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The quiet hum of Sylus’s voice next to you as you made dinner was soothing, like hearing a radio in the other room. Comforting enough you realized you hadn’t heard a word he’d said for the last few minutes.
“…it’s nothing. But, I suppose, everyone has to learn eventually. Sometimes the hard way. Don’t you agree?”
You started, as though jerking awake.
“...Sorry? I’m sorry, I got lost in my head.”
Sylus cocked his head, miffed but not unkind.
“Is everything alright, sweetie?”
He put down the chopping knife and reached out to brush his thumb beneath your lips, lingering at the plush center and searching your face with his glowing red eye. You sighed, knowing what he’d find there.
“It’s Caleb. I’m still...adjusting? Recovering? I’m sorry. I don’t want it to get in the way of time with you.”
Sylus’s gaze softened, and he reached behind you. Before you could track his motion, he’d grabbed a blueberry from its container behind you and popped it into your mouth. His mouth quirked up as you glared at him, but chewed. They were good blueberries.
“It’s alright, sweetie," he said, “It hardly happens every day, does it? Having family return to you like that. Take all the time you need.”
You huffed, more irritated with yourself than anything. Irritated at how much it still hurt. Irritated you couldn’t get it out of your head. Irritated you still weren’t sure how to feel. And, niggling under all that, the old ache and question - were you ever really just family?
The kitchen timer went off, derailing that train of thought, and you pulled yourself together enough to give Sylus a genuine smile and turn back around to finish the salad.
“It’s ok, I appreciate it, Sy. It’s just…a lot to think about. But it can wait. Tonight is for you.”
He looked adorable pleased at that before trying to hide it back under his trademark smirk.
“Good,” he said with his back to you, carefully taking the braised pork out of the oven, “I’d hate to have to kill him again.”
You kicked him in the shin.
Table set, Sylus poured you both wine as you sat down to eat. You caught him up on your latest Hunter assignments - there was an increase in wanderer activity just south of the N019 zone; it had kept you busy. Your partner had come away with a few more scrapes than usual from your last mission, so you were out of rotation for a bit while he recovered. Meanwhile Sylus told you all about the latest Onychinus goings-on - this week, he was following some rumors of protocore smugglers in his territory. Mephistos was on their trail, and had tracked them down to a warehouse that would be used for a gala the following week. He suspected the event would double as their auction, and told you you’d be accompanying him to scout the place. You put up a token protest, but knew by now arguing with Sylus was like arguing with a thunderstorm. Pointless, and likely to cause a certain amount of damage. He smirked at you when you relented, and told you he’d already picked out your dress. Black, of course.
“Think nothing of it, sweetie. It’s an investment. I’ll get to spend the whole party thinking about what it will feel like to take it off of you again.” His glimmering smile turned hungry. You took a sip of wine, your gaze dropping down from his cheekbones, skating over where his collarbones dipped beneath his shirt, and lower. By the time you looked back up he was fully grinning and you felt yourself color red, embarrassed at being caught. He leaned in close,
“Doesn’t seem like you’re as adverse to the idea as you pretend, does it?”
You took a breath, ready to defend yourself, when you heard the sound of your front door opening and closing.
You were on your feet in an instant, gun raised, scanning the hallway as you swung around the corner. At your feet, you could see the tendrils of Sylus’s red and black evol swirling ahead of you, searching. You looked up the muzzle of your gun to see….Caleb.
Caleb was standing in your hallway, still in his full Colonel’s uniform, except for his hat which was resting in the grocery bag he carried. He had toed off one of his shoes and had the other in hand when you’d caught him and he stared at you, wide-eyed. His eyes got even wider as Sylus turned the corner, all 6’2” of brooding asshole.
“....Pipsqueek, who is this?”
There was a look in Caleb’s eyes you’d never seen before. Fire on ice. But you had more important things to worry about.
“Caleb, this is Sylus. But more importantly, what are you doing in my apartment? Why aren’t you at SkyHaven? How do you even know where I live?!”
Caleb hadn’t taken his eyes off Sylus. Turning around, you saw Sylus was staring right back. Absolutely unwilling to be ignored in your own home that your foster-brother had broken into, you holstered your gun, stomped up to him, and grabbed him by the front of his jacket. You glared until he finally broke eye contact and looked down at you. Immediately, his gaze softened. His mouth ticked up in a half-smile, and he dropped the groceries he was carrying.
“I’m sorry, Pipsqueek, I didn't know you had company.” He said company like it was a dirty word. Sylus smirked. You got the feeling you were missing something.
“You didn’t answer my question,” you growled, ignoring the pangs in your stomach at seeing Caleb here, in your house. You still hadn’t gotten used to seeing him alive. Let alone here. With that strange look in his eyes.
