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Despite being in a death game, the champion of Aeolus was having quite a nice evening.

He’d gone over to Nikos’ about an hour after Cleo and Drift’s duel with the hope that the man’s wine might actually be able to help him sleep more than a couple hours. Truly he hadn’t gotten a good night's sleep the entire time they’d been here, so that was what? A week now? Give or take a couple days. He’d hoped the wine would help take the edge off, slow his anxieties and dull his dreams as it had done in life.

Fortunately, the thunderous champion delivered; he had wine, a whole amphora full of tart, berry tasting red.

Unfortunately, what Nikos did not have was any walls, or a roof, or any semblance of a building in general, and whilst Scott would’ve loved to stay under the beauty of the cosmos, it was very difficult to enjoy his drink and the hulking man before him when he was being shot every five seconds by some bloody skeleton or other such unnatural creature of Hades.

So the two had made the decision to move over to Scott’s, which, whilst not a big space, did have a fully-enclosed downstairs where no monsters could shoot them.

Besides, it’s not like it was a far walk, especially given Scott did not walk at all. The second the plan was agreed to he had used the winds to hop up onto Nikos’ shoulders, sitting daintily as Zeus’ champion carried the amphora in one hand and secured Scott’s legs in the other.

A very nice sight if he did say so himself~

That led to now, where Scott had finally been able to finish his first glass for the evening and Nikos was diligently pouring him another as the two swapped stories from their lives. He shared accounts of masterful plays and mostly-forgotten parties, whilst the other spoke of valiant battles and drinking by campfires. It was just what they both needed to take the edge of the day off.

Scott had been able to tell Nikos was tense since the second blessing, something had marred his beautiful face with a constant scowl even past the arena fight. It took little prying to find out what.

Apo was the one changing people’s bodies.

Well, he’d already known that, he wasn’t just a pretty face after all.

What was important was how upset Nikos had been at the switch. It wasn’t that he didn’t find the petite man attractive (Nikos had been very forthcoming with that point, as well as sprinkling in many more compliments at the white-haired man) but that he felt a violation at being forcibly taken away from a body he was so proud of.

And boy wasn’t that something Scott could relate to.

But that was not the point anymore. That topic of conversation had been forgotten in favour of discussions of a more positive nature.

Aeolus’ champion had been closing off on a story regarding a particularly thrilling party he’d attended hosted by the god Dionysus (Seriously, it put every other story they’d shared tonight to shame) when a knock had sounded at the door. Nikos being closest was the one who rose from his place in a poorly crafted chair to answer, but Scott could see from where he was lounging on the bed who it was.

Abolish stood, straight back and hand on his sword as he was loudly greeted “Other Pretty One! To what do we owe the pleasure?” The sudden loudness of Nikos’ voice served to ebb away at the buzz in Scott’s head somewhat, sobering him slightly so he could engage in conversation.

So he could play the part.

“I need to talk to you about a certain champion.” It was hushed and blunt, Scott could watch in real time as Nikos’ expression fell, once again reminded of earlier in the day.

He just wanted to drink some wine and flirt with his hot neighbour! Was that too much to ask?

Nikos’ gaze fell on Scott, to which the windswept champion gave a nod towards the center of the room, silently inviting both men inside and taking a sip of his wine. Clearly he was going to need it for whatever this conversation was about to divulge back into.

And it certainly went downhill quickly. Had it been a play Scott would say he was rather enjoying himself for it was a truly theatrical scene. But since it was in fact two rather pissed off men trading insults in his abode when all he wanted to do was relax after such a shit week, he was thoroughly not entertained.

There were plans being made to ‘clip the bird’s wings’ as Nikos put it, with Abolish adding tactical insight to the other’s angered ranting. Scott was paying attention… in a way. He was half-listening, he certainly acted like he was listening, adding in the occasional comment or idea, which was always met with praise or at least consideration. The two taller men may have more prowess on the battlefield than Scott, but social intelligence was also a grand skill to have in this morbid popularity contest, and the green-eyed champion would argue he out-competed most of the other twelve when it came to that.

Still, he was most certainly not a main player in this conversation, which was slightly nagging at his brain for how unusual it felt to not be center stage. Then again, if all he had to do here was sit, drink wine, and look pretty he wasn’t exactly going to complain. Especially not when he had such a great view of the two men before him.

He was getting towards the end of his second glass by now, still having the mind to at least pace his drinking, although the urge to just drink until he bled into unconsciousness was becoming a more appealing thought by the second. He was so fucking tired.Then there was a pause in the other’s exchange, a deep sigh curled from Nikos’ mouth.

“That bird is infuriating!” Suddenly the amphora Scott had been reaching for to refill his cup was being moved away by the stronger man, as he himself refilled a glass and drank it all with far less caution than the wind-champion had. Another sigh rattled across the space as shoulders untensed, “There, that is slightly better. Would you like any Pretty One? To quell the anger a little.” Much to his disappointment, the statement was not directed at Scott, but Abolish who had remained leaning against a wall near to the door since his arrival.

“No, thanks. I’ve found more productive ways of catharsis.” Hephaestus’ champion’s grip clenched around the handle of his sword for a moment, an indication of his implications. “I had little time to indulge other things.” Nikos brushed the comments off, turning back to his wine, but a question bubbled in Scott’s head.

Once he was sure he wouldn’t slur any words, he spoke into the thick silence, “Wait, so you’re telling me that, as a gladiator, when you wanted to relax after a fight, you fought more?” His perplexity at that was as genuine as he could allow himself to be.

Sharp eyes fell on him, “Constant training kept me alive.”

Scott didn’t even have time to process the tragedy of such a statement before a thunderous voice was filling the space once more, “Wonderful idea Fiery One! We should duel.”

Well, his mood certainly changed quickly. Probably the wine.

Speaking of, Scott noticed his reaction-time to the sudden shout was slower than usual. A surprise, this wasn’t even strong wine, with his old tolerance he’d be nowhere near tipsy by now.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Nikos.”

“Nonsense, don’t be a coward. You need to let off steam and I am always up for a good fight.” A clap mimicking the sound of thunder shuddered through the room from where Nikos’ hands collided together. “What do you say?”

Scott watched the faintest micro-expressions grace Abolish’s face as the fighter thought over the proposal. “What would the terms be?” Oh, so he was considering it. Scott honestly thought he wouldn’t. He seemed too cautious of a man.

“Not to the death, of course, no weapons or powers, just a good, traditional box.” Nikos’ attention finally fell where it should be as he gestured over to Scott, “The fair-faced one can mediate.”

Scott hummed in approval, before letting his flirtier persona trickle back into the scene, “So, if this is a traditional box, does that mean you’ll be losing the clothes?” Both his eyes and free hand gestured towards the pelts at Nikos’ waist and Abolish’s chiton. The men before him were quite well-built, and he wouldn’t lie to himself and say he wasn’t morbidly curious if that was a consistent theme elsewhere.

Scott was able to note before a billowing of deep laughter filled the room, that Abolish looked far less opposed to the notion than one would expect. But his attention was drawn back to the louder man, who had a wide grin across his face. “Maybe another time, Little Cloud. If you ask nicely of course.”

“Oh I always ask nicely~” He didn’t. Scott was a fucking brat at the best of times, but he liked the way Nikos laughed again at his flirting and how Abolish’s slit pupils grew just that bit smaller.

He liked flirting with both the men before him, especially when they were together, because they were a contrast and that’s what made it fun. He liked flirting with Nikos for a reaction and Abolish for the lack thereof. Enticing Nikos was an easy hit of adrenaline, whereas enticing Abolish was an earned art.

A challenge no matter which one he indulged.

