#multi-may 2026

So when the suggestion is made over dinner one night with a movie on the TV and the three of you on the couch in a neat little row? You are a tad surprised. To the point that the pizza you were bringing to your mouth stops in midair. The food lowers, your brows furrow, and you ask, “You want to go where?”

“Out of town, on a little romantic getaway-” Stu starts, and you cut him off with a laugh and a roll of your eyes, “-I’m not having trouble with the concept of going out of town, or of a romantic getaway. The thing I am stuck on is the locale put forth-”

Stu makes an offended sound that causes Billy to crack a smile, before he jumps in to “help” by way of asking you, “C’mon, what’s wrong with it?”

Around the bite of your pizza, you laugh before saying, “Ohhhh I dunno, an abandoned mall is one of the last places I’d consider the ideal setting for a romantic weekend together.”

One of Billy’s hands comes down onto your thigh. He squeezes as he tries to sell you on the idea and smooth out Stu’s ruffled feathers at the same time, “Have you ever not had a good time when Stu and I planned something?” 

The man makes a good point, they have more than proven themselves time and again; They suggest an activity, you go along with it, fun is always had. You quickly apologize to him, very sincerely, “You are so right, I’m sorry for pissing on the party.”

Stu mutters loud enough for you to hear, “There is no appreciation for our artistic vision or our creative sense, I swear-” He sighs heavily before saying at a regular volume, “-I guesssss we can forgive you-”

“How big of you-” A smile creeps onto your face, along with your pithy reply. 

Stu cuts back in, pressing, “-I wasn’t done! We can forgive you iffff, you put your total and complete trust in us while we are away and do whatever we say.”

Billy’s grip tightens on your thigh, causing you to cast a glance his way. He gives you a meaningful look which tells you that he is in total agreement with Stu. You get the sense he is very serious about this whole plan, whatever it is. Billy’s cynicism surpasses even yours, so him being so in with Stu’s idea is telling, meaning? You are completely and totally sold, just like that.

To let them know just how contrite you are, you take the plate off your lap and put it on the coffee table, and with your hands free you take one each of theirs. Your eyes flit from Billy to Stu as you impart, “I promise to go along with whatever you have planned on our weekend away.”

Stu looks suspicious yet hopeful, he asks, “You mean it?” 

You tell him, “I do.” 

To hammer home how sincerely you mean it, you shift your hands, hooking your pinkies with theirs. It’s been a long-running bit, Stu started it ages ago as a joke but somewhere along the way pinkie promises have taken more of its original meaning. It is now used to telegraph how deeply committed you are to a promise instead of used for comedy. When you make one, there is no wiggling out of it, no back peddling. You are totally locked in on this. Billy usually rolls his eyes whenever you do this, but not this time. 

Stu seems much more pleased and completely believes you with the simple curling of fingers together. He utters an enthusiastic, “Yesss!” He leans over and kisses your cheek.

You lean away, wiping at your face as you exclaim, “Bleck! Wipe your mouth first next time! Fuckin’ pizza grease, are you trying to get me to break out?”

Stu wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close as he places several more messy kisses over your cheek while you squirm all the while. You are begging him to stop or for Billy to help, who categorically refuses while he laughs.

So you pack a bag and a few days later the weekend is upon you, the car is packed, and soon you are in the passenger seat as you tear down the highway. Billy is driving, you have control of the music, Stu is stretched out in the backseat and excited conversation is had over the tunes. The drive breezes by easily, your destination is a few hours of time and several towns over. When you pull into the parking lot and lay eyes on the mall for the first time, you are frankly impressed by the size. You find yourself actually excited to see everything it has to offer inside. You are very ready to get out of the car and stretch your legs, too. The car is parked under some trees, behind the mall, hidden from the view of the road. You obviously are not supposed to be here, and you don’t need anyone getting tipped off to you all trespassing and potentially putting an early end to your fun. Not to mention the potential legal trouble, you’d rather not worry about it unless it actually happens so you push the mild concern from your mind.

Billy unbuckles his seatbelt and declares, “Okay, let's get the shit out of the car-” 

You question, “Wait, all of it?”

Stu chimes in, “Yeah, all of it.” He leans forward, between the driver and passenger's seat, raising his eyebrows as he says, “Remember your promise?”

You certainly do, so without another word of protest, you release your own seatbelt and hop out. The car is swiftly unpacked then locked, bags hoisted over shoulders and the boys carrying a cooler between them. Stu steers you all in the right direction with a point, “That door over there.” 

You shift and head to where he indicated, you pull on the doorknob and find that yes the door is in fact unlocked. Pulling it open, you stand to the side and allow them to head on through. You follow, the door closes behind you as you ask, “Seriously, this place is just left unlocked like that?”

“Nah, usually when someone finds a place like this, just one low-key door is broken into, every other door is probably locked up tight.” Stu informs simply, tacking on, “Plus everything’s been cleared out, not like there is anything worth stealing.” 

It makes sense. You entered on the lower floor of the two-story former bustling shopping centre and your eyes wander. From the high arched ceiling comprised of glass letting in ample light, to the various shopfronts and the long multicoloured tile floor stretching out in front of you. The place is grand, and your curiosity is strong, it feels like it is purposefully drawing you deeper, and you give in to the feeling without question.

The three of you walk along, the pace is slow and every step echos in the large empty space, the sound carries absurdly well. If there is anyone else here, you are sure you’d be able to know, and that provides some level of comfort. 

You wander along the lower level, get a basic sense of the layout, pass by what used to be thriving businesses at one point. You walk by a now defunct jewellery store, what used to be a kitchen supply outlet, a former hot topic, the usual things you’d expect to find. Some of the store signs were totally removed, obviously closed long before the mall itself was shuttered. The lower level hosts the old food court, the tables, chairs and booths remain, affixed to the floor. Past that, you find the heart of the mall, a large open space with stairs and nonfunctioning escalators that can take you to the upper floor. There are benches around what was once a fountain that has long run dry, the tile work still looks surprisingly good, all things considered. 

You ask, “How long ago did this place close?”

“Like, five years?” Stu supplies, and you are impressed that it all still looks this good. Billy is the one to suggest, “Lunch?”

You all decide here is a good a place as any. Perching on the edges of the fountain, the cooler is partly unpacked and a leisurely meal is shared with the sun shining high above your heads and pouring from the large glass domed ceiling. 

The question that has been lingering on your mind is at last asked, “So are we just gonna explore around or is there a goal for this excursion?” 

A brief look is shared between Billy and Stu, something communicated silently that you are totally out of the loop on. You are informed by Billy, “The goal will be made clear soon enough.” 

You scoff, but still smile, “Ominous, but okay you cryptic bastard, fine.” The barb is punctuated by a firm bite down on a carrot stick, the satisfying crunch book ended by Stu’s laugh that echos outwards around you. The conversation meanders over sandwiches, chips and the assorted fruit and vegetables you insisted on packing. The main topic is about the mall itself and what it was like when it was in its heyday, to which Stu finally spills, “My parents brought me here before.”

“No shit?” You question, and he replies, “Yeah, Christmas shopping once, did the whole picture with Santa thing. It got framed, and my folks still have it up in their place.”

“Is it weird being back here with it like this, then?” You inquire, and he laughs, “No way, it’s honestly cool seeing how different it is.” 

You asked Billy if he’s ever been by here, and he said, “No, I never even really visited the one closer to our home town unless necessary. I’m not much of a mall rat, if you can believe it.” 

“I figured you’d live and breathe the capitalist consumerist dream! You mean to tell me it doesn’t get your dick hard?” You joke.

Stu jumps in before Billy can reply, “You know just as well as I do what gets him off and shopping isn’t it.” 

Billy sighs, rolling his eyes and taking a bite of his sandwich. He lets you both carry on, riffing loudly down this path, assigning outrageous fetishes and kinks to him for the comedy of it.

After lunch is done, the rest of the lower floor is explored. 

Finally, you find that next to the bank outlet you find a furniture store, the boys encourage you to follow them in. You do as asked, and you discover this place isn’t totally empty, the large cavernous space has one pretty exciting feature in the middle of it. 

There is a huge rectangular carpet and on said carpet there is what can only be described as a hotel room set up. A bed, nightstands, a couch, most things you would find in a standard rented room for the night just here in no man's land in this abandoned store. Once close enough, the boys start to set down their bags and the cooler.

Billy walks over to the mattress and crouches down, inspecting something, and Stu asks, “Is it clean?”

“Yep, no bed bugs, we’re good.” He stands back up and states, “We should take advantage of the light and set up now.” 

You really can’t take being out of the loop much longer, and you ask, “Set up what?” 

Stu is closer, he hooks an arm around your shoulders and pulls you near as he explains, “Soooo we aren’t staying in town at like a hotel or whatever, we are spending the night in the mall. Right here!” 

You would say that sounds terrifying, if you were alone, but you are with them. Honestly, anyone who comes in here should be much more scared of them, especially if they tried anything funny. So any worries don’t have the chance to grow legs, you just remember your promise, keeping that in mind you ask, “How many people know about this place? Did you have to like book it in advance so no one else tries to ‘stay over’ during the same time or?”

Stu seems very pleased you aren’t fighting them on staying over. He humours you as he responds while he fondly squeezes your shoulders, “Oh yeah, had to put in our rez months ago, it was a real shit show but anything for youuu.”

The boys insisting on bringing everything in right away makes sense now.

You drop your bag onto the rug and ask, “Okay, so how are we doing this?”

It doesn’t take that long with the three of you all putting in the work. The bed is made, the bags partly unpacked, there is even a generator nearby to plug in a few things if need be. The boys fill you in that this is a hidden gem of a thing, not a lot of people know about it, and it’s been kept hush, hush. It all explains why the space still looks so pristine and hasn’t been ransacked to shit. 

You flop down onto the bed, proclaiming, “And all on the honour system, turns out there is still some good in the world.” 

Stu drops beside you, stretching out while humming, “Seriously.”  

Billy is standing nearby, watching you both he asks, “Comfortable?”

“Come try for yourself.” Comes the retort from you and he joins. The bed is a king-size, meaning it is big enough for the three of you, thank God. 

You don’t intend to have an afternoon nap, but it just kind of happens. Curled up and cozy, the talking slows until eventually you all just kinda pass out without meaning to. When you wake up, you are groggy and a little confused. It takes a moment for it all to click back into place of where you are. You nudge the boys awake, the sun is a lot lower, you all get yourselves up and leave the furniture store behind. Intent on checking out more of what the mall has to offer before the sun totally sets. 

The upper floor you take a bit longer exploring, walking through some of them, checking out store rooms and offices. In the administration portion, you even find a map printed back there on the wall and from there are able to figure out how to access the delivery loading doc. It is much more fun than you expected, walking around the space, the conversations that start and stop are interesting, not ones you’d have if not for this venue. You allow yourself to wind down strange hallways both physically and verbally and feel oddly closer for it. 

As night draws closer, you seriously wonder what it is that they have planned, you don’t want to keep bugging them about it. You’ve broken off to go use the bathroom, and are thinking that when you come back out, you might just ask one last time what exactly their intentions are. However, when you come out, you discover that you are alone. 

Your head turns to the left, and you don’t see them. Then you turn your head to the right, still no sign. 

Weird. 

The phone in your hand vibrates, and your eyes turn downwards to it, seeing a text notification. You click on it. The message is from an unknown number, and reads, “The game starts in five minutes. The idea is simple! Try not to get caught, put up a good chase. Stomach some of your worst fears for our entertainment, and then we’ll do whatever you want.”

Christ you should have known. 

This isn’t the first time you’ve done a game like this, but it has been a long while, it is honestly overdue. You love your boys dearly, and you know intimately the urges they have and that they need a good outlet on occasion. It is necessary to keep themselves happy and healthy, remain even keel. You are very happy to help them do this, but this is a step-up. In a totally new and unfamiliar setting, sure you spent a while walking around and have a general sense of the layout, however you weren’t exactly paying super close attention. At least not the level you would have if you knew that this was tonight's intention. Add on losing light and the fact you will have to rely on your flashlight soon, and how different a place can look in the dark? It’s a totally different ball game. Keeping in mind all the while that there are two of them, and they are working in tandem against just one of you. 