“Sweetie, why don’t you invite him in? I don’t think we’re going to get away with a quiet evening at this rate,” Sylus said. He also sounded strange, the sarcasm he usually reserved for recalcitrant business partners creeping into his tone. Caleb smiled, but it was all teeth. You resisted the very strong urge to stomp your foot. Taking two deep breaths and reminding yourself how much you loved both these infuriating men, you turned on your heels and marched back towards the dinner table.
“Fine. Fine. Caleb, won’t you please join us for dinner? And then please explain to me why you’re in my apartment?”
Slowly, Caleb followed you, pulling out a chair as Sylus, ever the gentleman, got another wineglass down and poured. Caleb continued to glare at him.
“I’m sorry, Pipsqueak,” he finally said, looking at you properly, “I…I should have called ahead. I got a few days leave, and wasn’t really thinking. I just wanted to spend time with you. I was afraid if I called you’d send me away again.”
You flinched, remembering the last time you’d spoken. You had been shaking, overwhelmed, angry, thrilled, and sad to see him alive. You’d asked him so many questions and he’d refused to answer any of them, staring at you with those unsettlingly blank eyes and repeating again and again that he couldn't tell you anything. Just that he was here. He was your Caleb. You’d cried yourself to sleep that night, unsure what you were crying for.
“So you decided breaking and entering was easier than communicating, hm?” Far from being forgotten, Sylus had sat back down and was leisurely serving you all dinner.
“You have no idea -” Caleb he hissed, “-no idea how I feel. What I’ve been through.”
Sylus cocked his head to the side, and his right eye glowed subtly under the lights.
“....I wouldn’t be so sure,” he murmured.
But you were done. All week, you'd been looking forward to a quiet evening. Taking a break from work, putting aside the messy feelings you had for Caleb, and enjoying spending time with Sylus. And here you were.
“Then tell me, Caleb!” you nearly shouted, frustrating getting the better of you, “Tell me how you feel! You came all the way out here, for what?”
Caleb ducked his head. He hesitated, eyes moving between you and Sylus as his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. Finally, he sighed, shoulders slumping.
“I…didn’t expect you to have company. I just wanted to take care of you. Cook you dinner. Watch crappy movies. Like old times.”
Your heart twisted, and you felt the fire go out of you. Memories of the past you shared together, of late nights eating chicken wings watching K-Dramas with him welled up and broke through. You sighed deeply, walking over to him and, carefully, taking his face in your hands.
“I appreciate it, Caleb. I missed you. You know I missed you. But you can’t just do this. You can’t just show up to my house unannounced and act like nothing’s happened. Like I’m yours.”
Caleb jerked back as though stung, and for a moment you could see some shadow pass over his eyes, but he collected himself again, dropping his hands at your hips with easy familiarity and mustering up something approximating his usual boyish grin.
Behind you, Sylus chuckled. You rolled your eyes,
“What is it, Sy? What’s so funny?”
Caleb was staring daggers again.
“Funny? Oh nothing.”
You heard the clink of his glass as he set it down, and felt more than heard him come up behind you. You tensed, not even entirely sure why, as his hand came down on your shoulder. Caleb went deathly still.
“What is it, Colonel?” Sylus asked, innocent enough butter would melt on his tongue, “my little kitten has a point. Terribly rude of you to turn up unannounced to my evening alone with her.”
There was definitely something you were missing. You felt Caleb’s hands tighten as Sylus’s other hand came up to cup your neck, sweeping your hair to the side in a gesture that was deceptively comfortable. Helpful. Too late you remembered the string of love bites Sylus had left on you the previous week, still healing. Caleb snarled.
Quicker than you could see, you felt Sylus’s hands leave you and the familiar hum of Caleb’s gravity surrounded you. The world tilted on its axis and when you found your footing again you’d been picked up and spun around so Caleb was between you and Sylus. You struggled to move, but Caleb’s evol had you rooted to the floor.
“Caleb! What the hell - “
Now Sylus looked ready to commit murder. Your vision darkened as his red and black evol slithered whip-quick to wrap Caleb like a snake and toss him at the wall.
“Sylus! No!”
But your voice was lost. Caleb swore and the haze surrounding you dropped before wrapping itself around Sylus instead, pinning him in place half-crouched by the dining table. The two men stared at each other across the living room, a silent tug-of-war that you were frankly very done playing.
“Both of you!” you shouted, drawing their eyes back to you, “For god’s sake, stop acting like children! Now!”
Begrudgingly, both of them dropped their evols. Sylus rose gracefully to his feet, fluffing his hair back in place and adjusting his clothes like a cat primping. Caleb rolled to the floor with a huff and rose military-straight, cracking his neck and rotating his shoulders as if already preparing for the next fight. Despite the energy crackling in the room, you didn’t hesitate. You grabbed both of them by their wrists and pulled them to sit on the couch.
“Now,” you glared, “you are going to tell me what the hell is going on here.”
