My emo phase matured into a goth phase

“It isn’t your fault,” you take a deep breath. “I got mesmerized by watching Drake.”

“Getting him here was not an easy ask,” Will sighed. “Bonaparte and his Saint were not the right ones to ask either.”

As far as you are aware Napoleon only wields a sword, and Jean? Teaching? That wouldn’t have gone over smoothly either. “Is there a reason why you didn’t stick with swords?”

“There is a pirate in this story. I wanted Sir Francis’s input on the character.”

Now that he knows a pirate he is going to be getting as much information out of him as possible. You just just hear how annoyed Drake would have sounded when Will came to him with so many questions. Despite that, you also know he answered all of them.

“At least this is getting him off the water and flirting with god knows who.” You lean against the stage again, continuing to watch him.

After a few more minutes Will calls for a break. It wasn’t until then that Drake noticed you, and started to walk over to the edge of the stage.

“Are you the one I ‘ave to thank for lunch, little fawn?” He crouches down in front of you, a bit of sweat dripping down his face from the practice sparing.

You pull a handkerchief out of your pocket and reach up to wipe his face clean. “Do you need me to get you some water?”

Drake tries swatting your hand away, but you don’t let him. “I’m fine.” He leans back to sit down. He hooks his ankles to the edge of the stage and pulls himself closer, having you between his legs.

“You should at least come over and get something to eat.”

“Did ya know William is good with a sword?” He takes the handkerchief from you and wipes off his own face, getting the sweat down his neck too.

“Hmm? Oh yeah.” Hearing Will being referred to as William always throws you off for a second. “I’ve seen him teach some of the actors how to spar with the props.”

“How did he learn? It’s not like he would be able to keep up in a real fight. He ain’t quick or fast enough.”

“He is a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to his plays. Even if the majority of people don’t know how a real sword fight would go, he wants it to be believable. But I don't know who taught him.”

Drake seemed to be pondering something, but you couldn't tell what. Why is he so interested in Will all of a sudden? It isn't like they haven't met countless times before.

“He told me that you're helping with some of the fighting scenes?” Not that you didn't believe him, you just wanted to hear it from Drake himself.

“Aye.” He looks at the handkerchief and how gross he made it. Figuring you didn't want it back he shoves it into his own pocket. “I didn't really want to help’em,” his voice trails off as if there might be a ‘but’ added to the end.

“But?” You try to push his words.

“But nothin’.” He leans back on his hands, his breathing getting back to normal.

“But you're here, aren't you?”

He lets out a huff of air. “It's somethin’ different.”

You give him a pout. That's not a real answer. You want to know why Drake would help Will with something like this. “Well I'm going to go eat with everyone else.”

“I'll grab somethin’ later.”

He watches you walk over to the troupe, watching everyone talking and laughing. He sets his head on his shoulder and keeps observing. He may have agreed but this doesn't feel like a place where he belongs.

After a few more hours of practice, the sun is starting to set, and as everyone is finishing up what they are doing they are leaving. The guy that Drake was working with ended up catching on quicker than expected, and the two spent the day doing practice spars.

They aren't intense since the other is still only an actor after all, but the fights looked interesting. Drake even seemed like he was having fun.

“Sir Francis, I-”

“I told ya to drop that snobby title.”

Everyone is gone and it was just the three of you. Will is up on stage, his outer coat gone and his hair pulled back. He is always so well kept that it can be jarring to see how dirty he gets at the theater. Drake is down in the dirt pit, his shirt off, he holds his dagger with his teeth as he fixes his hair, pulling it back better. He is walking closer to the stage, and rather than coming over from the side, he gets to the front, putting a hand on the wooden platform and jumping up.

“I wished to thank you for assisting me with my troupe.”

Once he was up on his feet he held the dagger in his hand. “Don't come askin me for too many favors.”

“I told you that I would be willing to compensate you for your time. I know money means not much to you, but if there is anything else I can offer I-”

Drake cuts him off again. He kept eyeing the props in his hand and has been curious all day. “Fight with me.”

“Pardon?”

Pointing with the dagger, he points to the sword Will was holding, about to put away. “I want to see how good ya are.”

Will looks down at the sword. It may be a prop but it is still metal, the blade of it just isn't sharp. “Sir Francis, I am not a swordsman. I know enough to teach a fake battle, not to actually honor oneself.”