Well, you do have one thing on your side, the sheer amount of space here and places to hide. Not to mention how many times you’ve done these kinds of games and how well you know them. 

Standing stock static still is not the way to win this game, you want to do this right because the prize is too tantalizing. You start to walk, knowing just where you want to head, mind awash with just what you might ask them to do for you later. 

You aren’t a match for them when it comes to cardio. Obviously, you are going to have to run at some point, the chase is a big part of it, but you can’t outrun them. Hiding is needed, so it all doesn’t end prematurely, making it exciting is important. You intend to lengthen the process as much as you can. Making sure to keep your ears open, you decide to try finding a good spot to lie low for a while. You move quick and quiet, eyes constantly scanning the surrounding area. 

You are alone. Completely and totally so, and that is fucking terrifying. All alone in this huge, imposing structure, devoid of life and empty, steadily growing darker and darker. The place wasn’t scary at all in the daylight and when you were with them, but now that you are solo, and they are on the hunt for you? The fear is rising in you, first pooling in your stomach and curling up your spine, terror setting up camp in the corners of your mind as the light continues to fade. You can’t let yourself get too freaked out this early on, or it is certain to bite you in the ass.

You look all around, keeping your head on a swivel as you walk, you don’t like how out in the open you are right now. Your five-minute head start is ticking down, and you are still much too close to where they left you. It is obvious that the bathroom you just left is going to be the first place that they check, you need to put some distance between you and here. Picking up the pace into a light jog, still trying to keep your steps light, being mindful of the echo as you head towards the back offices. You find the door you were hoping for and slip inside. 

The hallways stretch and turn, you move quick and quiet. Soon finding what used to be, one of those unassuming administrative office room that backs onto a clothing store. You enter, then keeping the door cracked and plant yourself flat against the wall and you wait. 

Your five minutes are up, and your two boys are ready to play. 

When you had gone to use the bathroom, the two of them immediately made their way back to where you set up camp in the furniture store. Stu drafted the text on the burner phone on the way, a brief exchange made, expressing how amped they were to finally be doing this here.

Once they had made it back to their bags, their beloved costumes were pulled out. The text is sent and all that was left was getting dressed. Gearing up was done with the same excitement it always was, the air between them crackling with electric potential and promise. There isn’t any conversation when getting dressed, nothing to say, plenty of talk happened in the weeks leading up to this. Finally, before the masks are put on, Billy asks, “Think she’ll put up a good chase with so little notice?”

“Natch, she impresses and surprises up all the time.” Comes the easy and flirtatious response from Stu. A kiss is shared, briefly lingered in, before their masks are slid on.

No time is wasted once your five minutes are up, they are on the move. They know that there is no way that you’d stay around the bathroom, the question becomes just where you’d go. 

You are still in the office, palms sweaty and straining to listen for them. 

Waiting, waiting, the fucking waiting, that is the real killer. You want some kind of clue or sign of them, no matter what side they come in, you have an option to take the other direction. While left here and to your own devices, your mind fills in the blanks and left to wander, and in these situations your mind is not exactly cooking up nice pleasant thoughts. 

Then, at last, the sign you’ve been waiting for. Down the hall, you hear a door being pushed open none too gently, your eyebrows raise, and you immediately start to retreat. Now that you know they are in the area, you feel confident in moving, putting more space between you. The store is bare, save for a few clothing racks, you weave between them, keeping low. You think that they wouldn’t split up this early, but better safe than sorry. Knowing your luck, if you weren’t careful, you might just bump into one and get surrounded on both sides. Peeking out, you see and hear nothing, think you are alone again. 

You creep out slowly until you are back on the main walkway, around the other shopfronts, you think that perhaps you should-Then you see it. 

A flash of white, a billowing of black fabric in your peripheral, and fucking Christ your blood runs cold. You don’t think you’ve been spotted yet, so you back up, pulse thumping in your ears. You wait for a moment, the moment, the one that will tell you just what direction you should go. It is this odd feeling that overtakes at times, a feeling in your gut to give you direction. It hasn’t steered you wrong in these situations yet, so you go with it. 

First floor it is. The shut-down escalators are nearby, you break away for them. You don’t hear anyone in pursuit, that however means shit all, you don’t look over your shoulder it would just slow you down. You reach your destination, fingers grip the railings, and you make your way down the stairs. After reaching the bottom, you don’t wait, you keep going until you reach the food court and then find an adequate table to hide yourself under. You quiet your breathing, hugging your knees and listening, and a minute later you do hear it. Footsteps clear as day, purposefully heavy and echoing, it’s like they want you to know how near they are. It does as intended, your fear spikes. 

Whichever one that you spotted sounds like they are on the escalator, the steps have a lackadaisical yet menacing quality to them, clunking on heavy metal stairs. You can imagine those sturdy leather combat boots you are so familiar with, tightly laced and well-loved, as they carry him to your location. You've been pursued many times by your boys while they are in those boots. It is like every footfall is purposeful and predatory, but not in any rush, like catching you is a forgone conclusion. An eventuality.

The sound changes, rubber soles meeting tiles, and it gets your hackles up. Nudging deeper under the table, you pray he doesn't come towards the food court. That prayer falls on the deaf ears of a God who stopped listening years ago. You curse to yourself as the steps grow louder on their approach. Trying to mentally figure out just where he is in relation to you is difficult. Your fear is clouding your mind, it’s not like you had the tables positions memorized but trying to think critically about it in this state is impossible. Relying totally on sound is all you have, which isn't much.

You can't look at your phone, worried that the light it gives off might give away your position. Time during these games has a terrible habit of always getting away from you. Has it been ten minutes or an hour since that text they sent? You have no way of knowing, that doesn’t potentially risk outing your current location. 

Step. 

Step. 

Step. 

Pause. 

A tension, thick, heavy beat. Wait, wait, keep fucking waiting and hoping that he moves on. 

No such luck. 

“Tiiiiffaaaannnyyyy-” You flinch as he calls out your name, eyes squeezing shut as you take a deep breath. He speaks again, “-come onnn baby, I know you’re on this floor.” More footsteps, followed by more talking, and your eyes peek back open, “We both know you can’t run that quick.” 

They know you so well, plenty aware with him so close, hiding is the first thing you’d do. The hallway ahead stretches long, trying to run down it would have been foolish, he would have seen you and made a beeline and there goes the game.  

“You know we are gonna get you sooner or later.” Comes the next call and yeah, of course they are, but you intend to give them quite the run around before that happens. Then a true heart stopping moment that sends a shock up your spine, those boot clad feet come into your field of vision. 

“Don’t look under here. Don’t look under here. Please don’t fucking look under here.” Your train of thought circles round and round your skull. He walks so easily, lazily, without a care in the world. Must be nice. You wish you could enjoy this as much as they do, doesn’t matter how many times you do this, you still get genuinely very scared every time, which you suppose is the entire point of it. You never have to worry about acting or selling it when you are really feeling the emotions in question so intensely. 

Next you hear an all too familiar sound, a knife being dragged over a nearby tabletop, a distinct metal shhhhinck as the edge of the blade is run over Formica. Oh God, they brought the knives this time. Great.

Finally, the feet leave your line of sight, and you think that you can maybe crawl, get far enough away without being spotted. You decide to risk it, getting on your knees and starting to crawl, out from under the table. He is meandering away, and you think you might be able to do this. Until you misjudge it, when getting back on your feet, your shoes squeak loudly on the tile. His head snaps towards your direction immediately, you can feel his eyes land on you and shit. The view is bone chilling, empty souless eyes of that mask fixed on you, hand gripping that knife. It’s time to run.

You are in just the right position for it, hands on the ground and crouched, so you launch yourself forward like a runner at the starting line of a race. There you go, tearing off down the hallway. 

He is in hot pursuit, and you need a plan, and quick. Should you try to trip him up? Take off into that defunct coffee shop and give him the run around? What to do, too many options, and you can’t settle on a single one so for the time being you just keep running.

Fear is a pretty good motivator, it is carrying you along swiftly, you think you might be able to-

And just before you could really start to wonder where your pursuer’s partner in crime could be, there he is. Sliding into view ahead of you, exactly where you were running towards. 

Fucking shit. 

You panic and make a hard left turn, and jackpot, this is the way that leads to the delivery bay. Pushing forward, you break through the doors and lucky you! Just what you need, this back hallway is lined with debris, trash that no one bothered to throw away when the mall shut down. You snatch up a metal pole and feed it through the door handles, creating an effective door jamb. Less than twenty seconds after you put the pole through the handles, something, or someone rather slams into the doors. Then it rattles multiple times, like it is continually trying to be forced open. The metal holds, this way is closed off, you bought yourself time and distance. 

With a breathless laugh, you confidently head down the hallway in search of your next hiding spot. 

The two of them are on the other side of the door that you managed to lock them out of. The pair of them are looking at each other, breathing heavier than normal from the run. Billy and Stu have always had a great sense for one another, have amazing nonverbal communication. It’s only gotten better since their shared “hobby” so there isn’t the need for words exchanged. The break is needed, masks tugged up and closing the minimal distance for a brief make out to get out some of this extra energy. Lips meet, tongues brush, teeth nip and heat spikes.

When they pull apart, Billy’s voice sounds significantly rougher when he gushes, “I fucking love her-” 

Stu has a wide grin, gives a breathless laugh, agreeing, “Fuck, right? She’s the best.” Before hauling Billy in for another filthy tongue kiss. It is quick, they don’t want to lose you. The pair of them need to go the long way around to the loading dock, masks pulled back down, Stu gripping Billy’s hand and encouraging, “C’mon, let’s go get her!”

You have made it to the loading dock, now where should you go from here? There are multiple ways to gain entry back into the mall, you need to pick one, fully aware that they might choose that one in hopes of getting to you. A risk you can't avoid. Enough dawdling, you need to go. The hall you picked is windowless, and the sun fully set a while ago, so you are using the flashlight on your phone. 

God, this place is so creepy. They must be living it up, a perfect hunting ground for them. A sudden sound makes you jump, causing your heartbeat to pick up. It was just a small pile of some of that scattered trash your foot accidentally knocked over. You mentally berate yourself for getting so freaked out over nothing, kicking the garbage in mild frustration. 

“Stupid backrooms ass, fucking liminal space bullshit-” You mutter as you walk away.

You stumble across the old employee locker room and don't linger, pressing onward until you are back in the mall properly. The skylights provide a bit of natural light from the moon, not enough you feel comfortable enough to kill your light.

You’ve wandered back upstairs are standing in what used to be a sporting goods store, listening for them and hearing nothing. Stay or go, stay or go. 

Stay. 

Sitting yourself down behind the till and listening for them. The tension remains in your body as you are back to waiting. If you don't remain alert, you could lose when they appear again. Honestly, you think you nailed your hiding spot, nearly a half hour passes by with nothing. In fact, you hid so well, that the two of them resort to a rather dirty tactic. The phone in your pocket rings, and, stupid you, left your ringtone on. Getting onto your knees, your hand scrambles back into your pocket, fumbling for your phone, as you curse, “Shit, shit, shit-“ 

Finally getting a grip on it, you manage to silence it. Your palms are sweaty, and you wait, listening hard. You hear nothing. Then, finally, a footstep on tile. Yep, your position was given away, you shoot up, and there they are in the store with you.

It is back to the chase, but you were sitting for so long that your legs partly fell asleep. Meaning? You are totally boned. A valiant attempt at further chase is made, around the counter and through the store, you make it as far as the main hallway again before one of them gets a hand on you. 

His grip is tight, and he yanks you back into the strong wall of his chest. 

A gleeful, “Gotcha!” Is uttered by who is now obviously and clearly Stu. 

Billy slides up, mask pulled off and hood back, he starts to speak, “My God, you-” his arm snakes around your waist, and he pulls you to him. He kisses your cheek before finishing his thought, “-did so fucking good!”

Stu wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly and effectively squishing you between them both. He praises, “Seriously! New record!”

“Wait, really?” You ask in disbelief, and it is confirmed in stereo when they both say, “Yeah!” 

“Majorly fun! God, we need to do this more-” Stu starts and Billy confirms, “Right? I feel so much better whenever we can let loose.” 