Caleb looked away immediately. Sylus, on the other hand, flickered between something like murderous amusement.
“Are you going to tell her?” he asked Caleb quietly. When he was met with silence, he looked back at you.
“Kitten. How honest do you want me to be with you?”
“That’s silly. I always want you to be honest.”
He raised an eyebrow, “even when it hurts?”
You hesitated, but just for a moment, “especially when it hurts.”
Sylus sighed. “Caleb has loved you for a very long time. Long enough he wants to murder me for putting my hands on you. Long enough he can’t stand the idea of you belonging to anyone else.”
Your eyes widened in shock. You were thrown back to half-forgotten warm summer evenings lying on the floor in Caleb’s bedroom whining at him to play with you. Coming home as a teenager to Caleb having just finished making your favorite dinner. When you’d asked him why he hadn’t gone out with his friends, he’d just smiled and called you silly - why would he go out when his best friend was right here. You remembered the first moment you realized he was handsome - seeing him across the basketball court like you had so many times before, watching his shirt ride up on his hip bones but this time it had hit you like a punch to the gut. He was so strong, so sure, so beautiful. The crushing sadness when you realized you couldn’t have him. Knowing he didn’t feel the same. You were just this pipsqueek. His little shadow. So many nights you spent trying desperately not to think of him in bed at night, when he was just a door away.
You blinked, and when you met Sylus’s gaze you realized he’d seen everything. Seen it on your face.
“Kitten….?” It was a question, with a strange tinge of vulnerability. You closed the gap between you in a rush, leaning over the couch to press a kiss against his lips, trying to pour into his open mouth how much you loved him. That yes, you could never deny you loved Caleb. But it didn’t change that Sylus was the other half of your soul. Your dragon.
Under you, Sylus grunted. You blinked and looked down and saw the telltale shimmer of Caleb’s evol pressed tight against Sylus’s throat.
“Caleb!” You climbed over the couch to swat at him, “Caleb let him go, what are you doing?”
Caleb’s scowl turned to shame and you watched him drop his hand.
“I’m…I’m sorry, Pipsqueek. I know I shouldn't be jealous. Can’t be jealous. I just…I'm doing my best here, pips.”
He sounded so broken.
“Caleb,” you said slowly, “Caleb is what Sylus said true? Did you…did you love me?”
Caleb groaned, and wouldn’t meet your eye. His fists pressed deep into the couch, but you refused to let him run from you. You straddled his lap and pressed your hands to either side of his face.
“Caleb,” you said again, firmer, “answer me.”
Caleb finally looked at you. His eyes, when you met them, were like a summer storm. The black had almost eclipsed his usual bright violet. They seemed to gleam.
“What do you want me to say, Pips?” he whispered, and there was an edge to his voice now, “there’s nothing to say that your boyfriend didn’t already see. That I've wanted you for as long as I can remember. That I’ve spent my entire life holding myself back. That I wasn’t prepared for how fucking crazy it would drive me seeing someone else’s mark on you. That I don’t know what to do, how to be in your life, if I can’t have you.”
He looked so desperate. It sent a thrill up your spine you hated to admit. Something about all that darkness, all that desire, focused on you. The idea that your childhood crush was returned - had been the whole time. Had been lost, but still found its way back to you. It made you dizzy. Your hands drifted almost unconsciously down to sit on his chest and as you sunk lower you felt the unmistakable outline of his hardening cock under you. You gasped as Caleb groaned.
Behind you, you heard Sylus shift, and the guilt ate up your spine like acid. You whipped around and went to stand up but Caleb had a death grip on your waist.
“I don’t think I can go back to pretending I don't want her anymore…” he whispered. And you realized he was talking to Sylus as much as you.
You heard the rumble of Sylus’s voice behind you:
“You can’t have her. Not like this. But…it seems like she doesn’t want you to leave, either.”
You strained your neck to look back at him, confused. There were a myriad of emotions running over his face, but strangely there was more curiosity, more consideration than anger.
“Sy?” you asked. Sylus went to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you off Caleb’s lap, but Caleb hissed and held you tighter.
“Puppy, if you want any chance of getting what you want here tonight, you’ll let her go. We need to talk this out.”
A twitch, and the pressure eased as Caleb released you.
“Sweetie,” Sylus said, coming to stand facing you, hand cupping your jaw, “you know nothing in the world would ever take me from you, but it looks like I’m not alone in that. And I’m not keen on this one following you like a distressed guard dog.” he shot a raised eyebrow over to Caleb, who fittingly growled back at him. His gaze softened as he turned back to you:
"I also know you. And I know you love him too. A very different love, but I don’t think I could deny you that forever either. So. while unorthodox, I propose an arrangement.”
You thought you might physically combust. Your head was spinning.
“A what?” you squeaked. Sylus smirked.
