rise, but the air turns thick and hazy around you, weakening your knees and sending you slumping into one of the armchairs, skin prickling, breathing unsteady. It’s only then you realize how wrong this all feels, how wrong you feel. How this pulsing in your veins isn’t from heat or exhaustion.

It’s lust, sharp and desperate and humming right beneath your skin.

"The study in my Skyhaven penthouse." Sylus gets to his feet, fanning himself with his cardigan before giving up, removing it, and looking around. "Or at least, something really similar to it. I've been… spending more time here lately."

"But why would we be here? We were just-" Caleb pauses by the loveseat, brushing his hair away from his damp forehead, looking down at his sweatshirt. "We're in different clothes, in a random room that feels familiar to all of us, it's hot as hell for some reason…"

“Almost there, soldier. Here, let’s dust off that brain together.” Sylus closes the distance between them, his hand sliding up to grasp the back of Caleb’s neck. His other hand cups the side of his jaw, guiding him forward until they’re nose to nose and he continues in his most patronizing tone. “We’re. Inside. A protofield.”

Caleb’s eyes darken, the heat in them mirroring the heat in your body. It's rushing south, tightening the muscles of your abdomen, thickening the saliva pooling in your mouth. You start rubbing your thighs together instinctively, letting the satin absorb your sweat and dripping arousal as it tightens over your clit.

For a heartbeat you’re certain he’ll rip himself away or snap back something cutting.

But all he does is lean even closer. "It's too.." his gaze flashes to Sylus' mouth. "It's too hot in here to think, if you haven't noticed. But if you’re suuuch a genius on protofield anomalies, tell me, Mr. Onychinus," His hands settle on Sylus’ to drag them off his skin. "How do you get out of a protofield when there’s no Wanderer to kill?”

Sylus' crosses his arms with a smirk. “A bit unfair to make me do all the work, don’t you think? But-"

"I’m the one who's been findin' the leads to that warehouse. In your territory.”

"But clearly this protofield is built to tempt you to stay, or… make you forget it's a protofield at all."

Their back and forth gradually blurs in your ears, their gravelly voices dragging over your skin like roughened palms as mindless lust continues to fill every one of your senses. The pulsing beneath your belly has become almost unbearable and rubbing your thighs together is no longer helping.

In the haze, your gaze drifts down, catching on the obscene outlines of their hardness straining against their pants. Pressed upwards to his waistband for Caleb and held down to his right thigh for Sylus.

The image of that is what finally pushes you over the edge, makes you drag your satin shorts off and glue your fingers to your aching center, the pads desperately pressing down to relieve the arousal pulsing from within you.

You're biting your lip on a moan, lamenting the small drop of relief in your empty bucket of arousal, when Caleb's voice, sounding even hoarser than before, finds its way back to you. “…can't be dead if we’re in its protofield. There has to be some kinda task or action we have to do that breaks it. Pip-squeak, did the other Hunters say anything about the—”

Over your heaving chest, you see two pairs of wide eyes and hear two sharp breaths as they take you in, writhing against your fingers in the armchair, slouched so far down your shoulders rest on the bottom cushion. Sweaty, desperate, entirely exposed to their gazes.

There's a rumbling sound from Sylus' chest that could be mistaken for the growl of a feral animal, and Caleb breathes out a, "Pip-squeak... fuck."

"I can't-" you choke on a groan as your finger hits a particularly sensitive spot, "I can't stop myself."

As always, they move in tandem, their instinctive care for you clearly at war with their own arousal as they approach. All clenching fists, and adjusting waistbands, talking over each other with, "it's gotta be the heat-" and "this is not what overheated looks like-" as well as "tell us what's wrong, sweetie," and "what are you feelin'?"

"It's been building and building and-" you stutter out a breath as they hover over you, both visibly hesitant to make a wrong move. "Nothing's helping."

Your free hand comes up to grope at one of your breasts, and while it make's Sylus' gaze shoot to the ceiling and his Adams apple roll in his throat, it seems to spring Caleb into action as he rips his sweatshirt off, sits in the other armchair, and pulls you into his lap. Your back rests against his chest, your ass parts over his hardness, your bare thighs spread over his partially clothed ones.