You groan softly, “Ughhhh. My boys, please think of my heart and my knees!” 

“Awe, didn’t have as much fun as us, hm?” Stu teases as he starts to pull back and unwrap his arms, however, Billy keeps his arm around your waist as you start to walk again. 

You fire back, “Do I ever?”

“Yet you still humour us every single time. How lucky are we?” Billy always sounds happiest post hunt.

Stu agrees, “Supremely lucky, truly.” How sunny they are after this makes it worth it, always. 

“Soooo I earned my reward?” You ask. 

They both agree, Billy starts, “Completely!” 

Stu finishes, “Whatever you want for the rest of the night sweetheart, scout's honour.”

You breathe a sigh of relief. Very happy for the night to move onto whatever strikes your fancy. 

“You are so, so fucking lucky too. You know why?” Stu starts and you hum in question. He explains, “If you would have gotten chased by us up here, we were totally planning on using your fear of heights to our advantage.” 

That sends a chill through you. Glancing towards the edge of the walkway, the metal railing with glass under it, that set up that brackets all the way around up here. They know how much you hate heights, you would have totally folded if they tried anything related to that. 

“You guys are the fucking worsssst.” You grouse, and they laugh again. Pulling your phone out with one hand and flicking on the flashlight feature. Your other hand settles on Billy’s while it rests on your waist, you pull him along, leading him towards the escalator. You are intent on going downstairs and making it back to the furniture store. 

The boys follow your lead happily, you and Billy descend the escalator first. Billy asks, “Sooo anyone hungry?”

Stu follows close behind as he replies, “Yeah, should we start thinking about dinner?”

You glance briefly over your shoulder as you inform, “Yeahhh, maybe later on. Think I’ve got another craving to satisfy first before I can even begin to give a shit about that.” 

“Ahhh, reward first, food later?” Stu asks, and you tell him, “Exactly.” 

“So what are you craving then?” Billy inquires. 

It rolls easily off your tongue, “After the shit you put me through? I think I deserve something sweet.” 

Very soon, you are back in the furniture store, as soon as you hit the edge of the carpet you start to take your shoes off. You slip away from them and make your way to the bed. You turn, then flopping backward onto it with your arms out. The warm comfort of the bed is very welcome, you stretch out with a sigh. Turning your head to look over to see them getting their robes off. Once they have stripped the costumes and dealt with their own shoes, you make your first direction known, your tone haughty and demanding, “Pamper me.” 

It pulls a surprised laugh from the duo. Billy rolls his eyes and Stu is still chuckling as he approaches, “Jesus fuck, you are so funny.” 

With Stu close enough you reach out and hook a finger in his belt loop, tugging him nearer as you say, “Yes, I know, I’m hilarious. I am also being serious, you both said anything I want and this is what I want.” 

Billy has come around the other side of the bed, sitting on the edge as he affirms, “And we are gonna keep our word, don’t worry your highness.” 

“New nickname, hm? I’ll be honest, I’m not mad at it.” You tease as you pull again, encouraging Stu to join you and Billy on the mattress. He relents. You are overjoyed at this moment. Right now, here with them, the whole affair they put you through already feels worth it. 

As Stu gets comfortable, Billy takes the opportunity to kiss you first. Leaning up into him, you return the affection, your lips slowly moving against his. You can feel that you are being watched, the sensation only lasts a minute before you feel Stu’s hand on you. He can never only observe you, he always has to join in, at least he starts at an easy pace. His touch seems to have no destination or any real purpose other than to make you relax, and between the lazy tracks his fingers draw and Billy’s unhurried kisses it is working. Moving from your shoulder to brush over your collarbone, barely tracing the curve of your breast with the backs of his knuckles before travelling down your side.

As Stu grips your hip, thumb tracing over the bone, Billy’s tongue finally parts your lips causing you to softly moan into the ongoing kiss. Stu’s fingers are trailing up and down your thigh when he says, “You seriously impressed us earlier.” 

You let out a questioning hum, and that is all that was needed for Stu to continue on, “Really. After you gave us the slip into the back hallways Billy was going on and on while we hunted you down.” 

You break the kiss with a breathless laugh, asking, “Really?” 

Taking this as a cue, Billy’s mouth moved, affection laid down over your jaw and down your neck as he confirms, “Really, I still can’t get over it.” 

“You give suuuuch good chase, getting better all the time.” Stu praises and Billy adds on, “The perfect victim really.” 

God, that sends a thrill through you. They keep it up similarly, Stu insisting, “No one looks better when on the run-” 

Billy is musing with his mouth still against your throat, “And when she screams?” 

A sigh from the blonde, “You are just too fucking good for words, can’t do you justice.” 

Their words are serving to relax and cause you to further melt. You are pleasantly adrift thanks to them, the next question pulls you back closer to Earth, “What do you want us to do next?”

You know just what you need, asking, “Touch me?”

Stu in that totally classic asshole way of his taunts, “We’re already all over you!” 

You whine his name and Billy admonishes his partner in crime, stopping to level a look over to him, “Play nice man, she went above and beyond tonight, she’s more than earned this.”

“I am! I’ll do whatever she wants, she just has to be specific.” Stu explains. 

If that is how he wants to play it, you can do that. You hold eye contact as you state plainly, laying out just what you want, “Make me feel good, be creative, make me cum and cum fucking hard and don’t stop until I’m satisfied.” 

Can’t get more clear than that. 

Stu’s grin practically splits his face, he sing-songs out, “You asked for it.” 

Billy starts to deal with your clothing, Stu helping to strip you bare and give them full access to do just as you requested. Even with the goal clearly laid out, the pair still have fun with it, grabbing greedy handfuls as they expose more and more of you. With the pair of them working in tandem it doesn’t take much to get you naked. Billy is tossing your underwear aside and before the pair of them can start overwhelming you again you say, “You are both way too dressed right now, fix that.” 

“Whatever you say.” Billy says with a shrug, not at all complaining as he takes his shirt off, Stu following suit. Pants come off too, thrown onto the rug, leaving them in just their underwear. You rest your cheek on your hand and struck with an idea and a particular craving you speak up, “You know, you’ve been giving me a lot of attention so far, don’t go neglecting each other now.” 

They know just what you are after, and who are they to deny you? Stu reaches out first, on his knees, leaning closer. Billy’s hands connect, splaying over his ribcage and initiating the kiss. You watch, perfectly content as the pair begin making out in earnest, wandering hands and the slick slide of their lips together serving to work each other up. You just know that anything they do to get each other going is going to be taken out on you, but the view is just too good. Billy has his hands on Stu’s hips as he deepens the kiss, the pace is picking up, getting more heated, and you watch the first pass of their tongues with great interest. Stu is the one to break the kiss, but Billy doesn’t let up, instead his mouth drags down, over his jaw and to his neck. 

The affection laid down makes his head roll back, he breathes out a quiet, “Fuck man-” a half-laugh pairs with a light moan, and he makes eye contact with you. This image right here, is going to be burned into your mind. Your two boys, close enough that you could reach out and touch them, on their knees and mid-passionate make out and Stu’s gaze meeting yours in the heat of the moment. You feel a pulse between your tightening thighs and your bottom lip is caught between your teeth. 

Stu’s hands squeeze Billy to get his attention, and he says, “Think she’s ready for more.” 

The brunette lets up and glances over to you and smiles, “Yeah, she looks like she’s feeling lonely.” 

“Soooo lonely.” You simper and the pair descend upon you. 

Stu kisses you, deeply, full on the mouth. Further, he wraps one arm around you, his hand slides under your arm, cradling you nearer to him as his fingers are able to trace the curve of your breast. The touch is gentle, but it doesn't remain so, it becomes greedier as he closes on your already hard nipple. 

While Stu is busy rolling the taut flesh between his fingers and licking into your waiting mouth, Billy is content to tend to your lower half. He slips his hand between your thighs and the first touch makes your breathing stutter. He is annoyingly good with his hands, and can devastate you with minimal effort. Currently, he is kissing over your hip while his thumb rubs confident circles over your clit, pleasure slides through you like water down a drain. You spread your legs wider, squirming your hips, silently begging for more. Luckily for you, Billy provides, mercifully his touch remains consistent, and the feelings grow. While you are swept up in Stu’s kisses and his hands working over your tits, the thumb on your clit increases the pressure, and then you feel two fingers sink into you as deeply as they can. 

Billy withdraws his fingers halfway before diving them in again, curling them up to that spot he knows like the back of his hand. When the pads of his fingers press upwards your back arches in response, mouth breaking apart from Stu’s as you moan, “Oh God-” 

Stu looks down the length of your body, taking in what Billy is doing with a lewd grin, the praise flows out easily, “Look at you earning the first real moan of the night.” 

“Don’t tell me you want to keep score tonight.” Billy sighs, curling his fingers again and Stu laughs as his ministrations on you pause for the time being, “No, no way. We’ve got much more important things to do than some dumb shit like that.” 

A particular pleasurable pass of his fingers tears an even louder moan from you next, causing Stu to perk up further, “Speaking of!”

Billy agrees readily, “Now that is something worth talking about.” 

“Let’s check in with her, shall we?” Stu asks before looking down at you, “Feeling good?”

Your lips are still parted, you are about to reply when the fingers still gently holding your nipple instead tweak the tender flesh harshly. You nearly yelp in response, earring a laugh from the duo. You whine out, “So fucking mean!” 

“Awe, I know, sorry!” Stu doesn’t sound sorry in the least. Billy’s hand hasn’t broken stride when he speaks up next, “He is so hard on you, but you take it amazingly well.” 

You find your voice, a soft moan before that one word in question, “Yeah?” 

“Oh God yeah, you’ve been blowing us away all fucking night.” Billy praises and then moves his hand harder, the obscene sounds of him fingering your cunt filtering out, loud and wet. “Just listen to her right now!”

“Can’t listen to anything else right now, so loud.” Stu replies before lowering his head, his fingers release your nipple and instead his tongue starts tracing around it making you let out a terribly hot sounding whimper. 

He is right, your moans are just getting louder, increasing in pitch as you are getting closer to release. It’s been only a few short minutes, and you are steadily working towards the edge, unable to shut up as you do. The moans release unbidden, spilling out while you can’t do anything but endure. Your body feels as if it is out of control, helplessly dragged along the rough current of total bliss that they provide, threatening to outright drown you. 

“Oh she’s getting close.” Billy is practically grinning at the sensation of your walls tightening up around his fingers. Stu’s mouth lifts briefly to comment, “Already? It’s been what, all of five minutes?”

“We are just that good.” Billy replies and Stu agrees simply, “Clearly.” 

They really were, you were teetering on the edge of cumming, so fucking close, and they work together help to seal the deal. Billy utters in a sweetly condescending tone, “C’mon, you deserve it.”

Stu piles on, “Yeah you do, and we both want it, almost as bad as you do.” 

They are so right. You do deserve it. You do cum at last and the strength of it makes your whole body shiver, a loud cry ringing out in the mostly empty space around you. Billy works you through it perfectly, drawing out your high as long as he can until you are nearly sobbing out, “St-stop, stop please, I-I need a sec-” 

Thank God he listens, only one more circle around your clit before his fingers slip out, he holds them up to Stu who happily leans in and cleans up your mess with gusto. He moans around Billy’s fingers, tongue rolling between them before they are pulled out with a wet pop. Stu starts to untangle from you as he says, “I gotta get a taste from the source.” 

Billy presses a hand to Stu’s chest as he says, “Are you capable of giving her a minute to recover before you attack her?” 

“No, not without you occupying my very short attention span.” Comes the taunt in response. Billy rolls his eyes fondly before he leans in to kiss him, a hand out to grip him through the thin layer of his underwear. You watch the pair again as they keep each other busy, you bring your breathing back to normal. In a few short minutes, you’ve regained some strength, and they’ve lost what little they had on. 

You are on your back, legs spread and Stu is making himself comfortable between your thighs. Hands on your hips and his mouth coming down to your soaked cunt, his tongue running up through your dripping folds, he runs a trail up from your hole to your clit. You react as if you were shocked, a gasping moan of his name tears out from your throat. He moans against you as he starts to eat you out, putting that stupidly long tongue of his to work. Billy is laying beside you, watching as Stu is winding his tongue around the most sensitive part of you over and over. 