“Just amuse me, William. I'm sure ya are better than ya think. I'll even stick with me dagger so you have an advantage.”

“Feels more like a disadvantage,” he mumbles. He holds the sword in his hand, quickly trying to get adjusted to the weight of it.

“Do ya normally use rapiers?”

“It was the common weapon of our time, was it not?”

Drake nods, he just wanted to be sure that the style was something he was actually used to.

All while this is going on, you are behind the stage getting the costumes put away, there were a few things you had to fix, but it would take no time at all. Hearing the clanging of metal start to hit each other again for you confused. It was a common sound to hear when they were practicing a fight scene, but everyone else was gone.

You quickly hang up the coat in your hand and go out to the stage to see what is going on. You freeze the moment you see them fighting. Your mind goes blank and you can't do anything but watch. It is a bit more serious than how Drake was sparing earlier, but definitely nowhere close to how you see Napoleon and Jean spar.

One may think that the one with the sword has an advantage because they are able to keep their opponent at sword length, but the moment the one with the dagger gets any closer, the swordsman can't use their sword for anything but blocking. Without having the space between the two of them, Will can't get the sword into its proper place to be able to strike back. Meanwhile Drake is within the right distance to be able to slice or stab.

Was Drake asking you so many questions earlier because he wanted to gauge how good Will is?

Luckily, anyone could tell that Drake was still holding back. He wasn't taking it too seriously.

“Don't tell me ya only know how to defend.” Drake slashed the dagger out and Will quickly lifted the sword to block it from hitting his shoulder.

“Defending is not a bad thing. After sometime,” Will pauses. You thought it was because he was possibly losing his footing, but he found an open opportunity to change his footing and kick Drake back, finally giving him the room he needs. “You will let your guard down and grant me an opening.”

Now with the proper space between them, Will is able to be more on the offense. There were plenty of times that Drake could have switched this up again, but for some reason didn't.

The moment there was a good pause between the weapons hitting each other, you couldn't help but call out. “What are you two doing?”

You started to walk out, causing the two of them to look at you.

“Just havin’ a friendly duel,” Drake explains.

Will lowered the sword as you came closer. “Sir Francis wished to see how well I wield a sword.”

From the corner of your eye you could see Drake rolling his eyes when Will used that title. You could tell that both of them had been at it for a while. Will had broken out into a sweat, it was even showing through on parts of his shirt. You can't imagine it was easy for him to hold up against Drake. Meanwhile Drake has been at this all day, which explains why he simply ditched his shirt.

“Well call it even. I don't want either of you two getting hurt,” you pout.

“Does that mean we also ‘ave to split our prize?” Drake puts his dagger back in the sheath on his belt.

“Prize? Did you two make a bet?” It wouldn't make much sense since at any time Drake could have overpowered Will and just won.

“Yes. But if you wish for us to call it even then there is no winner.” Will walked upstage to put his sword on the rack with the other props.

“But it also wouldn't be fair to ‘ave done o’ of that an’ just toss away the prize either.” Drake walks up to you, wrapping an arm around you.

With your bodies touching, you manage to turn to look at him. “And what did you guys agree on?”

Before Drake could answer, Will was already at your other side. His fingers grabbed your chin to make you look at him instead. “Why it was you, darling.”

~~

“Stop lookin’ at him, little fawn,” Drake grabs your chin and turns your head to look back at him. “He gets enough attention on stage.”

He is about to lean in to kiss you when, from your front, Will tries pushing him back. You almost don’t remember how you got into this situation. Your body is facing Will’s while Drake is pressed against your back. There is almost no space between your bodies. The closest place was Will’s villa. The whole ride back they teased you. Drake can’t keep his hands off of you while Will won’t stop with his poetry. You can’t even remember what all he said, or where all Drake touched.

“I think you have touched her enough.” Will’s arm wraps around your waist, trying to pull you more into his body.

So much for them evenly sharing you. It seems like they are still fighting over you. “G-guys. You don’t need to keep fighting over me,” you chuckle nervously. This is a situation that you swear would only happen in a dream. There is not enough luck in the world for this to be real.

“Just because I agreed to share ya doesn’t mean I wan’ to,” Drake pouts. You feel his fingers against the back of your neck as he moves your hair to one side. His lips feel warm against your skin and you can’t help but tilt your head to the side.

Will starts tugging your shirt out of your waistband, his hands feeling up your torso as his lips press against yours.