Begrudgingly, he acknowledged that the conversation was once again no longer directed at him. Instead, Nikos had focused his attention back on trying to entice the gladiator into a fight.

“We could have a wager. Make it interesting.”

Once again, Abolish paused in contemplation. “I’m listening.”

“Whoever wins is owed a favour by the other. Whatever they want, with no chance of the other cowarding out.”

Abolish’s hand was outstretched in an instant, “I suppose the Gods would like to see at least one good fight today. Shall we move outside?”

And thus, Scott was dragged back into the dangers of the night he had been attempting to avoid. At least he was able to fill up his cup upon exiting the house.

Now, the three men stood in a relatively-flat, open space in view of Scott’s house. Well, Abolish and Nikos stood, the ‘fair-faced’ one had laid himself across a mossy, flat rock like it was a kliné, wine in hand and the two fighter’s weapons at his feet.

He took a sip of his wine, savouring the taste, sinking into it as he settled into the mask of an umpire. “And~, fight.”

Immediately the two men collided, with Nikos throwing a fist up and Abolish aiming for his side.

Scott knew more about wrestling than he did most sports. Not because he enjoyed the sport nor liked the violence of it but because, well, how was he meant to pass up the opportunity to watch two, well-built guys get sweaty on top of one another, usually naked.

Come now, he wasn’t a prude.

Well, that and he’d done plenty of stage combat before, which required intensive fighting training at times. Honestly, the things he’s learnt for some roles.

It did allow him to figure out quite quickly who held the upper hand here. He could once again compare and contrast the two champions before him.

Abolish was quick and agile, able to dodge or block most of Nikos’ attacks and landing quite a few hard-hitters of his own. However, it was very clear he was used to fighting with a weapon as his stance kept slipping back into one that would balance the weight of a sword or axe. That and, whilst he was very muscular, it did not hold a candle to the brick wall that was Nikos.

Zeus’ champion was built for this kind of fight. He was clearly used to fighting in closer, more unexpected terrain than the wide, sandy floors of a gladiatorial arena. He had a good stance and physical power on his side, each landed strike clearly dealing more of an impact than Abolish’s own.

How Abolish hadn’t noticed such things before agreeing to this was a surprising oversight of the usually overly-calculatory man.

Or maybe he just liked being thrown around by strong men. Scott knows he does.

That being said, it was by no means a short fight. Scott counted to twenty minutes before ultimately giving up, focusing on the dry taste of wine and the fact that Abolish and Nikos had ended up rolling around on the floor, each trying to pin the other down for three seconds to secure victory.

If he was of clearer mind, Scott would be making loud innuendos as they flipped from position to position, but whether it was the wine or the arguably raunchy display before him, he found his thoughts stolen by the wind.

And then, just like that, it was over. Scott counted the seconds as Nikos had Abolish pinned on his front, one arm twisted behind his back and legs pinned down by knees. The pinned man was desperately clawing to try and regain the upperhand, but it was impossible with Nikos’ full weight on top of him.

So Scott called it.

Nikos had won and the two men untangled their limbs to be stood once again opposite each other.

“I suppose congratulations are in order. Well done Nikos.” There was a bitterness underneath Abolish’s tone. Expectedly so, from what little Scott understood of the man’s past it was that he did not lose a fight. Still, he remained cordial enough, mask drawn tight in a way Scott recognised only a fellow performer could achieve.

“Aha victory! You put up a good fight, pretty one. I’m sure your God will be pleased.” There was the boisterous, triumphant voice of Nikos, piercing through the night. Surprising even to himself, the loudness was more a comfort to Scott than a jarring suddenness. Yet he shook that thought away quickly.

Wear the mask. Play the part.

“I’d say that was a very good show.” He was jovial in tone, drawing the attention of the other men for just the briefest second.

“Yes, well, let me know when you’ve decided what you want from me, Nikos. Per the wager of course.”

“Of course! Of course! I have already made a decision, Pretty One.” Abolish’s eyes seemed to sharpen at that, whilst Scott felt his own head cock to the side. He knew Nikos to be a decisive, often impatient man, but to decide so quickly seemed to show he already had an idea in mind, pre-offering the bet.

The thunderous champion was met with silence, both others waiting patiently for his request. Scott could tell from the slight unease of Abolish’s body-language that the fiery man had likely drawn a similar conclusion to Scott about the winner’s intentions.

“I think… a kiss would suffice.” Admittedly, that was not where Scott saw this going. He thought this would be a tactical play, to know Abolish’s abilities or to have him agree never to vote Nikos. But a kiss? That was unexpected.

A real plot-twist one should say.

It shocked even Abolish, who was just standing there dumbly, eyes fixated on a very sharp smirk. Scott could practically hear the cogs turning in his head before he started trying to backtrack in any way possible without seeming too… flustered, was it?

“Oh don’t be boring Pretty One! Just a quick kiss that we never have to speak of again. I’m sure Scott won’t mind.” Both sets of eyes suddenly flashed to him, staring momentarily as Nikos leaned into Abolish’s space, grasping Hephaestus’ champion by the chin and whispering something in the ear furthest from Scott.

He couldn’t hear what was said, but as both men's eyes trailed over him, almost in tandem, it caused a wind to blow shivers up his spine. It did not help when Nikos drew back as Abolish’s body, for once, loosened, the pair turning to face one another again.

“Fine, one kiss. That’s it.”

“Oh you will not regret it, Fiery One.”

Nikos raised his arm to tilt Abolish’s head up just slightly, accounting for the two inch height difference. There was a brief pause, before eyes fluttered shut and lips were locking together.

Scott, should’ve found it hot. There were two very attractive men kissing in front of him, which was historically the start of a very good night for him.

Instead, as the kiss drew longer, and arms started wrapping around waists, hands started gripping onto muscles and mouths started parting slightly, he felt sick. It wasn’t from the wine, even three drinks in he felt sober enough to have a mostly clear head and complete control of his limbs

This was something else.

This was jealousy.

But that couldn’t be right, Scott Antonis Mattheos Pagona Pavlos III did not get jealous. Not outwardly so at least.

He could admit he was attracted to the men before him, but he thought that was all it was. Surface base lust that would leave him when he inevitably left this divine trial. He did not for one second think it went beyond that.

Sure, Nikos and Abolish were good allies who treated him with respect and were kind to him, but that did not mean he had feelings for them. Even if he did, that did not mean his feelings were returned.

This was a death match after all.

His eyes refocused on the kiss that was still happening. Clearly the other two had some form of feelings for each other, if the way they’d infiltrated each other’s space said anything. Maybe that was why their attention never seemed to land on him for long tonight. They were the main characters and he was merely a chorus actor.

No matter.

He still had a part to play after all.

Maybe some more wine would help. At the very least it would weaken the growing envy in his gut or allow him the sweet release of Hypnos.

Yes, wine sounded nice.

He slipped himself from the rock, clouds spiralling up to balance the uneven footing of his landing. Luckily, he was closer to his home than the other two men were, so he wouldn’t have to interrupt their… well, he wouldn’t exactly consider it making out. There was no tongue or sensual groping, more secure holding and lengthy pecks to each other’s lips.

That wasn’t to say it lacked passion, both men were clearly very happy to be there, but it was almost like neither one quite wanted to give up their control, leaving the two in a perpetual state of dancing around the more intense intimacy they both wanted.

He felt wind tussle his clouded hair, blowing a portion into his face that he could now see had specks of grey rainclouds mixed in with his usual white.

His mask must not be on tight enough. He’d have to fix that.

With one more glance towards the stars, Aeolus’ champion turned to start walking up the hill, back to his abode and the sweet relief of wine.

He made it not even three steps before a loud voice was blown his way, “Where are you going Pretty Cloud? I haven’t got my kiss from you yet!”