“Kitten, if i’m not very much mistaken, you want both of us. And while sharing isn’t in my nature, making you happy very much is. And if it means I get front-row seats watching you come undone well…I could be persuaded to make an exception.”
His eyes went molten black. Your brain briefly short-circuited. Both of them?! Your dark shadow and bright protector. Your mind traitorously returned to the bulge in Caleb’s pants - how large it was. The heat in his eyes. Sylus flashed you a grin - he could see the desire on your face clear as day.
“I….Caleb?” you finally said quietly “Caleb, would you do that?”
Caleb looked to be fighting an entire battle - hell, an entire war, inside himself. He gritted his teeth, eyes darting between the two of you. Finally though, he stilled. He looked up at you and said:
“I won’t pretend the idea of this criminal putting his hands on you again doesn’t make me want to kill him slowly. But I don't know if I could live with causing you that much pain. So. I'm in. If this is how I get to have you, I’m in. Whatever it takes.”
Suddenly, the air seemed hot. Your lips parted. This was real. This was happening. What came next? There wasn’t a manual for a threesome with your foster brother and a crime boss.
Luckily, the two of them made the decision for you. They seemed to have a short, silent conversation over your head before Sylus spoke up:
“Ground rules - you do anything she dislikes and you’ll be dead before you draw a breath. If she or I tell you to stop, you stop. And after you’re done, she’s mine.” Sylus sounded like he did when he was negotiating arms deals. But Caleb seemed to take him at his word and, when Sylus gave a decisive nod, Caleb pounced.
His arms came around you like an iron cage pressing you back against the couch just this side of rough.
“Im sorry. Im sorry. Tell me if it hurts I just…I can’t stop. I've wanted for so long. I can’t believe I finally get to have you,” Caleb babbled. His hands were everywhere, working their way under your shirt and drawing feverish lines across your chest. Your fingers scrabbled on his shoulders for purchase, but you were quickly overwhelmed. Conquered. To your right, you heard a soft laugh and saw Sylus settling onto the couch next to you, staring at you both intently. You reached out with one hand, unsure what you were asking for, but he gave it to you anyways - he twined his fingers with yours and brought them to his lips for an incongruously gentle kiss as Caleb ravished your body.
Above you, Caleb groaned and his hands began moving with purpose. He struggled to get you out of your shirt before snarling with impatience. The next second, you felt his evol rip it to shreds. You shrieked, whacking him on the head,
“Caleb! What the hell was that?”
His words were muffled by your left breast,
“I’ll buy you a new one. Hell, I'll buy you an entire new wardrobe if I get to tear it off you again.”
Your annoyance was quickly lost as his tongue flicked out and started teasing your nipple. Immediately you moaned and could feel his answering hum against your chest. His hand came up to play with the flesh of your other breast, alternating between kneading it gently and pinching the nipple almost cruelly. You hissed, but arched off the couch and into his touch. His other hand came up and rested, lightly against your throat.
“Can I?” he murmured, glancing between you and Sylus both. You nodded shyly. Caleb squeezed.
Sylus loved to control your body any way you would allow - had spent nights playing you like a violin, discovering more and more ways to bring you to orgasm on his fingers, his tongue, toys, his cock, or some sinful combination of them all. He enjoyed delivering pain and pleasure, whatever would make your eyes roll back and your brain go numb, just a little doll for him to tease and play with.
But Caleb was different. Caleb choked you like he couldn’t bear the idea of any part of you not belonging to him. Even your breath. Your hands went limp at your sides and your vision crossed as you felt him surge up, lips meeting yours with a brutal frenzy and you felt the slide of his cock against your hip as he straddled you.
“You’re so beautiful like this, pips, wrecked with barely a hand on you. Eyes glazed over already. I could do this for hours. Days.”
Sylus’s voice cut through his fog: “Ambitious of you. Looking that desperate, I’d be surprised if you last the hour.” Caleb’s eyes flashed like he was about to make good on his threats, but Sylus raised his hands, smirking. “Either way, I think it’s time we moved to the bedroom. Door’s the second on the left.”
That seemed to mollify Caleb enough that he rose, setting you on your feet. Sylus’s arms came up around behind you and his eyes scanned yours carefully, looking for any sign this wasn’t what you wanted. He found none. You were embarrassingly wet already, ruining your underwear and dripping down your thighs. So hungry you couldn’t think straight. You surged up to meet Sylus, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a messy kiss. It was all tongue and teeth and he met you stroke for stroke.
“I thought you got her afterwards, Sylus” Caleb growled halfway down the hall.
Sylus smiled into your lips.
“Patience is a virtue, Colonel” his title dripped off Sylus’s tongue like honey.
Caleb looked ready to argue, but as Sylus hoisted you up and walked you down the hall he caught sight of your glassy eyes and dreamy smile. You both made her happy. You loved them both.
