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edible body paint

vessel x iii

uh

idk. they lick each other. explicit. whatever. read at your own peril.

I was bored and decided to finish this prompt a friend gave me a month ago

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III stormed into the dressing room. He was clearly on a mission. 

“Good, you're not ready yet,” he said on seeing Vessel seated and in comfy clothes. Nothing stage related, yet. 

“Why is that good?” III's eyes glittered, full of mischief. 

“I found something,” he held up a slender tube. A body paint tube. 

“Body paint? Yeah, I'd hope so at one of our shows,”

“No. I was reading on it, and it's edible,” Vessel tore his shirt off in response. III took his time applying it to Vessel. Every dip and valley of his impressive musculature was lovingly coated. Vessel was half hard by the time III had finished putting the paint on him. III kissed him hard, lips smeared with fresh paint. “I'll go get your lipstick,” 

III returned, the familiar tube in hand. Faded letters had once said SEPHORA on the cap. Vessel took the tube, walked to the mirror. III watched him apply it, his lips smeared in black paint. 

The plan was to put it on, wear it for the show. 

Vessel made a show of III that night. Touches, kisses, and the triumphant return of the song Sugar to the set list. Along with…all…of the antics. III wasn’t able to keep his dick down. Vessel was dripping black paint. He was working hard, sweating and panting. III was going to make him pant more. The edible paint clearly did not stick to him as well as their normal paint, but III was into it. The curls just above Vessel’s waistband were dark with it. It was making III feel crazy. Then. The opening chimes to Sugar. Vessel was right in front of him, beckoning him, contorting him. Had him on the ground. Vessel was gorgeous. If III hadn’t been wearing the mask, he’d be licking paint off of Vessel on stage. As it was, his mouth couldn’t reach that sweat slick skin. 

After the show, III practically charged. The moment he had them in their dressing room, he turned and locked the door. Before he could turn, before he could pursue Vessel, Vessel was pushing him against the door. His shoulders hit the door hard. Vessel shoved their masks off, showing the streaks of paint coming down his face. Immediately, III’s mouth was on him, licking the paint off of his cheeks. III had always thought those soft cheekbones were lovely, but now licking paint and sweat off of them, he loved them even more. Vessel dodged his tongue, ducking under III’s chin. His mask was also off, the paint on III’s neck mostly gone. Vessel stuck his tongue out, licking the sweat and paint from III’s neck. III whined high in his throat. The paint was bitter and the sweat salty on Vessel’s tongue. The scent of III’s weed lingered, enticing Vessel. He cleaned III’s neck, listening to III whine and moan. Vessel had one of his strong thighs planted between III’s legs, and III was shamelessly grinding against it. He could feel that III was almost fully hard. III pushed him back, getting him down onto the couch across the room so that III could lick every inch of him clean. He realized he didn’t really care what III did, as long as he got that hot mouth around his dick. III licked across his nipples. The resulting cold air made them harden. It felt good. III continued southbound. Vessel let his head fall back when III started nipping at his hip bones. 

“Lemme suck you off,” III moaned into Vessel’s waistband. He undid Vessel’s belt and wrestled his pants open. 

“Yeah, y-yeah,” Vessel started to stutter as III got his pants off. “P-please,” III’s hand wrapped around his cock. He spit, saliva shot through with black paint, and watched it drip down Vessel’s dick. 

“You look good, covered in my spit,” III grinned before taking the head of Vessel’s cock into his mouth. The tight heat was exactly what Vessel needed after the show. III took him deep, tight and delicious and wet. Spit trailed down, Vessel could feel it starting to drip. He imagined the saliva with the black paint through it and bucked into III’s mouth. It wasn’t…on purpose, exactly. But, III moaned because of it. And then he really went in on it. Each upstroke had Vessel gasping and moaning. III snuck one hand behind his balls, pressing on the space between them and his asshole. Little sparks shot off behind Vessel’s eyes. He looked down and locked eyes with III. Seeing dregs of black paint around his mouth, locking eyes with those glassy blues had Vessel moaning all over again. His eyes rolled up, pleasure bubbling pleasantly through his veins. III swallowed once, twice, again. It made Vessel’s abs tighten. He could feel the whip of pleasure that would be his orgasm coiling up. 

