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“Fabron! Get up.”

A man's voice fills the otherwise quiet room, startling Chamber and making him drop the newspaper he was reading.

The source of the voice is apparent to him already, and his assumption gets confirmed when a cold, steel hand grips the back of his neck and hauls him up from his armchair.

“I have a job for you.”

Such a vague statement makes a heavy pit shift in his stomach, but at least it cushions the shock that shoots down his spine from the uncomfortable hold Breach keeps on his neck. Even when he stands up, the grip doesn't ease. It's used like a leash when he gets walked out of the room with a few curious gazes trying not to make their staring too obvious.

He closes his eyes for a moment and clenches his jaw shut, a few blind steps guiding him through the corridor. It's all the peace that he's allowed to have before the grip on his neck yanks him to the left to redirect the course and make him almost stumble over his feet.

The uncertainty mixes with the annoying pain in his neck, and he glares at Breach. The carefree and unbothered look on the man's face only corrodes his insides more.

“You can let go,” he says, every word laced with bitterness.

The indirect command finally gets him a look from Breach, and he doesn't seem happy about it. His grip stays for a short while longer before it tightens and shoves Chamber forward, once more making him almost lose his balance.

He reaches to rub the irritated skin, feeling how it burns against his palm. He counts himself lucky for not being able to see the impending handprint for himself.

Breach doesn't say a word as they keep walking, a set of dull footsteps accompanied by a pair of sharp ones, letting everyone around them hear their direction and guess where they're going. Only a few texts shared between passers-by and the agents back in the common room would be enough for everyone to put the pieces together.

The dots connect in Chamber's mind when another shove tells him to turn right and head towards the living quarters. When they pass through the door, all sounds quiet behind them, the soundproof materials doing their intended job. Knowing that the rooms themselves have been built with the same materials makes his skin crawl. It's comforting as much as it is terrifying, the solitude behind the doors. But it really shouldn't bother him, at this point. He has been here on similar business before. What's one more?

They reach the last occupied room along the hallway, one that has only recently gotten a resident. So recently, in fact, that the door lacks a name card. Only the number 27 gives any insight into the person in question. It's not difficult to figure out who it is.

Breach knocks on the door and gives Chamber a glance, almost like confirming that he's not trying to run off. It wouldn't be a successful attempt anyway. Breach's hand would quickly reach to grab his shirt and stop him in place after a single step, so there was no point in trying. He doesn't reciprocate the look, his eyes fixed on the number 27.

The door opens so suddenly that it almost startles him, forcing his eyes to snap towards the man behind the threshold. Standing at a similar height as him, the warm brown eyes are easy to find. They're almost inviting for the few seconds they study him, almost deceptively so, until they move on to his left and get an added twinkle to them. That's when his lips curl into a smile and his stature relaxes.

“There you are,” Tejo announces entirely too loudly for Chamber's liking. “Took you long enough,” he continues and reaches his hand out to Breach.

Chamber watches as Breach takes it and the two men share a half-hug, patting each other on the back before parting. Breach is also smiling when they do so.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I think he was hiding from me,” he says with amusement, nodding towards Chamber to pin the blame on him.

Tejo’s gaze returns to him, his smile dying on his lips as he unashamedly eyes the sight up and down, assessing him without a word. Out of instinct, Chamber straightens his back and keeps his head high, hoping to get at least a small advantage over the observer. His attempts don't seem to bother Tejo, who eventually just lets out a short hum, a sound of acceptance, and steps out of the doorway.

“Come in.”

A hand returns to Chamber's shoulder before he can even take a first step to follow along, and a familiar shove pushes him into the room first. At least this time he was prepared and quickly finds his balance again, trying not to keep his gaze from wandering when he stands in the unfamiliar room.

Breach follows and shuts the door behind them, a satisfying click of the lock breaking the short silence. It works as a cue for Tejo to speak as he once more assesses Chamber, his arms folded on his chest.  

“So this is the best your protocol has to offer?” he asks, amusement in his voice like his assumption is difficult to believe.

Breach just shrugs. “He's the easiest,” he says, his tone matching Tejo's.

They're both in on an inside joke that Chamber has no clue about, but he tries not to let it get under his skin. He keeps his arms by his sides regardless of how much he would like to do something with his hands.

The sharp gaze that fixates on him doesn't ease his nerves in the slightest. It drills into his eyes, purposefully making him grow uneasy and almost daring him to look away. He doesn't.

Tejo seems pleased by that.

“Does it speak?” he asks, humoured by his own choice of words.

Out of the corner of his eye, Chamber can see how Breach turns to look at him as well, but he keeps his eyes on Tejo. He doesn't need Breach's help or approval.

“Yes,” he answers simply, his voice luckily clear enough to keep him from seeming nervous. Then again, anyone's nervousness under this man's gaze would be completely understandable. It seems like Tejo knows that.

He approves of Chamber's answer with a short hum, once more dropping his gaze to inspect the man before him.

When he's the one to break the eye contact, it feels intentional and demanding; not like he's trying to avoid the interaction or hide from it. It's a level of control that Chamber can only dream of, and he makes up for the discrepancy by keeping his eyes on Tejo's uninterested ones, and tries not to think about it too much. He also tries not to find it amusing how Breach has managed to stay quiet for this long to allow them to talk - if that's what anyone would call this exchange.

When Tejo's eyes return to his, there is a gleam in the otherwise calm brown. One of his arms leaves his chest, his index finger pointed at the roof as he rotates it.

“Do a spin for me,” he says.

Chamber blinks a few times at the command, again - and unfortunately - seeing Breach's reaction from the corner of his eye. His shoulders are shaking and he's trying to hold back a laugh. That bastard.

It takes a single brow raised from Tejo to get Chamber to comply, a sigh leaving his lungs as he shuffles on his feet to do a quick spin, hopefully not too quick to warrant another one to give Tejo a better look. His gaze burns straight through Breach when he faces him for a fraction of a second, but even that is too long.

When his eyes meet Tejo's again, he gets greeted by an amused grin, one that makes his cheeks burn.

“What a fucking dog,” Tejo laughs.

A loud and mocking laugh that turns the flush on Chamber's cheeks into an uncomfortable pit in his stomach. It still burns hot there, like it's boiling his insides.

He knows that if he looks away now, he will be exactly that. A dog. Backed into a corner and scared of a little confrontation. He doesn't think he has a choice but to stand his ground even when his body is telling him to give up and have the easy way out. Humiliation from obedience is easier to handle than having it beaten out of him. He still refuses, and instead entertains a hopeful thought of a possible third option.

Tejo's laugh quiets into a chuckle and he shakes his head, continuing to find the situation amusing. His lips stay curled into a smile when he focuses on Breach. He doesn't look at Chamber anymore. They were done.

“I knew I could count on you,” he says, then pauses for a moment, tilting his head to the side with his brows furrowing. “Eric, was it?”

“Erik,” Breach corrects, for once not sounding annoyed at the familiar mistake.

“Ah, my apologies, Erik,” Tejo says, this time making a clear effort to get the pronunciation right. It's still not perfect as his tongue just can't bend the right way. “I'll try to remember it next time.”

Breach just gives him an approving nod, maybe even a smile.

Tejo's eyes flick to his again, still not addressing him directly.

“And… this?” he asks, nodding towards Chamber and clearly enjoying the words he gets to choose.

It looks like Breach is about to answer for him, but his nerves get the best of him first.

“Vincent,” he answers, the previous calmness of his voice starting to chip away.

Both men turn to look at him as if to check where his audacity came from to make him think that he gets to speak for himself.

It takes an arched brow from Tejo to make him continue, his voice only slightly defeated as he steps down. “Fabron.”

Tejo lets out a huff. “Fabron, huh?” He ignores Chamber's nod. “A bit of a fancy name for a dog, but I think I can work with that.”

All Chamber can do is nod again, taking a deep breath to keep himself calm. There is nothing for him to do but accept the conditions and hope that his good behaviour gets rewarded later on, whatever there may be in store for him.

Almost like on cue, Tejo turns to Breach again.

“What are the boundaries?” he asks, casual as ever.

Chamber’s gaze finally darts to Breach and he doesn't even get to count his blessings about Tejo caring to ask such a question before Breach, once more, goes to answer for him. This time he gets the words out first - not like Chamber would have known what to say, anyway.