"I've got you now, pips, shhh, tell me what you need," Caleb coos into your ear as he fusses over you. Pulling your damp hair away from your shoulders, tracing his lips along the crook of your neck, soothing his hand back and forth over your thigh. His words grow rougher and rougher as you nestle into him, his hips giving a small, involuntarily pulses into you. "You know I'll always give you what you need."

"That!" you cry out as a large, hot, amazing pressure suddenly starts moving over your moistened center, making you gasp and press your hips down and elicit a pained grunt from Caleb. "Ohhh, that, that, I need that."

"What, kitten? This?" Sylus' voice is ragged but his tone is earnest, curious, matching his hesitant, almost experimental stance between your legs, like he's ready to rip his hand away at the slightest hint of discomfort.

But you can't imagine a world in which you wouldn't desperately grind yourself into Sylus' finger, wouldn't press your forehead into Caleb's cheek as Sylus nudges it a knuckle's length into you, nodding furiously into Caleb's temple as you command Sylus, "Yes. Don't stop."

The sound of his thumb disappearing into you echoes through the room, but you can't even find it in you to be embarrassed as the ridges and bumps relieve the pressure in your core for the first time since you collapsed into the chair. All three of you groan in unison.

You're so overcome when Sylus obeys, thumb moving in and out in a steady pace as his other hand resumes circling your clit, that you slide your hand into the hair at Caleb's nape, fist it in your palm, and yank his parted mouth into yours.

The sound he makes is raw, a startled whimper of your name that vibrates against your lips before it turns into a something deeper. Hungrier.

His hand shoots up to your jaw, fingers digging in just enough to tilt your face and move his tongue against yours. The flutter in your stomach turns dizzying and every heartbeat feels like a confession you’ve both been holding back for years. Every moment between you leading here, to this universe, to this room that was made for you.

The kiss feels so good, so right, you can’t imagine why either of you had waited so long. It feels like the culmination of everything you’ve done, every version of yourselves that ever existed and grew side-by-side. Like you were always meant to fit this way.

"Wait we-" Caleb makes a noise and pulls back, breaths ragged and eyes glassy. “We still need to find a way out of here,” he stutters out, though both of his hands continue to roam over the space between your breasts and your lower stomach, as if they're not planning to listen to his words.

You shake your head vehemently. In your mind, there has to be a reason you were sent here to experience something like this. Something so unique and beautiful and intimate with the two men you were closest to. No titles, no pretenses, no pasts or presents or futures.

"Then why does this room feel so familiar?" You savor his shaky sigh when you pull him back to you. “Like a world made for us,” you murmur, lips curling into a smile when he finally surrenders and tugs your bottom lip into his mouth. “Let’s stay in it a little longer.”

It's a heady feeling, this freedom you feel with them both right now. Holding Sylus' hair in one hand and Caleb's in the other. Having Sylus' kisses all over your thighs and Caleb's all over your neck. Sylus' hums and Caleb's gasps floating through the room.

The pressure and heat coil in your stomach, building quickly and becoming overwhelming. Caleb and Sylus seem to be growing restless too, Caleb groaning, shifting his hips beneath you, Sylus growling in frustration on the floor between your legs. Both moving with an impatient, desperate sort of energy.

Caleb is the first to break with a shaky exhale and a, "W-wait a sec." It takes him a few tries as he battles your grasping hands, like detaching himself from you is taking all of his willpower, but he finally wins and stands you both up.

You respond with a pouting whine as he moves away from you. But your brief glimpse of him removing his shorts disappears and your whine chokes off when, in a blur of motion, two ropes of Sylus' evol wrap around your elbows and yank you from your shaky legs back into the now sweat-soaked armchair.

Sylus leans in, his glassy eyes roving over you, palm cradling the side of your neck and jaw. “Does it hurt?” he murmurs, his voice low and slightly unsteady.

You begin to shake your head, about to say it's more of a deep ache than pain, but with Caleb so far away, and the lack of stimulation and touch at your core, the arousal becomes overbearing again and you nod.

“Not enough." You close the space between you, pull him in for a long, slow kiss that makes him rumble out a long, deep hum. “More. Need more.”

He tugs at your bottom lip with his thumb and murmurs, "You do? Are you certain?"

It's only when you whisper out a vehement "yes" that he slides down your body, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses over the top of your breast, the exposed skin of your stomach, the mound of your pubic bone. Until he's kneeling back at your feet, spreading you open, and sucking every dripping inch of your cunt into his mouth with one greedy pull.