“Do you even have a gag reflex?” he was panting again. Like he’d just sung his heart out. III popped off, smiled a blackened smile and shook his head. He then swallowed all of Vessel in one go. This time, Vessel got one of his hands in III’s hair, leaving black streaks in the bleachy blonde. III pressed up against that spot with his fingers again, this time with his palm warm against Vessel’s balls. He swallowed again, pulled back, laved his tongue against the ridge under the head. It drove Vessel wild, that little movement of III’s tongue. Especially when III pushed again with his fingers. Vessel couldn’t help it. He bucked hard, cock pulsing now. III felt it thickening on his tongue, and swallowed as hard as he could. That whip of pleasure unfurled, snapping up and down Vessel’s spine. “Shit, fuck, unh,” he groaned, hands in III’s hair, pulling. III swallowed again, swallowed repeatedly until Vessel whined from nerves burning. 

“Let us in, you horny bastards!” IV’s voice came through the door, followed by a fist pounding on the door. 

“You’re just jealous!” III shouted back.

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HOOKEDHOBBIES KINKTOBER 2024

Day 2: Double Penetration // Voyeurism

THIS IS VERSION 2

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word count 1388

SLEEP TOKEN FANFICTION RELATED STRICTLY TO STAGE PERSONAS (as always)

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II X III X READER, toys, unprotected (DO NOT DO THIS)

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 The idea had come to you after one late night and a lot of partying. You set everything up. You had the only lamp in the room trained on you. You had two toys and a new bottle of lube. Now you were just waiting for them to get home. II and III had been out all day, shopping. They were on their way home now and you knew exactly how you wanted them to find you. You opened the lube, drizzling some on your fingertips to warm it up before putting it on your body. You wanted to shut their brains off, make them go stupid at the sight of you spread out on the bed. You rubbed at your clit for a second, feeling the slide of the lube and making sure there was enough for what you wanted to do. First, you picked up the jeweled plug. III had picked it out and shyly presented it to you several weeks ago, and you hadn’t had the chance to use it yet. The gem itself was a green so dark it was nearly black. Extra lube dripped down the tip of the plug, slow and thick like honey. You were beginning to drip, just thinking of them coming home and finding you all plugged up and on the edge of orgasm. You reached down and massaged extra lube around your ass. II was completely obsessed with it, fucking you there, being inside of you, so it felt a bit easier than it used to. You slowly pressed the tip of the plug into your ass after making sure there was a ton of lube. A silly, high pitched squeak escaped as you pushed the plug further in, spreading you out. You inhaled, relaxing as much as you could. Some slight resistance had you pulling the plug back out a bit, then pushing it in a bit harder. It hurt then, but only for a moment. The plug popped in, your asshole relaxed, you were full and you groaned loudly. 

You heard the front door then. You clenched, thinking about them coming into the bedroom. Quickly, you grabbed your other toy. A pretty rabbit vibrator. It hummed to life and you worked it inside your now completely soaking wet pussy. A dangerous combination of lube and your own fluids that would send III into a tailspin. Boots echoed down the hall. II and III were nearly in the bedroom door. III murmured to II, shushing him. 

“Don't shush me,” II retorted. 

“No, shut up, do you hear that?” then they both paused. They’d heard your vibe.

“Is she in here,” the doorway darkened. You threw your head back so you didn’t see them, a wave of shyness overtaking you. You weren’t completely used to being on display. The movement made the prongs of the rabbit jolt against your clit, sending sweet vibrations running up your body. You were so full, and the rabbit was vibrating at a frequency that was just a little too low to actually get you off. On purpose, of course. You wanted II and III to get you off.  

“Chairs,” III mused. You had set chairs up. You heard one creak. They were sitting down. You moaned again, wondering what they were thinking. 

“She's wearing a plug, brave little thing, did you put that in all by yourself?” One of them leaned forward and tapped the gem. You cried out then. And gasped. And nodded. 

“Words, bird,” 

“If you can't talk, we'll just watch. No touching,” II had already shifted into full Dom mode, and it was making your head go all fuzzy.

“Oh, but I want to touch,” 

“No,” his voice was sharper then. Commanding. 