“Don't do anything he can't lie about to the nurses,” he says, holding back a laugh about the purposefully vague, uncrossable lines that don't really even exist. Anything that pushes these boundaries can - and should - be tested out. The fall will be Chamber's anyway. He won't be ratting anyone out, regardless of the soft hands on his shoulders and understanding voices that tell him that it's okay and no one will get in trouble if he tells the truth.

But Tejo seems to appreciate the blurry guidelines, a smile on his lips as he nods approvingly.

“And is he a good liar?” he continues to ask, already amused by the thought. It's all a joke to them.

Breach tilts his head to the side and shrugs. “Adequate. Never got me in any trouble.”

Tejo continues to nod. “Sounds good enough to me. Did you already have something in mind?”

They're moving on so quickly that Chamber has trouble keeping up. At this point, he fully lets his gaze follow the speaker, not caring if he seems nervous about his position. In all honesty, he is allowed to be nervous, anxious, even scared, actually. He has no clue of what's in store for him, and all he can hope for is that Tejo is not worse than Breach. It's not a comforting thought in the slightest.

Breach lets out a huff at the question, turning to look at Chamber with such indifference that it makes him want to avert his gaze. The look is everything but asking for his input, and Breach eventually settles on neutral ground.

“Not really,” he says, speaking towards Tejo. “I thought you should have the honours of choosing. Take what you want.”

Tejo smiles at him. It's the most genuine smile Chamber has seen on his lips so far. “How generous,” he says, eyeing the piece of meat that's there to entertain him. Then his gaze roams across the room, seemingly trying to place this delight somewhere for him to enjoy the easiest.

The puzzle pieces start to fall into place, and all Chamber can do is watch from the sidelines.

“Though you should probably know about my… limitations - if I could call them that.” Breach steals both of the men's attention. “These,” he holds out his arm and rotates it, curling his fingers into a fist, “need a little extra preparation that I don't think we have the means for right now.”

Tejo nods once more, filling in the blanks without any explicit details. “Ah, I see,” he says, scratching his chin as if deep in thought. “Such impressive weaponry cannot come without a few downsides, eh?”

A huff escapes from Breach's chest, and he visibly relaxes from finding the common ground so easily. “You win some, you lose some,” he agrees, thinking out loud.

A short silence follows, one that allows Tejo to assess Chamber one more, eyeing him up and down. At this point, Chamber's own gaze is somewhere else as he stares right past Tejo and focuses on the wall behind him. If he's going to be just an object to look at, he might as well fulfil his end of the deal and not seek out any humanity. There wouldn't be anything of genuine comfort to be found in Tejo's eyes, anyway. Beneath the welcoming first layer, there is only greed and hunger, a need to devour what has so kindly been hunted down for him already.

Chamber's thoughts remove him from the situation completely, and he looks at the three of them standing in Tejo's room from a third perspective. Outside his own body, he watches as the two silently make their deal and decide on a fair conclusion. And he's just standing there, waiting for his sentencing. Like a coward, like a dog, not even trying to fight it. There is nothing for him to fight, and even if there was, he would lose. The two others outweigh him both literally and when it comes to pure strength. Again, he could take maybe one of two steps towards the door before a steel grip pulls him back to his place. There is nothing for him to do other than accept his position and keep hoping that Tejo is nicer than Breach.

The words that finally fall from Tejo's lips bring Chamber back inside his head and focus his gaze on the speaker. Tejo is not speaking to him.

“Should we take turns, or do you prefer his mouth?”

Just because the question doesn't send a shiver down his spine that's strong enough to appease whatever forces want him to suffer like this, the laugh that Breach lets out gets that job done. He shudders.

“You'll want me to prefer his mouth when you hear what he sounds like.”

Tejo chuckles at the answer, once more only worsening the heavy feeling that keeps building inside Chamber. It's starting to hurt physically, like something sucks his insides into a void, twisting and contorting his organs, tying them into knots. And all he can do is try to stand still and let it happen.

The inside joke just keeps going, both Tejo and Breach continue to find the situation humorous enough to keep smiles on their faces.

“Suit yourself,” Tejo says with a tilt of his head, his focus then turning to Chamber. His smile contorts into a smug smirk, as if he's reading Chamber's thoughts and feeding off his displeasure. Or maybe that is already apparent in his expression and demeanour. Whatever the case may be, Tejo is not taking it seriously.

With Tejo's eyes on Chamber, Chamber has no choice but to reciprocate it - he's not a coward, after all. Their eyes meet at the same height, though Tejo holds himself up with ease whereas Chamber struggles to stay poised.

Even without dropping his gaze, he can see just how much wider Tejo's shoulders are compared to his scrawnier build. The man is muscular under the button-up shirt - once more a relaxed fit compared to Chamber's own, formal one. Even rolling the sleeves up doesn't make it look casual. Maybe the tie was a bad choice for today.

Everything about the man is bigger and more at ease, and Chamber starts to feel more and more like a wounded animal under the studious gaze, like he's too weak to keep himself from shaking. He feels intimidated, plain and simple. Tejo hasn't done or said anything to him in a good while, but his demeanour does enough of the talking to distort the power dynamic in the room even further.

There's still something warm and inviting about Tejo's exterior, something that makes him look trustworthy, almost harmless. His presence is commanding, but he doesn't look like a threat - and that only works to his advantage. He looks like he smells good and is nice to hug. And again, neither description really applies to Chamber himself. Tejo does it all so effortlessly, like it's second nature to him. It makes Chamber feel sick. Envy is not a nice addition to the boiling pit in his stomach.

The silence is too heavy and it lasts for too long, and Chamber has to break it before it breaks him.

“What?” he asks, keeping his eyes on Tejo, hoping to not sound too challenging. Though there is an urgent need to move, he doesn't want to get on the man's bad side immediately.

Tejo takes a step closer to him, his expression doesn't even flinch.

“Don't speak unless you're spoken to,” he says, annoyance in his voice. Then, he turns to look at Breach, his demeanour lightening. “Is he not trained?” He laughs the question out.

It makes Breach chuckle as well. “You know what they say about old dogs.”

The remark piques Tejo's interest, his gaze snapping back to Chamber before he directs his second question at Breach again. “How old is he?” It would be one of genuine curiosity were it not used for a demeaning comment.

Breach just shrugs. He doesn't know.

Tejo looks at Chamber for an answer. His silence feels like a test since the question wasn't really directed at him, but Chamber takes his chances.

“Forty-three.” Forty-four in a few months. Past his prime.

An amused huff leaves Tejo's chest and he shakes his head lightly. The situation really isn't that humorous, but that doesn't seem to matter to him. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and Chamber really wants to see something genuine in it. There's still a chance, no matter how small.

“Well, we’ll find a use for you,” Tejo says, as if the promise is something comforting, and reaches to tap Chamber's cheek.

It's too harsh and it makes Chamber flinch regardless of how warm Tejo's palm is. Again, he could be someone so nice to experience were it not for Breach's corruption. He absolutely refuses to believe that Tejo would be like this were it not for him.

Or maybe it really is just a one-time thing, this time. Just welcoming the newest recruit into the protocol in the way that Breach knows best. In the only way Breach knows. And then they're done and Breach is out of the picture, and he can pursue whomever he wants and however he wants.

It's wishful thinking and he knows it, but he wants to hold on to that hope. Even though he knows that nothing is ever just a one-time thing with Breach. That's not how he operates. This is just the beginning.

That same warm hand then drops to Chamber's shoulder and pushes him towards the bed. A bittersweet smile tugs at his lips from the promise of the most basic sources of comfort that he's going to get, and he hopes that neither of the two notices it.

He's guided to stand next to the side of the hastily made bed, staring down at the fresh sheets. They probably smell good, too.

The hand on his shoulder might as well be Breach's from the way it shoves him forward and forces him to stumble onto the bed.

“Hands and knees,” Tejo commands.

Chamber has no choice but to comply, lifting one of his knees onto the mattress to catch himself before his body drops onto it like a ragdoll. The impact hurts his wrists already, and he knows that the pain is only going to intensify from here on out. After hauling his other leg onto the edge of the mattress, he tries to stay still and not arch his back to adjust, unsure of how to hold his head up but knowing that he doesn't want to let it hang just yet. It would be a sign of defeat.