It took a good few seconds for Scott’s foggy brain to recgonise that Nikos was talking to him, and by the time he had schooled his face (and hair) back into his award-winning self, the hulking man was barely five large paces ahead of him. Abolish had stayed where he was, a noticeable blush on his cheeks even in the pale moonlight.

“Why, for more wine of course. You need wine to watch a show.” Yes, that was good, be flirty and coy. His usual mask slipped back onto him like it was tailor-made for his performance and his alone.

“Mmm, but do you need wine to partake yourself?” The gap between them had closed, so much so that Nikos was able to reach a sizable hand up, cupping from Scott’s cheek far to the back of his skull.

He would’ve sunk into the warmth of calluses and scars had he not been so focused on seeming unbothered. However, that in no way meant he was going to pass up the opportunity to kiss a man as handsome as the one before him. He was used to men only wanting him for the night by now. Really it was an occupational hazard.

“I supposed I could be convinced~” Seemingly before he’d even finished the sentence, Nikos was pulling him up and into a reasonably gentle kiss. He was a fair bit shorter than the man, not massively so, but enough that his heels left the ground slightly to be able to reach.

His empty cup was knocked from his fingers as the thunderous champion pulled him closer by the arm, before settling that very hand on Scott’s waist. He’d had to choke on a whine at how the warmth felt against the cool air of night.

The actor allowed himself to fall, just slightly, into the embrace, pushing his face further into Nikos’ and placing smooth hands on a well-worked chest. The larger man greatly accepted, hoisting Scott further into his grasp and hot skin.

Faintly, he was aware of movement, footsteps which had passed the two of them and were now behind Scott. He figured it was Abolish, moving past the pair in order to retrieve the weaponry he left by the rock.

What he did not expect was for another set of hands, these ones warmer than the last, to cup his hips as another body pressed against his back.

His mouth had opened in a gasp at the presence, which Nikos took as his opportunity to start exploring Scott’s mouth with his tongue. Green eyes fluttered quickly between open and closed at the new found intrusion, as well as the way sharp teeth started nipping at the nape of his neck.

If his legs weren’t shaky from the wine, they definitely were now. Not that it mattered when he was sandwiched between the two men, he doubts he could fall even if his knees gave out completely.

It was constant touches, from the marks being diligently sucked across his shoulders and neck, to the way his mouth was being dominated by the present tongue. He’d drown in it if he let himself.

He couldn’t.

Even as a chip or two formed in his mask, he was still in control of how he acted. No matter how good this felt.

But they needed to breathe eventually.

He’d almost whined when Nikos’ mouth left his, a thin string of spit snapping from between them as brown eyes opened to meet his own with a mischievous shine. “How are you doing, Pretty One?”

Scott chuckled lightly, cocking his head now Abolish’s own wasn’t burying bites into his neck. “Good~. A little confused as to how I ended up here though. Not that I’m complaining~” He made sure to squeeze his hands into the flesh of Nikos’ pecks for added dramatas.

“Do we need a reason to kiss the pretty Nimbus?” Nikos cocked his head in retaliation, thumb stroking underneath Scott’s eye.

“Depends, do you have one?”

“We do, yes.” Abolish’s voice almost made him jump, not expecting the man to speak. Still, the white-haired one made an attempt to face him, even with the grasp currently holding his jaw hostage. “You mentioned in the caves on the first day you tend to get your adrenaline from… less violent means. We are merely here to offer that catharsis.” A featherlight kiss was pressed to the top of his spine, causing a shudder to radiate through him.

“And maybe more should the night go well.” Green eyes darted to Nikos as he spoke, before being drawn back behind him.

“If you want that of course.”

Let’s see, did Scott want to spend the night with the two hottest men in this entire gods-damned fever dream?

Of course he fucking did. He’s Scott.

“I think I can agree to that~”

He felt the pull on the back of his head almost immediately, Nikos’ hand pointing Scott’s face up and towards Abolish as new lips met his this time.

He’d hoped that the kiss had swallowed the small moan he made at the pure heat encapsulating his mouth as Abolish wasted no time diving his tongue in, leaving nicks at his lips. Given, however, how both men before him had chuckled as he made the noise, he’s going to go with the notion that he wasn’t so lucky.

His mask was cracking further, he tried to take a deep breath into the kiss for grounding, but then Nikos’ large hands started roaming his body, from his face to his chest, from his waist to his arse, as Zeus’ champion also started mirroring Abolish’s earlier actions, leaving kisses and hickeys along the front of his collarbone, his mind started to crumble pleasantly.

He didn’t really have time to solely focus on that when Abolish’s own hand moved, grasping onto curls of clouds, sharply pulling Scott’s head at an almost-awkward angle and causing a cut-off keen to vibrate out his chest at the dull ache.

“Ah, so the Pretty One likes it rough. Don’t worry, we can get rougher.” The way Nikos said it, the darker tone edged in want, only caused a hum of agreement to resonate out of Scott’s chest and into the moment. What followed was an ammas of grabbing, pulling, sucking and kissing. Every part of him, arse and up, was being fiddled with by one man or the other.

Abolish was only pushing into him further, taking extra care to pull Scott’s clouds whenever the smaller made a particularly sweet noise. Nikos’ kisses were trailing down, from neck to collar bone, stopping at a clothed chest. Dept fingers quickly moved to fiddle with the broach on his peplos, intentionally taking long enough that Scott could stop it if he wanted to.

He didn’t.

He wanted whatever he was going to be given with his full heart and quickly sobering brain.

And by the gods was that the right decision!

Blue fabric fell away, bunching at his belt, leaving his chest cold and bare for the shortest of moments before a bearded face was back to kissing every area of exposed skin. Down, down, down until he felt a tongue flick quickly over one of his nipples, causing a sharp jolt through him as his back arched both to follow the feeling on his chest and chase the taste of the tongue in his mouth.

Clearly that was the desired reaction as Abolish hummed into their kiss, using his free hand to squeeze the indent of Scott’s hip and waist as Nikos let out a low chuckle, pushing hot air against cool skin before diving back in, abusing the bud between his teeth as the other became clenched between rolling fingers.

Each flick of the tongue, or twiddling of his nipples sent Scott reeling to the point where he’d started effectively grinding forwards and back, trapped between the two main points of pleasure. This had the added bonuses both that he was then pressing himself against Nikos’ quite firm thigh, only eliciting more pleasure and aimed grinding for himself, but also that every time he drew back he was pressing his arse into Abolish’s groin, who was evidently not expecting it the first time as he groaned into their kiss, a sound Scott greedily sought to swallow whole and have reproduced.

All in all, the increase in touching, grinding pleasure only caused all three men to double their efforts.

Undeniably however, Scott did once again need to breathe, unlatching himself with somewhat difficulty from the man behind him, and curling his head so his face pressed comfortably against Abolish’s throat. He took laboured breaths, eyes closed and making a desperate attempt to stop his voice shaking as Nikos continued marking his chest and Abolish switched his efforts back to groping whatever part of Scott was most readily available.

He must’ve muttered something, some form of plea, because Abolish asked him to repeat himself. He didn’t, more so because of ignorance compared to his usual in these situations where he’d ignore requests just to be difficult. He settled on just humming against the gladiator’s throat, effectively nuzzling into it as he still tried to focus on all the sensations he was feeling as well as keeping control of his own actions.

The latter he had to admit he was not performing to his best standards at currently.

“I think-” Nikos’ voice was quieter than usual, slow and tempting as the hand which had been groping the shortest’s arse was dragged across his side and stomach until it carefully cupped Scott’s half-hard erection “-the Pretty Nimbus was asking for more.”