Drake huffs as Will gets handsy. Seeing how Will acts is completely different from any vision Drake has of him. The whole gentleman thing is only an act, which he should have guessed. While Will’s hands stayed around your waist, Drake pulled your shirt up more to be able to grope you. The moan you made broke your kiss. Drake’s hands skillfully get under your bra to cup each one of your boobs. With his head still in the crook of your neck, Will can see the smirk on his eyes.

Drake pulls you back against his body more as he fondles you, kissing away at your neck. His shirt is cold and wet from sweat clinging to it, but you can still feel his body heat coming though. Will’s fingers undo your skirt's closure with ease, the fabric dropping to the ground. Cold air hits your skin, causing you to shiver. Rather than pulling them down, Will just moves the piece of fabric from your underwear to the side, slipping a finger inside of you without much warning.

“Ahh-hh!” as his finger gets deeper you stand on your toes as if you are trying to lift yourself off of him.

“Just relax, darling.” His other hand caresses your cheek.

Drake lets you go for a moment to be able to fully unclasp your bra, getting tired of it pushing into his hands. “Let’s get rid o’ this too.” He lifts your shirt over your head, tossing it to the side. With Drake no longer supporting your body, you stumble a bit.

“Look ‘ere, little fawn.” You lean back against his chest, moaning as Will slides another finger into you, working them in and out. It takes a moment before Drake grabs your jaw to make you look at him, forcing you into a kiss.

Only it’s not just a kiss. With your mouth open from moaning, it worked in Drake’s favor. Slipping some whiskey into your mouth as he kissed you. You didn’t even have a moment to think about where he grabbed it from before the liquor hit the back of your throat. But Will watched him grab the flask out of his back pocket.

When Drake pulls back, he licks your lips, not wanting to waste a drop. “Wonder how well you can hold ya liquor.”

“Do not give her too much,” Will glares at him. “I cannot have her too drunk.”

“What? Don’t ya like being a little tipsy when ya fuck?” Still having a hold of your jaw he gives you another kiss. You can’t tell if the taste of whiskey is from his lips or your own. Your back was against Drake, while Will’s fingers kept your bottom half closer to him, causing you to arch your back just enough to keep your chest out in the open.

“Oh it is not about that,” he smirks, his eyes now focused on what’s in front of him. “You see,” Will lifts his arms up to reveal Drake’s dagger, that at some point he managed to swipe off of his belt. “Alcohol thins the blood.” He gently glides the blade from your throat down to your chest, between your boobs. There is no pressure so there is no risk of cutting you, but you can still feel the coolness of the blade. “I would rather her not bleed too much.”

All Drake fed you was about a shot's worth, but it was enough to get your body warm. Enough to feel the liquor flowing through your body.

Drake looks down at his side. “When did ya?” he didn’t even feel him take it. How could be pickpocketed when he is right there in front of him.

Will chuckles as the blade goes in circles on your breast. “Even a pirate can be fooled when there is a beautiful lady in front of him, Francis.”

“If that’s how ya goin’ to play,” he pulled the flask out again, holding it in front of you after opening it up. You were biting your lip. One mouthful was enough. “No? Guess I need to give it to ya the same way.”

Drake takes another swig of the whiskey. You didn’t plan on opening your mouth so easily, but suddenly Will’s fingers thrusted into you harder than before. Drake wasn’t expecting Will to play along, but he took advantage of it and kissed you again. Will’s fingers kept going, even adding a third, making your body squirm more. If you weren’t trapped between the two of them you surely would have lost your balance.

His lips stayed on your until he was sure that you swallowed it all. “Good girl,” he smirks, pushing your hair back. He hooks an arm around you, grabbing your chest again to help you stand. “Taste good, don’t it?” he smirks, keeping your head in place, watching to watch your face get even more flushed.

You could feel your head spinning. Every inch of your body felt warm. You tried to wiggle just to be able to feel your limbs and it reminded you of Will’s fingers still on you. You aren’t sure if it is the fingers rubbing against you or part of the alcohol, but you just keep getting wetter.

“William, why don’t we-” he breaks his gaze from you to look at Will, only he isn’t where he thought he was. “Huh?” Looking a second longer he notices him kneeling in front of you.

“‘old her still for me.” Will’s fingers left your insides, dragging the wetness across your thigh. The dagger in his hand slides under the small strip of fabric still on your body. The coldness lingered even after he tore it away, causing your underwear to fall to the floor.