“Alright, love. Whatever you say,” your clit had developed its own heartbeat. It was throbbing, begging for them to get closer. “But… look at her, She's so wet,” 

“Don't be a fucking brat,” II’s voice was low. III kind of groaned then. You whined, and risked looking up. They were both staring at you. II’s eyes were glued to your hand movements. III saw that you had moved your head and he was looking at your face. “Not like her. Dirty bird had to stuff both her holes while we were out,” You pushed the vibrator deeper then, and knocked the setting up one. 

“She liked that,” 

“Of course she did,” they were just…watching. You didn’t want to talk, but there wasn’t any other way to get them to touch you. You knew the only way to get them to touch, now that II had laid down his order. So, you allowed that switch in your mind to flip. You were going to turn the tables on them both. 

“Could have been you, you know. Both of you, buried inside of me,” your voice was low, throttled by desire. You rarely heard it go that deep and gravelly. “But since you've refused to touch me, I've now decided you can't,” you flipped the vibrator onto its almost highest setting. 

“You won't be saying that after you make yourself cum,” 

“You'll let us do anything we want once you get stupid,” their voices overlapped. They may have been right, but you weren’t about to act as though you weren’t in control. You rolled over then, bending over your thighs so they had a really clear view of your plug and vibrator. II moaned then. You knew you had him with the plug. You worked yourself harder. You were definitely, definitely going to cum. You pushed then, hoping to force yourself over the edge. You almost stopped, almost panicked, it felt too good. But then III smacked your ass, jolting the plug and sending you into a long, spiraling orgasm. 

“Mmm, there she is,” you groaned again, the bubbles in your blood making your toes curl. It felt so good. “Help me,” II asked III. Their hands moved you, and you were in between them with II in your face and III behind you. 

“Wait, no, you take her ass,” III’s voice was rumbling in your ear. “You have a thing for it,” 

“Dude, no, I'll barely last thirty seconds if I do that,” II threw his head back, sounding suspiciously like a brat. 

“That's the point, love,” III crooned at him. II grumbled but assented. Neither of them moved. They didn’t have to. They grabbed you and spun you in a 180. “Hi, hun,” III grinned down at your dazed, post orgasm face. II was working the plug out of your ass, so he could get his fingers in there. 

“Ready?” II was gritting his teeth, likely trying to steel himself against an orgasm. 

“Mm, lay her down over me. I want to feel her against me,” III kind of took control. Hands forced your thighs further apart and then you were laying on top of III while II and III both eased inside of you. You squealed. 

“Oh, way too much, too full,” You protested. They moaned in unison, a deep vibrating noise rattling your body. II was immediately chasing his orgasm. He could not help it, you were just so tight and hot and slick from the copious amounts of lube you had used. He loved being inside of you. But he was too cute, too quick with his orgasms when he was. You barely noticed him finishing, because III was conducting a perfect rhythm on your clit, sending you barreling toward another orgasm. III held your gaze, making you get shy. You buried your face in his neck, huffing against it and making him squirm. Then you remembered just how sensitive he was near his jawbone. You ran your tongue up his neck then, and bit down. 

“Shit,” he arched then, pushing deeper into you. You did it again, pressing soft kisses with teeth all along his neck. II eased out of you, making you clench hard. III moaned then. A broken, sweet long sound. He started throbbing inside of you. You moaned his name right into his ear. He gasped as he came. 

“Desperate things, look at you,” 

“As if you didn't cum in thirty seconds,” you mumbled, post orgasm bliss still lining your limbs and a shit eating grin overtaking your face. 

“I've never heard someone so clearly ask to be punished before,”

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Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter XLVIII

Ivy's POV.

warning? uhh....smut. again. are we surprised?

1500ish words

ao3

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The fight was still running in his veins. Ivy was so…confused about everything. He didn’t think there was a way for III to have these competing desires all at once. If III were being honest, and he wanted II, and he wanted Ivy with II, then there was no way he wanted Ivy alone. There was no way he could be satisfied with just Ivy anymore. He was spiraling. He was desperate to have some sort of proof that III still wanted him. He couldn't believe that III wanted to see him and II together. He couldn't reconcile that III wanted that and wanted him. Stupidly, he had allowed the conversation to veer. He knew why, but he didn’t want to admit it. He had pushed it toward sex anyway. It was easier. It was proof that III still desired him. It was something to get lost in. He turned to III.