He couldn’t even hum in agreement before a sizable palm began rubbing rough circles into him. Scott’s head flew back, eyes squeezed shut, hand immediately flying up to cover his mouth in any form of attempt to quell the litany of moans and whimpers that came tumbling out with every brush across his tip.

Someone, probably Abolish, whispered something against his clouds but it was lost in his mind to the fizzling of pleasure.

But still, it would be rude not to acknowledge the man when he’d done nothing but make Scott feel divine over the last - however long it had been. So, he cautiously opened his eyes, only to be met with a sight that caused them to immediately snap shut with a whine.

Nikos and Abolish were back to standing at their full heights, towering over the shorter champion. All they were doing was watching him, every other hand had gone still except the one Scott was currently grinding into.

A deep sense of pride swelled in his chest. The part of him that craved attention like the rest of him craved oxygen was delighted to be the center stage once again. To be putting on such a good performance that the world around them froze as he became the only thing that mattered.

After what felt like hours of just lapping up attention and pleasure as if he were a dehydrated dog in the desert, a rough cough filled the space. “Maybe we take this inside now, yes?” As he said it, Nikos’ hand stopped moving, Scott having to clamp his hand down harder to try muffle the displeased whine as his body shook at the removal of his stimulation.

“Yes, that’s probably for the best I’d say. Scott?” Scott doesn’t think he’s ever nodded so fast or hard in his life, it actually made his head pound momentarily. “Words Scott.”

He felt the way his own throat bobbed as he tried to bring moisture back into his dry mouth, giving himself a moment to carefully reconstruct his broken mask. Some pieces appeared to be missing, but that was fine, he could make do. He let his eyes flutter open, staring past eager faces to try and get his words out without them sounding breathy or desperate. “If you insist~”

Nikos seemed to take the answer as it was, stepping barely out of Scott’s space to begin preparing himself for the short walk home. Abolish seemed less convinced, eyebrow arching in a questioning glare. Right, Abolish wasn’t one for dramatic flattery and subtext, he wanted undeniable confirmation.

That’s fine, Scott had plenty of different masks to wear, he could always mix-and-match a few. The windswept champion spun around on the balls of his feet, placing one hand on the gladiator’s upper-arm and the other on the bare part of his chest. He let his voice soak in sincerity, speaking quietly but with earnestness. “Yes, Abolish, I would love to accompany you both to bed.”

For once, the stoic-man smiled, albeit lightly, pressing a kiss just behind Scott’s ear. It was so gentle compared to the man’s sharp teeth, of which he could still feel the bite marks from across his shoulders. It made him shiver, even before the husky whisper of ‘Good’ crossed the shell of his ear.

Much like many moments of the night thus far, he was not given the time to process it before callused hands were spinning him around, hoisting him up as Nikos slotted himself between the Cloudy One’s legs. “Let’s not waste time then.” As he said it, he pointedly clenched his hands, squeezing Scott’s arse quite nicely, as they began making their way back up to the actor’s house, Abolish in tow with his sword and the discarded wine glass.

Now, was it a long walk back to Scott’s house? No, it didn’t even make five minutes, but he was a quickly bored man and having all that attention be given to him and then taking away just as quickly was giving him mild emotional whiplash. So, he entertained himself, and by that he meant taking it upon himself to dutifully kiss and suckle Nikos’ neck whilst giving Abolish what some would consider his ‘fuck-me eyes’ from over Nikos’ shoulder.

Because, dammit he may be really into this but he was still a brat at heart. Besides, the windy champion hadn’t been dicked-down in Gods knows how many decades, so really when you thought about it he deserved to be a little bit needy.

He’d been so good after all~.

His ‘good’ behaviour was rewarded quite swiftly upon their arrival, wherein he was pulled onto the bed, onto Nikos’ lap, his back pressed against a tattooed chest as their lips relocked, slim fingers curling to angle Nikos’ jaw and rough hands starting to trail up his thighs, giving firm squeezes and sensual scratches as they went.

If he was of sound mind, he would’ve remembered that he should probably share a very crucial piece of information with the two other men he was about to bed.

But then Abolish’s frame dipped the mattress and he was surrounded on all sides again, sharpened teeth nipping at the expanse of his unclothed flesh as more hands joined the fray across his lower body, fingers wrapping around his waist to start unhooking his ornate belt.

Then he felt it, the moment Nikos’ hand finally, finally grasped him again, only this time without the barrier of loose fabric. The actor could not help the involuntary, high-pitched whimper that slipped past his lips and into the boisterous man’s mouth. It only worsened as (presumably) a thumb started rubbing along his tip, thick palms messaging the edges of his increasingly hardening dick.

His hips had started bucking shamelessly, despite his best efforts to seem more controlled and not like a completely desperate mess. But between the hand on his cock and the tongue pursuing his mouth, the hand scratching at his back and the teeth sucking dark marks into his neck, he could feel as the mask started slowly dusting, falling away to pleasure he hadn’t known he needed.

Scott was by no means new to such acts. His body count was high enough that even he’d given up trying to remember it, and yet, he could probably count on both hands how many of his lustful endeavours had managed to cause him to forgo the mask completely, causing him to crash into a pleasure that was so real, too real for the actor to truly comprehend.

He could feel it at the back of his head that tonight could be one to add to that short list. He was determined for it not to be.

He would not become the fool on this stage.

Then the attention stopped.

Well it did from Nikos. His mouth stopped crashing against Scott’s own, his hands went still in their exploration. Scott had been so wrapped up in his pleasure and performance he hadn’t noticed the thunderous one’s hand brushing against his wettened hole.

And he was content to keep ignoring the… well it wasn’t an issue and he had no shame in who he was. Really, he just didn’t want to have to go through the list of questions the other men would have, reciting answers he knew better than play lines. So, he did the responsible thing of pushing himself further into Nikos, pressing soft lips against chapped ones, trailing his free hands over toughed skin whilst simultaneously arching his body into the touches and bites still being delivered to him by Abolish.

That was, until Nikos’ hand which had previously been on his thigh, moved out of flowing fabric, presumably to grab one of Abolish’s own wrists and drag it down between Scott’s legs if the way the warmest man’s hand moved almost rushedly from his back to press against his hole.

Then that attention, too, froze.

And stayed frozen.

Welp, guess he’d have to re-secure an old mask.

He drew himself away from the two gentlemen and, with slightly more bitterness than sass, drew their attention to his face rather than to each other’s “I’m not a wounded animal you know. You can talk to me.”

The two had the sense to look sheepish at his statement, pulling their hands back, with Nikos letting out an awkward cough that settled into equally awkward silence. Then the larger man spoke, cautiously, for once thinking over his words before speaking them. “You are… different… Not that that is bad, you are still Pretty One. Just-”

Abolish cut him off, sounding far less confused and more making a statement “You don’t have scars” he said as he ran a thumb across Scott’s unmarred chest. There was an unasked question there that the actor knew all too well.

Do you want to talk about it?

The actor took a deep breath, reciting the story as if he’d recounted it a thousand times. That was because he had. “When my career first started taking off, I mean really taking off, I had enemies, jealous co-stars who weren’t making it as fast as I was. Well, turns out one such co-star went to a witch of some sort, paid her to change me from a man to a woman so I wouldn’t be able to act anymore. Only she did a really shit job and I remained virtually unchanged apart from gaining an extra, mostly useless hole. Makes me fun to bed though~”

The silence that followed was so heavy Abolish could probably use it to sharpen his sword. Scott knew a story like that, said as flippantly as he had, often took a minute to process. So, he laid there, soaking up the warmth of second-hand bodyheat, shuffling himself so he was situated more comfortably in Nikos’ lap and patching the holes in any of his breaking masks.