He had to repeat that over and over to himself as he watched Sylus return his mouth to the side of your neck, next to the lovebites that had set him off to begin with, and sink his teeth in again. The bastard even smirked.
Quick as thinking, you felt yourself being lifted out of Sylus’s arms and thrown unceremoniously onto your bed. Caleb’s evol stayed humming around you, instantly pinning your arms above your head and stripping your pants, underwear, and bra with brutal efficiency. It left you with no choice but to stare up at the dark fantasy that was the Farspace Fleet Colonel slowly removing his uniform while staring down at you like he wanted to eat you alive.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” Caleb said in a hushed whisper, pulling his belt through the loops and dropping it by the bed. Next, the coat fell heavily to the floor. By the time he got to his shirt, he was clumsily feverish, tearing at his buttons until he was bare as well. Your eyes went wide at the sight. He had always been fit, but the Farspace regimen looked good on him. His shoulders bulged and his defined abs heaved with every breath. You unconsciously began rubbing your thighs together and his sharp eyes missed nothing.
“Aw, pipsqueak, you miss me?” he cooed, almost sarcastic. The invisible shackles around your wrists pulled tighter and Caleb dropped to his knees.
“What are you…?” You started, but didn't finish, as Caleb ran his tongue up your clit. You arched off the bed with a quiet mewl that quickly turned into a moan as Caleb's licks turned to him absolutely devouring your pussy, pressing into you insistently, forcing you towards orgasm so quickly it made you dizzy.
A second pair of hands wrapped around your chest, toying with your nipples. You looked up to see Sylus’s gleaming red eyes fixed to you, fascinated.
“Are you enjoying yourself, sweetie?” He murmured, “is the puppy doing a good job?”
Caleb snarled against your soaking wet lips, but seemed too occupied to do anything about the taunt. Instead, you felt his fingers at your entrance, hesitating only a moment before they were bullying their way inside.
Your orgasm was almost blinding. Your eyes were fixed on Sylus as you came and he groaned, as though in pain. The fingers on your nipples turned harsh and you squirmed and cried as the overstimulation drove you to a shivering mess.
“Prettiest fucking thing I've ever seen,” you heard Caleb whisper, rising from his knees as though drunk. “And you,” his gaze turned to Sylus, “will get out of my fucking way until I'm done unless you want to know what your own blood tastes like.”
Sylus looked more amused than anything, but backed away and settled onto the couch by the window, content to watch. He left you with a bruising kiss to the lips. A promise.
A stinging pain on your left breast jerked you back to Caleb. He had crawled over you and stood like an avenging god, hand red from the slap, immediately descending on the other. The pain had you pulling against his evol, but it was like pulling against iron.
“There’s nowhere to go, sweetheart. There’s only me.”
You whimpered, eyes wide, taking in his dangerous smile, before your gaze rested where his cock jutted out between his hips. It was as thick as it had felt when you were on top of it - heavy enough it drooped slightly. The head was bulbous and for a moment you wondered if he’d even fit. Sylus was longer, but Caleb was just so thick.
“Please…please Caleb,” you whispered, feeling the ache in your core taking over your brain. You were almost drooling.
“Please what, pips?” he was grinning at you, slapping your breasts again, hard enough they blushed pink. You heard Sylus’s sharp intake of breath, but as you glanced over his ruby eye pulsed, and he calmed. You wanted this.
Caleb grabbed your chin roughly, the metal of his fingers unnervingly cold.
“Eyes on me. I don’t want you thinking about anything else but how I make you feel.”
Even heaving from your previous orgasm and shaking with want, you had a bit of fight left in you.
“I wouldn’t be thinking about anything else if you’d just fuck me already,” you bit out. You expected him to slap you again. Maybe shake you. If you were lucky you hoped he’d just finally give in and fuck you. But instead, he just smiled. You blinked once, and your body lifted, weightless, the world turned upside down, and you realized Caleb had flipped you over to your hands and knees. His evol pressed your chest into the mattress, ass up, pinned there like a bitch to be fucked.
“‘M sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t know you were so desperate. Why didn’t you tell me, hm?”
You could feel the slick dripping from your exposed cunt, made worse as Caleb’s hand came down on your ass. You squealed, jerking in his evol’s hold, until the pain melted into mind-numbing pleasure. Caleb chucked.
“You like that, baby? And here I thought it would be a punishment. All that time growing up, I dreamed of how I’d have you. How I’d take you soft and slow, treat you like a princess, give you everything you asked for.”
He leaned in close and you could feel the heat of him at your back.
“But that’s not what you want, is it?” he murmured, "because you’re not an innocent little girl, are you pipsqueak?”
You felt his hand trail down your back, over the curve of your ass, before he dug his thumb deeply into your cunt.
“You’re just a little fucking slut, aren’t you?”