“Show me,” 

“Show you?” III was always asking questions. He didn’t have it in him to say “show me that you still want me”. All he could say was, 

“Now,” 

III stepped forward, one hand sliding around his hip. III tugged him into his body. Against him. 

“I want to show you,” III began, but he kissed Ivy before continuing. A long, slow, lingering kiss that had Ivy’s dick hardening. “I want to show you just how good you look, split open on my dick. We’ve got all these mirrors…shame to let them go to waste,” III spoke against Ivy’s mouth, driving him crazy. He could taste the desire in III’s words. But then he processed the words. 

“N-no,” he stuttered out. “Don’t wanna watch,” III’s eyebrow raised. His eyes hardened, narrowed. He went from sweet, wide eyed, gorgeous to almost annoyed, dangerous looking, ready to pounce. 

“Well, I do,” and then III’s tongue was in his mouth. Making it hard to think. Making it hard to remember that he wanted to protest. III’s tongue slid against his, making both of them moan. III slid one hand down his body, grabbing a whole handful of his ass and growling. “This…is perfect,” he said on breaking the kiss. Ivy just kind of…whimpered. He was more used to the III that he made cum in his pants. This III was a welcome surprise.  He had seen this III once before, when he’d sucked him off and then basically demanded dinner. Now, III kicked his leg out gently. Ivy went down without a fight, to his knees. “You look good down there,” this fired him back up. He knocked III’s knee out too, bringing him down with him. 

“You look good down here,” 

“I’m gonna put those boxing lessons to good use,” 

“Lesson,” Ivy corrected. “You only had one lesson,” III rolled his eyes. And he moved. Surprise more than anything allowed him to snatch Ivy around the waist and flip him. An embarrassing yelp flew out of him when he landed on his chest. “Shit, III,” 

“Shh,” III shushed him, pressing on his upper spine so that he stayed down. One of his hands slid into Ivy’s hair, pulling his head back gently. Ivy focused on the scene in the mirror. III was stretched out, pressed over him, looking at Ivy in the mirror. His eyes were completely dark, and he was breathing hard. As soon as he met III’s eyes, III whispered to him. “You still want this?” 

“Y-yeah. Do you?” III asking made him wonder if III was having second thoughts. 

“Of course,” III bit his earlobe and tugged, growling playfully. “I’ll always want you,” III followed this up by pressing his hips against Ivy’s ass. III was so hard, it must have hurt. He could feel it through his own sweats and III’s sweats. He got harder in response, and that was when he knew he was fucked. 

“Shit…I-I,” he found himself arching and pushing back into III. III sat back, hooked long, clever fingers into his waistband and bared Ivy’s ass to the room. III pulled his asscheeks apart. It felt…obscene. 

“Mmm…pretty,” then, III held Ivy’s eye until he sunk below his shoulder line. It became really obvious what he was going to do when Ivy felt warm puffs of air on his asshole. III’s tongue touched it. It was warm, wet, strange… Ivy liked it immediately. “I want to eat II’s cum out of here,” III then informed him. That almost broke his brain. Then III laved his entire tongue across his asshole and he moaned. Full throated, unabashed, he moaned and pushed his hips back against III’s face. His brain was definitely broken. III’s tongue worked its way inside of him, and he swore. “Acting like you’ve never had your ass eaten, peaches,” 

“H-haven’t,” he admitted. He was embarrassed by just how much he was enjoying it. III pulled back and met his eyes then. 

“Never?” III wiped drool off of his face. Drool from…yeah. Okay. He liked this way more than he thought he would. But he was embarrassed that he’d just admitted that. He was a red mess, when he accidentally glanced at himself. He shook his head. 

“No,” III flashed his grin for just a second before diving right back in. The slight stretch from his tongue, the moisture, the strangeness of the whole thing… it all felt really good. Ivy wasn’t thinking much. He was just feeling. III’s hands were anchored around his ass, basically holding him up. “F-fuck,” III made some sort of slurping noise before pulling back again.

“Yeah, I definitely want to eat II’s cum out of your pretty ass. Can’t believe no one’s done that for you. You deserve it,” 

“Shit, you’re so hot,” he couldn’t help himself. He just had to say it. Because III is so fucking hot. 