Then, the silence was broken, carefully, by Nikos, who placed his head on Scott’ shoulder, “But, you are still a boy, no?” Scott nodded, letting out an agreeable hum. Truly, they were taking this better than a lot of other people the smaller male had tried to bed. Key word there being tried. “Excuse the question, Pretty One, you wear more effeminate clothes and I wanted to be sure.”

The noise that escaped the actor’s mouth was a wistful kinda sigh, “I wear a peplos because I look good in it, gender roles be damned.”

The thunderous champion let out a content hum, clearly satisfied as he started leaving little pecks across the shoulder his jaw was resting on. With that, he turned his attention to Abolish, who was looking down at him, a question writing and re-writing itself behind his eyes before he finally just spat it out.

“So, how would you like us to proceed? Is there anything you wish us to avoid or not do?”

The question made the white haired man’s thoughts pause. Very rarely was he explicitly asked what he liked or did not when in these situations. Usually it was a ‘learn as you go’ endeavour, with sparse exceptions of course. He appreciated the consideration that his two… companions? (He’ll go with companions) were giving him.

When he thought on it for a second, mouth pursed, he really couldn’t think of anything outside of ordinary limits that he was opposed to. So he voiced as much, with practiced flirtation leaking back into his voice.

“Take me as you want me~”

There was another pause (he was getting fucking sick of the silence), where his companions traded indecipherable glances. “Are you quite sure Pretty One, it might get a bit much for you if we do not hold back.”

Scott couldn’t help the quiet scoff at such a notion. He knew it was only meant to be kind, but part of him felt condescended too all the same. He did not like being underestimated in such a way. “I’ve slept with demigods and potentially a god, I’m not going to break at the hands of mortal men if that’s what you’re asking.”

Despite his tone, Nikos seemed to find humour in the statement and Abolish seemed almost impressed for some reason.

“Very well then Pretty Nimbus. Although, I should warn you this is a conversation me and the Pretty One have had a couple times by now.”

Oh? Now didn’t that peak the actors' interest. They talked about him, in such a way as to discuss fantasies regarding him. He felt a growing desire quickly return to his gut at the mere thought.

“Oh? Well please do tell~” It felt good, right, to be back as the center of attention, this time for more positive reasons. Indulging in a vice, he felt himself craving more as Nikos bit into his collarbone, leading to a high-pitched keen as the other sucked a cruel bruise into place and Abolish’ sharpened nails dug into the meat of his thighs.

As the one with the free mouth, Abolish offered up a scenario, and clearly one he was excited for given how his fingers dug deeper into flesh, sure to leave pleasant bruises or at least some kind of mark. “Both of us, one hole.” His voice came out husky, leaning forward into Scott’s face, but was carefully controlled.

Admittedly, it was a scenario Scott also quite enjoyed the sound of, feeling his chest flutter and legs clench noticeably at the thought, which was not helped when Nikos took that as his chance to leave another particularly brutal hickey beneath Scott’s ear. A punched out whine permeated the space, divulging into actual words once he’d caught his composure. “That sounds very enticing… I would love too~”

The three took a moment to situate themselves properly, which was really just Scott undressing fully, Abolish dropping his belt to the floor and Nikos pulling the fabric of his peplos out from between the two, hanging it absentmindedly from a hook next to the bed.

Clearly the sight of his nude body was enough to fully reignite the passion within his companions as Nikos immediately pulled his head back by the neck, swallowing his mouth again just in time to muffle the melody of whimpers and whines as Abolish’s hand worked a way up to his entrance, pressing two fingers inside up to the second knuckle. Scott had known he was rather turned on by the situation, but he hadn’t expected Abolish’s finger to slip in with basically no resistance

His hole squeezed automatically at the intrusion, especially when it started to move, poking and prodding at his sensitive walls. He practically choked into his kiss, back arching up, trying in vain to quieten the crude words he wanted to make as Abolish’ fingers grazed against the perfect spot.

There was a heat growing between his thighs, one he instinctively ground into, trying to get Abolish’s fingers as deep as possible. Cruelly, the man kept a careful pattern, thrusting in and out, occasionally curling his fingers in a way that stole the air from his lungs.

However, it became very apparent to him, what with all his grinding forwards and back, that he felt very exposed compared to the other two who were still fully clothed. A petulant whine sounded from him as he pulled back from Nikos’ warm mouth, grasping at the other’s shorts, with a breathy mumble of ‘off’.

He would’ve heard the chuckle Nikos made at that, if not for the burning pleasure at his core from where Abolish was adding another finger, scissoring the three appendages against his walls and spreading him in a way that was just divine.

The noise he made as his head flung back against Nikos’ shoulder would probably be considered overly lude even in a brothel. “Please~... Fuck, Abol-hah~” He couldn’t even finish his sentence, to enraptured with getting as much pleasure as physically possible.

He dared to cast his eyes downwards, only to be met with the most tempting smirk as Abolish’s cat-like eyes scanned every area of him. He was sure he probably looked a little bit unkempt now, cheeks flushed red, hair having changed in parts to match the coral hue of clouds at sunset, as well as how completely abused his torso must look, covered in bruises and bites.

Then he was being lifted, arse supported by one hand as Nikos shifted below him, probably to remove his clothes. He would’ve paid more attention to that, made some kind of comment or something, if it weren’t for the fact that this new-found angle only drove the three fingers deeper into him, hitting a spot that made him see stars, choking off a scream of ecstasy, eyes fluttering shut momentarily as he flung himself back.

Abolish’s smirk, that fucking smirk only grew, “Well, you certainly seem desperate.”

“Shu… shut u-hah-p~”

He was dropped back down, landing on Nikos’ thighs with a less-than-dignified crash. Nikos’ now very bare thighs. Heat spread across Scott’s legs, whether from his arousal or the sharing of newly accessed body heat he couldn’t tell nor did he really care. He couldn’t afford to as lips crashed into his and a hand trailed up to twist sensitive buds on his chest.

One down, one to go.

He reached his hand out, grasping at the one sleeve the gladiator’s garment possessed, tugging on it firmly. Breaking away from the kiss once again to try and coax the final man out of his clothes. “Of-Oh fuck~”

It was the best he could do when the gentle but impactful pressing suddenly became a lot more… just more. It suddenly felt as though Abolish was using his entire arm, biceps and all, to try and fuck Scott to completion with just his fingers.

Yet it was glorious!

He could feel himself getting wetter, sticky liquids gushing out of him to coat his thighs and Abolish’s hand.

Nikos made some comment about feeling left out that Scott only half-digested before he was bucking upwards once more, two of the largest’s fingers joining Abolish’s in his hole. Immediately, his hands snapped upwards to cover his mouth as crude noises escaped him.

It only just resurfaced in his mind that Scott was meant to be in control here, playing a role instead of losing himself to pleasure.

“Ah, ah. Let us hear you Pretty Boy.” Strong wrists wrapped around the actor’s own pulling them down to his stomach, forcing all his lude noises out loud into the space, “See~ much better~”

The only response he had was an undignified whimper as he fought to chase the pleasing stretch that was breaking him so thoroughly.

Scott was starting to be convinced that this was what Elysium felt like, and they hadn’t even gotten to the main act yet!

That thought should have scared him. All he got was an intense thrill, rippling through his body in the form of a shudder and half-formed moan.

A curling of heat and need began pooling in his gut, and with the pace of his companion’s fingers it was quickly growing until he was right on the edge, bearing himself down harshly to try and fuck-out his impending orgasm.

“Please… Gon-gonna… Oh Fu- Please~”

It was the only thing he could get out before he succumbed to the feeling, full body locking up as release crashed into him, drowning him in euphoria. Fluids started gushing from both his hole and tip, making such a mess that he would’ve shuddered at how wet he felt had he the ability.