Your eyes are squeezed shut at the moment, breathing already becoming wrecked again and feeling far too good for how l little he has done this far. “It is so hot to watch him work, don’t you think?” Billy asks. You agree without thinking, “Yea-yeahh.”

“How do you know? You aren’t even looking.” He teases, before saying next, “Come on, he is working so hard to make you feel good! The least you can do is look.” 

You know you aren’t going to get out of this. A groan as you make yourself open your eyes, looking down your body to see Stu’s eyes turned up towards you as his mouth works. You feel a pulse of heat shoot up your spine upon making eye contact. He sucks on your clit, and it is a struggle to keep your attention focused on him. “There you go, see what I mean?”

You pant out, “Yeah, I-I get it, fuck-” 

“He makes it look so fucking good, I feel a bit left out.” Billy muses and Stu gestures with his hand, an encouraging wave of his fingers, inviting him down. Billy asks, “You feeling lonely too, hm?”

Stu nods, not stopping his work and that is all the convincing Billy needs. You are adjusted, rolled onto your side, one of Stu’s hands on your inner thigh holding your leg out of the way. He focuses on your clit, flicking over it again and again as Billy sinks down to join. A casual, “Hey.” 

Stu’s laugh vibrates around your clit, quickly responding, “Hey man, glad you could join me.” And getting right back to it with such fervour your head falls back with a passionate moan.

Now most people can easily see the appeal and get behind the idea of a double blow job, but not enough people are as ready to preach for the same when it comes to eating pussy. Logistics are not that big an issue so long as you are willing to get a bit creative. 

While Stu is able to give your clit consistent stimulation, Billy has the rest of the space to play, and fuck does he ever take advantage and play. He runs his tongue around the edges of your soaking wet hole, before starting to dip inside. The pleasure of it steals your breath away. The ecstasy, the heat of their combined mouths, not to mention having their complete focus on just your enjoyment; it is a lot to take. Your face buries in the pillow, you moan incoherently as your fingers twist in the sheets. 

There is this moment, that often happens during a double blow job, no matter who is on the receiving end of it. Whenever you are your knees, with one of them with you to devastate the third party with unending feeling, your mouths have a habit of meeting. It is thoroughly natural, a tongue wanders too far, lips brush and as if magnetized you kiss. A make out mid-blow job is akin to breathing, automatic and hardwired into your DNA. So the two of them doing the same while between your spread legs only makes sense. You are treated to the sounds and added feeling, as they switch between kissing each other and licking and sucking at you. 

You are whispering broken disbelieving praise into the fabric rubbing against your cheek, “Fuck, fuck, so-ohh good-” 

Soon the pair are more focused on you again, Stu is strumming your clit and the edge is slowly creeping up low in your stomach. Before you can truly contend with how quickly this is happening, Billy ramps it up. His tongue is teasing the tight rim of your asshole and Christ alive. You are being catapulted to orgasm in frankly record time. Stu’s tongue winding clockwise on your clit and Billy’s going counter, and you have no idea which to lean into or away from. 

“Shi-shit, M’ close! Don’t stop-” You beg and they listen. The second orgasm of the night sweeps through you, body tense and your knuckles nearly aching from how tightly you are gripping the sheets. They help you ride it out beautifully, don’t stop until your hand comes down to push weakly at Stu’s forehead, “Ease up.” 

The pair of them both listen the first time, which you are mildly shocked by, until their intentions become clear. You’ve already cum twice, are more than warmed up and ready, meaning that it’s time to start putting your holes to work. They start to untangle from you and reposition themselves, talking as they do, Billy says lightly, “She cums so quick, it’s almost embarrassing.” 

Stu retorts, “Right? Lucky for her, we find the whole uselessly pathetic thing hot.” 

“Love how you talk about me like I’m not even here.” You breathe and that earns a laugh from them both. 

“Awe trust me, we know you are here baby.” Stu coos condescendingly, and Billy chirps after, “Just what you’ve got to say is of little consequence of what we want to do.” 

You suppose they have a point. You roll onto your back, legs still spread and Billy is in position, grinding his hard shaft against you. Stu has taken his place up near your head, he is on his knees with his fingers in your hair. Your lips part so your tongue swipes over his tip, and he breathes out your name. As you begin to take him into your mouth, Billy starts to sink into your cunt and the real fun begins. 

It is easy at first, your legs over Billy’s hips as he rocks into you, with a hand around the base of Stu’s shaft as your head bobs up and down. You are doing pretty well, have a good rhythm, until Billy’s hand falls between your legs and his thumb starts to circle your clit again. God, they cannot leave it alone tonight, thoroughly abusing it so totally. You find it hard to keep your movements smooth, your hand starts to falter, and your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. 

Stu asks, “Awe can’t keep up? Billy too good at fucking you dumb, hm?”

He really is. You whine pitifully around the shaft in your mouth, and Billy joins in, “Dunno if I’m that good, or she’s just that easy.” 

It can be both, you think it genuinely might be. Billy gets into such a good rhythm that you can’t even pretend to continue blowing Stu, your lips mouth absently at his head while you just try to hang on. Stu’s hand pats your cheek lightly as he degrades you, “Can’t get your mouth to work right either! C’mon try a little harder.” 

You do try, you honestly do, but it is just so fucking difficult.  Billy pants out, “Prettiest, stupidest slut around, and she’s all ours.” 

You are completely all theirs. No one else’s. 

This position doesn’t last. 

Next up, Stu gets a turn, to make up for your lacklustre blow job you are made to ride him. Billy has his hands on your hips, helping you keep a good pace, until you start getting close that is. Then he has one hand on your throat as he is behind you, whispering in your ear, “Don’t stop, don’t slow down. Cumming is no fucking excuse baby, you gotta keep going. Make him feel good.” 

God that tone, they are both just so fucking smug. 

“I’m tr-try-ing!” You groan, eyes squeezed shut. Your thighs are trembling, you don’t think you can keep this up, Billy sees you slowing down so he helps you out. He squeezes your throat and uses that point of contact to force you up and down, it steals some of your breath, isn’t out right choking but if you kept this up your vision would be going fuzzy around the edges. At last, your third orgasm of the night rips through you and it is incredible. You are gasping for breath when it has run its course. 

You can’t keep this up, much too sensitive and weak, so they take further control. 

Billy finds his release with you on your hands and knees in doggy style, he cums deep in you to the root with your name staining his tongue. He pulls out and when he does, your arms give out, tired body falling onto your stomach. Stu takes back over, forces into your overflowing cunt and uses Billy’s cum as lube. He doesn’t stop until he’s dumped another full load into you, saying beautifully degrading things to you all the while. 

It is like a switch is flipped when it is time for the aftercare. Kisses pressed to your hairline and cheeks, you are relaxed as can be on the mattress. You are partly cleaned up, then wrapped up in their arms. You are totally blissed out as you cuddle, completely spent. It is quiet for a few minutes, until you speak up, “There was talk of dinner earlier?” 

“Ahh, she’s finally hungry.” Stu says with a grin.

“Aren’t you after all that?” Billy asks and Stu concedes, “Duh, of fucking course I am. I’ll wrangle the food, you set it up.” 

They let you go and get up, you lie there and watch them both get their respective tasks done. In a few short minutes, you aren’t alone in bed any longer. Stu has some cold pasta salad from the cooler and a few forks, as well as a few drinks for all of you. You were much more interested in what Billy had done though, he’d set up a projector screen, the portable projector is a gift you’d gotten them a while ago. You didn’t know that he’d packed it, but you should have expected it. The three of you sit on the mattress, close and comfortable, leaning on one another as you start to eat. The movie is one you’d seen before, but who cares about the content when you’ve got such good company. 

It wouldn’t be a date night without a movie. 

You lean up and kiss Stu on the cheek before doing the same to Billy, “I love you both so much, thanks for a seriously amazing romantic getaway.” 

“I told you it was going to be good!” Stu exclaims, and you laugh, “That’s what you have to say? Not I love you too?”

“Figured it was implied.” He said with a shrug. 

He thinks about his second time out often, particularly how much time he got to spend with Taylor. Leslie misses her, desperately, but the space and separation is good for them. He knows it is needed, the way they last left things off was a bit rocky, he is aware that she is hurt by what he did. He also knows that eventually she will come to and realize it is all for the best and that they won’t be able to keep away from each other; like magnets they will always be drawn together. It is corny as fuck but absence does make the heart grow fonder. He knows they are meant to be, and it will all work out as it should. 

While she lingers on his mind, physically he is always working towards his larger goals, Leslie has never been good at standing still. 

Jaime invited him over for dinner tonight, and he has been a little too caught up in other mattress, a shared meal is overdue. He makes his way over right on time, rings the bell and soon enough the door is opening. He is greeted with a warm smile and an enthusiastic, “Hi Leslie!” 

She holds her arms out and invites him in for a hug which he comes in for automatically. He returns her greeting while they are mid-hug, “Hiya Jaime.” The embrace is quick, she kisses him on the cheek briefly and pulls away. 

Jaime steps away from the door and deeper into the house as she says, “So glad you could make it over on such short notice, come on in, please.” 

He follows easily, closing the door behind him, trailing behind her up the stairs. Jaime continues to talk, “Just so you know there is going to be another person joining us for dinner tonight.” 

“Another person?” Leslie echoes in question and Jaime responds quickly, “Yes, we are hosting someone for a little while, actually it’s part of why Eugene was so insistent you come over tonight. He wants you two to meet.”

Anyone that Eugene wants him to meet, he is immediately sold on. 

You are setting the table when Jaime comes back, when she sees what you are doing she immediately rushes towards you while Leslie hangs back. She insists, “Oh, you didn’t have to do that, you’re a guest.” 

Brushing her off is easy, as you say, “Jaime you refused to let me help cook, this is the least I can do.” 

She drops her hands, and smiles with a sigh, “Well thank you very much.” 

You respond with a casual, “Happy to help.” 

Jamie looks over her shoulder and waves him up as she says, “I’ve got someone for you to meet. This is-” He takes his cue and steps up into your field of vision and once your eyes land on him your mouth falls open. You pause in your task, leaving you with a knife in your hand as you finish Jaime’s thought when you rush to utter, “-Leslie Vernon oh my God.”

His smile broadens and he laughs at the shocked expression on your face, he speaks, “Hi, I take it they’ve talked your ear off about me?”

You shake your head and explain in slightly too serious a tone, “No, no I knew about you long before I came to stay here.” After that you admit with a light laugh, “Actually to be honest, I’m a pretty big fan, I love your work.” 

“Really?” He asks, crossing his arms, that is not something he hears every day. 

You gush in response, “Yes, really! I am so totally serious!” 

His thumb rubs over his bottom lip as he takes in this seemingly very genuine admission, he shakes his head and asks with a point, “And what is your name?”

You give over your name, and he holds out his hand as he repeats it, followed by a, “-pleasure to meet you.”

It is at that moment you realize that you are still holding the knife, here you are meeting one of your heroes, a certified big deal! A brutal killer and you are the one holding a knife. Hilarious. You suppress a laugh, and you place it down and take his hand and shaking it firmly. You tell him, “The pleasure is all mine, believe me.” 

You let go, and pull back a bit. Jaime has been watching all of this with great interest, but now takes the small lull to ask, “Eugene came back in with you right?”

“Oh yeah, he’s just cleaning up. When we got home he let me shower first.” You reply easily and she hums in acknowledgement. 

“I’ll go finish up dinner I’m sure he is starving, you both want a drink?” Jaime asked and you both respond in unison, “Yes please.” 

“So why are you staying here exactly?” Leslie asked as he pulls his chair out and sits down. 

You pull yours out too and take a seat as you tell him, “Training, getting a little mentorship from Eugene-” Jaime is back and holding out an open beer to the pair of you, and you hand reaches up to take it as you finish your thought, “-I hope you don’t mind me borrowing him. Thanks, Jamie.” 

“Training and mentorship, are you-?” His voice trails off, and your hostess cuts in and beams, “She’s joining the business, Leslie.”