“Hot enough to fuck you?” his first response was pushing his hips into III’s crotch. 

“Now,” he demanded. He met III’s gaze when he said it, too. III moved, ripping his own pants down. III then spit on his asshole. He short circuited at the feeling. It felt filthy, and oh, so good. III’s fingers felt even better as they worked him open as quickly as possible. He had to spit again, and Ivy’s eyes rolled up in his skull. 

“Ready?” III panted out. He nodded so aggressively he thought his head might bobble off. III shuffled forward, lining himself up. Ivy couldn’t see much other than the look on III’s face. His face was a little bit scrunched in concentration, and it almost made him melt all over again. The warm, blunt head of III’s dick pushed against his asshole and he inhaled silently. He knew it was going to hurt, somewhat. He knew III was big, he knew III was more than the toys he’d taken before. He was ready. He exhaled as III pushed inside of him. The burn wasn’t excruciating, but it was going to take a minute to adjust. 

“Ah, ah,” he didn’t even realize he was making noises until III responded. 

“Yeah,” III reached up, pulling Ivy’s hair again. Gently tugging his head backwards. “Look at you. Look at this. Look at us,” Ivy looked at III first. He looked really good, stretched out over Ivy. Then, he did look at himself. He didn’t recognize himself. His hair was a mess, especially with III’s hand buried in it. His cheeks were flushed. His ass was arched into III at an angle he didn’t even know he was truly capable of. He looked fucked out, blissed out, a lazy smile spread over his face as he breathed through taking III into his body. His head was spinning. He looked…kind of…hot? At least with III wrapped around him. “You like what you see,” it wasn’t a question. III had probably felt him tense up when he’d seen the picture in the mirror. III was getting a slide going, but he had to add more spit. Ivy really did wish they’d grabbed the lube, but there would be more of this later… he had decided. 

“I wanna…I wanna do this forever,” 

“Oh, pretty boy’s brains scrambled over my cock?” III cooed. That made him tense up, hard. III kept calling him pretty, and making him feel good, and it was so not how he expected to feel when he heard that, but oh it was working for him. But, then he realized what III said. 

“N-no. I mean it,” III found his prostate then, sending bubbles through his blood. 

“Is that the spot?” III’s grin was almost evil. He looked so gorgeous. “Yeah, it is,” III angled his hips and drove Ivy out of his mind. He was cursing and almost crying from how good it felt, and he was cumming before he realized what was happening. III braced himself against his ass, and chased his own orgasm. Heat flooded his ass. 

They were panting, now separated, looking at one another. 

“I gotta clean this up,” he gestured to his own mess on the floor. 

“Can I come home with you?” III replied. 

“Of course,” he replied, another answer never crossing his mind. “Always,” he added, without a thought. 

“Y’mean it?” III asked, echoing him when III had first asked him out. His brow furrowed when he realized he did, but only for a second. 

“I mean it,” III’s answering smile nearly had the words ‘I love you’ spilling out.

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Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter XLIX

Vessel's POV

999 words

II’s hands shook the entire drive home. Vessel watched him out of the corner of his eye. II clasped them, checked his phone, reclasped them, touched the door handle, clasped again. He contemplated his own thoughts. He was certain about this, now. Watching II fight, watching the blush on his face. Watching the way he was, how nervous he was about Vessel's reaction. He was certain. Vessel eventually reached over and grabbed II’s hand. 

“Calm down,” he implored softly. Breaking the silence still made II jump. 

“Vessel, I just… I’m sorry you had to see any of that. I don’t know why I did that,” II’s voice was small. It lacked the confidence he usually broadcast. “I don’t know why I kissed him. I didn’t know I wanted that. I still want you, I still want to be with you,” 

“II. Stop. I told you earlier. I want to do this with you. Whatever it is,” 

“Why do I feel this way?” II was so quiet, he almost thought he was talking to himself. “You're…you’re amazing. You're everything I've ever wanted in a partner. I don't even know why I kissed him. We…we were fighting!”

“Did it feel right?” He asked before II could keep talking. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched II's lips turn down. He pulled into his driveway then. II didn't answer. He just got out of the car. Vessel followed, watching II shake his head. II actually had a little disbelieving smile on his face. “Upstairs,” he added. 

