#chapter04 ── 「 🏍 」 ── reprieve

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vacay starter for: @secretofpandora location: maguayan beach - bonfire

"Mind if I light that for ya?" Nero politely offers the man beside him. Carried with him were a few supplies to make s'mores. The packet of marshmallows being the most obvious of the items he had carried along with him. "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything. You seemed pretty deep in thought." He comments, curiosity shown from his tone and lifted brow. Sitting besides the other man after lighting the bonfire in front of them, Nero watched the embers dance in the wind. "You want a s'more? Brought stuff to make them with." He chuckles awkwardly, sitting next to the other man as he began to dig through his bag of goodies for s'more making and s'more eating.

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If there was any doubt that Nero was resistant to the Scottish man's charms, let them be squashed here and now. Staring at the other man's bright blue eyes, mere inches from his own wide, dark and drowning brown eyes, Nero moans were cut off by each of the men's thrusts into his welcoming hole. The fullness of the two cocks inside sent waves of euphoria across the fortitude agent's body. The waves only renewed in intensity each time a pair of hips met with Nero's. And then he hears those addicting words leave Alistair's lips. "Fuck.." Nero whimpers from his bloodied lips as his hole squeezes around the pair of the two men's cocks. It was all the fortitude agent wanted to be in that moment. A good pet. His good pet. Anything Nero was capable of doing to keep that title, he would do. All Alistair had to do was name. The fact that it got his own cock stiff, throbbing, and covered in his arousal was just a bonus. Lapping his bloodied lip, Nero presses a kiss onto the devilishly handsome man's cheek, a messy outline of his bottom lip left on Alistair's cheek in blood. It looked prominent in the pale restroom lighting, ran itself across the envy agent's cheek as Nero watches it mix with the sweat on Alistair's perfect skin.

"So good…" His face twisted in an expression between pain and pleasure, appropriate to how the two men inside him managed to bottom him out with each of their respective thrusts. And yet, Nero couldn't get enough. Repositioning themselves as the two men continued to drown the fortitude agent with overstimulation, Nero's hands glide across Alistair's neck, resting themselves on top of Smoke's sturdy looking collar bones. His fingertips trailing across the faint light of the collars on both agent's necks. A tempting thought begins in Nero's mind as he continued to trace along the latch that could easily release if Nero played with it for just a second. If only his mind was focused enough in the tech in front of him and not on the equipment currently turning his brain into a pleasure obsessed goner (certainly not any other word with those combination of letters). How truly fucked would Nero be? How many orgasms would have oozed from the fortitude agent's cock with both men at their fullest? He groans, loud and desperate, the feeling of his aching cock waiting to shoot his load fighting the desire to last for the dominant man watching him. He wanted to prove he could go the distance. He wanted to be his good pet.

Nero's eyes shut themselves, his mouth release a hiss as he feels Alistair tongue run across his body. The wet and rough texture of the envy agent's body felt unbelievable. His cock throbbing at each swipe from Smoke's tongue. He swallows dryly before feeling the pride agent's mouth along his neck, earning another loud groan, his cock's twitching mirroring the ones coming from Prometheus' cock. The hand holding the back of the pride agent's head pressing Lars' lips closer to neck, keeping him on his pulse while his free hand dug his nails into Alistair's back as he felt his skin lift in goosebumps with each heated breath joining Smoke's tongue as they touched Nero's glistening sweaty skin. He couldn't get enough of the two men. He'd often felt guilty in his unintentional fetish for the vice agents of Pandora. Never holding much value in his ties with fellow virtue agents, it made Nero feel selfish. Out of place as he'd often imagined himself in the throws of the vice agents and the pleasure he'd gain from their enhanced bodies. Perhaps it was his time to be selfish? In committing himself to his desires to surrender himself to the whims of the pride and envy agent. In taking them to their fullest.

"No--! No, please! D-Don't stop!" Nero all but screams, his breath short shallow sobs, desperate to prolong the feeling of ecstasy across the fortitude agent's own meaty body. He brings them both closer together. His hole continues squeezing both of their cocks as each of their combined thrusts brushes his sweet spot without fail. "Not yet, p-please! Not yet..."

Neither one of them could tell what was hotter. If the situation itself considering both of them had their cocks buried balls deep inside the Fortitude agent, if the fact that Nero’s moans seemed to rattle them to their core – or even the entirety of the scenario played before their eyes. At least, Lars was most definitely impressed and that wasn’t an easy feat to achieve. He loved to tease. To give someone a blowjob or even get one, go get a more hands-on approach with someone on their first meeting… but never actual sex. To him, it was a matter of pride. If the person he was with returned for more, then that meant that he was worthy of his attention. But this? It was not the first threesome he was involved in, and it would definitely not be the last. But he was impressed. Nero’s heated body pressed against his chest as he aided Smoke in keeping the man up, his shallow breathing alongside his moans and clenching motions. It was taking everything in his power to follow the directives given by Alistair, when all he wanted was to ask if Nero was good and then proceed to drill him the same way he would drill through steel: without remorse, hesitation or even concern.

”Good pet.” Alistair was admiring the view. Charon was a fucking mess already, his body folded in half between the two of them and taking both their cocks like he had been born to do it. To be split open, ripped apart, unmade and put back together over and over again. Prometheus was holding himself back, obviously. He could tell that much. Was it because he was playing second fiddle in this threesome or he was conserving his energy since their bands nullified their powers so far away from the resort? Whatever the reason – Alistair could not care a single bit. They both knew what needed to be done. To make Nero sweat more, scream more, beg more. To fuck him in ways that would make him lose all grip in reality altogether so that once he came back from his climax, the only thing he would be able to think was how good this was.

And all because of him.

With a grin, Smoke leaned over Nero’s body, his tongue dancing against his tanned, burning skin. He licked away a portion of the thin layer of sweat covering his prized pet close to his collarbone while Prometheus were pressing his lips to the opposite side of the neck – nibbling, licking and kissing the rapid beating pulse point there. And then Smoke rammed himself so damn hard that he could feel Prometheus’ body shifting, a foot being placed behind the other for support. “Don’ go fallin’ now.” And as he slowly, methodically began to pull back – it was his turn to lean against the sink under the powerful impact of Prometheus’ thrust. So hard and vicious that he felt it to his core. Was Nero being ripped apart right at the seams because both of them were competing to see who would make him scream louder? If yes… well, maybe the Pride agent was more fun than he thought.

”I got you.” Prometheus’ lips danced and worshiped Nero’s earlobe, teeth nibbling the upper area as he felt his cock throb inside that strangling hole. Neither he nor Smoke seemed to have an interest in keeping things kind. On putting Nero’s well-being and safety first. Well – he normally would but there was something gnawing on the back of his mind. Was this some competition between him and Alistair to see who would make Charon scream the loudest? He viewed Nero as an equal partner. Someone who needed to be pleased just as much as he was. A give-and-take symbiotic relationship. At least, that’s how Lars viewed his sexual encounters. But Smoke? The way he was thrusting one more, the way he was bluntly displaying his dominance and proprietorship over Nero. “I don’t think he will last much.” Not just the promise of an impending orgasm but Lars was sure that having both him and Alistair inside him would definitely take its toll sooner or later. And he really hated breaking pretty toys. “I have an idea.” Prometheus’ rolled his hips a bit, flexing his knees just enough to give him the right angle he was searching for. “We aim for the hot spot?” Wasn’t that Smoke’s goal? Make Nero come without control? To see which one of them would fill him first? And their minds seemed aligned for that moment since both of them thrust themselves into Nero at the exact same time – wanting nothing more than to hit that soft bundle of nerves that would, without a doubt – make Nero howl in pleasure.

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"Like you're not enjoying being the lead." Nero murmurs against their lips. Taking the younger agent's lead rather well, Nero returns the kisses. His restraint in sloppily taking Max's lips into his own probably serving for the better. The older man's hips push themselves harder into Flux's hips, the playful grabbing of the fortitude agent's ass cheeks earning a low growl to come through. Nero had always known he might have had a particular problem with self control when it came to the vice half of Pandora. The lengths to which this problem effected him, Nero didn't know the specifics. Apparently, there was no known height requirement for sharing the fortitude agent's bed.

"A prodigy in what, I wonder?" Nero hums, his hands returning the younger agent's generosity. As they pulled Max closer to him, Nero's hands traveled further down across the fellow agent's torso. Slipping under Max's shirt, Nero's rough fingers glide through his slimmer physique, exploring Max's body as he presents what he's learn of Max's instruction.