Leslie exclaims loudly, “No fucking way!” Jamie nudges his shoulder with the bottle as she says his name flatly to get his attention and mildly scold him for swearing. 

He takes the bottle and rushes out, “Sorry Jaime, an-and thanks too, but wow! Really?”

She says, “You’re welcome.” Before heading back off to the kitchen to see to the rest of dinner.

In response to Leslie’s question, you nod and shrug one shoulder in a gesture of attempted coy humbleness, before taking the first sip of your beer. He can’t help it, his hand that isn’t cradling the beer smacks the table-top in excitement, “This is so great, there are nowhere near enough women taking up our line of work.”

“Tell me about it, long overdue to be sure, happy to be doing my part.” You reply.

Eugene joins you both shortly and dinner is served soon, the questions are many and the conversation throughout the meal is lively. You tell Leslie that you are going to be here for around a month or so, your first event is in about three months time, and you want to give yourself the opportunity to apply what Eugene is teaching you. 

Next when asked you inform him that your killing ground is in another country, you joke, “I do my work in Canada, so don’t worry, no fighting over turf.” 

“That’s a relief.” Leslie quips and then asks, “But I gotta ask, how do you know Eugene in the first place?”

You explain, “Oh from my full-time mentor back home, they are friends from way back when Eugene was still living and working up North. While I was getting ready he suggested I come down, get some extra pointers, he thinks the time away to focus might do me some good.” 

Eugene pipes up then, “I think he is a hundred percent right about that, a change of scenery and extra help can make all the difference. And Leslie you know him b y the way, I’ve talked about ol’ H.W. before.” 

Leslie is as quick on his feet as he always is, putting the pieces together swiftly, “Wait, Harry Warden? The Miner is helping you get started?” 

“He is! I couldn’t do much better for mentors, honestly, well other than Eugene here of course.” You praise, “Thank you again for letting me stay and helping me out.” 

Eugene responds, “Nonsense, for Harry? I’m happy to do anything. And we need more young people getting involved, we are a tragically dying breed. Someone wanting and willing to do things the right way should be encouraged.” 

“Damn right.” Leslie agreed. 

The conversation winds, there is talk about theory, what you are working on, strengths and weaknesses. Eugene indulges you in some old stories including how he and Jaime met, Leslie talks about his outings, and you are enthralled. It was one thing to hear from other people, or to read articles but to hear it from the man himself is something else all together. Dinner stretches longer than normal from all the talking, the conversation continues at the sink because you and Leslie insisted on doing the dishes. Eugene and Jaime are in the sitting room, relaxing. 

You are washing a pot, forearm deep in hot soapy water, as Leslie stands beside you drying dishes. Leslie says, “You gotta tell me something that has been bugging me forever.” 

“Sure, what is it?” You ask as you continue scrubbing the pot in your hands. 

Leslie is drying a plate, squinting at the white surface as he says, “I got to meet Harry once, and it felt like totally gauche’ to ask, so I didn’t. And don’t tell him I asked you but, does he really hate Valentine's Day that much?”

You laugh, head tipping back, and hands pausing your task. A look towards him, you say, “Yes, he does. He goes into lock down the week before and doesn’t come out until about a week after. All of February he had me do the shopping, he sees one heart shaped card or box of chocolate and his mood becomes insufferable.” 

“I knew it!” Leslie exclaimed and you laughed again. “You never thought to ask Eugene this?”

“Honestly kept slipping my mind, hand to God.” Leslie insists. 

After the dishes are done, Leslie gives his goodbyes and is getting walked out by Eugene. On the driveway he says, “Feel free to come by as often as you like, having someone else to talk to about all this will be good for her.” 

“Good luck keeping me away, she seems great and really serious about the whole thing, it’s honestly energizing.” Leslie admits and Eugene agrees, “Refreshing, reminds me of when you were first getting going.” 

Even though it has only been one night, Leslie has to admit, in the times you talked he could see it. The passion, the energy, flashes of himself seen in you. It is nice to see.

The next time he sees you is a few days later, Leslie is leaving his place, getting ready to go for his morning run when you are out front, stretching. 

“Uh, hi?” Leslie greets, and you look up with a grin and a greeting of your own, “Mornin’ Leslie!” 

“What are you doing here this early?” He asks, and you stand up straight, “Eugene sent me over, said you are insane with your cardio and that I could learn a thing or two if we worked out together.” 

“Oh, sure. Some company will be nice, so long as you can keep up.” Leslie responds as he takes the steps down to meet you. 

“I think I’ll do alright. Lead the way.” You prompt and off you both go. 

You in fact can keep up. He starts easy but ramps it up quickly, you manage to keep pace pretty well and have good endurance. He is impressed that you handle the forest trails he favours so well, you deal with the rough and unfamiliar terrain with relative ease. Leslie even purposefully tries to lose you at one point but quickly gives that up when it becomes obvious that he cannot. 

After the run, you and he are both leaning against a tree and drinking water, taking a small and much needed break. You pull the bottle back and ask, “You run that every day?”

Leslie shrugs, admitting, “Just about, sometimes there are more pressing matters.” 

You hum and nod as you greedily swallow more water back. He gestures down the trail, “Come on, walk for the cool down.” 

You do as asked and follow. The pair of you walk side by side, and he starts, “So we got so caught up talking about everything else the other night we never got to the big question.” 

“The big question?” You repeat. He clarifies, “What is your backstory? The creepy shit people will whisper about in hushed tones when talking about you and what you’ve done.” 

“Ahhh, of course. Let me regale you.” With a deep breath in, then out, you start. “When I was a kid, I had a best friend. We were extremely close, did nearly everything together. She and I, went to this theme park we both loved one day, and she died.” 

You don’t look at him, keeping your eyes on the dirt trail in front of you, “Brutally. Unnecessarily. In a terrible accident caused by the negligence of this teen who worked at the park. My whole world was up ended that day. The park was closed due to just how bad and public this fuck up was.” 

Leslie is quiet, letting you continue on. “The park has been closed for well over a decade. The family who owned it has found some new investors, they want to reopen for the summer. Damn shame, because from what I hear, the ghost of that girl who died? She is going to haunt the place and any other worker who flouts safety regulations or screws around on the job and endangers anyone’s life with their carelessness is on the chopping block.” 

At last, you cast a glance his way and he looks impressed, “Woah. So, vengeful spirit angle, classic I can definitely get behind it. What’s the big picture?”

“Make sure the park closes down for good. Be so utterly brutal that it kills all interest, eliminate chances of it ever reopening, and hopefully financial ruin for the family who runs it.” You rattle off. 

He nods along. “So lets say your first outing does the job, then what?”

You respond, “Go nomad, keep an ear to the ground, find other similar spots that fit my criteria and haunt them too. But I have a question for you.”

“Go for it.” He encourages, and you ask, “Is what I am doing to close to Jay’s thing? You know going after teens who are fucking around on the job?”

He laughs, “God no! Jay started that way when the camp was still open but now anyone who comes by Crystal lake is asking for it, no one works there anymore. Save for the time he hit the big apple he stays one place, you? Moving around, shaking it up, very different. Don’t sweat it.”

You breathe a heavy sigh of relief, “Okay, thank you. I don’t want you to think I’m not confident in what I am doing, I am. Just don’t wanna step on anyone’s toes, you know?”

“Oh trust me I get it, not wanting to copy the greats is a real concern when you start out. I’ve been there.” He agrees. Next he asks, “So what about your hopeful survivor?”

You smile at that, “Ah, you’ll love this. So he is set to work at the park when it re-opens, this kid is gonna be fresh out of college, meant to be in charge offff, drum roll please, health and safety.”

“He, huh?” Leslie asks. 

You shrug and carry on saying, “Yeah, he. You got something against a survivor boy? I’ll have you know there is a rich history and tradition of them. Need I remind you of Andy Barclay, Jesse Walsh, Ray Bronson? I can go on.”

“Alright, alright, you’ve got a point. Just unconventional is all.” He defends. You fire back, “So’s a female killer in the first place, seems fitting to me. It’s even better because he is from our home town and knows both me and the now dearly departed friend. History and investment baked right in.”

“Oh well this is just too perfect! I get it, there is no other choice then.” Leslie agrees. He then asks, “So the story, is it true?”

“Of course, isn’t everyone’s? Isn’t yours?” You reply. 

He supposes they are, in a way. “You’re right, they are.” 

You spend a lot of time with Leslie over the next month. Meals are shared, working out, honing skills and talking, a ton of talking. 

One day invited Leslie to go free rock climbing, you insist it is important, you never know what you might need to scale and he comes along. The climb is half over, you’ve made it up and have stopped to have lunch before heading back down. You’ve had a lingering question that has been poking around in the back of your mind, and you can’t keep quiet on it any longer, you ask, “So, I’ve been curious. What’s going on between you and Taylor?”

“Going on between?” He asks innocently before taking another bite of his sandwich, and you laugh, “Don’t play dumb Leslie. I’ve been listening to all the talk over the past two weeks and whenever she comes up there is something more there. She’s important to you, clearly, I am just curious what’s going on with that.” 

Leslie chews thoughtfully, swallows, and then responds, “She is…Not to sound cliché and all saccharine, but she is everything to me. I am just so far gone for her, no one else is quite like her, she is something else. There is this ineffable and magnetic force between us, this undeniable chemistry. We are meant to be and that is that. Fate you could call it. I think…She hasn’t accepted it yet, but I have faith she will come around to it all. I consider us practically already together, even if it isn’t official. Even with all the distance.” 

“So you want the Eugene and Jaime thing? Killer and survivor live happily ever after?” You ask it sincerely, not a hint of meanness, just earnest. 

He responds in kind, “I do. I want that more than anything. Don’t you?” He asks seriously and you laugh, helpless. “No, God no. That is not for me.”

He presses, “Can I ask why not?” 

“Sure, I just. The people we do this dance with, I think that they are too good for it, and not in some whiny holier than thou-” Your voice takes on a comical affectation as you say, “-oooh they are too good for us-” before dropping your voice back to normal, “-I mean I feel there is a level that I can’t relate to them on. A gap too large to bridge. I think perhaps, ending up with someone in our line of work would suit me better.” 

“No shit.” He hums, he has resumed eating, and you expound, “Yeah, I think I’d like to find someone else who does what we do. The pair of us, if we don’t die in the line of duty, eventually retire. Maybe mentor some newbies as a couple, I think it’s got a sweet quality to it.” 

“It does have appeal.” He admits. 

“Think you’ll do the mentoring thing when you eventually pack it in?” You ask, and he chuckles and gestures to you, “I think I already kind of am.” 

“Guilty.” You say with your hands up, and he responds, “But I don’t see any reason why I’d stop, this has been great so far.”

It is quiet, before you speak up, “I do hope Taylor wakes up to what’s between you. I hope you get your happy ending together.” 

“Thank you. I hope you get the same.” He admits.

It is a sweet moment. You almost feel bad when you ruin it, “So be honest, did you have the corruption kink before her or did she just make it worse?”

Leslie breaks down laughing, not expecting your pivot at all. He regains his composure and says, “Who says I have one in the first place?”

Your mouth is a flat unimpressed line, you narrow your eyes at him and say, “Leslie, you can’t be serious. It is so, so obvious. Show me a killer obsessed and in love with his virgin survivor who doesn’t have a corruption kink even a little and I will personally give you a million dollars.” 

“Alright fine, but what about you, hm? Are you immune?” He inquires, and you say, “In that respect? Yes.” 

“So what is your kink then?” He asks, and you don’t even need to consider it, you say automatically, “Delayed gratification. Having to wait for it and work hard for it. Look at what I’m devoting myself to, don’t be surprised that it extends further than my revenge plot and career path.” 

The conversation is playful, non-judgmental and just a bit flirty. It hasn’t been the first time things have gotten charged while you and Leslie have been talking. There is this energy that flows easily when you talk and banter is second nature it seems. It’s honestly very nice, and exceedingly welcome.

“There are certainly worse things to be into.” Leslie jokes, and you grin as you say, “You know what I am actually kinda into but keep hush, hush cuz it is pretty taboo?”

Leslie’s interest is piqued, he asks, “What?” 

“Ahab’s are hot.” You confess. 