Ashamed, burning with need, wetter than you’d been in your life, all you could do was nod.
“Say it, baby,” he whispered, thumb withdrawing to be replaced by the head of his cock, rubbing gently back and forth, teasing, “Say it. Tell me you’re just my little cockwhore. A little slut just begging to be filled.”
His words sent a hot spike of shame through you, but you weren’t ready to roll over just yet. You met his gaze over your shoulder, defiant. For a moment, he looked ready to kill, but then his face melted back into that unnervingly empty smile.
“You want to push me, baby? See what happens when you tease me after this long?”
Caleb reached over to where his belt lay discarded, looping it around your throat and pulling tight. You jerked in his hold, whimpering as it cut into your throat, dragging you against him like a leash. He held you up like that, your hands scrabbling at the leather, until your breath came in weak pants. Finally, he released you, and you fell back onto the bed like a doll whose strings had been cut. Teary-eyed, you gave in, pressing your ass back into his cock, and whimpering:
“I’m your little cockwhore, Caleb. Your…your slut. I need it. I've waited so long. Please let me be good for you.”
Caleb pushed all the way into you in one, smooth stroke. You were wet enough it slid in easily, but not enough it didn't burn. You moaned and your eyes rolled back as he blanketed you, huffing in your ear.
“So…so good. You feel so good. Just like I imagined. Perfect girl…so good for me.”
In an unexpected kindness, he waited a moment for you to adjust to the stretch, until the tears you hadn’t even noticed you were crying slowed.
In your haze, you felt a second set of hands in your hair and you nuzzled into Sylus’s palm.
“Kitten? You good?”
You blinked and saw Sylus’s eyes intent on yours. A tinge of concern. An ocean of lust. You did your best to nod, and trusted him to understand the rest. You were more than good. You were filled so completely you felt like Caleb had molded himself a new place inside you. Satisfied, Sylus nodded.
Caleb had no such compunctions. As soon as you adjusted, he started to move. His fingers dug into your hips and his broken moan above you just made you gush around his cock further.
“Dreamed of this cunt every night” he whispered in your ear, “dreamed about how you’d scream. How you’d beg. Sweeter than I could have imagined. Did you dream of me too, sweetheart? Did you dream of your gege when you touched yourself at night? Don’t think I couldn’t hear you. Alone in your bed. Whining and squirming just a door away from me. All you had to do was ask…”
He trailed off with a particularly rough thrust. By now you were all but drooling into the covers, eyes crossed, breaths coming in short pants.
“Caleb…Caleb please” you murmured, not even sure what you were begging for anymore.
“Please what?” he asked with mock pity. You could have screamed. Please more, please less, please anything you weren’t sure anymore. Just as long as he kept fucking you.
“Hm, you too fucked out baby? Too fucked out to know what you want? It’s ok. I’ll take care of you. I know what you need.”
You felt your world shift again and you were on your back, staring up at Caleb’s face. Gone was the sweet boy from your childhood. In his place was a dark angel with saccharine violence in his eyes. It lit an answering spark within you, too.
“You…ah…know what I need? Then…mmhp….fuck me harder…please…or is that the best you can do?” you taunted, wondering where this new death wish had come from. Dimly, you heard Sylus’s deep laugh, and out of the corner of his eye you saw him watching intently, stroking his cock leisurely with his eye glowing red.
But above you, Caleb fucking snapped. His evol ripped through you, lifting your hips off the bed to settle in his lap, pinning your arms as far above your head as they could go, arching your spine to push your breasts out lewdly.
“Baby, I’m going to make you regret that,” he laughed, but there was no humor in his eyes. He paused a beat, searching your expression. Finding that spark of a challenge still there, he raised his palm and slapped you across the face.
You let out a startled squeak, then a full-body shiver as your muscles tensed then released into the soft burn.
“Caleb!” you cried out, shocked he’d actually done it.
“What, baby?” he cooed, slapping you across the other cheek, “Too much? Do I look like I care? After you were such a brat? Take it. Take everything I give you.”
When he started fucking you again, there was no more gentleness left in him. He drove into you like a conqueror taking his due, leaving no part of you untouched, no part of you not branded by his hands, his mouth, his words like honeyed poison.
“Caleb, please…I can’t…” you whimpered, tears running down your cheeks. He just groaned, leaning down to bracket you with his bulk, the warmth emanating from him all but burning.
“Keep crying like that, baby. Cry for me as I make you come again.”
He reached down to thumb at your clit, rubbing circles as you convulsed under him. His other hand was deceptively soft as it wiped the tears from your cheeks.
“Come for me, baby. Come on your gege’s cock. Give me everything.”
Your vision whited out and you went limp in his hold, screaming your orgasm as his hips stuttered once, twice, and you felt the warmth of his release inside you.