“So gettin’ her drunk wasn’t going to stop ya after all,” he chuckles. Drake makes sure he has a good grip on you, groping your tit tighter. With the whiskey getting to you, you can only moan. The coldness moved from your hips to your thigh. Feeling the sharp tip of it grazing against your skin before it finally digs in and drags.

You don’t even tense. The alcohol has numbed your body enough where you can only feel a slight sting. The initial pain from a bite stings more than this. As soon as blood starts to leak from the wound he pulls the knife away to lick it up. He looks up at you as his tongue drags across your skin, causing Drake to quickly look away.

You try moving your body. He is so close to where his fingers just were and you want that feeling back. “Ungh… Will.” You can’t help but droop your head a little to watch him. His lips draw out the blood until no more is coming out.

“Ya done? Let's move her to the bed before she collapses.”

Without waiting for much of an answer, Drake lifts you up, carrying you over to Will’s bed. Not that he minded holding you up, but he wanted to do more than just grope you.

Being moved so quickly has the room spinning even more. “Drake,” you whine, trying to get more comfortable on the bed. As soon as you were out of his arms he finally ditched his shirt. With his pants open he leans over you, putting a hand on your cheek to make sure you are looking at him. “What? Ya can call him by ‘is name properly, but not me?” Your limbs feel heavy and light at the same time, almost like you don’t have full control over them. You wrap an arm around Drake to bring him in for a kiss. The last thing he expected was for you to hungrily kiss him. Once you were done you made a sour face, tasting the whiskey all over again.

“Blah.”

“I don’t taste that bad,” he licks his own lips. “Now let me hear ya say my name.” With your arm still around him, his hot breath hit your already warm face.

“Ungh..Draaake,” you tried to pull him down for another kiss despite the first one tasting bad.

“No. Me first name. Then I’ll kiss ya.”

Will sits on the edge of the bed by your head, stroking your hair, his shirt also discarded. “My muse simply likes me more,” Will chuckles, giving Drake a teasing smile.

“Oh stop wit’ that shit eatin’ grin,” he reaches up to slap it off his face but Will quickly moves.

You finally got your thoughts together and finally registered what he was asking. “Francis,” you manage to let out.

“Good girl,” he lets you pull him in for another kiss as he gets himself between your legs, pushing his pants further down.

“What makes you think that you get to have her first?”

“First? You were already in her. Not my fault you wasted it with ya fingers. Besides, it’s not like you would’ve won against me anyway.”

“I do not intend on sitting here and watching.”

You truly couldn’t make out what they were saying. Under any normal circumstance you have to concentrate on each word to make sure you understood what it was they were trying to say. Now with liquor flooding your brain you couldn’t bring yourself to try to decipher.

You barely noticed your arm slip from around Drake as he sat up. You didn’t even notice the groan he made, it was just lumped into their little argument. Then the room began to spin again, but only because you were being rolled over. Drake rolled you onto your stomach and got you up on your knees.

There was no way you were going to be able to sit up on your hands or elbows but you tried. You were up just long enough for Will to sit in front of you, fully unclothed. Since Drake had to move you, he got his pants off completely in the process.

You moaned as Drake moved your legs how he wanted them. His rough hands squeezed your thigh for a moment before traveling further up, a few fingers brushing against your soaked hole. It is so easy to get a moan out of you when intoxicated. Any little touch gets a whimper. Your mouth is open when anything is put in front of your mouth, including Will’s cock.

It’s not like you could keep yourself up any longer, so when you realized what was in front of you, you let your head drop in his lap. Your hand wrapped around his shaft as you started to lick his tip, getting a moan from him just as easily.

Seeing that you were already getting started Drake wasn’t going to wait any longer. After being stretched out and teased, Drake slid in with no issue. Your moan goes louder, pausing the attention you were giving to Will. With how slick you are he barely had to put any effort into pushing all the way into. You started to whine as his tip reached further and further into you.

Will’s fingers comb through your hair, pushing it back. “Sounds like you have something you wish to say, darling.”

You whine as you feel Drake’s cock throbbing inside of you, or maybe it's your walls that are throbbing? You can’t really tell. “Fuck me,” you drag out the words, pushing back against his cock, wanting to make sure you can feel it all.

“Don’t ‘ave to tell me twice.”