He feels Tejo's hands on his hips pulling him back until his ass is flush against what feels like Tejo's abdomen. That guess gets confirmed as the correct one when the grip pushes him down.

“Wider.” Tejo's second command is even simpler.

Unsure of how else to react, Chamber simply complies without a word. He spreads his legs, already feeling the pain in his hip joints from the stretch. The fabric of his pants clings to his skin as it too wasn't made to be stretched like this.

“There.” Tejo stops him after a few adjustments.

The hands on his hips pull him backwards again to check how their bodies align together. This time it seems to be a good spot for him, and he can feel Tejo's bulge rubbing against his ass through their clothes. He tries not to shudder.

“Is this good enough for you?” Tejo continues to ask.

Chamber turns his head to look at him, his lips parted and an answer ready, until he sees how Tejo's attention is on Breach. The question wasn't for him. Of course.

Now, he lets his head hang, his cheeks burning in what little privacy he can get for himself.

“I can make it work.” Breach's answer comes from somewhere behind him, from a spot where a pair of footsteps approaches him and settles on the other side of the bed. He finds himself looking at the familiar cargo pants in front of him, though he refuses to lift his gaze to look Breach in the eye.

“Great.” Tejo's voice is entirely too cheery for the occasion, and it sends a shiver up Chamber's spine. “Now, let's see what your best has to offer.” He says it like it's a great announcement, and it just might be. At least Breach seems to be entertained.

Tejo's hands are still warm when they pull the hem of Chamber's shirt free from where it's neatly tucked in his pants, pushing it up his back to expose more of his skin. The hands grip his waist, almost like testing to see how easy he is to hold still, calloused fingertips digging into his sides deep enough to make him wince. He hears Breach chuckle under his breath but refuses to acknowledge him.

A deep breath fills his lungs when Tejo's hands move down to the front of his pants and start to unbuckle his belt. There is an odd gentleness to the touch, one that he didn't expect, and it helps him relax a little. In all honesty, he would be thoroughly enjoying this were it not for a certain someone standing in front of him and looking down at him. He wouldn't mind having just Tejo, especially if it could happen under nicer circumstances, maybe after a drink or two, whereas Breach can go fuck himself for all he cares.

Unfortunately, no one asked for his opinion, and the best he can do is settle for what he's given.

Tejo makes surprisingly quick work of his belt and moves on to the fly of his pants, tugging them down with his boxers as much as the fabric allows. They might not be his best pair, but he'd still prefer to keep them intact.

The fabric gets stuck below his ass, almost too conveniently so, and the amount of bare skin he's showing makes him want to hide his face once more. He feels exposed, and not in a pleasant way. It's not insecurity either, really. It might be disappointment, somewhere underneath the surface.

One thing that he knows for sure is that the silence in the room is starting to feel suffocating. He didn't think he'd ever actively want to hear the two talk about him like a piece of meat that's put for sale, but here he is. It would be something better to focus on than his own breaths and racing heartbeat. Basically anything would.

Eventually, Tejo lets out a short hum, both of his hands moving to Chamber's ass to grab two handfuls and squeezing.

“Not a bad pussy, by any means,” he says, thinking out loud.

Chamber was expecting roughness from his touch, but the stinging pain that radiates from the spots Tejo's fingers dig into makes him inhale sharply and unfortunately loudly. He instinctively tries to lean away from it, but there's nowhere for him to hide. His mind doesn't even want to get started on the words that left Tejo's lips. He hopes he mishears the chuckle Breach lets out.

When he thinks he's starting to get used to the lingering pain, Tejo readjusts his grip to bring his thumbs closer to his hole and starts to spread him open as much as the flesh allows him to. It's sudden and it's more uncomfortable than it is painful, but Chamber can't help but choke on a quiet moan that breaks from his chest.

Tejo's thumbs just dig deeper into his soft and pristinely hairless skin, not even a week since the last wax.

“And he just walks around like this? All day?” His questions are laced with amusement; he's not looking for a real answer.

Chamber can see Breach's frame move above him as he shrugs. “Beats me.”

Once again, he's not allowed the time to fully internalise the words that are spoken above him, and, in a way, he doesn't even need to. They're not directed towards him and he feels no need to defend himself.

But even his silence isn't accepted by the judges as a surprised gasp is forced into his lungs by a dribble of spit falling from Tejo's lips and landing right above his hole, Tejo's thumb soon rubbing it against the ring of muscle.

“What do you usually do to him?” Tejo asks, already inching the tip of his thumb inside Chamber with just the help of the spit to ease the intrusion. “Anything I should know?”

Chamber doesn't know how he would answer the question, and, just this once, he's glad that Breach is expected to do so instead. He probably has better insight, anyway.

Another dribble of spit landing along Tejo's thumb allows him to push the digit further in, up to the first joint. A laugh of disbelief escapes him, and he cuts off what Breach was about to say.

“It's that easy?” he asks, hopefully rhetorically, before realising his rudeness. His voice is lighter when he continues. “Apologies, Erik. Go on.”

Breach doesn't sound too displeased by the interruption as he just chuckles.

“Yeah, no thanks to me, that's for sure.” He only addresses the former remark. “I can’t even remember the last time I fucked anything but his face.”

Neither can Chamber.

“And I can't fault you for that, hermano,” Tejo agrees. “It's a very fuckable face he's got.”

Breach's hand reaching to hold Chamber's jaw is the first acknowledgement he gets, and it guides him to tilt his chin up to finally look Breach in the eye. His face is at the same height as Breach's stomach, making the angle less than desirable for him and his neck. The view doesn't compensate for it either. Breach looks down at him with such smugness that he can't even shoot back an annoyed glare. A neutral expression that flinches when Tejo moves his thumb is the best he can manage. It only seems to fuel Breach.

“That he does,” he agrees, shifting his focus to Tejo again.

There's pride in his voice, in the words that indirectly crown him as Chamber's conqueror. ‘Owner’ might be taking it too far, but there is a clear power imbalance to be found there; always has been. A man and his lapdog.

Chamber inhales sharply when Tejo pulls his hands back, the small intrusion disappearing all too suddenly for him not to react to. He wants to look behind himself but he doesn't dare to. His skin still tingles where Breach had held his jaw.

The sound of a drawer opening and items in it being moved around accompanies Tejo's words.

“Please, don't let me keep you from your share,” he says before slamming the drawer shut. He makes his presence known by knocking his knee against Chamber's foot, marking his spot between his legs.

Breach chuckles under his breath. “I appreciate it,” he starts and takes a deliberate pause to run his fingers through Chamber's hair, grabbing the strands in a tight fist to tilt his head back again. “But we don't want him to get off too easily, do we, hermano?”

The stinging pain in his scalp makes Chamber flinch and unintentionally arch his back to keep his head up and ease the tension. He hears a quiet laugh behind himself, a sound of approval, before the sharp sound of a plastic cap being opened and shut takes centre stage in his head, only allowing him a second to ready himself for the upcoming feeling.

The warmth of Tejo's hand is no longer there as the digits are now covered in a cold gel, the calloused pads of his fingers rubbing against his hole. He shudders at the sudden change, a quiet moan escaping against his will to go along with it. It feels nicer than he had assumed it might, and he entertains the thought of Tejo being patient enough to make the rest of the unavoidable task stay that way too. Breach's corruption couldn't run that deep for someone as established as Tejo. He knew better.

A single finger, thick and rough, slips inside him without a word of a warning, buried up to the knuckle on the first try. His body jolts at the sudden intrusion and he unintentionally clenches around it, his vocal cords deciding to fail on him and let a nice little moan out.

Breach's earlier remark about how he sounds is going to be working against him, and he already hates it. Because Tejo's fingers feel good; he clearly knows what he's doing. No one is expected to hate that touch, though Breach clearly wants him to. Still, he's going to enjoy himself for as long as he can and not bother hiding it. It would be even nicer if he could get to prove Breach wrong in the process.

Tejo's finger starts to move inside him, slowly pulling out first before starting to pick up the pace. There is no resistance to tell him to not go there yet, so why would he decline such an invitation?

The continuous movement inside him - and especially the feeling of Tejo's knuckles pressing against his ass every now and again when he reaches as deep as he can - turns Chamber's breaths heavier and more audible as the seconds tick by.

Eventually they get accompanied by an amused huff.

“That's not too bad,” Tejo says, almost challenging Breach's initial claims.