"What a pain in the ass I have to teach some old man how to make out. Mm fine I guess." Max rolled his eyes but laughed all the same as he accepted the kisses from the other, the weight of the older man laying on top of him like that was certainly not a bad sensation at all. Hands ran down Nero's back, over his shoulders, along his spine to grasp at his ass, giving it hard squeeze as he opened his mouth, his tongue seeking the prove the other's mouth.

He would lead by example, his kissing was passionate but also what he would consider elegant, refined. Restrained it wasn't all just lashing tongue and the clash of teeth, he took his time to enjoy the moment. Pulling back he tugged on Nero's bottom lip playfully nipping at it.

"You know you're old enough to be my dad. How embarrassing you need lessons from me. But maybe I am just a prodigy."

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Seeing the flicker of mischief within the pair of pale blue eyes, Nero could sense the gears turning in Alistair's head as whimpered out those two words. His hands move down to cup Alistair's face into his palms. His thumbs brushed themselves across the other man's cheeks as the pulsing heat surrounding both men's cocks adjusted to their combined size within his confined insides. His breathing was shallow as Nero attempted to relax, to welcome both men in his hole and milk them for what they were worth. They were both powerful agents in their own right, Nero had no doubt about that. Feeling them both now, resting inside his velvety heat, Nero felt their power in their own way. Lars in his length and restraint, Alistair in his thickness and absolute control of them both. He was almost too hot and the promise of being his too alluring. Nero was surprised he had yet to come, a product of wanting to impress both agents, he's sure. Something Nero was sure was something Alistair enjoyed touching more so than him. Always another inch Alistair wanted to push and by god Nero would let him have it.

There's a small moan joining Lars' quiet reprieve as Nero feels the pride agent's forehead against his bare skin. Watching the three of them in the mirror, Nero couldn't help but think they made quite the trio. A tightly wound amalgam of the three agents, the heat palpable from the outside as Nero had felt as he surrounded them on the inside. In the mirror, Alistair's domineering stature stood tall above them. Even with his lips joined together in a kiss, Alistair looked like he was in charge. With his back rising and looked to only seem bigger with each pant the envy agent took. Lars could be peeked from behind his shoulder, the dirty blond hair softly scratching at his shoulder, rising and falling with Nero's shallow breaths. The pride agent's bated breath being felt cascading across the section of spine. A hand reaches behind the pride agent's head, nails grazing against the short dirty blond hair as Nero presses him closer to his face. Not exactly letting him join in his kiss with Alistair, but making sure Lars knew he was apart of them in this moment.

Nero hadn't meant to wince as he felt teeth sinking down on his bottom lip. His hands fought the urge to push back as the metallic taste of blood filled the fortitude agent's mouth and the instant soreness pulsed from the wound. Instead, Nero chased his lips back to Alistair, needing a remedy to the burning sensation of his bitten lips and Smoke's lips would be the only thing to provide that relief. Kissing him once last time, Nero found himself drooling as their kiss was separated. His blood trailing down, covering the fortitude agent's nice plush bottom lip, glistening in the pale florescent light of the restroom. He stares up at Alistair's eyes, following their movements watching him in anticipation, preparing himself for whatever the other man needed. Unintentionally squeezing around both men as he hears Alistair speak, Nero nods eagerly, swallowing his blood mixed drool as he felt the two men push their hips in tandem. "Yessir.." Nero whispers across his bleeding lips, attempting to chase Alistair's lips for more. "Anything for you sir…"

Nero's breath hitches as he began to feel Lars move inside of him. The additional kiss against his shoulder earned another soft moan as he felt one of the thick cocks move inside of him, slowly beginning the journey of piston fucking the fortitude agent. Trying to nudge Lars' face with his own, Nero tries kissing the pride agent, only managing a soft kiss on top of his head. A weak "Thank you…" exits his lips as the next sounds to come out of Nero's mouth are timed with each slow thrust from Prometheus' hips. "Ah, fuck~!" Nero couldn't help but yelp as the pace of their fucking abruptly quickened with the thrusts belonging to Alistair. He should be distraught, in pain, but Nero couldn't help his moan interrupted laughs. The excitement and pleasure overtaking the pain from the roughness. "Th- Thank you!" He moans out, feeling each heavy and hard fuck slamming against his velvety walls, pushing Lars' length against his sensitive hole as a result. His arm wraps around Alistair's neck once more as the envy agent's hips drilled into him. Nero brings his face to rest against the agent's neck, moans against his collar bone as each thrust brings the fortitude agent closer to the edge. "Please.. I need more… Please, sir.."

Please… Move… The pleading wasn’t going unnoticed. Smoke was grinning, almost predatorily so, at how amazing the sound of his little kitten was when craved for more. Yes, he could share Nero with Lars. A nice little reward for him being such a good boy. Not to mention that it was the perfect way to ensure that Charon would remain addicted to him, despite having someone else fuck him at the same time. The goal was simple: other than pleasure, Alistair truly wanted to shatter any and all illusions that Nero would have that he would ever have as much pleasure with someone else as he did with him. Smoke didn’t care if Nero was bent over by someone or bred like the filthy little slut he was. He could be painted white and be used as everyone’s cum dumpster for all he cared – as long as he came crawling to him. As long as Nero would be fully aware – without question – that the one man who could please him the way he wanted and deserved was him. Not Lars, not whoever Nero had set his sights on. He was it for him. The best fucking dick in the whole of Atlantis, no matter how many cocks he would take.

”Jesus fuck.” Lars closed his eyes and held on tight to both Charon and Smoke, resting his forehead against Nero’s shoulder as he allowed himself to feel. To feel not just his aching cock throbbing inside the other man, but also feel Smoke pulsing right there next to him. Every little clench coming from the Fortitude agent was bound to make him go crazy – but as much as he wanted to just take them both to Pound Town, Prometheus never wanted to break a potential toy on the first go. Give Nero time to adjust. Give his greedy hole time to fully feel both of them inside him. Make him wonder which one of them would move first and start giving him what he craved the most. “He’s so tight…” With a half-chuckle, Lars leans over Nero’s shoulder to kiss him on the cheek before Alistair’s lips are upon him. Kissing him in a way that made his legs buckle, kissing him in a way that made him want to lose his breath in the process. “If I didn’t have this band on my wrist…” But that only meant that they could do this all over again back at the resort. And he wouldn’t even become exhausted from all this physical activity.

”Now…” Alistair was the one breaking the kiss. His eyes on Nero and Lars with the intensity of a predator ready to pounce. “We takin’ turns.” It was an obvious and clear message to both Nero and Lars of whom was calling the shots. “Ye’ pull, ah thrust.” His hands squeezed Nero’s waist, his own hips giving a little wiggle to stretch the other man a little bit more in tandem with Prometheus’ cock. “Ah pull, ye’ thrust.” Rather than having both of them fucking the ever living shit out of Nero – it was definitely way more entertaining to see who would make his pet scream louder. “First one to come, loses.” An obvious challenge to Lars and something for Nero to look forward to – having his pretty little ass dripping with their combined seed. “As fur ye’, pet…” Smoke leaned in – lips clashing against Nero’s in a fit of possession, greed, envy, lust… A kiss so intense that he went the extra length to bite onto the Fortitude agent’s bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. “No wastin’. If it spills,ye’ hae to lick it clean, yeah? Good sluts ne’er let a prize go tae shite.”

All Lars needed was a nod. Whatever Smoke and Charon had going on, it wasn’t all that much different from others around Atlantis. And sex was sex. It was meant to be enjoyable and pleasurable for all parts involved – so if being a cum dumpster was Nero’s kink… who was he do deny him that? Alistair nodded and he moved. His hips rocked forward slow – pushing as deep as he could go inside Charon while kissing the Fortitude’s agent shoulder in the process. “Just relax.” God – that fucking asshole was strangling his cock in the best way possible and he wasn’t even going to mention how hard he and Smoke were. And he pulled back before feeling Smoke ram himself hard – deep – into the agent, feeling the strength behind his thrust all the way down to his toes. And when Alistair pulled back…? It was his turn again. A little bit more eager, a little bit more forceful. His kisses on Nero’s shoulder persisted, his gaze on their reflection on the mirror. “You good? It’s not too much, is it?”

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It always amazed Nero how other people looked like naked, not that the gear they wore would often leave little to the Fortitude agent's imagination when picturing them in his mind's eye. Alistair's body was just as he imagined it, lean and muscly. If he didn't know any better, Nero would say he'd flex for him whenever Alistair got the chance. But from this view, from beside the bathroom mirrors watching as the envy agent stalked towards him and positioned himself behind his ass, Nero didn't know better. Only wanted to know pleasure, only wanted to know Smoke. Prometheus looked amazing naked as well, the thick musculature of this adonis and how it moved and bulked from under the sweaty skin. The full pecs and the ample ass on this man were mouthwatering as Nero already recalled the damage they could do on just his throat. Both of them looked irresistible to Nero and he wouldn't get in the way of their choice of how they would please him.