Caleb consumes your responding moan of relief, kissing you with an intensity that makes every thought and sensation vanish. Leaving only the feeling of his tongue on yours and Sylus' tongue sucking hard, rhythmic pulls in time to your bucking hips.

One of your hands grasps at strands of silver. The other greedily roams over Caleb's body and you take advantage of him being bared to you for the first time. His chest, the ridges of his abdomen, the trail of coarse hair beneath his navel, lower and lower until your palm circles and squeezes the silky, slippery head of his cock.

You both part on a gasp and Caleb hisses as you slide your tight grip down to the root of him then back up, loving the way his knees lock and his thighs tense in response.

Your whimpers start to escalate as the aching arousal you've been feeling between your legs eases and becomes more acute at the same time.

"That's it, sweetie," Sylus coaxes. You shiver as the praise rumbles into your sensitive skin. "You want more? I'll happily give you more."

You throw your head back and let Caleb go when two of Sylus' fingers join his tongue, unable to concentrate on anything else except the chant of his name and the thigh-trembling euphoria that starts to wash over you when he pets that spot inside of you over and over and-

Without warning, the chair jolts beneath you and twists sharply to your left, the motion pulling you away from Sylus' mouth and out of his grasp. You let out a startled sound when Caleb's fingers wrap around the outside of your thighs to hold you steady and pull them open again.

It takes your buzzing brain a little too long to realize he's just used his evol to bring you to him. 

He's kneeling now too, a predatory wildness in the violet eyes that lock on yours as he leans in and starts to lave his tongue and scrape his teeth over the every inch of puffy, pulsing, sensitive skin. Painting you with trails of his saliva. Denting your skin with imprints of his teeth. Like he wants to lick away every drop of pleasure you poured out over Sylus and starting over again.

"Like I said, pips," he mumbles, the words barely intelligible to you over your blissed-out shudders. "Always pulling you away from trouble."

“Trouble?” Sylus' huffs a dry laugh. “Me? I was giving her exactly what she asked for. Or are your listening skills as bad as your deductive reasoning skills?"

Caleb unlatches from the bruise he's sucking into the delicate skin next to your labia. “You were overwhelming her.” Gripping the space where your thighs meet your hips, he mutters the words straight into the stream of liquid leaking from your center. "That's not what she needs."

"You sure about that, puppy? Because from here-" You can practically picture the smirk on his face based on his tone alone, but your mental image of it is replaced by the real thing when the arm chair twists again and lands in front of a now-nude Sylus like a compass."You look like the one in need."

You're about tell them both that their tug-of-war is already getting old for you, but Caleb indignantly growls over you, "I'm not the one who-… did you say puppy?"

"Well, there's the yapping, the panting," Sylus hums and you whimper when he pulls back, taking your ankles and lifting your feet up one at a time to rest on the edge of the arm chair, opening you to him even more. "The marking… Isn't that right, sweetie?"

"Yes- n-no- stop," you pant out, too wired and confused and sensitive and close to deal with their arguments now.

"All you need is a good leash-" Framed between your legs, you see Sylus’ evol flare in his hand and yank Caleb toward him so hard their chests collide. "-to rein you in.”

Sylus barely finishes the words before their mouths meet in what looks like bruising clash of kisses, so sudden and aggressive, you can’t tell who moved first.

Hands fisting into hair, teeth sinking into lips, groans synchronizing, a battle of force and hunger that blurs into something almost feral. Something that might've been building between them from the start. Every push met with a pull, every defiance answered in kind.

You can tell they've both lost their battle with the same overwhelming lust that's been plaguing you when they get rougher, more heated, and seem to lose themselves. The sight of it, of two kings brought to their knees by each other, ignites that sharp ache within you all over again, blooming across your cheeks, down your neck, through your chest until it settles deep within your abdomen and burns.

It steals the air from your lungs, makes your fingers start furiously applying pressure to your core again without you even realizing it. An an ugly thought emerges as you submit to the seemingly endless fire burning through you: what if there's no end to this? What if this ache of emptiness never stops? What if the point of all this is to make the three of you break apart in here? Bodies tight as bows, kept endlessly taut, never allowed to release until you all snapped.

It's the first moment of clarity you've had since you woke up and it starts crumbling in on itself as soon as your thighs start trembling, but the fear lingers as you cry out, "I can't take it, this needs to stop."