The words would make Chamber smile were his head not still tilted back enough to allow Breach to see how he celebrates this small victory. He contains it for the time being.

Breach scoffs, a hint of bitterness in it.

“You'll see,” he mutters, finally letting go of Chamber's hair and shoving him back down. He pats the back of Chamber's head, fully aware of how much the collision of the steel hurts, before his hands drops even lower to hold Chamber's jaw.

The sudden grip wipes away Chamber's victorious smile, and he instinctively parts his lips to avoid having to feel Breach's thumb against his teeth or gums. He guesses the change correctly as Breach's thumb does indeed push past his lips and force its way inside his mouth, bringing a taste of iron with it. The single digit presses his tongue down, Breach's hand readjusting to hold a tight grip on his jaw.

It's a claustrophobic feeling for a moment as he has to stay still in an unusual way, unable to close his mouth or swallow the saliva that already starts to pool in his mouth. He could relax his facial muscles and simply seal his lips around Breach's thumb, suck it like a pacifier, but his pride doesn't allow him to do that. He'd rather suffer the soreness.

“Give him another one,” Breach encourages. “See how he likes it.” His hand moves Chamber's head to make it look like he nods and approves of the change too.

Chamber hates how it's not far off. Tejo's finger does move in and out of him with ease, his muscles only tensing around the single digit when Breach makes his presence known more than what is absolutely necessary. He can take more - as long as Breach stays out of it.

Tejo answers with a short hum. “If you insist.”

His other hand, the one that's still warm, grips Chamber's hip to keep him in place when his other hand pulls back, his finger slipping out. Just that change makes Chamber want to whine and clench around the emptiness, but he contains himself. The feeling of two fingertips, one much colder than the other, rubbing against his hole and testing just how much the ring of muscle gives in, makes his breath shudder and a choked noise break from his throat. It wordlessly pleads for more, though Tejo is in no hurry to give it to him.

The fingertips circle his rim, managing to send shivers up his spine from the odd temperature difference between them. One of them presses down harder while the other keeps rubbing against the spot next to it, easing its way in by forcing the muscle to relax and allow it. Again, Tejo's fingertips are rough but his actions are not, like he actually cares about his comfort - or about the lies that he would have to come up with otherwise.

Slowly but surely, Tejo's ring finger joins his middle one, both of them sliding inside Chamber and pushing against the resistance.

Now, the stretch burns, but only a little. Chamber wouldn't choke on his breath like he does were it not for the thumb that keeps his tongue down and forces him to stay still. All he can do is try to get the air to move in a somewhat stable rhythm - and hope that Tejo's fingers don't start to mimic it just yet. With his mouth forced open, it sounds like he's basically panting as he tries to breathe, the pooling saliva in his mouth threatening to drip past his parted lips.

The pad of Breach's thumb rubs against his tongue, only making that process more and more likely, spreading the uncomfortably wet feeling across his lips. He doesn't get to react to it before Tejo's fingers fully rest inside him, knuckles pressed against his ass again, and steal his attention. A choked sound of relief breaks from his throat, and a slowly built-up tension releases from his body. He doesn't even realise just how tense he had been before he gets to relax again.

“Look at that,” Tejo says, and it's the closest thing to praise that Chamber thinks he'll get. He adjusts his fingers a little without properly moving them just yet.

Breach just huffs, using his grip to tilt Chamber's head up.

“You've got him drooling already,” he says victoriously, unable to give Chamber even this one moment of contentment. There's a grin on his lips as he pushes his thumb deeper into Chamber's mouth to keep pressing his tongue down, not allowing him to say a word.

The added pressure so near the back of his throat makes him flinch, his core tensing as the threat of gagging at the feeling flashes through him. His eyes start to water, and all he can do is hope that no tears actually fall.

“Dumb fucking mutt,” Breach continues under his breath, still audibly enough to be heard by everyone in the room.

It’s like on cue how Tejo pulls his fingers back, almost fully out, before sliding them back in. There's still resistance - Chamber's body is yet to grow accustomed to the stretch - but he ignores it.

The two also ignore the choked sounds that break free from Chamber's dry throat, sounds that mix pleasure with discomfort as Tejo doesn't ease his pace after he gets started. Every thrust is knuckle-deep, the rest of his hand pressing into the soft and forgiving tissue where it stops him from pushing in deeper. Chamber is not allowed a moment to collect himself or take a proper breath, nor does his body help him get there either. Relaxing around Tejo's fingers feels almost impossible, and the persistent tension in his muscles keeps him from enjoying how they work him open.

His hands grip the sheets below him in tight fists as he tries to redirect the tension somewhere else, though the weakness in his arms makes those attempts futile. He can't squeeze the fabric hard enough to feel satisfying, and the increasing discomfort only makes his breaths run more ragged, more saliva pooling in his mouth and threatening to slip down his windpipe. All he can do is tilt his chin down to hopefully prevent that from happening - and also hope that Breach allows that change.

And Breach does. For all the wrong reasons.

With his head dropping, his face is now closer to Breach’s crotch than before. The bulge in front of him shows that Breach isn't that hard just yet, and he can't figure out how he feels about that. Relief, disappointment, and dread don't mix well together.

Breach adds a handful of embarrassment into the concoction with a low chuckle and a pat on the back of Chamber's head. It stings.

“You'll get it soon,” he promises, mocking the comfort that Chamber is trying to seek out.

It doesn't actually sound like a threat. It sounds like a confirmation. Something to solidify the expectations that have been churning inside Chamber's head ever since he was granted the first puzzle pieces to assemble. It won't be just him and Tejo. Something - i.e., someone - is going to ruin that for him and pit them against each other to make sure that nothing ever comes of him and Tejo.

He would signal his defeat with a sigh if he could get an adequate amount of air inside his lungs to do so. Instead, he simply lets his head hang and allows Breach to move it around as he pleases, fully surrendering. It doesn't matter. Breach wasn't going to hear him out, and the cards were dealt to lead to his loss anyway. The least he can do is try to enjoy what little he can.

It seems like Breach notices this change as he lets out a huff and leaves his hand resting on the back of Chamber's head to keep him down, stuck between two steady grips. He's not moving even if he wants to.

Chamber's mind starts to slip from him as he simply stays like that, breathing in unsteady gasps that even out eventually. The saliva keeps pooling on his tongue but he stops caring about it. His eyelids stay peacefully shut, his brows twitching into a furrow every now and again when Tejo's fingers nudge some precise spot deep inside him. He still relaxes from it every time, reaching that short serenity of surrender before it gets tried again.

He stops reacting at some point, simply just letting the things around him happen. He had no say or power to change anything. It didn't matter. As long as he can keep himself up on all fours, he should be enough.

This change doesn't go unnoticed by the two, though their approving reactions stay minimal.

It's an odd silence for a moment, but eventually it gets broken to make room for something even more unfitting.

“So, how's the rest of the protocol been treating you?” Breach asks, ready to strike up a new conversation like it's nothing. He sounds like his normal self. “And don't say better than I have. You'll break my heart.”

Tejo laughs, going along with it with ease. It fills the space where his words don't quite yet reach.

“It's been… interesting, I'll say.” Another, shorter laugh. “I don't think I'm quite your average rookie around here, judging by your welcoming committee.” There is a pointed emphasis on the two words, almost mocking the concept.

It's so easy to be a mere observer. There is a strange comfort in it, in not really existing.

Now Breach laughs too.

“Yeah, I guess that's their fancy new long-term plan: hiring mostly new blood to keep the place running after we're long gone.”

The conversation seems to go along just fine without a third person's input, anyway. Not like he could even say anything if he wanted to.

“They have their perks, I'll admit. Like the one apparently in charge of this committee.” There's the same emphasis again. “Tall-ish, dark, the chatterbox with the accent. You know him?”

Breach snorts. “Hard not to. That's Jamie for you; I'm surprised he'd let you forget it.”

A short hum. Dismissive. “A nice piece of ass if he could keep his mouth shut for longer than five seconds at a time.”

Tejo really is new around here. He hears a huff above himself.

“Do what you want, but I'd be careful around him. That ‘nice piece of ass' is someone else's already, and, let me tell you now, that man does not fuck around when it comes to his pretty boys.”

A short silence. He can hear how Tejo smiles.

“So, it's a challenge?”

“It's a knife he'll fuck your throat with if you try, but sure. Go for it.”