Nero's large brown doe eyes looked between the two men as Nero returns Alistair's kiss. The same hunger, the same desire and heat over taking him, yet his gaze felt soft. Pleading. As his eyes fell on the naked Prometheus, Nero's eyes begged for him to join them, to join their kiss to join in touching him. Perhaps with the restroom to themselves, the three could truly devour each other, taste the sweat and excitement on each other's skin without and prying eyes or peering judgement of others. Kissing Alistair deep and lingering, Nero softly closed his eyes, his tongue leading itself into Smoke's mouth, tasting the man capable of making him beg for less.

Nero's back arched slightly as he felt Alistair closer to him, biting back moans as he felt the other man's calculating fingers on his nipples. Nearly mewling as he felt Alistair roll them, Nero grabs at the sinks under him, careful not to slip or lose balance. His chest pushed themselves back into the pleasure pain of Alistair's touch. He tried to keep his eyes stayed on the pride agent, on Lars, trying to play off the other man's touches even though they felt so great. He could feel the sweat form his chest trickling down as his legs were brought up to rest on top of Alistair's shoulders.

As the two men discussed on who's cock was going where, Nero continued to kiss along the envy agent's jawline. Humming as he continued to press his beard across Alistair's neck, missing that bit of contact with the other agent. It felt rather intimate, but with Lars there… Nero felt he should get to see how the two were like, how firm they were in their affections. His curiosity also piqued with Alistair. Having him share the fortitude agent like this, Nero questioned how much he could get away with Lars present. Testing the waters with kisses, Nero decides to push the envelop and laps a tongue across the band of muscle across Alistair's neck. His mouth wrapping itself around the pulse of Smoke's neck, latching on and giving him tiny nips across the thin and sensitive skin.

Following the envy agent's direction, Nero wraps his arms around Alistair, bringing the fellow agent closer for a kiss once more before feeling Smoke's cock plunge into him. Nero moans into their kiss, heavy breath cascading across them as he feels the snugness of Alistair's cock deep within him along with the agent's nails digging into his hips. Nero's nails did some digging of their own, scratching along the width of Alistair's back, pulling Smoke closer to him any way he could. Any way for Nero to feel Alistair in the deepest parts of his snug hole.

"God, you're so big…" Feeling the heat across his back Nero, traveling up to the blush on Charon's face, the fortitude agent waited in anticipation for Lars to join. His hole, seemingly taking Smoke's cock with plenty of ease could feel itself craving more as he felt the heat of Lars' body behind him. The length of meat Nero could feel resting across the crevice of his ass did little to slow the fortitude agent's desire to want to be fuck by them both, and apparently neither did the already thick enough length currently making a home for itself in Nero's guts. Moaning against Alistair's neck, Nero fought through the strain of the two cocks entering him, of the pair of mouths nipping and kissing at his body, all to chase the relief he'd feel once his body acclimated to the two men and their snug fit inside of himself.

"So full…" He coos against the possessive kisses and gnashing of teeth against his own as Nero attempts to return the men's kisses, needing to pour the overwhelming sensation of both men inside him, fill their mouths with the voracity that took his entrance. "Please… Move…" He begs, swallowing a quiet sob as his arms wrapped themselves tighter around Alistair's neck, waiting, hoping the envy agent would give him what he desired, give him the pleasure Charon had pleaded for.

He had trained Nero well. Alistair could even say that he was proud of him, watching with that trademark spark of malice in his eye, as Nero kissed Prometheus in front of him like his life was depending on it. And his suggestion? Stuff or double stuff? There was no doubt in Smoke’s mind that either spitroasting Nero or double down on the same hole would be a thing to behold. And the way he was pretty much using the sinks to support himself? Wanting to seek the best possible angle to get the two of them at the same time? That little kitten deserved all the praise, considering how quick he was to make an assessment of what he wanted, or how he wanted things. It was actually entertaining to see him have some degree of choice when it came to how he would get fucked. When it was just the two of them, Smoke would do whatever the fuck he wanted and Charon would be pleased regardless because he would get fucked an inch of his life. It was all about the endgame, right? That desirable climax that would set the world ablaze?

”Both options sound good.” Prometheus’ gaze was locked with Nero’s naked form. On how his muscles tensed, on the thin layer of sweat covering his tanned skin, on how bloody hard he was for the two of them. And out of the three, he was the only one still partially dressed. “I should…” Lars began to unbuckle his pants, trying to get rid of them on a record time as he watched Alistair approach Nero in order to lean in and kiss the other man fully on the lips. One of those blink and you miss it kisses. Heavy and heated – with enough tongue to make him wet his lips and teeth capturing the bottom lip out of a sense of possession and need. But soon, he was as naked as Nero and Alistair – kicking his pants and underwear to a corner of the bathroom as he slowly jerked himself off, wanting nothing more than every inch of his cock to be in full display for the two men. Normally, something like this could go until someone ( other than him ) mentioned being sore and tired. But since they were away from the resort, those silly little bands nullified his power, which in turn meant that he could get awfully tired that night. At least… until they returned to the resort where he would feel as good as new.

”Which one dae ye’ want?” Smoke lingered close to Nero, one hand travelling down the other man’s body but not before pinching his nipples hard, nails raking his skin as his touch went all the way down to that gorgeous, prideful cock pulsing between his legs. “He doesn’ care, so th’ choice is yers or ah will dae it.” His hand closed around the head of Nero’s cock, pumping him slowly and deliberately as he waited for Prometheus to decide. Would be want to fuck Nero’s mouth again? Bury himself balls deep? “I think you should pick.” Lars did want to fuck the Fortitude agent right away but he also wanted to see what the fuss was all about between Charon and Smoke. Was the Envy agent as good as he claimed or…?

”Trust me.” Alistair was the first to approach. The first to lean over Nero’s naked form in order to kiss him fully on the lips, distracting him enough to rest those muscled legs on his shoulders – so that he could have the best angle to push himself into his kitten. First, just the tip. Just the aching head of his cock pushing past that muscled wall, ever so tight and eager. He looked at Prometheus through the corner of his eye. Standing there. Touching himself as he watched another inch disappear within Nero whose feet were now in the air. “Wrap yer’ arms around me neck.” Whispered words as Smoke secured a firm embrace around Nero’s waist, waiting for the other man to wrap his arms around his neck so that he could fully stand up carrying the Fortitude agent – and forcing him to sink deeper into his cock. “That’s mah boy.” Thank fuck the sinks were close. Alistair leaned against one for support, making Nero face their own reflection in the mirror. Each movement performed, from the faintest breath to the occasional step – forcing Smoke’s meat deeper into Nero. “Yer’ turn.” Blue eyes turned to Lars. Arms flexing around Nero’s waist to keep him there. With his legs on his shoulders, folded almost as perfectly as a beach chair. “Think ye’ can fit?”

Prometheus didn’t know what he was expecting… but this? This he liked. He ran a hand over his hair as he watched Alistair stand with Nero on his arms, showing off his strength in the process as well as a nice view of the other man’s cock being swallowed whole by the Fortitude agent. Without thinking, he approached the duo, pressing his chest against Nero’s back, kissing the back of his neck as gently as he could. “Tell me if it’s too much?” Smoke may not really care – but Lars did value the pleasure of his partners before his own. Between kisses and nibbles against the sweat kissed skin, Lars guided himself to the already occupied hole. “Fucking Christ.” To push inside was already a Herculean task – with Smoke occupying the tender entrance already – but he stood his ground, thrusting upward to force himself in. To not only slide his own cock against Alistair’s but also be wrapped up in how bloody tight Nero was. “H-Holy crap… he’s tight.” Nails dug at Charon’s waist, teeth sinking into his shoulder as Prometheus pushed another inch inside – looking at Smoke’s pleasured expression as well as his reflection and Nero’s on the mirror. “You good? Can I… go a bit more inside…?”

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Nero couldn't help but feel grateful he hadn't been on his back for this. Not just the fact that it'd be uncomfortable, but with the heat the Fortitude agent could feel rising from his chest and moving across his face, Nero was certain he was blushing bright red from pleasure. Though from what Nero could see, from the corner of his eyes soft brown eyes, he still managed to spot that devilish grin across Smoke's face. Even in the dim lighting of the club restrooms, Nero couldn't help but let the leering of the envy agent affect him so. Had his blushing not given him away, his twitching cock certainly did, moving from side to side like his own tail. It was no wonder why Alistair called him his bitch.