He was fucked through it harshly, and maybe a bit past what was necessary. Nikos was whispering sweet nothings in his ear, Abolish rubbing gentle circles on his thigh as they both just let him ride out his high before he collapsed forwards, a strong arm wrapping around him to pull him back against an equally strong chest.

He settled there for a moment, eyes closed and humming contently. It felt nice to be held, he doubts he’d be able to remember the last time he was handled with so much care, even if he wasn’t drifting in post-orgasmic haze.

“Scott-” The sound of his name from the man before him draws him back to reality, “-are you alright to continue.”

He should be paying attention to the question, instead his mind latches onto the fact that Abolish is without clothes. Immediately his eyes wandered down, and widened at the sight of his substantial, bobbing cock. It had a good width and was long, longer than most, in a way he could already tell it would definitely hit exactly the right spots. He had to stop himself mewling as Abolish rubbed over his own, flushed pink tip, a bead of pre dripping out that made Scott wanna drool.

“Pretty Nimbus?”

His head turned slowly to look at Nikos, but not the man’s face. His attention was drawn down, and what he saw made his breath hitch and chest spasm. Nikos was bigger. Not so much lengthwise, but he was thick, really fucking thick. If there was ever a time that ‘third leg’ was an appropriate description.

Suddenly, Scott felt he may have actually over-estimated his abilities here. Maybe there was actually a good reason why the other two were being so considerate with him.

He scolded himself internally. The show must go on after all~.

A low rumbling sound started from the chest behind him, which he barely registered was a deep laugh before strong hands grabbed his hips, pulling him back against muscles, his arse now flushed against the well-sized dick.

Right, he’d probably been staring. Well, so much for seeming nonchalant about this.

A warmer, scared hand cupped his cheek, pulling him around to face the fiery champion. He let himself sink into the feeling, eyes half lidded with a muted whimper at the comforting contact.

“Are you good, Scott? We can stop if you’ve had enough.”

Stop? Why would they want to stop? This entire experience so far had been nothing but wonderfully salacious. Was he not being enticing enough?

Was he not performing well enough?

He breathed (he seemed to be doing that a lot tonight) taking deep measured breaths to ground himself back into the part he was playing. But it was working, his mind cleared slightly of its aroused haze, enough for his tone to become cheeky, matching a flirtatious smirk on his face.

“Abolish, if you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to scream.”

After he said it, he wriggled his way out of the grips he was constrained to only a bit, leaning over the side of the bed to grab an oil vial which he pointedly placed in Nikos’ hand once righting himself.

“Ohoh, what’s this? The Pretty One comes prepared I see.” Came a booming voice as golden liquid was poured onto his palms, passing the bottle off to Abolish swiftly.

“Sunflower oil with some lotus petals, really makes the whole experience pop~”

“Hold on-” Abolish’s voice held more emotion than usual, confusion seeping out unwillingly “-we are in a death game and you took the time to make aphrodisiac lube?”

A breathy giggle sounded from the smallest man, both from the question and because he could hear (and somewhat feel) as Nikos started spreading the lube over his length, quiet groans vibrating from his chest into Scott’s back. “Are you going to complain?”

Abolish gave the actor a once over before ultimately deciding he’d ask his questions later, pouring the liquid into his palm, reaching down to also grasp himself, far more silently than the man behind him.

Speaking of, Nikos’ noises were fizzling out quickly, hands reaching up to grasp Scott’s hips in a way that was not unkind but by no means gentle. “Ready Pretty Cloud?”

Scott made no move to object as he was lifted up, hole perfectly aligning with Nikos’ cock. There was a curt moment of pressure as Nikos’ cock tried to push past his rim, but once it did Scott couldn’t stop the porn-worthy moan that emanated from his mouth, eyes fluttering shut and hips hitching downwards. Only the tip was in and he already felt so stretched.

He really was out of practice.

It took a good few minutes before he was properly seated on Nikos’ lap, whispered pleas and whimpers following him on his descent. Then he was being pulled back, the thundering champion sitting them back against the small pile of plush pillows and clouds at the top of his bed.

“There we go, good boy~” Scott’s hips bucked down at the praise, Nikos’ breathy accent making the words feel that much more explicit. “Oh, Pretty Boy enjoys the praise does he?” He was being teased, rationally he knew that, but all rationality went out the window the second Nikos was inside of him.

Then, Abolish’s hands moved from where they’d been rubbing comforting circles upon his hips, pushing the fighter into a kneeling position, looming quite hotly over the other two men.

Scott watched through half-lidded eyes as arms went past him to grasp Nikos’ firm shoulders, a second length pressing against his hole, not enough to enter but noticeable. “You ready?”

Reasonably, he probably should’ve taken a minute for himself, but the idea of more was just too tantalizing to halt even for a second. He didn’t trust opening his mouth, nothing legible would come out of it anyway. Instead, he settled on wrapping his arms loosely around Abolish’s neck, pushing as much effort as he could into an agreeable keen.

It seemed to be enough as a second head pushed past the barrier and into Scott. A silenced cry tearing through him as his back arched and his toes curled, body becoming both soft and rigid as Abolish bottomed out in him much quicker than Nikos had.

His head lolled forwards to rest on a warm bicep, arms going slack around shoulders. His mouth was parted in a muted scream of pleasure as he hung limply between the two men, enraptured by pleasure he hadn’t ever truly known.

He hadn’t been this full, this fucked over, in his fucking life!

And he was loving every second of it as he quickly melted, feeling nothing else except the tight feeling in his core and the way warm bodies were pushing into him. The way he was being stretched so thoroughly he felt like he might split in two.

He choked on a mewl at the thought.

A conversation started happening around him, something he couldn't quite place between all the other feelings. His brain was able to latch onto two things; ‘too much’ and ‘pull out’.

His first thought was no, he didn’t want them to leave, he needed this. Then Abolish’s cock started slowly withdrawing from his hole and the panicked desperation only got louder. He wanted this, he needed this!

Without thinking, his hands reacted, one shooting up quickly, digging into caramel curls whilst the other fell behind him, tangling in brunette waves. Simultaneously, he yanked both back towards him, pulling the two men impossibly deeper as he beared down on them needily.

“Fu-ck… Pl-hungh-ease~”

He didn’t care how he looked or who heard him, didn’t care as every mask he’d ever worn came crashing off the shelf in his mind, shattering onto the floor. His only thoughts were about how he needed more, how he had to chase this pleasure like it was the air he breathed.

The two men surrounding him didn’t move, not in the way he wanted them too. Instead, soft brushes to his hair, gentle rubbings on his thighs and sweet words about how good he was taking them filled the space.

It would’ve been nice, but it wasn’t enough.

They weren’t giving him enough!

So he took matters into his own hands and, rather uncoordinatedly, rolled his hips downwards, letting out a whine as the cocks rubbed against his walls.

He was pretty sure they tried to stop him, warning him to take his time and adjust to the foreign feeling of being this stuffed. But he didn’t want to, and so he wouldn’t. He continued to roll his hips, feeling his hole both loosen and clench with every drag.

Two sets of hands enveloped around him, Abolish’s warm ones grabbing his hips whilst Niko’s arms wrapped around his waist, effectively stilling his movements with a petulant whimper. He opened his eyes half-way. From where he was leaning against Abolish’s arm, he could just about discern absolutely nothing, so he let his eyes flutter closed with a high-pitched whine.

Several words and phrases were formed in his mind, some tumbling out into an incoherent mess. Finally, he was able to get the bare minimum of what he wanted to leave his throat, between hitches and whines. “Pl-ease… Please-ah-move.”

There was a beat where nothing happened, and Scott was about to whimper as his plea went unanswered.