They share a laugh. The tone or seriousness of it are impossible to decipher. When it dies down, the loudest noise around them is his own breathing, and he hates how it sounds.

Breach fills the new silence first.

“Anyone else?”

Another silence. Even shorter than the last one.

“The other pretty one. Mateo.” Tejo huffs a laugh. “His name I do remember - wonder why. Came up to me all excited to say that we have something en común and then introduced me to all those… creatures of his. Looking for my approval.” He sighs. “An adorable little thing, really.”

An added pressure around his jaw forces his tongue further down and his mind back into his physical body, forcing a pained moan out of him. His tongue feels swollen, and he hopes that the coppery taste is from the wet steel.

“Watch it.” Breach's voice is sharp.

Nothing about the conversation is funny anymore.

The fingers inside him stop in place, buried up to the knuckle. Everything stands still except for him. He tries to breathe steadily, letting the change in sensations return him back to reality now that his senses aren't completely overworked. He tries to move his head to look at either of the two, but Breach keeps it still.

Eventually, Tejo lets out a quiet huff, his fingers readjusting to get another broken sound out of Chamber, right from the back of his throat.

“Territorial, huh?” His question sounds rhetorical. “Not sure what else I expected.”

Breach doesn't answer, but he does ease his grip a little to allow Chamber an easier breath. Whether or not it's an intentional blessing is unclear to him.

“You can keep him,” Tejo continues, probably sensing the tension between the two. “He might be a bit too young for me, anyway.”

His fingers readjust before starting to move properly again. Slowly, as if to test how much progress he has made so far.

No words leave Breach's lips just yet as he lets out a heavy breath, almost like he doesn't know if he wants to sound annoyed or amused by the remark - or the unofficial permission he was granted.

Luckily, Tejo continues once more.

“Are all the good ones taken already?” he asks with a chuckle, managing to lighten the mood a little. “Or reserved, in some cases.”

It's an unnecessary quip but at least it finally gets a real reaction out of Breach, who huffs out a laugh.

“Yeah, you might be a bit late to the party, my friend. Tough luck.” A tension lingers in his voice regardless of the relaxed front he puts up. “I think your old man has moved on too. You've seen his newest arm candy, have you? Out of this world.” He snorts at his own joke.

It takes a few seconds for Tejo to put the pieces together. “You mean the bot?” he asks, sounding almost unsure. Breach's remark absolutely flew over his head.

There is silence on Breach's part, but Chamber knows that he's nodding.

Then, a scoff from Tejo, his confidence returning to him. “He really fucks that thing?” he continues to ask with clear amusement.

Chamber can feel how Breach's shoulders shake with a chuckle.

“I think they like to switch it up.” He indirectly confirms Tejo's assumption. “That bastard didn't get his office sound-proofed to keep the noise out, I'll tell you that much.”

Tejo lets out a short laugh. “Didn't think he'd upgrade to a tin can, but…” He huffs as a placeholder for any real words. They come to him eventually. “To each their own, I suppose. Who am I to judge?”

It's not a question that awaits an answer. They are both well past the point of speaking politely of their co-workers.

“To each our own, precisely,” Breach repeats. “Isn't that right?” He tilts Chamber's chin up to look at him, finally addressing him directly.

The gaze is difficult to meet as Chamber's eyes refuse to focus, and having to look over his glasses doesn't help one bit. There might be an amused expression looking down at him, but he can't be sure. All he knows of are the fingers that get an additional digit pushed in alongside the existing two, and how his breath gets stuck in his throat when the pressure inside him increases. He leans against Breach's hand for support, letting it be the only force that keeps his head up.

“I'm surprised by how well he's taking it.” Tejo's voice sounds distant behind the blood rushing between his ears, but even that white noise won't let him miss the first - or maybe second? He's not sure anymore - somewhat kind words he gets to hear. “I thought he'd fight back more.”

Breach chuckles, guiding his head up once more. “No, he learned to behave after a few tries,” he says, smiling. He sounds proud. Not of Chamber but of himself.

The fingers inside him twist around, almost as if on cue to let Breach see the way his eyelids squeeze shut and a whine escapes his parted lips. It's not a new sight to him, but he still revels in it.

It's still Tejo who takes the stage after what he assumes to be the indirect confirmation he was looking for. He slowly pulls his fingers out, though he immediately continues to rub the pads of them against Chamber's loosened hole, getting a real moan out of him that's paired with his body leaning back to meet the touch.

He hears Tejo chuckle. “I don't even need to ask, do I?”

His breath shudders as Tejo's fingers keep teasing him, his legs unwilling to stay still without the restriction of his pants around his thighs. He wants to lay his head down and rest it on the mattress, preferably on a pillow, but Breach's grip doesn't allow it. He has to keep his weight up.

The fingers finally leave his skin without another word from Tejo, only accompanied by a huff from Breach when he can't keep his back from arching as he tries to lean back to find that touch again. Tejo leaves him waiting for entirely too many seconds, leaving him only to focus on the thumb that still presses his tongue down and the fingers that hold his jaw. It's a moment of pure anticipation, and he's not sure when that change happened.

He hears the sound of a belt unbuckling, followed by a zipper being undone. If he looks pleading enough, maybe Breach would let him turn his head and look, but Breach's eyes are already fixated on the very same thing, unwilling to meet the ones looking up at him.

The rest of the quieter sounds blend together and he gives up on trying to meet Breach's gaze. He lets his eyelids fall shut and his head hang in preparation, though he still isn't ready for it. At least not mentally.

The tip of Tejo's dick presses against his hole, both still slick with lube, and just that sensation alone causes his breath to hitch. He grows restless again, leaning back to tell Tejo to hurry up where his words can't.

Tejo seems to enjoy his impatience as he rubs his dick just a little harder against him.

“Look at that,” he mutters to himself. “Someone's eager.”

Chamber's will fails him and he does his best to nod, a vague hum of agreement breaking from the back of his throat.

Breach scoffs, finally meeting his gaze for a moment.

“He always is, but he likes to pretend otherwise.”

The words burn Chamber's cheeks, but there's no way for him to disagree. He doesn't even know if he would have the means to do so, anyway.

Lucky for him, he doesn't get the chance to think about it too much as the pressure against his hole increases slowly, Tejo's dick forcing the ring of muscle to accommodate him. At least he takes it slow.

That still doesn't mean that the growing warmth of the stretch doesn't leave Chamber holding his breath, his eyes screwed tightly shut, and his lips finally wrapping around Breach's thumb when he doesn't feel like keeping that tension in his facial muscles anymore. It's humiliating and he lets his head hang to not allow Breach to see it, luckily allowed to keep that position since Breach's attention is most likely somewhere else.

Just the tip of Tejo's dick slips inside him with a small nudge, and the sudden intrusion forces a gasp out of Chamber. He can't help but squirm around it as the heat travels across his exposed skin and up his spine, so close to actually painful but never fully getting there.

That seems to be an issue for Breach. He scoffs. “You're being too nice to him.”

There is no response.

Both of Tejo's hands move to Chamber's hips to hold him still, indirectly sparking a feeling of panic inside him. It would be so easy for him to just slam the rest of the way in, right up to the hilt in one swift move. Without a warning and without a care in the world about Chamber's comfort, his dick could get squeezed by the insides of a man trying his best not to cry. If he just goes for it.

Chamber tries to keep himself relaxed in anticipation because the least he can do for himself is to make the intrusion as easy on his body as he can. He takes deep breaths, trying not to choke on his spit, and hopes that he's not imagining the slowly growing pressure inside him.

It still burns, regardless of how steadily Tejo pushes inside him. It's a curse and a blessing not seeing just how much he was going to get beforehand, and all he can do is trust his imagination. All he knows is that it fills him up right to the point of uncomfortably painful without actually crossing that line. At least not yet.

Again, Breach doesn't seem too happy about that.

“You should've told me you were such a gentleman.” His tone makes it abundantly clear that he does not mean it as a compliment. He's unimpressed, at best. “I could've gotten us someone worthy of it.”

And, again, there is no response. Tejo stays quiet, only focusing on getting his dick inside Chamber. Whether or not the man gives Breach a non-verbal reaction, an encouragement or confirmation, is unbeknownst to only one of them.