Feeling the pair of fingers push into his entrance, Nero groans with need against the cold tile floor. He was lucky in waiting until after their interruption was over to continue with the moans, pulled from him with Lars' tongue. He chalked it up to the intense spy training Nero received in Pandora, his tolerance for pain had been tested before. Withstanding Alistair, and any agent for that matter, edging him seemed to be a natural progression of the skill. Feeling the tongue across his back, Nero could swear he could almost cum then and there. The pride agent's hot tongue following the path across his spine, igniting that warmth sense in his gut to follow suite, erupting as Nero tilted his head back in a loud groan.

A breathless and heavy, "Fuck" is all Nero can return in confidence, his hips acting on their own accord, grinding instinctively back into Lars' cock. Pants escape Nero's lips, heated as he tried to focus on the pride agent's words, on the skin of his body as he lays on top of him, on the leering eyes of Alistair as he watched, on the pile of neat folded clothes and the adonis of a man they were once attached to. Nero couldn't even feel his heartbeat, feeling it replaced by the thumping bass of the club. "Yes…" He whimpers in response, pushing his face back into Lars, trying to catch his lips with his own as he continued, "Yes.., please fuck me…" Nero breathes in between his and Lars' lips, his thick beard brushing itself against the pride agent's as the fortitude agent continued to grind back as well. Each whimper from Nero's lips sounding more desperate as he could feel the head of Lars' cock perch itself onto the rim of his hole. With each failed catching of Prometheus' cock into Nero's wanting hole, Nero releases a pitiful and breathy, "Fuck…"

Hearing Alistair give the order, Nero brings himself to his feet as ordered, giving a smirk as he feels Lars' hand pat his ass. The smirk grew as he saw Alistair in his nude glory, watching him completely naked and looking like a perfect specimen. Nero wasn't going to argue with Alistair on how he'd get fucked, dingy mensroom or not, he trusted Smoke to fuck him within an inch of his life on every surface of the place if he so wished. Before he followed orders, Nero couldn't help but reunite Lars' and his lips, finishing what they had started on that dance floor. He turns, facing Alistair and joining his lips to the pair of lips that seemed to control him with every breath exhaled from them. The kiss is slow, deep, and hungry; Nero brings his arms around both their waists, leading them to the sinks as he alternates being both their lips. Separating himself from them two, Nero hangs a leg on one of the sinks, displaying the freshly eaten hole for the two men. Pushing his hips out towards them, Nero stretches himself across the sink, his body parallel to the sinks and the two agent's waists. "I can take you both, you know… And I don't mean in a fight." He pants, smiling. "Pick a hole to stuff or double stuff, I'm happy either way."

Playtime was over. What had happened between the three of them on the dancefloor had been nothing more than an appetiser. A prequel of what was to come given the time and location. Smoke smirked – probably more to himself than the other two men he was with – his hand still forcing Lars to devour Nero’s hole like his life was depending on it while his gaze locked into the utter blissful expression forming on the other agent’s face once a certain wicked tongue went deeper into him. He did love those expressions on Nero’s face. The way he would blush, the way his mouth would hang open when something pleased him greatly, the way he would do anything he could and then some just to guarantee that he was satisfied. Not that Charon would have any issues being fucked by two guys – but knowing he was doing this for him rather than a merely spur of the moment then? What a fucking turn-on. It would appear his little bitch would definitely be gaining a nice reward that night.

A knock on the bathroom door echoes through the space, and Alistair can feel Lars pushing back against his hand to look around – a move that proved to be useless since Alistair forced his head back between Nero’s checks once again. “Thir’s a floodin’ ‘ere.” Smoke’s voice was loud. Like thunder indoors. “Tis under maintenance.” A complete and utter lie but he really couldn’t be bothered in stopping the spectacle of Lars bopping his head back and forth while he continuously thrust his tongue inside Nero’s greedy little hole. “Please fin’ anither. This shite just won’ go down, luv.” Nothing like that sort of mental image to make people quickly back off. And Smoke waited. As the seconds spread – the only sound he could hear other than Nero’s moans was the slurping motions of Lars between the other man’s cheeks. For the time being, they were good. Yet, better not test their luck too much. After all, playtime was indeed fucking over.

”Go on.” Fingers released Lars’ head and the Pride agent pulled back to gather his breath, cheeks red with the effort he was putting into devouring Nero to the best of his abilities. He even spat on that tender hole, smacking a couple of fingers against the eager hole, his own cock pulsing inside his pants at the sight of Nero being ready for the two of them. “How do you want to do this?” A question directed not to Smoke, the one who had been calling the shots, but Nero. Prometheus covered the other agent’s body with his own, dragging his tongue ever so slowly all the way up the Fortitude’s agent spine until he kissed the other man on the cheek, gently rocking his crotch against that beautiful, round ass. “Bet you’ll look good bouncing on my cock. You’re so very eager, aren’t you? I could tell. You’re so fucking tight…”

As Lars and Nero engaged in a little conversation, Alistair took his time undressing. Discarding each of his garments and folding them neatly nearby until he stood completely naked – and very, very hard – in the middle of the bathroom. “Bring him tae th’ sinks. Ah waant ‘im to see his reflection in th’ mirror as ye’ fock ‘im.” Who wouldn’t like to see their own bodies glistening with sweat and muscles flexing while fucking? And Prometheus apparently liked the idea because he quickly stood – his gaze turning to a very naked Smoke, which in turn made him appreciate the view even more than before. “You heard him.” His large hand patted Nero on the ass, urging the other agent to just stand up and admire the sight before the two of them. “But the question remains. Who will be inside him first? Shouldn’t be decide that at least?”

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Nero couldn't believe what he was doing… Actually, he did. He did fuck a man at gun point because he was asked too after all. The length of dedication Charon had within himself to impress the super powered half of Pandora seemed to carry an unbeknownst amount of sway of the Fortitude agent. He was eager please and more than pleased by the time the vice agents of Pandora were done with him. Nero liked to consider it as a positive trait of his, it definitely gave him a feeling of purpose within the agency, apart from the usual gizmo making and vehicle hauling he got to enjoy as well. How else does one find themselves waiting for two of them in a bathroom?

Nero waited as he was instructed, ass up and his face against the cold tile of the bathroom floor. Thankfully it was clean when he had arrived, perfect for the Fortitude agent to wait on the floor. As Nero waited, he couldn't help but hear the deep meaty bass of the music just outside the door, unintentionally making its way across the Fortitude agent's body. His hole pulsing in response to it, even more so as he hears the restroom doors open. Even though the music easily over took the voices of the two agents staring at his winking hole, Nero could somehow make out the words Alistair spoke. The two agents' muffled voices become a bit clearer with each step Nero could feel getting closer to the stall he was in. He breathed in an anxious yet exhilarating breath as the Fortitude agent heard the stall door open behind himself.

Nero corrects his posture at feeling the slight breeze the bathroom stall door makes as it's opened wide. The naked man swiveling his hips higher and closer to the source of the men's voices. He wanted to look behind himself, wanted to watch how the other two must have drooled at the sight of him. Or better yet, the way his hole moved at the slightest stimulation. For a second, Nero couldn't help but indulge the thought of strangers, locals from the islands, from this club opening this stall and being faced with Nero's winking hole. Of them being the ones to hungrily eat at the Fortitude agent's hole. His growing cock had begun to twitch at the mental image, at the thought of a stranger watching the trio's earlier display in the middle of the dance floor, following them afterwards and sharing him along with Lars and Alistair. Nero didn't put it past Smoke to invite someone who had witnessed Nero's display of devotion to the agency earlier.

Nero swallows dryly with anticipation until he finally feels the warmth and wetness of a tongue against his patiently waiting hole. A moan escapes him as he feels the warm wetness of Lars' tongue against his balls, feeling them travel up towards his hole, causing the Fortitude agent to push back on the fellow agent's face. A strand of precum leaks from the tip of his lengthy and flaccid dick, the spindle of arousal traveling down and collecting under the Fortitude agent. His balls moving closer to Nero's body as a result, feeling the curve of Lars' chin as Nero remained on the floor, releasing soft moans and coos as he felt each swipe of the other man's tongue against his needy rim. The mental image of more men, including Lars, picked out by Alistair to make use of him still fresh in his mind and pairing well with the pleasure felt across his rim.