But strong arms pulled him back, so he was laying spread out across Nikos’ chest, a happy mewl falling out of him as arms once again encircled Abolish’s shoulders. He was lifted up by the arse, dicks slipping nearly fully out, causing him to cry quietly at how painfully empty he felt, hole clenching sporadically trying to find something to grab.

His eyes shot open with a punched out gasp, back arching and chest stuttering as he was dropped back down, immediately feeling twice as full as before. He swears he could feel them pressing into his stomach, knocking the wind out of his lungs. His own fluids were increasing inside him, trying to escape past his stretched-out rim.

Then it came again, the drawing out and the punching back in.

Again, and again, and again

Faster, faster, faster.

Every time his back arched impossibly further into the feelings, bearing down as he greedily tried to swallow more, knowing his companions were staring as he completely unraveled.

He felt pathetic.

He was being pathetic.

But he didn’t care, not when it felt so fucking good.

Never in his life or after had he allowed himself to be so pitifully needy.

He lay there, hole clenching as the two men got more confident. Abolish was back to biting at his chest, dangerous teeth grazing unprotected nipples. Nikos was chanting praises in his ear, telling him how pretty he was stretched out and wanting, how much of a good boy he was for them both.

Scott was eating it up out of the palms of their hands.

Pleasure was swirling in his gut once again, this time coiling harsher, harder around him as he got fucked endlessly. He was getting close to finishing, but every time he tried to voice as much, it was just a pathetic mewl or needy whine.

He was about to try another attempt at speaking when something changed, an angle shift or something, but both cocks slammed deliciously against a part of him that was long under-abused.

He was coming in an instant, choking out a gasp, toes and fingers clenching into whatever they could grab, back arching before collapsing back into a muscelled chest. Thick strings of white bursting from his length as fluids gushed quickly out his overused hole.

He went limp, arms falling to his side and thighs quaking, feeling pleasantly buzzy and rather tired. The assault on his body didn’t stop, it slowed momentarily, but given the pace they’d been going at that wasn’t really saying a lot.

Nikos’ beard brushed against his ear, nuzzling into the sensitive skin there, “Good little Nimbus, taking us so well. Letting us use you. Good boy~” The pace was picking back up and Scott couldn’t find it in himself to react in any way. He just lay there taking their grinding, biting, kissing, whatever attention he could get.

He felt like he was floating on a cloud, only more blissful as he succumbed to the exhaustion of his body, letting himself get used as all too soon pleasure started curling back into his gut.

He was there for what felt like hours, just letting his body get lost to the throwes that was overstimulation. At first it felt uncomfortable, he’d started crying pathetically at some point due to just how much he was feeling and how good it all felt, but his body had quickly accepted this foreign feeling, allowing him to relax into rough fucking and harsh hands. He was only drawn out of his sensual leisure when Nikos’ soft words turned into harsh groans and Abolish’s calculated thrusts lost their rhythm.

The two were getting close, and clearly wanted the same for Scott as efforts doubled, someone’s hand wrapping lazily around his cock, giving soft pumps and masterful twists. Each thrust hit perfectly into that sweet spot from early, causing the smallest to writhe in overestimulation, whether it was to chase the feeling he couldn’t tell and it didn’t matter as he was held in place for the other men to enjoy.

Abolish went first, grinding completely into Scott with such fervour he could feel it in his throat, causing it to bob as he tried to let out a pleased whimper as white, hot cum filled him nicely, so hot it almost burned. Abolish fucked him through his orgasm, hitting the end of Scott’s walls each time with precision as Nikos’ laboured thrust became wild to the point they were almost painful. He swears he could feel a bruise or seven forming on the inside of his walls, but that only led to masochistic want as he used the last of his energy to bear down and clench.

Just as Abolish’s orgasm began to taper off, Nikos’ began, hold Scott against his lap as he was further filled. The larger man twitching against his walls, shooting warm ropes into him was his limit, both cocks hitting that spot that made his thoughts stop a final time as the petite man fell limp and rigid.

He wasn’t sure if he made a noise or any desperate attempts to grab something because he couldn’t think anymore. He felt as his own spend scattered itself across his stomach and chest for a third time that evening, drenching his thighs so thoroughly there were trails of fluid down to his knees.

The three of them sat there like that for what could’ve been minutes or hours, Scott didn’t care, he felt so good, so pleasantly tired that nothing else mattered apart from rest.

A scared hand caressed his face, drawing him into reality enough that he could open his eyes, the faint blur of Abolish before him. “I’m going to pull out now, okay.” There was a second for Scott to process that before he felt flaccid skin brush against his overly sensitive walls, causing a cacophony of pathetic squeaks and coos out of the smallest man. He was hushed with hands rubbing his waist, and faint kisses being pressed to his clouds (which were now a dazzling pink).

Liquids started spilling out of him, a mixture of all three’s arousal, which only grew as he was keened at softly, his only preparation as Nikos too started to leave him too. That was met with much more resistance from the actor, not because his hole was resisting but because the thought of going from so full to so empty felt disconcerting.

His meek protests were unaffective, and soon he was clenching around nothing other than quickly spilling liquids, soaking into the sheets below the three and causing a mess across their tangled limbs.

Abolish’s lips planted a sweet kiss on his forehead, too sweet considering the nature of what had just happened. “I’ll be back with a cloth and water, make sure he rests.” And with that, the mattress sprang upwards as Abolish left, grabbing the folded fabric of his chiton and draping it lazily around his waist. Scott figured he probably whined at the loss of warmth and comfort, but between all the growing sensations he was preoccupied.

He tried to rest as Abolish had said, and Nikos was a great help in that, pressing soothing circles to marred skin, kissing drying tear tracks, all whilst continuing to whisper sweet praises against the smaller man’s neck.

And yet he felt restless.

His hole was too stretched not to have anything in it, like a hairband that was so overused it’s elastic no longer returned to its original shape. He felt his legs writhe and stomach clench as he tried to ignore the feeling of being empty so he could settle into the domain of Hypnos.

Clearly, he was not being as discreet in his act as usual, because Nikos’ voice brushed gently (well, what Scott assumed was gentle for the loudest man he’d ever met) against his ear. “What’s wrong Pretty Nimbus?”

Scott turned his head, burying it in soft hair and sturdy shoulders. “Mmm sorry… feels weird being empty.” He spoke so quietly it could barely be considered a whisper, legs still tossing and turning below him.

Nikos made a pensive sound, before one of his hands drew back to Scott’s wet heat, “I could assist.” as he said it, his hand brushed against Scott's swollen tip, only making the windswept champion gasp, which quickly drew into a hum of agreement as he rutted down pleasingly.

It felt so good to be filled again, as three of Nikos’ fingers slipped easily past slack muscles.

Apparently, Scott’s body was not as far gone as he’d thought as he immediately tried to lazily grind down onto the new intrusions.

Gods, he must seem like such a common whore.

But as he reached into his mind for a mask to wear, anything to stop himself being so pathetic, he couldn’t find one. Not when his search was interrupted by a familiar chuckle.

“Impatient aren’t we Pretty One~”

He would’ve denied it, oppose to the idea that he was as needy and pathetic as he knew himself to truly be. Instead, Nikos’ fingers pushed up to meet his grinding, starting a consistent rhythm of deep thrusts and spreading motions that had Scott falling back to being putty in his hands.

It was in no way intense, certainly not compared to what they’d just done, but that’s what was nice about it. He was being taken care of without any dramatas. Just slow, gentle, rhythmic movements.

He heard the door open as Abolish re-entered his dwelling, water was sloshing around somewhere, probably a bucket of some kind. “Nikos-” The gladiator’s tone was displeased, like he was going to start scolding the man he’d just named any second now.

“What? Who am I to deny what our Needy Cloud wants?” Scott whined petulantly against skin at the nickname, only receiving a comforting shush from the man above him. “You could help.”