“Ahab's are hot?!” Leslie exclaims in disbelief before prompting you, “Explain! Now!” 

“The hunting the hunter, the chase and tête-à-tête? The give and take? The fighting, the struggle? The being of good them, trying to stop the being of evil, you or me? The complexity of emotions, not to mention the hate fucking potential.”

“My God, and you give me shit for being into survivors.” Leslie laughs, and you say, “Sorry I’m not into literally scaring the pants off people! Your Ahab is hot by the way.”

“Doc? There is no way, Doc is not hot!” He insists.

“He is! Still so spry for a man his age, and his wardrobe? He has his colouring down, and dresses exceedingly well-”

The rest of lunch passes by easily, the climb down is exhilarating, and you come away from it all closer. 

A different day, you and Leslie are doing some strength training when he suggests doing some sparring. You happily agree, glad for some more practical hands-on experience. The fight is good, the struggle is fierce, you give up a great fight, but Leslie ends up getting you pinned. He is on his back, your back is to his chest, he has a firm arm around your throat, and you are stuck. You try to wriggle free, get up or out, but you cannot, and you give up struggling going limp in his arms. A deep breath before letting out a long and loud, “Fuck!” 

“You gotta do better than that.” He sighs as he lets you go, and you roll off of him, rubbing at your neck. “I know, I know, I was really trying-”

Leslie insists, “You were doing good, you just gotta try harder, be a hair smarter. If you get caught in just the wrong position you are fucked. So let me show you what to do if you get in a couple of different holds.” 

You let him, and are much better off for it. You finish the afternoon significantly sweatier and streaked with dirt, heaving and bruised from rolling around on the ground with Leslie but happy. 

Eugene and Jaime are great hosts, they have helped you just as much as Leslie has. They have ensured you were well-fed and well rested, you will be sad to leave. Provided you live, you could definitely see yourself coming back.

It’s your last night in the Glenn Echo area. Leslie at last gives you an overdue tour of the Vernon farm at night. He walks you through the events of his outing showing you each location as you go, and it is fantastic. You are outside the burnt out cider house, breathing in the cool night air and high on how great this trip has been. It has confirmed that this is the right, it is your calling, you are confident in yourself and your abilities. You feel at peace and rather serene. 

He breaks the silence and says, “You are going to do great.”

“You think I’m ready?” 

He sweeps his hand in a definitive motion as he states, “Oh definitely, no doubt. If anyone can do this, it’s you.” 

“Thank you for everything. No way would I be even half as prepared without everything I’ve learned down here.” You say it sincerely, and he praises you, “Hey, you are a great student, you put in the work, and it’ll pay off.” 

You turn to face him and say what has been on your mind all week, “I’m going to miss you.” 

“Awe same here.” He admits as you are holding eye contact. A firm beat before you say, “I should head back. I’m out of here early tomorrow and should get some sleep.”

“A good idea. Don’t be a stranger, hm?” He holds his arms out, and you brighten, stepping forward and hugging him firmly, “Never. If I don’t die in two months time, you’ll be hearing from me, I promise.” 

“I’ll hold you to that.” He pulls back, keeping his hands on your biceps and chews his bottom lip for a moment before saying, “I’m sorry for your loss by the way, your friend. I’m sure you’ll do right by her memory, now go knock em dead.”

You go back to Eugene and Jaime’s, you get good sleep, and you leave right on time. 

It takes a little over two months for Leslie to get word. He goes over to see you Eugene for lunch, and he is told first thing, “She did it! Harry called me this morning, she did the damn thing and did it beautifully.” 

Leslie couldn’t be happier for you, he encouraged Eugene to pass his private number to Harry, give it to you so he can get all the details. He regrets not giving you his number himself while you were still down here, total misstep on his part. Leslie doesn’t get that phone call. He is worried. It’s creeping up on three months when you surprise him. 

He went out to get some groceries and necessities, he comes inside and is putting things away when he hears the knock on the door. He finds you standing there, big smile and radiating more warmth than the July afternoon is, “Hey Leslie.” 

“Hi, holy shit, you’re here! Why are you here?” He asks, completely shocked, and you tell him, “Figured it’d be good to get out of the country for my cool down, sorry for the silence so far, it’s been crazy.” 

He pulls you into a hug as he states, “You are forgiven.” 

The hug lingers, and eventually you pull away, “Eugene and Jamie are hosting a celebratory dinner for me tonight, came by to invite you and catch up.”

He drags you inside, and you talk for hours. He wants all the details, and you give, you talk on and on about how your remaining prep went and how the big night went off without a hitch. You talk about the scares, the injuries, the kills and how the park is in fact closed for good. 

“That is part of why it took me a bit to get down here, first was healing up enough to travel safely and second was waiting to get the final word that it all worked.” You tell him and it makes sense to him. 

At one point during your talk, you say, “I get it. There was a moment between him and I. There was this odd…Tension. This hard to define moment, it was like, electric butterflies or something, I can’t describe it.” 

“I know just what you mean. So do you think-” He asks, letting the though trail off, and you say, “No. I don’t think so, not with him. But he won’t be the only one, who’s to say it won’t be someone else? I am more open to it but still not totally sold. I actually…Have someone else on my mind.” 

His brows raise, he sits up a bit straighter, “Oh?”

“You. I couldn’t stop thinking about you when I was away. I have never met anyone like you, who gets it like you do, I feel like we are on the same page whenever we talk. You just understand and I…I love that feeling, have been chasing that feeling, I haven’t felt understood since the day that close dear friend of mine died, not until you.” You take a steadying breath before continuing, “I know I’m not her, I’m not Taylor. I’ll never be and would never try to replace her. But…Maybe I can make the wait a little less lonely until she comes to her senses-”

He kisses you then, effectively shuts you up. This moment is one you have thought about endlessly but never expected it to actually happen. It feels better than any dream. It stops you in your tracks for a moment before you catch up, kiss him back, your hands on his shoulders. That first kiss ends, and he says, “You are not her, but you don’t need to be, I love just how you are.” 

The next kiss is initiated by you, and it is deeper, hotter. The second kiss becomes three, bleeds to five and onwards. You are on your back, and he is on top of you as it heats up, the pace is fervent and needy, you feel lost in it, adrift at sea. Your hands tug weakly on his shirt, he has one leg between yours and the need to grind on his thigh is intense, you go with it. Your hips squirm exactly once when all of a sudden he pulls back. He gets up and holds his hand out, “We should get going-”“Wha-what are you doing?” You ask breathlessly, and he says, “We don’t want to be late for dinner, it should be soon.” 

You practically pout but take his offered hand and let him help you up. He looks you in the eyes when he teases, “What’s the matter? I thought you were into delayed gratification?” 

He pulls away and starts for the front door, and you groan, “I never should have told you that.” 

“No you shouldn’t have, you’re gonna have to work for it.” 

The reason for tonight’s change of scenery is Herbert’s building frustration, paired with Dan’s and your inability to relieve it. The situation has been worsening for days and there has been nothing the pair of you can do. He has hit a wall in his research and refuses to let it go. He isn’t taking care of himself properly, isn’t eating right, refusing to sleep. Further still, Herbert is insistent that he push through and no amount of badgering is going to get him to listen to reason. So you and Dan do the only thing you can, you pull back. Let him do what he feels like he needs to and save your remaining sanity in the process. If you continue to prod it will only increase the friction and cause more unnecessary fights. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened, and it won’t be the last you are sure of it. Herbert always comes out the other side, at this point all you can do is give him time.

The now empty plates from dinner are on the table, and the movie is half over. You are curled into Dan’s side and feeling extremely relaxed until you hear hurried footfalls stomping up the basement stairs. A brief and curious look is shared until Herbert comes storming into the living room, as soon as he enters both of your eyes are fixed on him. 

You greet him first, “Heya Herbie, any breakthroughs to report?”

He scoffs with a roll of his eyes before responding bitterly, “No, none! Same as yesterday, same as it’s been this entire blasted week.” 

Leading you to ask, “So then what brings you back to the world of the living?” 

Dan nudges your shoulder and sighs, “Be nice to him, don’t make his bad mood worse.” 

You dutifully shut your mouth under Herbert’s harsh glare as he stares you down. His hands are resting on his hips as he leans forward and inquires in a rather biting tone, “May I speak without any other cute pithy remarks?”

Lips still sealed you make a sweeping gesture with your hand, encouraging him to speak his mind. He begins to expound as he starts to pace, “I was downstairs, trying to make progress and nothing was working. It’s been days with no headway and I can’t take it any longer. I decided to try and figure out how to get out of this terrible rut-”

You and Dan watch Herbert as he walks from right to left over and over, your heads following his trail as if watching a tennis match. 

Herbert presses on, explaining himself further, “-and I thought back to the other times I made major breakthroughs. I tried to find some correlation and finally, what might just fix this hit me!” 

You are very interested as you ask, “Well don’t keep us in suspense, what is it?”

Herbert is a very smart guy, you don’t love all of his ideas, but even you have to admit that at times he comes up with some truly stellar ones. Like the current situation you are in was all him. Herbert is on his side, wrists tied together behind his lower back, and Dan currently between his legs working well-lubed fingers into him. He is looking flush with his glasses slightly askew, a light sheen of sweat accumulating on his naked body, his breathing slightly laboured. You are watching with great interest while you are checking that the rest of the rope rig is good, not too tight but secure enough to not let him move more than you want. The ropes are framing his shoulders and arms, they wind down, making it so that his legs won’t be an issue either. Fingers hook under some of the ropes hugging his waist, and you tug twice, satisfied with your work you pull back. 

You ask Dan, “How’s he doing?” 

Herbert scoffs before saying in a clipped tone, “You can’t ask me? I’m right here.” 

Your response is in an equally annoyed fashion, “I don’t care what you have to say right now, you’re being exceedingly difficult and unnecessarily rude. It was your idea to do this but you sure as shit didn’t make tying you up easy.” 

“The ropes were not my idea, they were yours-” He starts, but you cut him off, “-Because we want you to stay in one fucking spot, my God.” You turn your eyes away from Herbert’s face, looking over his body to your fellow partner, prompting him to answer your previous question, “Dan?”

Daniel responds, “He’s opening up, slowly. I’m still on two fingers. As per usual, he’s too tense and can’t relax.” The end of the jab is punctuated with a sharp slap to Herbert’s ass with his hand that currently isn’t a few knuckles deep.

“I can help with that and shut him up at the same time.” You promise as you start to take off your pants quickly. 

“Oh lucky me.” Herbert retorts.

He knows he needs rest, knows he needs to relax, but he can’t make his mind calm down enough to do anything but try and press forward on his work. So what is the conclusion he has come to? He realized that the times after you all engage sexually to the point that he is truly and thoroughly exhausted? His mind quiets enough and his body is so fatigued sleep claims him easily. He wakes up renewed, able to do what is needed, eat and clean himself and get back into his work with fresh eyes. In short? He needs to get fucked extremely well, so his brain can do a hard reset, you and Dan are all too happy to provide. Not only because you want him to stop being such a whiny asshole and chill out, but because the times you and Dan use Herbert like this are indescribably pleasurable. It is great for bonding and helping release some of your own frustration over how Herbert has been treating you both for the past several days. 

With your pants and underwear removed you thread your fingers in short black hair and pull as you adjust his head to a better angle for what you want. You move closer and rest your knee on the mattress he is lying on, you are near enough to feel his hot breath on your already throbbing dick. You yank on his hair and command, “Open up.” 

His lips do part from how roughly you pull, and you take your moment to slip yourself between his plush and wet lips. Your head tips back, and you sigh out, “Fuck yes.” 

You don’t waste time, your own need had already been stirred by the incredible view, you slowly start to grind against and fuck his face. It feels so good, the way his lips feel wrapped around you, the heat alone is fantastic, forget about the slick even pressure. You can’t resist looking down at him and God you pulse from the view. Herbert’s flushed face, his eyes glaring daggers up at you while you occupy his mouth. He hates having to give in to his body’s physical needs, hates how much he needs this and gets off on it and honestly, you love to see how he struggles to reconcile it still. In fact, it is almost as delicious as the sight of him struggling against the ropes. 

You move your hips, work against his mouth and taunt him, “You can suck better than that, I know you can.” 