As soon as he heard the whistle, Nero couldn't help but turn his head to face the other agents. It was a hot sight, Lars on his knees and buried between his ass cheeks and Alistair standing tall above them both. A blush spreads itself across the Fortitude agent's face, no doubt mirrored across his ass cheeks too as their fun grew more and more heated. Nero's pouty lips and hooded eyes watched as Alistair's fingers wrapped around Lars' beautiful head of hair. Would they kiss again? Nero thought to himself, but seeing Smoke push Lars deeper in his hole, Nero couldn't help but moan loudly, his hips pushing back into the overwhelming sensation. "Fuck~! That- That feels so good-!"

Alistair wanted for Nero to be ready for them. He waited nearby, one arm gently wrapped around Prometheus’ waist as the Pride agent took that small reprieve to rest his head on his co-worker’s shoulder. “I’m not used to getting tired.” His gaze fell on the band around his wrist. He didn’t like it. He could go on for hours without having to catch a breath – and now he was at a club, partially spent after Nero swallowed his first load of the night. On any other given place, he would be ready for round two in the snap of his fingers. Now? Now, he actually needed to catch his breath. Lars hated it and the chuckle coming from Alistair only reminded the Pride agent that everyone else was just like he was now. They would get spent, they would get tired, they would need a break to grab some water between rounds. “If it mak’s it better, ye’ look het covered in sweat.” It wasn’t exactly what Prometheus was expecting… but he would take it. He knew he looked good. Shirtless, his muscles glistening with sweat both from the crowded space as well as Charon working him up. A lot of guys did love the thick scent of musk, didn’t they?

”Think it’s time?” Lars was curious to know how much longer they needed to wait and Smoke patted him on the ass as he made a motion that they should go inside. Prometheus walked in first and Alistair followed suit, quickly closing the door and locking it behind him for some much needed privacy. If anyone else needed to take a piss or a shit? Well, use the women’s restroom. Hardly his problem. But now it was just the three of them. The shorts over a specific stall door were the indicator of where Nero had been waiting for them. Where he would – if he was the well-trained bitched he was supposed to be – be waiting with his ass up and ready for the taking. “Bet he’s clenchin’ his arsehole right now.” Smoke approached the sinks, checking his own reflection as Lars stopped in front of the stall that Nero was on. “It’s not my first rodeo in a bathroom but…” It was most definitely his first threesome. Not that he was complaining, of course.

He pushes the door open slowly, the vision of Nero down on the ground with his ass – and hole – in full display nearly taking Prometheus’ breath in a single stride. What could be more perfect than a gorgeous man presenting his fat, hairy ass to them and spreading his cheeks apart so wide that he could see his hole winking at them in anticipation? It was a sight that Smoke was used to – and loved – but watching the way Lars’ jaw nearly hit the floor with the sight alone was something to behold altogether. “Go on.” Alistair leaned against the sink, arms folding over his chest as he admired the other two agents from a distance. Yes, he could join right away – but he also liked to watch for a while. He didn’t usually shared what was his with someone else like this, so why not make the most of it and watch how slutty Nero would be with someone else? He was trained perfectly to please people. Prometheus would not be an exception to that simple rule. “Don’ mind me. Ah just wanna watch ye’ fur a bit.”

Without care or thought, Lars dropped to his knees right behind Nero and dived in like a parched man at an oasis. His tongue dragged slowly all the way up from Nero’s balls to his clenching hole, the tip flickering over the expecting ring of muscle denying him entry right away. “Fucking hell.” Large hands smacked those round, perfect cheeks hard – the sound echoing loudly against the bathroom walls as Lars simply couldn’t hold back anymore. After Nero went to town on his cock back at the dancefloor, it was only fair that he would have him gasping and cursing there, there? So he did what any other man would do: thrust his tongue against that puckered hole, fingers squeezing those beefy buttocks in the most possessive of ways while tongue fucking the Fortitude agent. “Look at ‘im go.” Smoke whistled from his sink, his steps loud and deliberate as he approached the stall where Lars was down on his knees and having the best prime rib of his life. “Think ye’ can make ‘im squirm?” Fingers danced over Prometheus’ blond hair, forcing his face deeper between Nero’s cheeks. “Get in there, luv. If he ain’ screamin’, ye’ aren’ doin’ et right.”

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Nero lifts himself from Lars' cock, the syrupy consistency of Prometheus' orgasm mixed with Charon's drool shined as the distance between the Fortitude agent's plush lips and Lars' meaty cock grew. The thread of cum mixed drool stretched, catching colors of the dance floor like dew on a spider's silk catches the morning sun. Slowly, he caught his breath, staring back at the two men above him, finding himself licking across his lips. That warmth, that hunger, inside of Nero seemed to be quenched only slightly. The sight of these two handsome men above him didn't help in discouraging the Fortitude agent from wanting to see them naked, well, more than they were currently.

Leaning back towards Lars' cock to collect the rainbow strand of arousal mixed drool, Nero places a kiss onto the widest part of the fellow agent's cockhead. His puppy dog expression of joined brows raise as he hears Alistair say those prized words. Not to him of course, but poor Nero's body reacted just the same. They way Nero was so quick to snap into this behavior, it would have gave Pavlov's dog a run for its money. Even the ache of his cock seemed to subside too. It was surprising to the Fortitude agent just how much the Envy agent effected him.

And Nero loved it.

He doesn't resist as he feels the fingers wrapping around his hair, the quickness in which Alistair pulled him and in which Nero stood. His shorts, which were still above the Fortitude agent's knees while he was sitting down, quickly joined the floor and accompanied Nero's ankles as he awaited Alistair's instruction. The last thing he remembers seeing was the faint glow of the collar before Nero feels Lars lips against his own. Not one to turn down a kiss from a vice agent, Nero kisses back, humbly accepting Lars' tongue within his mouth and sharing the taste of his orgasm with him.

Traveling his tongue across the other man's, Nero let himself to be devoured by the kiss. Feeling the pride agent's tongue collect more of himself, Nero couldn't help but feel as though a theft has been committed against him. His lips wrapped themselves around the thickest part of Lars' tongue that he could reach. Nero did his best to take back what was generously given to him as his mouth began to travel up towards the tip of Lars' tongue, lips wrapping tighter as they traveled towards Lars' tip. Humming with content as Nero was able to taste Lars' tongue now as well.

The warmth in the middle of his gut grew the second Alistair's lips touched Nero's. Releasing Lars' tongue, Nero opens his mouth, accepting the envy agent's mouth with a desperate moan. He tried to collect as much of the other two's lips within his plush pair of lips. Feeling each brush of the tongue against his mustache, each accidentally and perhaps not so accidental nip of his lips. Nero couldn't get enough of the men within the vice divisions of Pandora and here he was proving them right. One could call it his own personal vice, although, there was the question in what would that make Alistair?

The answer seemed to answer itself as Alistair broke off from the kiss. There was no hiding the whimper from his absence. Nero's eyes felt heavy and his vision dreamlike as he watched the silhouetted faces of the two agents. Colors of the club lights bled together, a backdrop to their mischief, enabling the three Pandora agents their fun while hiding them in plain view. The haze lifts slightly as Nero feels Alistair's hand slap him across his ass. With quick indignation, Nero reached down to pull his shorts back up and around his waist.

He felt a hand hold his, guiding them through the sea of dancing bodies before feeling a hand against his cheek. The silhouette filling with detail as light from the bathroom and the dance floor covered Alistair's face. Looking up at the envy agent's blue eyes, Nero nodded, hand joining on top of his, keeping it there for just another moment before the Fortitude agent did as he was told. Careful to not accidentally barge into anyone else's fun, Nero finds and secures a stall for them three, placing his shorts above the door of the stall door to help guide the other two agents to the sight of the Fortitude agent, on the floor, bent over with hands on both of his ass cheeks, spread for their convenience.

Smoke watched and waited as Lars’ orgasm hit him like a wrecking ball. He watched as the Pride agent closed his eyes and leaned against him for support, heavy pants abandoning his lips as he attempted to regain some modicum of control over his own body. Even under the neon lights of the club, Alistair could tell that Lars was flustered, droplets of sweat on his forehead enough proof that he was having the time of his life. It took him a second to remember why Lars was spent when he shouldn’t. Those damned bands on their wrists nullified their powers, which in turn would mean that Prometheus’ endless stamina was now on hold. At least, until they would return to the resort’s perimeter. A safety measure to prevent them from using their abilities near civilians. “Good boy.” Alistair smirked and patted Prometheus gently on the shoulder, his gaze then returning to Nero who was apparently still sucking on the other agent’s cock to ensure that no drop would go to waste. As a well-trained mutt. ”Holy fuck.” Lars could feel his throat hoarse from the heavy breathing. He wasn’t used to this feeling. Of being tired, feeling spent. He could feel the sweat forming on his forehead as he looked down, a veil of lust still clouding his sight as he watched with hunger as Nero kept collecting his seed as greedily as he could. So – this was how it felt to be spent. It had been years since he had the opportunity to feel his heart pounding faster or his breathing become erratic. It had been years since he felt his legs turn to jelly after an orgasm or even needing a second to ground himself once more. “These fucking little bands, man.” He exchanged a look with Smoke who merely shrugged in response. For now – they were every bit of human as everyone else around them.