He didn’t quite catch Abolish’s response as well-worked fingers deliciously snagged on part of his insides, but he heard it as a container of water was placed firmly next to the bed, felt it as the mattress dipped once more between his legs.

He definitely felt it as his length was eagerly swallowed in one by hot, wet flesh, a tongue caressing across the tip.

A throat was swallowing around him, dragging up and down as a skilled tongue ran from base to tip and back again. Each time the cycle started, Scott let out another crude noise or bucked his hips experimentally.

With that new stimulation, Scott lasted barely five minutes before he was caught between stuttering his hips upwards to meet warm lips and sharp teeth or bearing them down to meet rough thrusts and thick fingers. Either way, his final orgasm was much lazier than the previous, no arching or dramatic moans, just rutting hips and shaking thighs.

Then, the stimulation was gone, lips withdrew with a pop after swallowing most of his load and fingers eased out slowly, sticky with fluids.

A wet cloth was drawn across his stomach, just cold enough to elicit a shiver, where his spend was. Someone was scratching his scalp in a way that just lulled him straight into his exhaustion.

He could always rectify his failed performance tomorrow, but for now, between two men who were both so rough yet gentle with him, he finally let Hypnos take him.

Scott woke up from dreamless sleep the next day to an empty bed.

Was he surprised at that? No, not at all. Like he’d said, being wanted one night and discarded the next was an occupational hazard. He was used to it, the dull ache that came from only being loved conditionally.

That pain felt sharper this morning, but he ignored that. He had a game to play after all.

A performance to master, and a crowd to please.

There was a throb of pain that shot down his legs as he flicked them over the side of his bed, sitting up with a groan.

He ignored that too.

He shook his head, inviting his clouds back to their new, voluminous shape, blowing spiralled, white mists out of his eyes. Then he was reaching for where his peplos still hung on the hook, drawing the familiar blue fabric around himself, and pinning it with the broach Nikos had left on his side table.

Good, he looked good. Well, he always looked good but today it was a conscious effort, as he picked his belt off the floor and secured it, pulling out pieces of fabric until the garment draped across him like an enchanting waterfall.

And breathe~

Clear his mind, set the stage.

Nothing happened last night.

It was just another show.

A perfect smile lit up his face, eyes shiny with false enthusiasm as he stood-

-and promptly fell back on his arse.

Fuck! Okay, maybe he couldn’t ignore the ache in his legs.

He tried again, slower this time, wobbling a little as bare feet met wooden floors. His arm was pressed against the wall, balancing himself.

Right. Now just to make it to his chests and he could be off with the day.

He took a step, and was immediately halted in his progress by someone entering his home. Without knocking mind you!

“Scott?” -Oh for Aeolus’ sake!- “What are you doing out of bed?” Of course it was Abolish, one of the two men he wasn’t particularly keen to see right now.

Scott was one of the greatest actors of his age, and yet even he didn’t have a mask ready to cover his utter hurt displeasure at seeing the other man. “I have things to do.”

“No, you need to rest.” A hand was on his arm in an instant, heat seeping into him that he found desperate comfort in only hours prior. But that was all it had been; desperate.

So he shook it away from him, leaning his back against the wall for support and facing the other man with a glare, “You don’t have to do this you know.” Confusion spread evidently across the fighter’s face, his hand once again reaching for Scott only to be batted away again. “Pretend you care about me past one night. I’m used to conditional affection, don’t try act like you saw it as anything more than that.”

The windswept champion tried to walk past the blonde, although without the aid of the wall it was stumbly, lacking his effortless grace. He was walking and that was all he needed. Yes, placing a step even slightly too harshly settles ripples of discomfort or pain through him, but he could ignore that too.

That was, until he misplaced a step and one leg fell out from under him. He expected to be caught by soft clouds or even hard-wood floors. Instead strong arms curled around him, pulling him back up and into a careful hold. Greying clouds were brushed out of his eyes as he was once more face to face with Abolish.

The fiery one’s tone was lower this time, more assertive. “Scott, you can barely walk.”

Oh, well wasn’t he an observant man, no shit he couldn’t walk! He needed to ground himself, he couldn’t get angry. Angry looked good on very few people and Scott was self-aware enough to know he was not one of them.

He focused on the most grounding thing he had, which was begrudgingly Abolish’s warm, muscular skin, and watched the streaks in his hair fade from dark grey to pale silver.

Once he was sure his tone wouldn’t shake with anger (or he wouldn’t hit the man before him), he allowed himself to speak, bitter and cold. “Just because I’m sure you and Nikos won’t vote me into the arena doesn’t mean others won’t. Me being injured paints a target on my back. Easy pickings. You should understand that.”

Now that he was actually watching Abolish’s face, Scott noticed there was actual emotion in it for once. It almost seemed like he, no that wasn’t right…

Abolish… cared?

“Nikos and I are handling that.”

“Mhmm, sure you are. Having me lose a life now puts you in a better position of winning, don’t think I don’t know that.” For as pretty and whimsical as Scott was, he wasn’t an idiot, far from it. He was well versed in academia, that included reading books on wars. Hades, he’d acted out many a war in his time on stage. He knew what actions one must take when going to battle.

He may not be a fighter, but he could damn well act like it.

Abolish pointedly chose to ignore his cruel sass, focusing on delivering facts. “Nikos is out directing people’s attention away from you to minimise the likelihood they vote for you in coming days. I was just with Shelby.”

Scott’s head cocked to the side, “Shelby?”

“Her Goddess is that of fate. I went over to pray with her that you are in Tyche’s favour for the next battle.”

It was a sweet gesture, one he did not expect from either of the warring men he had bedded. He didn’t believe it either. In theatre everyone is wearing a mask, you can trust no one to be true to themselves, let alone others.

He needed an explanation, an understanding of their motives.

“Why?”

“Because, Pretty One-” Scott jumped at the sudden voice behind him, a jolt of pain trailing through him, eliciting a hiss as he turned to face the doorway, “We have a proposition for you.”

Well that certainly sounded interesting.

“But first, I bring breakfast. Do sit.”

Abolish led him back to his bed, where he was settled down and handed a bag of sweetberries and bread. He took a bite out of the loaf, finding the center still warm from fresh baking. He eagerly soaked in the feeling, gesturing for the other men to elaborate.

“We have a far better chance at getting our wish if our odds go from one in twelve to three in twelve.” Abolish’s face schooled back into professionalism as he started to speak, “We all agree to vote for the same thing, we all get what we want.”

“And what is it that you want?” He hummed between a mouthful of berries, feeling his energy return and his charming nature naturally resurface.

“We could have this.” Nikos responded, throwing his hands into the air. “The three of us, together. If we wish for us all to have free roam of the underworld, we could spend time together and also find our previous loved ones. Without the wait of the shores”

Scott’s eyes flicked between the two men.

As he said, everyone in theatre wore masks like his own, but he’d learnt how to read past those. It made it much much easier to read the feelings of those whose occupation was not to lie convincingly.

There was not an ounce of dishonesty on either’s faces. He could see it in their eyes, the way Abolish’s shoulders were uncharacteristically loose, how Nikos spoke carefully as opposed to his usual boisterous theatrics.

And as he examined them, he examined himself as well.

It shocked him to realise he wasn’t wearing a mask either, that he hadn’t even put one on yet. Worst of all, he didn’t mind being bare-face in front of the two men. For once, it felt more natural to be himself than to play a part.

And that was a luxury the actor hadn’t felt in years.

He made a quiet, thoughtful noise as he swallowed, teeth soaked red with berries.

He allowed charisma to fill his voice, not because he felt he had to, but because he wanted to.

“Well then, I suppose we have a deal~”