Purposefully poking at him, trying to stir up his competitive nature, make him work as hard as possible to please you is endlessly fun. He takes the bait. His brows furrow, eyes slipping closed as he redoubles his efforts, and sending another shockwave of pleasure through you. Soon the combination of suction and him winding his tongue around sensitive tissue, has your other knee threatening to buckle.

This is just an opener, something to whet your appetite and distract Herbert enough to get him prepped for the next part. In minutes, it has worked, he’s become so distracted while sucking your dick that his body relaxes enough for Dan to work a third finger into him. He thrusts, curls and scissors them in and out until at last he declares, “I’m getting more lube, you ready for the main event?”

You breathe out, near giddy, “Yes I am.” 

Dan’s fingers slide out, and you relish the weak moan of loss from Herbert as you pull back, reaching for the strap harness you’d already placed nearby. Slipping into it is an easy and well practiced ritual, as you are tightening the straps on your hips you look over to see Herbert and fucking Hell. He looks so debauched already. The flush on his face has travelled down his neck and is staining his chest, his lips are swollen from you fucking into it over and over and the mess of you has marked his chin. His hair is wrecked from your fingers knotting into it and his glasses have slipped much further down his nose, you should honestly take a picture of him because you don’t think the memory burned into your brain will be good enough. 

Herbert’s voice cuts through your musing bringing you back to the present moment, “Are you going to get back to the task at hand or are you just going to stare at me all evening?” 

You think he is right, you really should shut him up again, he is much more attractive when he is gagging on you. With a weary exhalation as you finish prepping yourself, you say, “You know you really know how to ruin a moment. I was just thinking about how good you look, and then you just had to start talking and shatter the whole thing.” 

Dan pipes up then, sounding more amused than perturbed, “On and on, it never stops. You both bicker way too much.” 

You are closer enough to press the head of the dildo affixed to your hips to Herbert’s mouth. Your reply is steeped in genuinely apology, “Sorry Dan, I know I’ve got to stop playing into it.” 

Hands on the back of his head you start to push forward and Dan is behind him lubing himself ready to take him from the other side. He responds, “I’m not much better you know, he’s just so good at pushing buttons. Trust me, I get it.” 

“Still-” You have slid about halfway in by this point, you breathe out, “-my apology stands.” 

“It’s appreciated.” He informs, his lube slick hand rests on Herbert’s hip and his other hand closes around the base of his shaft, and he starts to slide inside. 

The body you are both fucking into tenses, a moan vibrates up the shaft of the dildo and your hips jerk forward. You thrust all the way in, bottoming out, and you moan at the feeling that causes. The dildo you have was modified with Herbert’s help ages ago, the base of it has a textured part that grinds against you so fucking with the strap on provided actual physical stimulation making for much more natural feeling. This lets the toy feel like an extension of your actual cock, it is addicting, sends a rush to your head. It makes your body move on instinct, snapping your hips forward, helpless to do much else but chase the feeling. He at least works with you, puts in his own effort to help, bobbing his head up and down your shaft.

Dan’s own groan as he slides all the way inside sounds so hot, and that one vocal exclamation of pleasure truly sets you both in motion. You work together, find a good rhythm as you use and abuse Herbert’s body for your combined pleasure. Dan fucks in as you pull out, and he pulls out as you thrust in, over and over. 

You see the moment Herbert’s brain leaves the party. Dan has been fucking into him at a good steady pace and Herbert has been responding in kind, squirming and gasping around the toy you are still sliding in and out of his mouth, when he changes the angle just right. 

He has been purposefully avoiding hitting his prostate, a little payback for Herbert’s terrible mood and more, but now it is time to overwhelm him. Dan is battering that sweet spot perfectly. Herbert’s eyes go completely unfocused, he is looking upwards but not at you, no it’s more like he is looking past you. He isn’t actually seeing you, the location of where his gaze lands is a coincidence, his whole being is concerned with the radiating pleasure that is racking his whole body. One of your favourite things is playing with Herbert’s prostate, it is deliciously sensitive, he is so responsive when it’s touched, and can get pretty loud. Probably one of the best things about it, is that try as he might, he can’t cum from it alone, and all three of you have tried many times to make that happen. Many times over, and nothing can push him over. He needs at least a few small strokes of his dick to cum and let him splatter his release positively everywhere, and since you’ve tied him up? He is at your mercy, he isn’t cumming at all unless you both want him to. 

You feel the pleasure continuing to mount and build in yourself as you watch Herbert’s body tense further with every forward push of Dan’s hips. Soon the trembling starts, he has lost all sense of rhythm as he tries to continue blowing you, but his attempts are pathetic. So you take over completely. Fingers in his hair you fuck his mouth brutally, and Dan speaks up, “Don’t care if he can’t breathe?”

You laugh lightly before your breathless admission, “He’s fine, I can hear him sucking in air through his nose, you aren’t gonna let him cum?”

“Not till we’ve both gotten off, he’s gotta earn it for what he put us through this week.” Dan informs, and you grin, a shake of your head with a joyful moan, “God, I love how mean you are sometimes.” 

True to his word, Herbert doesn’t get off until you both do. 

Your pleasure is sealed first, the build up is perfect, a steady arc that rises and rises making your pace become sloppy as you get close. “Fuh-fuck, his mouth is too good, I’m gonna cum.” 

The groan that tears out of your throat sounds wrecked, but you could not care less, the resulting orgasm is phenomenal. You’ve buried the full length of the strap down Herbert’s throat, his nose is pressed to coarse hair as you rock your hips forward and back, fucking the tightness of his neck and drawing out every ounce of your high. You are panting on the come down when you pull out of him, the dildo is dripping in saliva and as soon as you slide out Herbert is coughing and gasping for air. A garbled curse is thrown at you, perhaps the word ‘asshole’, you aren’t sure.

The back of your hand wipes over your forehead, and you sigh out, “Oops, sorry.” with a smile, not actually meaning your apology whatsoever. You would have done way worse to him for an orgasm of that quality, you don’t feel the least bit bad about using his body to get off. Dan asked, “Good one?”

You exhale heavily before you praise, “Oh my God, yes. He did amazing.”

Finally, Herbert stops hacking and regains his composure enough to speak his voice is very rough, “Fucking Hell Daniel please, it’s been long enough-” He groans, “-let me cum!”

“God, he did a number on your throat. You did a good job.” Dan admits, fucking in harder. “M’ almost there, soon as I’m done, you can.” With another rough thrust in, he punctuates the action with a simple word, “Patience.” 

He doesn’t last much longer, less than two minutes later his head is hanging forward as he ruts into him one last time and cums deeply with a long and low groan. 

Herbert is begging, completely undignified, “Please, please, please-” Dan gives in, he hasn’t even fully come down before his hand closes around Herbert’s painfully hard dick. His orgasm hits in five strokes, while Dan is still held to the base in his ass. The mess of cum spatters on his chest and the sheets, his body twisting as much as the ropes allow him as he rides it out. You muse once again that a picture of Herbert like this would be an amazing keepsake.

When all is said and done, the ropes are untied, Herbert is cleaned up and his glasses taken off. Herbert doesn’t say anything, blissfully quiet, and totally spent. You make him drink a glass of water and eat a plate of the leftovers from the dinner you and Dan made, and he falls asleep as soon as he is done eating. Dan and yourself join him in bed and crash pretty hard too. 

Amber has her arms around his neck, tight body and inviting curves pressed flush against him. Her fiery orange curls have gained more volume from tonight's activities, a wild but undeniably attractive mess. Her lips are kiss bruised, and she is once again left wearing nothing but that necklace he gifted her years ago. She looks totally blissed out, you think she never looks better than how she looks at times like these. 

Freddy is equally bare, reclined and with one of his hands resting on her lower back, looking relaxed and at ease. His fingers trace invisible patterns that you can’t discern, his attention is totally focused on her. His eyes are playful and amused, lips quirked up and nodding along, as she babbles in that adorably fucked out way. She is heaping on the praise over how amazing the sex tonight was.

You’ve been entangled with the pair of them for a very long time now, it had taken years to earn your place in this bed. You’d met him first, initially meant to be a victim but had managed to twist and pervert his hunt. You were so entertaining whenever he paid you a visit that you eventually got to meet her. Amber adores what you bring to their dynamic and over time has found herself loving you similarly that she does him, something you’d never take for granted and are endlessly grateful for.  Once you’d charmed them both and proven yourself night after night, you were given access to their safe haven, and they spend more nights with you than alone with each other. You work, spend time in reality with her here and there, and a few dreams a week you and Amber visit Freddy. It is fantastic to say the very least, and you know you are the luckiest person on fucking Earth to be included in what they have carefully cultivated. 

The night is winding down, you can feel it, hitting that point where he will send you and Amber on your ways. As if on cue Freddy is brushing some hair off her forehead and saying, “Alright shortstack, we gotta call it.” 

“Awe nooo, come on-” She whines, tightening her arms around him. He laughs, rolling his eyes and arguing back, “Your alarm is gonna go off soon! And you are gonna see me tomorrow night anyway.” 

He is right, tomorrow is Friday night, their standing date night. Your invitation is becoming a given more and more often as of late, which is wonderful. 

“Ugh, fine, fine.” She lets go and sits up on her knees, stretching her arms high above her head. Your eyes follow the movement unable to resist the view and so do his, the pair of you lock eyes around the dip of her waist. You smile, and he chuckles, both of you are helpless for her; the times you catch the other in the midst of admiring her are as amusing as ever. 

He sits up, his hand grips her hip, and he leans up as she moves down. Their customary good night kiss is shared, surprisingly chaste. Once she pulls away from him, she crawls over to you. Her hands come down on either side of your head, she says in that warm flirty tone that is classic her, “I had sooo much fun tonight.” 

“Me too.” You hum in kind. She leans down, you meet her in the middle and kiss her. It’s too brief for your liking, a tease, meant to leave you wanting more for tomorrow and it works. She utters your name and tells you goodnight. You are debating pulling her down to kiss her again, when he speaks up interrupting your little moment, “Night Amber.” 

She looks over her shoulder back to him as she responds, “Night Freddy.” 

Then you hear it, the tell-tale snap of his fingers, and you expect to jerk awake in your bed as always. Instead? Amber disappears and you remain. She was here one second and gone the next, leaving you still on the bed and feeling confused. You push yourself up, eyes landing on Freddy who is already staring at you. 

This never happens. 

When Amber leaves, you leave. Being here alone with Freddy feels odd. You don’t think it has ever been just you and him in the playroom without Amber. You wonder what the reason for this could possibly be, you utter his name like a quiet question. 

He says, “I wanted to talk to you alone.” 

“Oh! Okay, sure, what about?” You asked. He gestured with his hand, a silent request for you to come closer. You oblige without issue. 

He starts, “I was thinkin’ ahead about a little surprise for tomorrow.” He continues, “Somethin’ you and I can do for Amber.” 

Your brows raise, you are immediately intrigued. Prompting him, you say,  “Go on.”

“See, before you came into the picture and before the uh, gap years-” He is referring to the inadvertent two-year break in their relationship, they’d filled you in on that a long time ago, “-there was somethin’ we’d do. I used to have a rotation of other toys, I’d see Amber the most of course, but they’d come around every so often.” 

You nod along, and he continues, “And I’d fuck them, in front of her, and she loved it.” 

Makes sense, you and Freddy are together all the time in front of her, and she laps it up. You are still a bit confused though. Freddy cuts in, “And I know what you are thinking, we already do that, but not like how I used to. She is still involved, included. What I’m suggesting is different.” 

He reaches out, hands catch your waist, and he pulls you closer until you are straddling him. Your chest is pressed to his, and you can feel the words rumbling out as he says, “Here’s the plan, we bring her here like usual.” 

Freddy leans up, you feel his hot breath on your neck as his lips brush over your sensitive skin, “We tie her up, and then we start playing with each other, and you wanna know the real fun part?”

Your eyes are nearly closed, enjoying how he leisurely mouthed at your throat, you hum in question and at last he finishes by saying, “We don’t stop. We ignore her, don’t touch her, fuck each other stupid in front of her. We deny her, cruelly. She is only gonna be allowed to watch.”