He didn’t even plan on easing you into it. He didn’t want to hold back any longer and thrust into you roughly. You let out a loud yelp before taking Will’s tip into your mouth. No one could really tell what moan was coming from who. Drake could feel your walls tightening around his shaft, while Will felt his tip hit that back of your throat.

Will pulls the ribbon keeping his hair back to add it to your hair. He carefully gets each strand and pulls it back, tying the ribbon into a nice bow. His fingers twirl around the ends of your hair, trying to restrain himself from pushing your face all the way down.

Despite being so intoxicated, your tongue glides over his slit, licking up the precum. Even if you wanted to deep throat him, his cock is sliding on and out of your mouth in rhythm with how Drake is fucking you. He might have a rough grip on your hips to keep you in place, but your body is still rocking.

Your moans don’t stop coming. It’s like a cat purring from happiness. You try to use your arm to lift your body up just enough to anchor yourself to be able to take all of Will’s cock down your throat.

He lets out a small hiss and grabs the base of your ponytail, keeping you there. Your legs are starting to shake despite it mainly being Drake that is keeping you up.

“If you fall I’m not letting you sleep all night.” But that doesn’t mean he is going to ease up on you. The shaking only encourages him to be rougher.

You whine and shift your body slightly, so that the next time his cock comes thrusting in it hits a new spot. Not only did you moan louder, but you also heard one from Drake. Bobbing your head as best you can, you also try moving to meet with Drake’s thrusts.

“See? She’s much more fun when ya get her drunk,” Drake let out a moan with his words. He couldn’t believe how wet you were. Every time he pulls back more juices come spilling down your leg.

“She does become quite the whore,” with a smirk he grabs your hair tighter and pulls you off of him.

A string of saliva connects your mouth with his tip, your tongue sticking out for a moment before pulling it back in as you moan. With nothing in your mouth you become unapologetically loud.

“Ungh…fuck!” You yell as Drake slams into you. Your moans turn into small yelps before turning into what could almost be considered a cry. “Ahh-fuck. Fuuuck,” the few words you can muster drag out. “Nngh. Don't stoooop.”

Your lips take in Will’s cock again, warming it back up quickly. His hand stays in your hair, but lets you move how you want.

Drake can tell he's getting close but the last thing he wants is to pull out of your warmth. He wants to keep his cock planted in you all night, but he made the dumb decision of having to share you. At least he has the pleasure of filling you up first. His cock is already coated in your cum and soon he'll be able to be down your throat and ask you how you taste.

Will is trying not to tilt his head back. He wants to watch his shaft travel past your lips. He so badly wants to thrust up into your mouth but knows he will have a chance to actually fuck you soon. No point in wasting energy on your mouth. He originally pulled you off of him because he felt like he was going to cum otherwise, and he wasn't ready to be done, but now he would rather you keep him warm all night than pull out again.

You could feel either of the cocks twitching, but you weren't registering what that meant. The one behind you was the first to release. Drake pulled you back against him to make sure his cum got as deep as it could. You yelped as best you could, feeling the warmth fill you. Rather than your hair being pulled, your head gets pushed down, hot cum shooting down your throat, not giving you the option to swallow it or not. Your nails dug into Will's thigh as you took their cum from both ends.

Drake panted, still on his knees, not ready to pull out of you just yet. Meanwhile Will helped you lift up your head so you could catch your breath.

“Is she soberin’ up?” Drake was more than willing to give you another shot if you needed it.

“No. Simply tired.”

“We can't have that now can we?” Drake reaches out, grabbing you to make you sit up on your knees.

“Ungh..F-Francis,” you could feel his cock still moving inside of you.

“Good girl,” he smirks and moves your hair and quickly bites your neck. Your eyes shoot open. Your body jerks with an adrenaline rush.

“Hey!” Will yells out. What makes him think he could bite you?

“Not my fault ya decided to use a knife and not ya fangs.” He licks his lips before licking the wound. “If ya want a turn then get over ‘ere.”

Once Will moves from his spot, Drake finally pulls out of you and goes to where Will was sitting. It only takes a moment for Will to move you how he wants you. With a moan he slides into your cum filled hole, some of the fluids leaking out as he takes up space.

“Ahh-ahh,” your moans are mixed with pants.

“Such a good little fawn,” Drake smirks and gets a finger under your chin to make you look at him. “Now open ya mouth and tell me how ya taste.”

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