”Get up.” Alistair gave Nero’s hair a quick pull, urging the other man to stop sucking Lars’ dick and get back up – but Prometheus was faster. He helped Nero back on his feet but only to kiss him fully on the mouth, wanting nothing more than to taste his own orgasm on his lips and tongue. He didn’t want for Nero to regain his thoughts right away. Not yet. So he kissed him fully and he kissed him hard. Thrusting his tongue inside the other agent’s mouth, tasting the remnants of his own orgasm, before he felt some leaning in. And within seconds, a three-way kiss between him, Nero and Alistair was taking place in the middle of the dance floor. They didn’t even seen to care that two of them had their own cocks exposed but they were so close now – three tongues meeting and sharing the taste of his orgasm – that Prometheus really did not care about anything else but this.

Smoke was the first to pull back, licking his lips as he tasted Prometheus’ seed straight from Nero’s mouth. One hand ran over his hair – his gaze locked on the two men still kissing before him like the world was coming to an end. Nothing wrong with that. Charon belonged to him and him alone. If anything, he was merely borrowing him to Prometheus for the night. “Put yer’ pricks away.” The Envy agent smacked both Nero and Lars’ ass with his hands, his devilish smile making a reappearance on his features once more. “Let’s tak’ this somewhere else.” He was the one taking their hands. A gentle squeeze as Alistair commanding presence made others part ways for them to pass on their way to the bathroom. Luckily, there was no fucking line at the door – which was just what he wanted. Blue eyes turned to Nero as he brought one hand to gently cup his pet’s face. “Check inside. If it’s empty, pick a stall ‘n’ git naked fur us. Ass up.”

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The feeling of breathlessness while having Lars' cock in his throat was nearly enough to cause Nero to come undone. He knew Alistair had already objected to his touching of his cock, the man was particular about his things, there was no blaming him for it. But the aching, the goddamn throbbing from his cock. Pulsing so much in between the Fortitude division agent's legs, each one caused his cock to lift straight above. The absence of breath when Lars' cock kisses Nero's tonsils, seemingly made it difficult for Charon to will down his erect member. Treading a thin line between release and restraint. The two men's bodies, covering him from plain view, but left little space between each other. Nero could almost feel the heat radiating from each of them as he continued to work Lars' cock. The now rigid member in his mouth proving the reason for the popularity of the man it was attached to as Nero swallows the collection of spit, precum, and sweat off the pride agent's cock.

Meanwhile, Nero was narrowly proving himself as a capable lapdog to the envy agent instructing him. Admittedly, Nero felt his focus would stretch out given the loud music, the large amount of people watching him, and the personal space being encroached upon. But this amount of variables seemed to be enough of what Nero needed to focus on thick and surprisingly veiny task at hand. His stiff member started to swing like a vertical pendulum, rising with each prolonged stay around the deepest inch his lips could take and slowing falling as Nero caught his breath in between the two men's crotches. With each descent, Nero's cock deposits more of his own arousal down onto the now forming tiny puddle of precum beneath him. While he hoped Alistair didn't notice his contribution to clubbing culture, the back of Nero's mind knew he'd get something for his sloppiness of his stiffness.

Returning to the just as stiff cock in his mouth, Nero hums around Lars' length. The two men above him reuniting their mouths once stirred that warmth within him once more. That desire to watch and be watched, fulfilling itself to the Fortitude agent as he takes Lars deeper. Keeping up with the fellow agent's hip thrusts, Nero finding himself reach between his legs once again. His thumb and index finger wrap themselves around the base of his cock. The feel of Lars' balls hitting against his chin, the faint pull of their combined spit and arousal flimsily connecting the two parts of them was nearly enough to get Nero going again. But this time he had to stop it in its tracks, as much as he wanted to see white, Nero wasn't like these men. He couldn't recover his orgasms as quickly which gave way to Nero learning exactly how to handle his body's excitement in this way. It did help that Alistair, and a few other agents before him, had helped in training up his endurance. Squeezing the base of his own cock, Nero feels the rest of his shaft throb tremendously, pressure building where he had squeezed as he release attempts to slam itself through the Fortitude agent. The orgasm stopped and waves of delayed pleasure seemed to only stack as he watches that beautiful sight once again. The grip on the base of his cock returns.

His eyes watch in intrigue, seeing the cogs turning within Alistair's mind. Kneeling on the club floor, he watches how intensely Smoke watches him. The list of potential punishments, spinning through his head as he tastes Lars in the back of his throat. Each lift from his lips, Nero can picture another five possible additions to the list. Each tightening grip around the base of the Fortitude agent's purple headed cock, no doubt earning him a couple more flagellations, planned, scheduled, and carried out by his honorary roommate. Seeing how well the two of them shared the other impressively well, Nero held no doubts Lars would be accompany them in Smoke's room for this once again. How badly did Nero want to show off his devotion to Alistair? How badly does Nero have a need for having Lars look at him while lapping at his spent seed on the club floor? His eyes return to Lars, watching and waiting for the tell tell signs of his inbound orgasm. Nero's free hand resting on Prometheus' hip, waiting for the right time to bring him arm around him and take Lars whole. He bobs his head and he waits, he feels the tip of his nose brush below Lars' navel and he waits. He sees the faint wince curling at Prometheus' mustache and Nero goes to take him whole. Swallowing each warm pump of his seed without a second thought, feeling the runny and yolky texture flow down his throat and humming in celebration as Lars shot him load down his throat. Not being given the order, Nero stays in position, letting his throat collect any stragglers of Lars' release..

It was almost as if they weren’t in a club. Despite all the people dancing around them and minding their own business, Prometheus’ couldn’t really believe that he was getting his dick sucked so publicly as this. Not that he had any complaints. He had done the same to other people in the past, but it had been in the comfort of Atlantis, and not surrounded by a sea of complete strangers. What they were doing right now… it could very well get their asses kicked out of the club for public indecency. Yet, he was so fucking hard inside Nero’s mouth. Shivering at every touch of his tongue, with every hollowing of his cheeks. And Alistair’s breath dancing over his lips did not help. Almost like the two of them were determined to drive him insane in their own ways. Not that he minded, really. Who in their right mind would refuse a hot man down on their knees and taking a mouthful full of cock like his life was depending on it?

”Keep sucking.” His words were hoarse with need. Hips thrusting slowly against the back of Charon’s throat, disguised as dancing to the beat. Even Smoke seemed to move his body from side to side, carefully shielding Nero’s antics from the public eye, and always with his hand resting on top of the other agent’s head, forcing him to take more of him. Another inch, another painfully hard and throbbing inch. “Fock ‘is face.” Alistair’s words were like velvet on nude skin. Tantalizing and tempting – making his blood boil with the mere concept of fucking Nero’s face before they got out of there to take this somewhere. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I might lose control.” There’s an exchange between the two. Blue eyes as clear as water meeting eyes as clear as ice. Prometheus’ could feel the wetness of Nero’s mouth capturing more of him every second, making his toes curl, his breathing hitch… It was becoming more and more difficult to just stop himself from doing what he wanted.

”Tell ye’ what.” Alistair’s eyes looked down. Nero was still sucking on Prometheus’ cock like a babe on a tit – one of his eyebrows arching at the sight of his kitten touching himself without having been given permission to do so. “Th’ sooner yer’ feedin’ him, th’ sooner we go somewhere else.” His grip on Nero’s hair became almost vicious. Harsh and unforgiving, yanking his head back so that he would pull those supple lips from the other agent’s cock, admiring the stream of saliva covering Lars’ impressive member. “He is in need o’ punishment.” Lars tilted his head to the side, questions eager to be presented but remained silent. “Ah dinnae recall tellin’ him tae touch himself.” Nero was definitely taking liberties now. A punishment was demanded and one Smoke would not deliver. “Do it.” Prometheus looked down. His cock was fully exposed to whoever would dare pay attention to them. Nero was down on his knees, obviously eager for what he could provide to him right now – not caring one bit about where they were – which was by itself a turn on. “You’re the boss.” He would not get in the middle of whatever Smoke and Charon had with one another. And frankly, he didn’t care. Instead – he guided himself back into the comfort of Nero’s mouth, thrusting every inch he could into the other man’s mouth as Smoke kissed him once more for good measure. His hips violently rocked forward, impaling himself on Nero’s mouth. And then again. And again. Smoke kept his grip on Nero’s head to keep him steady, kissing Lars as viciously as he was fucking Charon’s face right there in the middle of the dance floor. It was a good thing music was loud – muffling the sound of his balls slapping against the other agent’s chin, the lewd moans exchanged between him and Alistair or even the gagging sounds coming from Nero.