Oh my God, what an idea. 

You were thoroughly satisfied from the sex you hard earlier, and yet his ardent ministrations, paired with his suggestions are so unbelievably hot that you easily find yourself wanting again. You tell him quickly, “Yes, I want to! I am so in.” 

He pulled back enough that you are able to see the expression on his face; wide wolfish grin and predatory eyes. He purrs out, “You won’t regret it, trust me.” 

You believe him, your arms loop around him, and you pull him near enough to bid him good night properly. The kiss you share is electric, rife with the promise of what is to come tomorrow.

You leave shortly after that, wake up in your own bed, excited for what the next night holds. This evening's plans linger on your mind all day, you find it hard to focus on much else honestly. When bedtime does roll around, you slip between the sheets and can feel your heartbeat hammering in your ribcage. Sleep does not claim you easily, you need to force yourself to lie still and rely on some breathing techniques to relax yourself enough to slip into unconsciousness. You wake to find yourself in the playroom’s bed, sitting up you glance around and find that you’ve arrived before Amber. 

Freddy makes his own presence known, you hear him before you see him, looking over your shoulder to find him on the approach. 

You ask him, “I beat her here?”

He pauses at the top of the three steps leading down onto the sunken bed as he laughs, “Ha, no. She’s been asleep for a fuckin’ while, but I haven’t pulled her in quite yet.” 

“Any particular reason?” You inquire as you stare up at him. He informs, “Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page about tonight.” 

A quirk of a brow but you gesture with one hand, encouraging him to elaborate. 

He starts by saying, “Amber does love what we are about to do, I want you keep that in mind because she is not going to make it easy.” You don’t stop him, just sit and listen intently as he continues, “I’ve never met anybody better at begging and when she picks up our intentions tonight? She’s gonna do everything to entice us to play with her. You can’t give in to those pretty fuckin’ pleading words or her tears-”

Your mouth drops open, cutting in as you ask, “Tears?” 

He laughs harder than he did previously, “Yes, tears. Trust me, she can get so frustrated it makes her cry, I’ve seen it, and I am counting on it happening. I love to see it, but don’t let it sway you. She’ll be fine, she’ll live.”

You have seen Amber cry plenty of times, tears of pleasure or of pain, but this particular brand would be new. 

Freddy asks, “Do you think you can do this?”

You desperately want to, you want to please him and her, deeply crave to satisfy them both. So you tell him, “Yes, I can.” 

He grins, “Let’s bring her in then.” with a snap of his fingers, you are no longer alone in this bed. 

She comes to near immediately, eyes open, body stretches and a smile spreads across her face. Amber scoots closer, her arms slip around your waist, and she squeezes you with a warm greeting. You return with a greeting of your own and glance towards Freddy, you share a look not dissimilar from the ones he and Amber have shared countless times before ganging up on you. 

Amber was all too excited to be tied up. Freddy makes the suggestion, and she jumps at the opportunity. Soft and smooth red ropes are summoned in nicely looped coils, hanging off his fingers. She gets into a comfortable position and presents herself. He drops the ropes onto the bed and with a subtle twitch of his fingers they come to life. The red woven strands writhe and move snake like, sliding over the sheets and as soon as they touch her skin they begin to wrap and envelop her. 

The rope rig comes together quickly, leaving Amber splayed and immobilized. She looks incredibly good, completely delicious, the sheer light blue négligée she wears leaves nothing to the imagination and the red lines frame all her best assets. The ropes are looped around her wrists, pulling her arms above her head, further they circle her elbows and shoulders, waist and her hips before tying her legs open. She can’t close her legs at all, both of her thighs are secured to calves, she can’t even stretch her legs out. They squeeze her tits too, pushing them up and out. Most notably however, her cunt is bare and exposed, Amber is tied on her back and has no hope of getting any kind of stimulation. 

She tests the ropes, tries to squirm and can barely move at all. Amber smiles indulgently, she sighs dreamily, “I’ve missed this.”

Freddy has joined you on the bed, an arm around your shoulders, he responds to her, “Awe I know shortstack, s’ been too long, and I could tell you’ve been missing it.”

What Amber says next is hilarious, “You are so good to me.” 

You turn your head and suppress a laugh into Freddy’s sweater clad shoulder, playing it off like you are just nuzzling into him and getting closer. You are both going to make her eat those words. He chuckles before he hums out, “Awe I know, I’m the best.” 

Your finers catch on the collar of his sweater, you tug and look up as you tease, “And so humble too.” 

“My positive traits are truly endless.” He muses cockily, before he leans down and catches your mouth in a playful kiss. You return his affection, burning to start getting physical after all the time you spent today thinking about this. The make out escalates quickly as it always does with him, his tongue in your mouth, his hands sliding up your thin pajama shirt. 

Your eyes are closed, but you can feel Amber’s gaze on you both. Somehow, you can feel her giddy energy radiating from her bound body, as if every pore is spilling unfiltered sunshine, warm and joyful. Amber is startingly good at that, conveying so much without a single word or touch. 

His fingers squeeze and toy with your nipples, twisting and pulling with incredible pressure. You moan into the openmouthed ongoing kiss, and soon you are no longer sitting up, instead pushed onto your back. Your hips grind up into his and clothes are disposed of in short order. Fabric is tossed haphazardly in the race to get to each other and start torturing the watchful redhead nearby. 

The next several minutes are a pleasurable blur of eager touches and exploring to work one another up. You are on your back, currently taking him as deep as you can down your throat, messy and working your hand in tandem with your mouth on his shaft. While he has a hand between your thighs alternating between strumming your clit and fingering your wet clenching hole. It feels so fucking good, the sensations he delivers are so fucking addicting. Even through the haze, you keep stealing glances at Amber, and she is still very into the ongoing display, happy to watch for the time being. 

Freddy is just too good at what he does, a few minutes of his focus and bliss is on the horizon. He let up until you are moaning incoherently around his shaft, your thighs squeezing his hand as your first orgasm of the evening washes through you. The peak of it is strong with those blue eyes across the bed soaking in all the details of your climax. He pulls his dick out of your mouth, gracious enough to let you catch your breath as you come down from your high. You suck down a few deep breaths, and he asks in that confident and cocky tone, “Feel good?”

“Mmm.” You hum, head still a little foggy to give a proper response which makes him laugh lightly. He circles his pointer finger and asks, “Roll over?”

You do as he asks, but also find your voice and joke, “Should I woof too?” 

“Are you fucking trying to set me up for the most obvious bitch joke possible?” He fires back. His hands slide under your hips, and he pulls them up, you let yourself be led so you are in doggy style and that realization makes you laugh hanging your head. That laugh is cut short when he slides inside you suddenly to the hilt, and instead the vocal expression of mirth cracks and bleeds into a loud moan. 

It is right around this point that Amber starts to think something is off. Neither of you are looking at her, are on the opposite side of the bed so you aren’t touching her in any way and once she was tied up you stopped acknowledging her at all. 

Amber watches as Freddy begins to fuck you, takes in how your fingers curl in the sheets and how your mouth forms around the moans that spill out. She watches the line leans of his body, how his hands knead your hips and ass as he fucks into you roughly. You adjust the angle of your body slightly and then gasp when that sweet spot is hit just right, “Oh fuck-”

He praises, “God, that cunt feels perfect. Soaking wet, just listen to that shit-” He picks up the pace, and the sounds from your drenched pussy fills the space with the sounds of your debauched sex. 

The gravity of the situation sinks in at that exact fucking moment, the feeling of déjà vu that has been slowly building is now unignorable and unmistakable for her. Amber has been here before in this exact position, made to watch as he finds release in another, playing spectator while denied and unable to do anything to relieve herself. 

God, it has been entirely too long. 

She loves this. 

Amber is a woman who loves big emotions, grand feelings, all consuming and capable of really sweeping her up in them. She loves the threat of being swallowed up by an inescapable torrent, surging inside her head and ribcage equally. Sharing him is not the issue, there is no humiliation or getting down on herself, she is secure in her position in his life and loves what you have brought to it. She loves you just like she loves him. 

No, the pleasure is derived from how totally unfair it is. Life is cruel and unfair and Amber, clever cookie that she is, found a perfect way to cope with it, that way being? She found ways to sexualize it and get off on it, doing that really takes the sting out. Amber deserves to feel good and to cum, to be included and pampered just as much as you do. Being left out is unfair and things that are unfair make her terribly wet and leaves her wanting deeply. 

She bites her bottom lip and swallows. She finally speaks up and asks, “Can I please-” 

Freddy talks over her, pays no attention or mind whatsoever when he commands, “Yeah, keep moving back just like that.” You listen, a frantic nod, rocking backwards and meeting him in the middle. The movements are hurried as you feel your second orgasm of the night welling up. You make sure to tell him, “God, Fred-dy, don’t stop, M’ gonna-” 

“Oh I know-” He drawls, “-come on, do it.” 

You do, you cum much harder than the first time, and you are not quiet. Amber is already dripping wet and is throbbing with pure need. She struggles against the ropes and that worsens her arousal considerably. 

Any time she tries to speak, she is ignored or talked over. No matter how she begs, or tries to reach either of you it all falls on deaf ears. She whimpers and cries, bites her lip raw and yanks on the ropes over and over till her wrists are made sore from her attempts to try and touch herself. With how her legs are tied she can’t even try to rub herself against the mattress, it is all so futile.

Amber watches as you switch positions, from face down ass up (her favourite), to you getting on your back once again and your ankles over his shoulders. She feels completely helpless as she observes you riding him with your thighs trembling. You cum over and over, you lose count, she does not. When he finally is finished with you, two of his own orgasms overflowing and dripping out, you fall to the sheets spent and sweaty. You feel completely satisfied, you didn’t think that being so totally mean to Amber could elevate sex this much, but it did. Every mournful sound and pained whine, her tearful eyes and that kissable pout, it was an unexpectedly fantastic aphrodisiac. 

Having his total and complete attention on every need of yours was phenomenal. 

Freddy has fallen beside you, trying to catch his own breath just like you were. It is quiet, well mostly quiet, save for a few weak sniffles from Amber. You turn your head and look at her, not a fleeting glance stolen in the throes of ecstasy but a real good look, and Christ. Still tied, legs splayed, wrists above her head and lingerie sticking to her body with sweat. Those thick fiery orange curls frame her face, tears staining her flushed cheeks and her lips are parted as she pants softly. She has never looked hotter to you. 

She asks, “Are you done?”

Freddy isn’t able to look away from her any longer either, taking her in, and he responds, “Yeah, we’re done.” 

Then there is a snap of her fingers and the ropes release all their tension at once, they fall away, and she launches herself forward to your prone forms. She is pushed up on her hands, and it comes pouring out in a rush, “Oh my fucking God that was incredible! You were both so, so hot! I loved it so much! I seriously needed this-” 

The pair of you break down in delighted laughter as your shared favourite slut heaps on the endless praise. Once she has calmed down her rambling enough, you ask an important, “Wait, so, you could have got out of the ropes yourself at any time?”

“Oh! Yeah, I totally could have, the amount of control I’ve gained here it would have been nothing but-” Freddy cuts in, “-but where is the fun in that?”

“Exactly! You so get me! It’s about being allowed to!” It makes perfect sense, he tied her up and took away her permission to feel pleasure tonight, and she goes along with it. Stealing it when he doesn’t want it isn’t right, if he says no and doesn’t wish it so then she doesn’t want it either. It is all about context. 

She is still a bit squirmy, she looks a little more shy now when she asks, “So can I get off too?”

Freddy looks over at you and asks, “What do you think?”

Deferring to you on this is huge, you can’t fuck it up if you want to do this again and God do you ever. You think for only a minute before an evil idea hits, you wonder briefly if it is too mean, but you decide no, you think it is pitch perfect. 

You reach out, hand cradling her cheek as you tell her, “Of course you can!”

She leans into your touch as she brightens, a wide grin and a quiet, “Yes!” 

Before you thread your fingers in her curls and pull, hard. You tell her one more word that makes that smile fall, “Tomorrow.” 

Freddy cackles, hooking his arm tighter around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he praises, “Oh that is diabolical. Yes, I agree you can, tomorrow.”