A consistent stream of whines are escaping your mouth by the time Caleb and Sylus finally part and face you with dazed expressions, their fists clenched over each other's cocks.

You catch a flicker of clarity in Caleb’s eyes first. The reflex to calm you, care for you, breaking through the haze. “Pip-squeak,” he murmurs, voice rough, leaning close on his knees, eye-to-eye with you where you sit in the armchair. “I know. I can’t fight it anymore either.” As your breath hitches into a chant of please, please, please, he keeps murmuring between soft, grounding kisses, “It's okay. Shh… I’ll make you feel better, yeah? No, both of us will.”

Sylus is suddenly flung forward by an unseen force, bracing himself on all fours in front of you and letting out a dark, humourless chuckle.

“Right?” Caleb prods him.

They lock eyes for a moment, something wordless passing between them. Though Sylus’ expression looks more far-gone than Caleb’s — hair damp, breaths ragged, the aether core turning his eye blood-red when he blinks hard to refocus — his tone is low and lulling when he speaks to you. “He's right, sweetie, we'll be okay, just focus on my voice."

"You don't have to do anything, okay?" Something warm and syrupy starts to build within your insides again when Sylus wastes no time resuming his fingers' rhythm from before, just as thick, just as deep, filling the emptiness inside you once more. "Trust me, just like that, yes. Let go. We'll take care of you."

As his parted lips lean toward your center, shackles of force suddenly hold your legs open wide enough to fit both their heads, and Caleb gets there first, drawing every swollen fold into his hot mouth.

You can’t find words, only sound, small, broken, unsteady little stutters at the sight of them cradled by your thighs, each desperate noise timed to the stimulation of Caleb's tongue and the pump of Sylus' fingers. One hand latches onto Sylus' wrist and the other to the muscle of Caleb's shoulder, nails sinking into their skin as that syrupy sensation coalesces into something thicker, more overwhelming.

"That's it, kitten. My kitten with her claws," Sylus starts to dots wet kisses from the side of your knee up your inner thighs. "And her slobbering… little… puppy." Though Sylus slows down when his lips are only a few inches from Caleb's, there's no hesitation when Sylus' tongue licks right over his and they start the most indecent three-way kiss you've ever seen.

Everything starts to blur until you're full and hollow at the same time. All you feel are two tongues lapping and overlapping over your clit, two fingers stroking in and out of you.

The sounds of moans and flesh and sweat collide into a cacophony of noise that make it feel like the very air is humming around you. Heavy, electric, alive.

You feel like you can taste it when your lips part, when you see is your breast vanishing beneath Caleb's large palm, when the arm Sylus isn't using on you disappears, eliciting a whimper from Caleb.

The hum grows louder, until the room sounds like it's filled with static.

“Do you feel that?” your words scrape out of your throat, dizzy and slurred.

Caleb mouths something that looks like "gods, yes" into your cunt while Sylus’ hums a 'feels so good, kitten' around the skin of Caleb's neck. It feels like the three of you are moving as one, breaths syncing, hips rocking, circling, grinding. Until the pull between your bodies feels magnetic, desperate, necessary.

Until Caleb and Sylus exhale long, broken groans, their faces flushing, bodies tensing, muscles vibrating all around you as they reach their peak simultaneously.

Until, all at once, the rope you feared would be pulled taut within you forever finally unravels, igniting an unlit fuse.

And you detonate. Pieces of you scattering in every direction as the orgasm hits you so sharply and suddenly, it feels like the entire universe explodes into white-hot pleasure and pain right in front of your-

You're on your feet again, arms locked from the kickback of your firearm as the Wanderer's scream splinters through the air like a death knell and it collapses on itself with a loud, gurgling crack.

You pant hard, lungs burning, abdomen clenching, your whole body tingling as though you’ve been submerged under a pool of water and electrocuted. Every nerve down to your core feeling used and sensitive and exposed.

When you lift your head, Caleb and Sylus are both there too, standing fully clothed under the rays of cold moonlight and smoke. They look just as stupefied as you feel, eyes half-lidded, sweat plastering their hair to their temples, their breathing shallow and uneven. For a second, no one moves.

When you finally lower your gun, your arms and legs feel like liquid, and your legs shake in the aftermath of the shattered protofield as you drag a hand through your hair and glance between them, wide-eyed and breathless.

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