It stops bothering the man in question when he finally feels Tejo's hips press flush against his ass, Tejo's quiet sigh silenced by Chamber's own gasp for a breath that he didn't notice he had started to hold again. The hands on his hips find a new grip, preparing to continue already. What little tension Chamber had managed to release from his body comes back tenfold, unintentionally making him clench around Tejo, and even more unfortunately making it appear as a green flag for him.

Tejo lets out a quiet chuckle. “He's tighter than he looks.”

A matching sound of amusement leaves Breach's chest too. He sounds friendly again. “Don't let him fool you. He's been in the business for a while.”

There is no need for Breach to air out his personal business like that, but all Chamber can retaliate with is a furrowed brow. The temptation to bite the finger that's in his mouth is persistent, but he knows that it will only hurt him.

“So he knows what to expect,” Tejo continues to think out loud. “Let me hear him.”

Breach scoffs at the command, though he still obliges. He tilts Chamber's head up to see the way the man's lips are wrapped around his thumb, one small move away from actually sucking it like a pacifier, before pulling his hand back.

For him, the next move is to wipe the saliva from his hand on his pants.

For Chamber, it is to gasp for a breath and swallow, finally allowed to feel somewhat normal about his position.

Though his airways were never really obstructed, it's still infinitely easier to breathe with nothing in his mouth. Feeling Tejo move behind him makes his breaths shaky, but it's merely a small nuisance compared to what he was just freed from. At least for now.

He feels Breach pat the top of his head, still too rough.

“All yours,” he declares and takes a step back, his hand moving to start unbuckling his belt next.

Chamber isn't left to prepare for the inevitable that's about to be presented right in front of him as the last thing he registers is an amused “Gracias,” behind him, followed by the pressure inside him moving all too suddenly. Even just the feeling of Tejo pulling back makes him drop his head and gasp in a breath. It gets punched out of his lungs a mere second later when the intrusion returns in one swift move, quickly filling him up with Tejo's hips pressing against his ass once more.

The change in sensation would leave him repeating that breathing pattern were it not for the fact that Tejo simply doesn't settle for one thrust to keep him entertained. No, he doesn't even give Chamber a second to recover before already starting to pull back again, just the tip of his dick staying inside him before the rest of his length follows.

All Chamber can do is try not to let his weight drop onto the mattress when his arms start to feel absolutely useless, his entire core shaking from the pain and lack of oxygen in his blood. The broken moans that break from deep within his chest, uncontrolled and dry, sound like they're laced with more pain than pleasure, but it doesn't stop Tejo. Neither does the resistance he feels from how Chamber's body refuses to relax to ease the pressure inside him, no matter how smart that adjustment would be for him. They'll get there eventually.

Probably.

Probably not.

Tejo's pace is steady and clearly not the worst that he could do. He keeps a tight grip on Chamber's hips to keep him from leaning forward to escape the intrusion, bottoming out each time he pushes in.

It's much nicer than what Breach would give him, but that isn't saying much.

Neither is he, but he still tries.

The next time the air escapes his lungs, he tries to get a few words in alongside his inhale.

“Please—” he manages to whisper, his voice almost breaking as the attempt at a sentence stops after one word.

He doesn't know what he would have pleaded for, but what he gets is certainly not it.

He hears a scoff above himself before the back of Breach's hand collides with the side of his head, the titanium knuckles knocking against his skull. Luckily not at full force.

“Be quiet.”

The words spat at him are equal parts annoyed and amused, probably for the same reason: at his audacity.

A lingering pain pulsates under his skin where Breach's hand hit him, distorting his expression into a frown, but he still hears the huffed laugh behind him.

“He doesn't even remember old tricks?” Tejo asks, clearly humoured by the short exchange. “Disappointing.”

Breach agrees with a quick huff. “He got away with it for so long that now he's a nightmare to train. You're welcome to try if you're up for it.”

Tejo seems to consider the proposition for a moment, eventually answering. “I'll keep that in mind,” he says, an audible smile on his lips. He's not taking this seriously. “Something in store for a rainy day. Just in case.” Just in case he needs a punching bag.

His voice gives no indication of him actively fucking a man struggling to keep his composure, it doesn't waver or get interrupted by uncertain breaths or even the quietest of sounds of pleasure. He talks like it's just another normal conversation, and it's close to infuriating to Chamber, who can't get a single word out without an unwanted interruption. Maybe it just means that he should take the hint and stop thinking about it.

Breach's help is right there, already one step ahead of him.

A tight grip on his hair yanks his head up and tilts it back, sending another painful shock along his scalp. His eyes screw tightly shut as his discomfort is more than plain on his face, though he knows that he should look at the man above him.

“Hear that?” Breach's words infiltrate his ears, making him wince. “Maybe you'll finally fucking learn.”

With tears welling in his eyes from the painful sensation, he finally looks at Breach. Over his glasses, the sight is even blurrier than before, but he doesn’t need Breach to know just how little he sees. All that matters is that he can silently apologise for whatever Breach wants him to apologise for, and maybe get the grip out of his hair before it pulls any strands out.

At least his latter wish gets fulfilled with one last shove.

“Keep your head up,” Breach commands, allowing a second for the words to sink in before letting go of Chamber's hair.

Chamber complies, though he droops forward a bit. It's luckily not enough of a change to cross a line in Breach's mind, so his next command comes just for the simple fun of it.

His hand reaches for Chamber's tie, loosening it a little before grabbing a hold, turning it backwards, and offering it to Tejo.

“Keep his head up.”

There is a lack of authority in his voice when he speaks to Tejo and the words sound more like an amused suggestion, something halfway through becoming a joke. That's probably what they need to be in order for Tejo to play along and grab the end of the tie and experimentally pull on it.

The silky fabric digs into Chamber's throat, presses against his windpipe hard enough to make him tilt his head back in an attempt at alleviating the suffocating feeling. It obstructs his breathing just enough to feel claustrophobic, and the way his back arches from his attempt at easing such a feeling is borderline ridiculous.

“How convenient,” Tejo notes over the white noise of Chamber's blood rushing between his ears. He sounds pleased.

Breach lets out a short laugh. “He comes prepared. Don't you?”

Though the question is finally granting him permission to speak, Chamber can't get a single word out. Mostly because of the pressure against his throat, but also from the lack of coherent thoughts bouncing inside his head. There's nothing for him to say, but he doesn't want to know what happens if he doesn't answer when he's being asked a direct question. He simply nods a little.

He's rewarded with a hand tapping his cheek and two simple words. “Thought so.”

Another reward is granted in the form of Tejo's grip on the tie easing and allowing him to breathe properly again. The silk is still somewhat tight around his neck, but now it just guides him to indeed keep his head up instead of choking him. He wants to thank Tejo.

All he manages to do is open his eyes and look at the sight before him, at Breach tugging his undone pants down just enough to get his dick out. He's still not fully hard, and he gives himself a few strokes to get there, right in front of Chamber's face.

Chamber wants to close his eyes again. Partly from the feeling of Tejo still continuing to pound into him, something that he could use as an excuse when Breach calls him out for it.

But who is he kidding?

The only word he could get out for an accusation like that would be a weak apology. He shouldn't even try.

His eyes stay fixated on Breach's dick and the light grip the man holds it in. There's a single bead of precum on the tip and he can already taste it in the back of his throat. He wants to look away but his options are awfully limited; he wasn't going to look at Breach, either.

Breach chooses otherwise.

“Look at me.” The command is simple.

Against his own wishes, Chamber lets out a sigh and does as he's told. He looks up once more, and the sight is exactly what he was expecting to see. Breach still looks smug as all hell, looking down at him in more ways than one. It would turn a pit in his stomach were his insides not on fire already, and he doesn't know if he's thankful for that. There is a small comfort in that feeling coming from Tejo instead of the usual suspect.

He just focuses on the warm hand that holds his hip when he feels Breach's dick rub against his lips.

It's useless to part his lips immediately and he knows that, though he still does it. It just feels natural, even when Breach then traces the tip of his dick across his bottom lip, finally letting him have the first taste. The satisfied little smirk stays on his lips as he still stalls, moving further along to spread the mixture of spit and precum across Chamber's cheek next. It's not as messy as it could be, considering the fact that his dick hasn't even been inside Chamber's mouth yet, but it still works as intended. The way Chamber's head nods every now and again with Tejo's help only adds to it, making him seem more than eager to proceed since he can't even stay still.