Slowly, your vision returned, black spots clearing from your eyes and you found yourself softly dropped back onto the bed, Caleb’s form blanketing you as your breathing slowed.
The sound of Sylus clicking his tongue snapped you back.
“Such a rabid puppy. What would the Farspace Fleet think, knowing their Colonel was such a brute.”
Caleb’s voice was muffled from where his head had dropped into the mattress, too exhausted to even move, “shut the fuck up, storm crow.”
Sylus laughed. You just tried to glare at the both of them, but your chest was still heaving, breath still coming short.
“Growl all you want, puppy. A deal’s a deal. It’s my turn.”
Your eyes widened as you remembered - Sylus was going to have you as well. Your body ached as your core throbbed, unsure how much more you could take. But Sylus’s eyes were soft as they swept over your form, taking stock of the bruises on your body before fixing his red eye on you, glowing, pulling the desires from your head like picking ripe berries.
He lifted you gently and re-positioned you until you were cushioned in the center of the bed, staring up at him. You looked around, wondering where Caleb had gone, but his shout answered your question. Sylus’s evol had picked him up as well - far less gently by the looks of it - and deposited him on the couch. He glared daggers at Sylus’s back, the air around him shimmering in warning, but Sylus just smirked.
“A deal’s a deal, hm? You wouldn’t upset her by going back on your word now would you?” His smile was all teeth. Caleb’s mouth set in a firm line, but in the end he did nothing but settle in with a watchful eye. You barely noticed; Sylus was stalking up the bed towards you and you were caught in the heat of his gaze.
“Sweetie, you look like a rabbit caught in a trap. But what sort of rabbit would be so hungry to be caught?”
He trailed his fingers up your sternum, whispering around the swell of your breasts, up until he was cupping your jaw.
“Do you want to be devoured, kitten?”
You arched into his touch almost unconsciously, chasing his warmth. He chuckled, and his fingers were skating back down your body until they were wrapped firmly around your waist. His hands almost met in the middle of your back, you were so small under him.
“Or do you want to devour us?” Sylus chuckled, and you felt his fingers tap at your lips. You opened obediently, and he filled your mouth, just two fingers enough to have you drooling around his knuckles. His other hand was playing with your nipples before dipping down to circle your entrance. Your lips were puffy and swollen already, but you still bucked into his touch, eager for him.
You realized that Sylus was still fully dressed as he unzipped his pants to pull out his throbbing cock. He moved to stand up beside the bed, adjusting your body like a rag doll until your head was hanging over the side. He glanced at you once in question, and you just said one word,
“Please.”
Sylus slid down your through like it had one purpose in life - as a sheath for his cock. This angle aligned your throat and your mouth so he could bottom out with ease and fuck your face in earnest.
“So good for me kitten,” he purred above you, pistoning in and out of your mouth like a man possessed. “So many sweet holes for us to use. So pliant once you’re cock-drunk, aren’t you?”
He reached down to hook two fingers suddenly inside you and you choked around him, drooling down his balls and staining his pants an even darker black. You must look absolutely obscene, but found it difficult to care as Sylus mercilessly drove you towards another orgasm.
“Come for me.” It wasn’t a request; it was a command. The command of someone utterly sure they would be obeyed.
Your orgasm tore through you, almost dislodging his cock, but his hand came down firmly on your neck to hold you there as you drooled. It was only once you’d come down that he released you, moving you with incongruous gentleness back to lying on the bed. Your eyes were completely glazed over by this point, shining and focused only on Sylus as he knelt above you, head cocked, drinking in the sight of you so completely debauched.
“And you complained I was feral with her” you heard Caleb hiss from the couch. You were too fucked out to even look over, entirely focused on Sylus’s cock bobbing lewdly between his thighs, so wet from your throat it was almost embarrassing.
“There’s a difference between power and control, puppy,” Sylus threw over his shoulder. He pulled away and undressed in earnest, unhurried. His eyes never left yours, and he watched your chest rise and fall and your legs squirm with rapt fascination. Finally, he re-joined you on the bed, soothing you with his palm while he ran his cock up through your soaked folds maddeningly slowly, enjoying your little mews and whines.
“Sylus…” you panted, “Sylus just fuck me already,” you groaned. He grinned, a glint of sadistic amusement in his eyes.
“You want my cock? Then beg for it.”
“Please!” You whined. He clicked his tongue.
“Try again, sweetie. I know it’s hard with so little left in that head of yours, but you’re going to have to do better than that.”
“Please Sylus! Please fuck me. Please give me your cock. Please fill me up; come inside me, breed me, whatever you want!”
You screamed as Sylus surged forward, impaling you on his length, scrabbling at his back as he immediately set a punishing pace.
“That’s it, kitten, scream for me,” he panted in your ear, hands everywhere at once until you felt consumed, your entire world narrowing down to the way he felt inside you, around you. He claimed your mouth in a deep kiss before drawing back:
“Show the colonel who you really belong to.”