”I’m gonna cum…” His words had barely escaped his parted lips when his orgasm hit. Like a tidal wave, unforgiving, uncaring, unbothered. Rope after rope of his seed was shot into the back of Nero’s throat as his body trembled and shook. It was a good thing Alistair was nearby, securing him against his body as he went momentarily dizzy from the intensity of this orgasm alone. Maybe Nero was just that good at what he did. Or maybe it was getting head in public. It didn’t matter. “Swallow it.” Alistair patted Nero on the head, his smirk growing by the second as he watched the entire scene play out. “If anythin’ goes to shite, yer’ lickin’ it from th’ floor.”

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As he sank to his knees, Nero could already feel the amount of retraining he might need, the smug look that grew on his face all but signaled a playful challenge to the envy agent. The air of pride no doubt hung around him, mixing with the heat of the club - of the bodies, the lights, the eustress faintly bubbly within Nero's stomach as he took more of Prometheus' cock in the middle of the dance floor. The thought of multiple eyes watching him, seeing how his pursed lips and hollowed out cheeks maneuvered up Lars' tip and pursuing another inch, it kept that warm feeling in his gut stirring. The heat of it blossoming across his navel as he took his time around the gland, feeling his tongue slide against the underside of Lars' cock. The tip of his tongue brushing in between the join of head and shaft, indulging in abusing the man's sensitivity, his hot breath collecting against the dome of Lars' cockhead. Steadily, Nero wraps his lips around Prometheus' cockhead. A sentence that would sound ridiculous on its own to the Fortitude agent, but seeing the other man from where he had knelt down, how could Nero not experience a sense of looking up to the divine?

The gods must have answered Nero's prayers as he was meet by truly a holy sight. Lips touched above him, illuminated by the multi-colored lasers above them. A silhouette of two joining to one casts itself down as a shadow on top of Nero, like a tableau enshrined in stained glass as colors cascading across the Fortitude agent's face. His spirit seemingly responding to this image as it awakened more inside of him. His free hand reaches in between his own legs, adjusting the quick tautness of his board shorts. Desperate to release the rapid growing pressure in his shorts, Nero pushes his shorts down until they were resting above his knees, his hand mindlessly giving himself a couple of slow strokes, matching the slow depths and rises of Lars' cock that Nero took in his mouth. He breathed through his nose, though it didn't help its shallow reach nor the hitch in breath as he continued to watch the men above him in more ways than one kissing each other.

Reaching the tip once more, Nero inhales a breath. It's interrupted as he feels fingers card against his hair. Foreign and grasping his head with need, and yet felt far too gentle to be Alistair. Even so, Nero fights back a wretch as he lets his throat get fucked by Prometheus, enduring the tingling itch at the back of his throat with remarkable ease. That was until he felt a second, familiar, hand placed on him, pushing him closer to the base of the blonde's filling cock. He wretches around Lars' cock, his throat straining and attempting to push the fellow agent's lengthy cock out but Nero attempted to stay strong. The feeling of lightheadedness and the blood at the top of his head sinking as he held his breath for as long as he could. The fast beat across the length of his own cock helping in staying speared on Lars before his head threw itself back, coughing to the side as he caught his breath. Releasing Prometheus' cock from his throat, there was a mixed feeling of relief and guilt. Nero didn't want to quit just yet, didn't want to fail in front of Alistair.

Hand coming up to stroke Lars' spit covered member, the warm wetness collecting itself towards the tip with each stroke. "Surely you're able to cum more than once in one sitting?" Nero purrs from below, his eyes traveling from the collar fixed on Lars' neck and Lars' own eyes, green before, now a whole array of colors as the club lights beamed in patterns and moved across the walls of the club. "One for the road, what do you say?" Nero smirks, his tongue places itself flat and wide against the fellow agent's slit, the movement purposely slow and agonizing, awaiting the promise of a reward as the tip of his tongue flicks upwards. Readying him for a possible surprise, Nero keeps his tongue just under Lars' cock head.

Maybe it was the music. Or the dancing. Or the thrusting. Prometheus was no stranger to the art of seduction – even more so when he liked to tease everyone – so he was well aware of what could end up happening between the three of them if things continued to escalate the way they did. He saw how Nero rested against Alistair. How his body found solace between the two of them, enjoying the grinding and the increased friction between the three of them. Their crotches rubbing against one another – getting them harder, throbbing, needing. And the way Alistair was securing Nero? There was not a doubt in his mind that he was also grinding against the curve of the other agent’s ass. They were in their own little world now. Surrounded by people who were too lost in dancing and banishing whatever thoughts that clouded their minds. No one was paying attention to them. No one cared. And as Nero did exactly what he had been told, Smoke’s eyes narrowed, his teeth capturing his own bottom lip as he watched the exchange happening before his eyes. The way both Lars and Nero looked at one another – desire oozing from them like a thick aroma. He saw every movement happen almost in slow motion. The way Nero playfully trailed his fingers up the bare chest of the other agent, the way Lars’ eyes were following it like a snake mesmerised by the flute. His hips continued to rub against the curve of Nero’s ass. The friction made him so hard that he would be able to drill through steel – a thought for later as he expertly removed Nero’s shirt without the other man even noticing, so drunk that he was with following orders and losing himself in Lars.

The kiss was sudden, yet Prometheus kissed back. Hungrily. Needily. Thrusting his tongue inside Nero’s mouth and wanting to make him whimper at something as basic as a kiss. He could feel Smoke close by. Feel his hands caress the waistline of his pants, nails raking the skin right above his belt. Maybe it was getting too hot – or maybe his thoughts were becoming elusive from him as he nearly purred at the suggestion presented on his ear. At the cravings of a man like Nero. “What’s stopping you then?” Blue eyes meet with dark ones for a second and Lars’ attention turns to Alistair who has been watching the exchange with great interest. Did he like a show too? A faint moan threatens to flee his throat when long, experienced fingers slide inside his pants and find his erection. And right when he was about to actually moan – it was Alistair’s lips that silenced him. A kiss that was the equivalent of two gladiators on a sandy arena, fighting for dominance and control. Another moan urges to escape – his cock already so hard and wet that makes Nero’s ministrations all that easy to accomplish.

Two sets of eyes look down when Nero kneels in the middle of the dance floor. No words are exchange as he releases Lars’ cock from his pants, his continuously slow torture replaced by the warmth of his lips. “Relax.” Alistair’s lips are on his once more. Sensual and decadent as Prometheus’ puts on hand on top of Nero’s head, fingers tugging his hair so that he could take more of him. “Mak’ him choke.” Such a devilish order rolling from Smoke’s lips as Lars looks down, mouth hanging partially opened because he really likes where this is going right now. Getting head in the middle of a club? First time in his life. “Not yet.” There’s an unspoken promise hidden behind his words as he slowly throws his head back, feeling the warmth of Nero’s mouth surround more of him by the second. “Oh god…” Such a well-trained pup he was. Smoke was indeed proud, his own fingers toying with Nero’s hair, pushing his head forward with absolute disregard of their surroundings and Nero’s comfort. What if he choked? He did love a muffle choke when he got his dick sucked. “We might need a change of views.” They were standing in the middle of a crowd, after all. “Unless yer’ plannin’ on pumpin’ a load down his throat ‘ere.”

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As soon as he felt the heated breath across his neck, Nero's skin raised into goosebumps and his mouth curled into a smile. He leans back slightly, resting the back of his head against Alistair's temple, taking in the man's words. Letting the the music entrance him as he watch the shirtless man in front of him, Nero feels himself move towards the space of Prometheus. Smoke's words felt like a spell he was wrapped under. The thought of Alistair thinking this would be hot was enough to have Nero follow any of his direction to the letter. The added closeness, heat, and friction, well, that just made it all the more alluring.