Chamber looks up at him, fighting the way his eyelids want to fall shut, and trying not to think about how he'd prefer to have Breach's dick in his mouth already so he can hide away in his personal darkness.

Everything drags on for way too long, though the checkpoint that he finally reaches isn't as rewarding as he had thought it would be.

Breach taps his cheek with his dick. “Are you done pretending that you don't want it?”

There is no way for him to answer in a truthful manner, his choices already limited in more ways than one. He simply just nods, lying to himself.

Breach scoffs. “Open up.”

Chamber finally closes his eyes when he does as he's being told, parting his lips properly and immediately feeling Breach's dick push past them. He's not wasting any more time.

A deep breath leaves his lungs when Breach does exactly what Tejo had done and slides the entirety of his length inside Chamber in one go, leaving him struggling to breathe. The tip of his dick reaches close enough to the back of Chamber's throat to make a feeling of pressure flare up under the man's skin, his body preparing to hold back a gag. It doesn't get that far, at least not this time, and Chamber is allowed a second to recover when Breach takes a second to reach down for a grip on the underside of his jaw before pulling back and shoving his dick right back in again.

This time it makes Chamber feel like he's choking, his body flinching in an unsuccessful attempt to lean away from the flash of panic that shoots through his system. He's stuck in place between the two men, and the best thing he can do for himself is try to relax. He's not going to die, after all. He should be able to handle it.

With a tightened grip on the sheets, he tries to figure out how to breathe through the thrusts that threaten to block his airways - while also trying not to let Tejo shove him forward to mess things up over and over again.

There is no coherent rhythm to Breach's pace as he just seems to chase after the warm and wet confines of Chamber's mouth with each move. His breaths are heavy as he enjoys the feeling, selfishly getting what he wants.

It's the exact opposite of Tejo and his controlled movement and steady lungfuls. It's like a walk in the park for him, just a simple pastime to keep him occupied and entertained. His focus is more on Chamber's pleasure - or at least that's what Chamber himself wants to think. At least Tejo's dick moving inside him feels good. Breach's just feels intrusive, as used to it as he is.

There is nothing cohesive about the way the two move together. Nothing is in synch, they don't work together, and the only thing that they have in common is the fact that they have to try to get as deep inside their shared toy as they can. Because that's what Chamber's position eventually boils down to. A toy to be used. He didn't know he could be further downgraded from a dog, but there he is. Simply taking what he's given and trying not to fuck anything up.

A pressure persists under his cheeks and turns into a wetness behind his closed eyelids the more comfortable Breach grows with fucking his face. What little carefulness there was in the beginning starts to wear off as he gets used to the same warmth and softness, and how it's starting to get boring, and how he should make up for that by trying to push in harder and deeper. He could easily use his hand to cover at least an inch or two to give himself a little more stimulation, but he chooses not to. Instead, he shoves all of those inches down Chamber's throat with every thrust, uncaring of the way it leaves him choking on it.

The continuous testing of his gag reflex has stolen his attention away from the way Tejo's pace has picked up along the way. In all honesty, he's surprised that Tejo still has it in him. He tries not to take it as an insult. He, too, would have issues finishing if he had to face Breach while getting there.

The single unspoken insult is all the comfort Chamber can get, and he holds onto it with everything he has. Because even if he has nothing else, he still has the thoughts inside his head that no one can scold or punish him for. And he occupies every single one of those thoughts with just how much he prefers Tejo over Breach - which would be a pathetic sight for anyone else to witness considering that he has no say in any of it. But to him, it's the only way to show resistance and resentment, and he will take what he can. Just like the two are taking from him.

No words have been spoken ever since Breach got his turn, and Chamber can't decide if he likes the silence or not. The ‘silence’ in question is only broken by his choked moans and gasps for air, the breaths of the two others working as background noise. The attention is fully on him, more specifically on the two holes he can provide, and he can't steer it anywhere else.

He simultaneously wants to and doesn't want to know what's going on inside the heads of the two. He wants to think that they have something positive to say about how good he feels and how well he's taking it, something sincerely positive, but he can't stand the possibility of something else. Both of them thinking about somebody else, or, even worse, about something completely different and mundane. If their thoughts stray from the current moment to tomorrow's lunch or their upcoming laundry room reservations, Chamber might as well not be here.

Even with his initial resistance, he still wants the two men’s approval. He wants to be desired by them and he wants to provide them with something that they can enjoy. He wants to be useful, and he wants Tejo to like him. Again, Breach can go fuck himself for all he cares. That man has done enough. But Tejo. Sweet rookie Tejo, who could still be saved from Breach's corruption. That's where his focus is.

His view of Tejo is naïve at best and delusional at worst, but it doesn't matter. There is comfort in the thought of having Tejo on his side in the aftermath when he realises that he prefers the genuine adoration and loyalty over some fuckhead’s unfunny antics. He'd change teams in a heartbeat. Breach wouldn't lay a hand on him if he got under Tejo's wing.

He's choking on the fantasy and he lets it happen. He clenches around Tejo's dick to somehow prove himself and gets an agreeing hum in return. It's still possible to win.

Tejo finally lets go of the tie, allowing Chamber to breathe just a bit easier - though he had forgotten about that specific restriction along the way. Both of his hands grip Chamber's hips tightly, pulling him back to meet his thrusts with more force. They force louder and more choked sounds to escape from Chamber's throat, though they still stay muffled around Breach's dick. At least they cover up the grossly wet sounds of everything else.

Finally, there are words to fill the increasingly warm and humid air.

“You won't mind?” Tejo says, a slight strain in his voice. It's supposed to be a question, but it sounds more like a statement.

It's a correct one too.

The breath that Breach lets out sounds like an attempt at a laugh.

“Help yourself,” he says, his voice wavering as well.

Tejo's answer is a quiet huff. His indirect answer to Chamber is a tightened grip on his hips that works more as a warning than the actual words that he just heard.

He feels how Tejo picks up his pace and allows it to grow irregular as he chases his release. Something inside him tightens into a knot from the feeling of disappointment from Tejo's turn seemingly coming to an end and leaving him with just Breach. A feeling of accomplishment accompanies it and makes it even harder to comprehend because at least he's making Tejo come. Like he was supposed to and like he was expected to. It's a warm feeling that puts him at ease regardless of the way his body is jerked forward with every thrust that forces Breach's dick further down his throat. He'll take what he can get.

The quickened pace comes to a stop all too soon and Tejo simply buries himself as deep inside Chamber as possible, a low groan breaking from his chest as his orgasm hits him. It's incredibly unsatisfying for Chamber not to be able to see it - or even hear it properly - but he can't help but enjoy it regardless. He even clenches around Tejo's pulsating dick just to hear him let out another pleased sound, followed by shallow little thrusts to get every second’s worth of his high before it's fully over.

With a deep breath, Tejo retreats one of his hands to hold the base of his dick before slowly pulling out and leaving Chamber feeling awfully empty and trying to clench around the nothingness. A sharp sound of rubber snapping follows, accompanied by a drawer being opened. Chamber can only guess what Tejo is doing now that a certain someone else requires all of his attention, but the pieces aren't that hard to put together.

He's left with just Breach's dick in his mouth, a hand keeping his head up and in place since Breach is still not done with him. He keeps his eyes closed so as not to have to look at the man above him, regardless of how much easier it would be to keep them open now that his senses aren't fully overworked. Hopefully Breach doesn't ask for such contact either. If he's lucky, watching Tejo finish was enough to skip forward at least some dozens of seconds and Breach's own release isn't far anymore. That would only be polite, he thinks.

But, instead of being lucky, he gets extremely lucky. At least in a way.

Tejo's fingers, once more cold with an added layer of lube, return to rub against his hole. The tired ring of muscle immediately wants to welcome them inside to replace the emptiness, but the fingertips stay on the outside, tracing the rim and simply pressing against it.

Chamber thinks he chokes. Like, fully chokes. Inhales his own saliva into his lungs and gags to get it out of there.

In reality, only a broken sound of surprise and pleasure breaks free from his throat and leaves his head hanging in Breach's hold. The coldness mixing with the roughness of Tejo's fingertips feels so, so nice rubbing against such a sensitive spot, especially in the aftermath. It's almost soothing, in a way - if it didn't make him gasp for breath with partially obstructed airways - and he leans against it.