Your eyes cut over to the couch where Caleb’s knuckles were white, watching you ravaged by someone who wasn’t him, screaming for someone who wasn’t him, begging for another man’s cock. His evol was like a mirage shimmering all around him and there was blood-lust in his eyes.
It was unbelievably hot.
“Please Sylus,” you murmured, “please breed me. Make me yours.”
Caleb lost it.
His evol surged forward towards you, senseless, surrounding Sylus, trying to throw him off of you. But Sylus only laughed, sparing a glance for Caleb before his evol snaked around him in retaliation, binding his eyes and gagging him until he dropped to the floor. Distantly, you realized he was hard again.
“Puppy,” he drawled, “Be glad I’m feeling charitable tonight. I don’t like dogs who forget their place. But I could be convinced to make an exception.”
He bent down again, lips whispering against your ear,
“What do you think, kitten? Do you want to give him mercy? It’s yours to give. Or withhold.”
You watched Caleb pant, still kneeling on the floor, cock still rock-hard, staring at you as though he’d burn the world to touch you.
“I…Caleb. Come here.”
Sylus slowed his pace inside you, giving you a moment to breathe. Caleb came forward as though in a daze, hand already feverishly working his cock. Sylus’s laugh was low as he rose to his knees, pulling your prone body flush against his hips.
“You want to come, Colonel? Then beg her for it.”
And Caleb was too far gone for dignity. He locked eyes with you, hand in your hair, tipping your head back gently, fingers twitching with fraying restraint.
“Please, meimei. Please, please let me come. On your chest, in your mouth, it doesn’t matter. As long as it’s you. Please.”
Your breath caught in your throat, then left in a scream. Sylus’s mercy was at its end. He had begun fucking you again in earnest, using your new position as leverage, holding your waist firm as he took you with bruising force.
Sanity quickly slipping away, you reached out, your hand joining Caleb’s in tandem to work his cock.
“Come for me, Caleb. Please. Come on my face.”
His warmth coated you and he groaned brokenly, collapsing on the bed next to you as Sylus drove you closer and closer to ecstasy. He caught your hand in his, squeezing tightly as his eyes locked on yours.
“Come, baby. Come for me. Let me feel you as I pump you full.”
That was all it took. You cried yourself hoarse as Sylus’s hips stuttered once, twice, and then stilled inside you with a broken moan.
The room was quiet for a long moment except for labored breathing and the rustle of sheets. Sylus lowered himself and went to move off of you, but you whined and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, not ready to lose the feeling of him throbbing inside you just yet. He chuckled fondly, shifting to wrap you up in his embrace instead.
“Puppy, go get us a towel, would you?” he asked, which earned him a glare from Caleb on the bed next to you.
“I’ll fucking kill you, storm crow.”
“Both of you, stop it,” your voice was crackly, but firm. Sylus sighed, and his evol snaked out again, tossing a towel at you from the bathroom.
“...could have gotten it yourself this whole time, and you’re giving me orders?” Caleb’s continued complaining was muffled in the pillows, but clearly satisfaction and exhaustion won out.
Sylus said nothing, focused back on you as he gently cleaned your face - sparing a disparaging look at Caleb as he removed any trace of his cum from your cheeks. When he was satisfied, he leaned in to claim your mouth in a deep, slow kiss. You stayed like that for a while until finally he pulled out of you and lay back with you curled up on his chest. You sighed in contentment, reaching out for Caleb as well, only to frown when you found the bed empty. He was quick to return, though, bringing another towel and a glass of water. He helped you sit up to drink while he cleaned between your legs with gentle hands, finally coming back to lay down next to you and wrap his arm around your shoulders. He and Sylus had a quiet tug of war made entirely of glares and frowning above you before finally reaching a truce. You laid back down with your head on Sylus’s chest and Caleb curled protectively with his head on your breasts.
“Is…is this ok?” you asked, voice suddenly small. As the high wore off, you felt suddenly very small and very vulnerable. Had you pushed too far? Had you lost either of these men you cared about so dearly?
Two sets of hands shushed you. Caleb put a finger under your chin and kissed you long and slow, drawing back to meet your eyes with his violet gaze.
“Everything’s ok, pipsqueek,” he grinned. “I’m not going to pretend this is exactly the reunion I planned for, but you’re here. In my arms. That’s what matters.”
Sylus kissed your pulse point, down your neck.
“Like I said, sharing isn’t really my thing,” he murmured, “but I’m also not going to pretend it isn’t a vision watching you come, even if it is with the puppy. And for once I agree with him - as long as you’re here, in our arms, we can figure out the rest as it comes.”
Nodding sleepily and giving into the delicious ache in every muscle of your being, you let yourself be lulled to sleep.