Following Smoke's orders, Nero leaned forwards towards Lars, letting the natural and close motions in between their pelvises grow slow, move more intentionally. He curls his hips up into Prometheus' hips, his hardening bulge meeting the fellow agent's. His hands had been running themselves on top of Alistair's, brushing lightly against his knuckles, a hint of a pull to guide them to where they belonged most, wrapped around the man's waist and neck as the two Charon traps had often found themselves. His hands lift from Alistair's hands and touch along Lars' navel, petting at the soft and tempting happy trail as they continued upwards his chest. They continue, gliding against the shine of sweat across Lars' impressive physique, Nero's mouth watering as he wonder what he must taste like and if Smoke would indulge in his curiosity.

His hands make their way to Lar's large shoulders, thumbs brushing against Prometheus' neck, the beat of the music being felt in place of a normal pulse. Nero leans in closer, his arms wrapping around the fellow agent as he takes Lars' lips into his, the sensations around him growing with each tease of his tongue Nero had offered. As he deepened their kiss, he felt his own bare chest meet with the fellow agents. He could have sworn he was wearing a shirt before this.

Just about done with his Cruel Intentions reenactment, Nero pants against their lips. The words all so coolly collecting themselves into Nero's ears made the Fortitude ache with need. Licking his lips, Nero's eyes all but devour the man in front of him. Hooded and narrowing towards orbs of green, Nero's arms release Lars, but still manages to keep him close. A rough and purposefully tug at the fellow agent's belt brings Lars closer, "Think we can elevate this some more." Coming closer to Lars' ears, Nero purrs. "I'd love to taste you." He returns to ghost his lips against the other, teasing kisses that don't meet while his hands undo Lars' belt. His hand slipping through his waist band, collecting his length in his fingers. Giving a generous and welcoming tug, Nero smirks as he still eyes Prometheus. Giving a wink, Nero sinks himself to his knees, undoing the rest of Lars' pants before giving him a couple more strokes. Giving the side of his face a few smacks with it, Nero slowly but enthusiastically takes Lars' first couple of inches.

When in Rome. That was Lars’ sole mindset for the night, allowing the beat to take over, his shirtless body swinging to the music as he made sure that he would keep Nero close so that they wouldn’t lose one another in the midst of dancing people. It was entertaining, really. To just stop thinking about what had transpired and focus in the moment. In the way people moved all around him, there was not a trouble in their minds at least for tonight. And that was exactly what he was planning on doing. Let his hair down, have some fun with two other agents and simply enjoy the present. His issues would still be there tomorrow – but for tonight, they would hold no more power over him. “You’re a good dancer!” He needed to lean close to Nero in order to talk directly into his ear, large hands resting on the other agent’s shoulders as Nero was pretty much grinding against the two of them in the middle of the room. Again, when in Rome… Prometheus chuckled and gave Smoke a quick smile before looking down, matching the whole vibe Nero was going for – hips rolling and thrusting against one another in the most sensual of ways. He was bond to get hard with all this but… who cared, right?

Bloody brilliant. Alistair followed them without really having a say in the matter but he couldn’t deny the plethora of ideas that were now crossing his mind when it came to Nero. He was aware that whatever he would tell his little on-training bitch to do, Nero would do it simply because he wanted to please him. Because he wanted to be a very, very good boy. And good boys got nice rewards. His body pressed against Nero’s back – a sexy little sandwich happening – enjoying the hip rolls and the thrusts and the sexual energy that was escalating by the second. And then… the idea formed. Hands resting on Nero’s waist, a grip that was gentle yet possessive in nature. Lars was enjoying himself, sure – but Alistair had his own notion of entertainment playing on his mind. “Ye’ want him, dinnae ye’?” Lips dance against the back of Nero’s left earlobe. Of course, he did. Prometheus was a good-looking lad and all that thrusting and grinding was making the job easier. “Kiss him.” Whispered words between touches and body motions as Smoke’s grip on Nero’s waist became almost feral. “That will turn me on a lot, pup.” To prove his point, Smoke rolled his hips against the curve of Nero’s ass – thrusting into him so that in return – he would thrust into Promeheus. “Tell ‘im that ye’ wan’ to blow him.” Nero belonged to him. He was his – no matter how many other men would fuck the agent stupid. He would always come back to the hand that held the leash. “Make ‘im wan’ to fock ye’ stupid.”

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Nero couldn't help but grin at the younger man's bold actions. While he looked like a tough put together man on the exterior, at least that was Nero's goal in how he liked to present himself. There was always the red lace and leather that managed to find its way underneath his standard issue fatigues. Having his lips meet Max's, Nero couldn't help but pull at the younger agent's shirt, pulling him closer as he tried to deepen their kiss. Unbeknownst to him, Nero had thought he was an okay kisser, sure he had a habit of leaving his tongue out. His training from past agents definitely solidifying the habit.

Nevertheless, Nero grins at the younger agent, moving closer to him, pressing kisses across his neck and collar bone as Max drank. He was practically laying on top of him before purring against his ear. "Then you should show me how it's done." Nero chuckles, returning his lips to the alcohol stain lips, attempting to kiss him deeper.

Location: Max's room in the resort

"Just shut up and kiss me." Max grabbed the other and locked lips with them, a long deep kiss that he was clearly hungry for in his current state. His mom was off on a mission without him and he would do anything to take his mind off of it. So he had started drinking as soon as he hit the resort, and now here he was cupping some man's face as his tongue hungrily probed their mouth, one hand moving to thread through their hair holding them into the searing kiss until he was done. It certainly was a distraction, his mind hazy with pleasure as he indulged himself.

Pulling back he slumped into his seat grabbing for the bottle he had been nursing for the past few hours taking a swig and wiping his mouth. "You kinda fucking suck at kissing. I would say it was me but that's not possible. I wouldn't mind helping you practice though."

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"You're really expecting me to believe you haven't tried a German club Alistair, grinding up a chav while dubstep blares around you?" Nero laughs, his arm wrapped around the fellow agent as the three traveled through the need to get out of this heat and the oscillating movement of the crowd guiding them closer to the club's restrooms. Following the other men like the good pup Alistair had been training him up to be, Nero brought an arm up to both men's shoulders. His fingers playing lightly at their hair, thumb caressing against the styled and trimmed line of the back of Alistair's blond hair, at least while he still could. With Prometheus, Nero's fascination found itself to the collar. He hadn't been taken by a vice agent without them being at their 100%, so it piqued the Fortitude agent's curiosity in just what this version of Prometheus' all would feel like.

Feeling Prometheus taking hold of his hand, his eyebrows lift in excitement. His large brown eyes wide with anticipation as he allows himself to be led. The brief brush against the other people that they passed by, clothed bits seemingly finding their opposite pairs, meeting and moving against the other. After the fifth or so crotch that managed to grind into him while walking through the club, Nero had to wonder how many of those occurrences belonged to Alistair. Very welcomed of course, a part of his training he was yet to figure out, he's sure. With the three settling in a spot to dance, Nero positioned just in between the two, dancing along to deep bass that reverberated throughout his body. Pushing against and into them, feeling their bodies grove to the rhythm in unison. Gyrating and bucking against the others, his hips caught between the other, movements hitching into the other, following in sync, making the most of their closeness.

@youmustswearonit gets a rave starter with Prometheus && Smoke

”How did ye’ convince me to jyne?” Smoke was literally being dragged by Charon and Prometheus to a crowded rave. Neon lights, people dancing all around them in a buffet of hot bodies and sweat – music blasting through the speakers like it was no one else’s business. It’s not that Alistair didn’t enjoy a rave. Who wouldn’t? Yet, to be dragged to one by Nero ( always aiming to please ) and Lars ( who apparently needed the distraction ) was not exactly what Alistair had in mind for that night. “We ‘r’ suppose tae dance in th’ middle o’ this?” His words rang hollow. The music was definitely loud and someone had just stepped on his foot. But… Not like he would complain. That would derail all the work he had put on with Nero, even more so now that they had company. “Ye’ guys fockin’ owe me.”

The beat was perfect. Prometheus was dragging both Nero and Alistair by their hands to the sea of people, not giving a damn about everything else. After all that transpired… after what came to happen in the village… they needed to relax. To enjoy life, to just let their proverbial hair down. “Come on!” Lars was fully aware that the band on his wrist was nullifying his powers, which meant that for once – he would probably get tired. Was it wrong that he was looking forward to it? “When in Rome!” He was the first to undress his shirt, swinging it over his head without a care before taking Nero by the hand – slowly dragging him deeper into the chaos. “You only live once, right?” So, why not live it? Why not go dancing? Enjoy life? Shit would still be there when they returned but for a couple of hours… they could just be normal people.