There might be a low chuckle from Tejo and another comment from Breach about him being too nice, but he can't hear them over his own breaths and the rushing blood between his ears. He's blinded by the pleasure, by the touch that's finally just for him - and probably for Breach to laugh at and abuse. He wants to let his body fall lax and only focus on Tejo's fingers, and he hopes to every god that he's allowed to do that when Breach is finished.

And he hopes that Breach is finished soon. As soon as possible. He's not looking forward to the taste that will linger in the back of his throat, but he wants it already. Just so it’s finally over.

He's moaning around Breach's cock like a whore, and he hopes that Tejo likes it. That's all he thinks about. Then again, there isn't much room inside his head for a lot of complex thoughts to form so it's not saying much, but it's still the truth. He just wants Tejo to like it. Maybe make a few demeaning comments about it to mask his true and genuine feelings, maybe make Breach fall for the facade and play along. Maybe get Breach to fucking finish already.

He can feel himself finally grow hard from the calloused touch, finally getting past that persistent half-mast he has been sporting so far when his dick had refused to grow past it due to the continuous stimulation so deep inside him. It just wasn't possible, but now he gets there. Neither of the two others probably notice even with his dick out in the open and starting to press against his stomach, and he's scared to try to get it across by whining and squirming so as not to have to face some other unwanted consequences.

All he does is his best to stay still while also trying to arch his back just a little. Just in case Tejo can't already tell just how much he likes it. And maybe to get that warm and calloused hand to slip around him and wrap around his dick instead. The mere thought of it makes him shudder and let out another stifled moan, his head still feeling heavy enough to need someone else to hold up for him.

Finally, finally, he thinks he hears a low grunt above him, just in time to drag him out of the little fantasy he's creating for himself, and the grip on his jaw readjusts to hold him tighter. He prepares himself in whatever way he can, trying to take deep breaths between the poorly controlled sounds that slip past his lips. For a second, he wishes to lean away from Tejo's touch to make that task easier, but it's not like there's any space in front of him to escape to. He'll get pulled there regardless, whether or not he has enough air in his lungs to keep him from getting light-headed when his airways are fully blocked by his face being pressed right against Breach's stomach.

Again, he just hopes that it's over quickly. Because, again, that's only polite for their guest. They shouldn't keep him waiting, as much as he seems to entertain himself just fine on his own.

He gets lost in his thoughts, and his careful plan gets thrown out of the window while he's at it, his lungs emptying right as another hand collides with the back of his head and pulls him forward. The bare metal against his scalp stings and the growing claustrophobia from not being able to move or breathe sends a combined flash of panic through him, making him flinch. His head jerks to the side in an attempt to free himself, but he stays stuck in place between the almost welcoming softness of Breach's stomach and the unrelenting hand on the back of his head. The grip on his jaw doesn't ease either, and there really is nowhere for him to go. Just as a cherry on top, his glasses press against the bridge of his nose in a way that warrants a proper cleaning later on.

Feeling the additional warmth hit the back of his throat makes him flinch again, this time from surprise. It gets replaced with relief a mere second later when his brain catches on to the fact that they are finally done here. Thankfulness adds to the mix when his inability to breathe through it also means that he's not going to choke on Breach's cum when it pools on his tongue. At least he can hope that he won't.

He gets a quick pat on his head before Breach finally leans back and pulls his dick out, freeing him from the steady hold that had kept his head up for all this time. He can't help the initial reaction his body is screaming for and he swallows quickly to then gasp for air. It's a pathetic sound, really. Especially when he starts coughing to get the itchiness out of his throat where a salty taste now lingers. His eyes water and he grows aware of the spit covering his lips and escaping from the corner of his mouth, though he has no choice but to let it. There is no way he's holding himself upright with only one hand, not even for a second.

He's a mess.

Somewhere along the way, Tejo has retreated his hand, probably wiped the lube off his fingers, and returned to normal. It takes a few seconds for Breach to follow along, to pull his pants back up and secure his belt again. It's that easy.

They leave him by himself, still on his hands and knees, still with his pants pulled down to expose his ass, still breathing heavily to try to make up for the lack of air he got previously. His glasses keep sliding down the bridge of his nose and the lube on his skin is starting to feel cold without a set of fingers to keep it warm. His dick is still hard, probably leaking against the hem of his shirt. Tejo's hands are nowhere to be found. Being left to his devices doesn't feel as good as he had assumed, and he doesn't even know where to start to gather himself again.

“Is he always this dramatic?” Tejo asks somewhere beyond the edge of the bed. His voice is distant, but he sounds amused.

Breach snorts somewhere in that same direction. “Yeah, if you treat him right.”

They share a chuckle, though Breach's laugh grows louder.

“He's like— You've seen the videos— He's like one of those dogs when you put clothes on them and they don't know how to walk anymore. They're just stuck.”

Another burst of laughter drowns out Tejo's, and Chamber simply hangs his head.

He wants to lie down for a moment, the ache in his knees and wrists growing more and more noticeable now that the rest of his body catches a break. But he doesn't think he's allowed. Especially not with his dick still out.

With what little energy he can force into his system, he pushes himself up to sit on his knees. It would be a good idea were his legs not mostly dangling off the edge of the mattress, his new centre of balance finding itself somewhere on the floor.

Before his body can follow with a surprised gasp, there is a grip on the back of his shirt that catches him. The fabric suffers immensely, and it's not exactly a small price to pay, but he's grateful for it nonetheless.

Tejo scoffs behind him, giving him approximately three seconds to stand up on his own.

“Save the concussion, pendejo,” he mutters and shoves Chamber to mark that the time is up.

Chamber stays stuck in place, stunned, to say the least, as his legs try to materialise into flesh and blood again. There's a persistent ache in his knees now that he's standing up again, and somehow his first priority is to fix his glasses to stop the world from swaying around him.

“Thank you.” The words leave his swollen lips as a mere whisper.

There's a huff of acknowledgement behind him, and it ends the interaction. Nothing more to say for either of them.

Though his arms feel weak and rotating his wrists hurts, he starts to pull his underwear and pants back up to look presentable again. The lube smudges against the fabric of his boxers and he has to purposefully hide his still semi-hard dick from being noticeable through his pants. He tucks the hem of his shirt into his pants before securing his belt with unsure fingers, almost like it's a safety measure to lock everything away again.

He makes the mistake of turning towards the two after that task is done, and he's met with two amused gazes on him. It takes a few confused blinks until he notices the plain whiteness on the front of his shirt and quickly reaches for the tie that's still resting on his back. He straightens it out and fixes the knot alongside the collar of his shirt, finishing his facade of normalcy by combing his hair back with his fingers. It still looks messy, but it's the best he can do right now. If he can't reach pristine, he'll settle on presentable.

The two gazes rake him up and down, almost like conducting their own quality checks to make sure that he looks normal enough to be let out into the real world again. The assessment takes entirely too long and he thinks the two pairs of eyes stay fixated on the bulge in his unfortunately tight pants a bit too often, but eventually Tejo drops his arms to his sides from where they were previously crossed on his chest.

He nods towards the door.

“Get out.”

Rejection stings Chamber to his core, his expression falling into a frown for just a second before he swallows it to keep his pride. Or what little is left of it. The bitter aftertaste in the back of his throat doesn't help to convince him of anything.

He simply nods, his gaze shifting onto Breach for any other guidance - they did enter this room together, after all - but there is nothing there. Only a small, victorious smile on his lips. Chamber doesn't acknowledge him at all before heading towards the door and trying not to show just how uncomfortable walking feels right now. He wants to turn back for one more confirmation that they actually want him to leave, but he contains himself. There is nothing for him here anymore.

When he gets the door open, he lingers in the doorway for just a second. He hears movement somewhere behind himself, followed by a humoured question from Tejo.

“So, where do you get drinks around here?”

He glances at his watch. It's barely three in the afternoon.

“I have a stash,” Breach replies. “I’ll show you.”

It's Chamber's cue to get out of the doorway and quickly shut the door behind him, to get his useless legs to work and lead him out of the hallway before the two can follow.

He doesn't take the risk of fumbling with his keys out in the open, so he makes his way past room 18 with haste, instead heading towards the first public bathroom that he can find.

He hears a familiar door open behind him just as the soundproof ones open in front of him, and he resists the urge to look back - just as much as he resists the urge to start running.