“That's the shitty thing. It did. It felt good. Obviously, I mean, then I started flirting with him. What the hell was I thinking?” II walked up Vessel's stairs like he owned the place. 

“Well. I mean. You like him. You like me. What's the problem, really?” 

“You. You're just. You're worth more than that, I think. You're so good to me. Why do I want him too? It feels…greedy,” II was pacing In Vessel's bedroom. 

“Okay, stop. Come into the bathroom so I can clean you up,” he wondered if a clear instruction, something to actually do, would help II stop. He was clearly spiraling. Vessel didn't know exactly what to say. II nodded and went to the bathroom. 

“How are you not mad?” II asked. Vessel leaned down and pulled his first aid kit from under his sink. He took II's jaw in one hand, tilting II's face to look at what was going to be a black eye. 

“You remember the steakhouse, don't you?” He asked, sick of listening to II talk himself in nervous circles. He knew what to say. He wiped II's cuts. He also checked his nose, touching it to see if he reacted like it was broken. Bruised maybe, but not broken. 

“Yeah, of course. How could I forget?” II’s eyebrows pulled together. Thinking about it, probably. He began prodding, checking for broken ribs. II winced. 

“Do you remember what I asked you then?” 

“I believe your exact words were that you wanted to ‘formalize this thing between us’,” II's smile reappeared, making Vessel feel so much better. Then, he inhaled through his teeth as Vessel found another cut and disinfected it. 

“I asked if you would be my partner, II. And you said yes. Do you know what that means to me? It means you're still mine. It means my equal in all things. My love, my light, all that romantic stuff. But also I'm the guy who's going to be there with you through everything. For as long as you'll have me. Even this. Even when you can't figure you out. I'm here,” 

Not the checking his nose, not the pressing for broken ribs, not the alcohol in the cuts, but this brought II to tears. Big, warm, round blue eyes flooded with tears, staring at Vessel. 

“W-why?” He sighed then. He had wanted to do this in a more…romantic setting than his bathroom while II was covered in cuts and bruises. He wiped a tear from II's face. 

“II… I love you,” II laughed. He laughed. Vessel couldn't help the hurt that blossomed on his face. “I tell you I love you and you laugh at me?” He tried to smile, keeping it light. He knew II was kind of in a rough spot, and this probably wasn't the time to say it. But, it was also the answer to II's question. 

“I'm sorry,” II replied, but then he was still laughing. Vessel watched as II's laughs turned to tears. “I love you too,” he continued, crying. Little hysterical giggles bubbled over II's lips. Vessel was smiling. He loved him too. “I'm sorry,” he repeated, now weeping. “It's uh…been a rough day,” II said after his tears slowed. “I love you too,” he whispered again, eyes going wide. “You love me?” 

“I do love you,” he couldn't help his smile. II loved him back. Even after kissing Ivy. He loved him back. II wrapped his hands around Vessel's neck. II clung to him, hugging him hard. 

“I love you,” II whispered, face pressed against his neck. He kissed the side of II's head and then picked him right up. “Oh!” II’s gasp was delicate, even. It was sweet. 

“It's been a long day. Can I get you tea before bed?” II shook his head and mumbled into his neck. 

“I just wanna go to bed,” II sounded so sweet, tired and then he snuggled into Vessel. Vessel melted. He sat II on his bed. 

“Bed, then,” 

“You love me?” He leaned in, kissed II. He kissed him hard. Long. It felt good. 

“I do love you. Lay down,” Vessel couldn't help his grin. II loved him. After he laid down with II, II grabbed his hand. 

“I'm going to have to talk to Ivy,” II's voice was full of fear. 

“That's tomorrow's problem,” Vessel replied, yawning. He gathered II into his arms and held him. “We'll get through it,” he kissed II's head again. 

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HOOKEDHOBBIES KINKTOBER 2024

Day 7: Bruising or Bitemarks // Virgin // Ice Play (<- psst if you want ice play it's back in day 1)

Word count: 1042

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SLEEP TOKEN FANFICTION

CW/TW: pushy/dark!IV is back, bitchy!Vessel, emotional support!II, first time doing anal (it counts as virgin, I've just decided), bruising/biting/sucking, "excessive" lube use

“When are you gonna let me take you, huh?” IV grinned at Vessel when he walked into the den. He was playing a game, lounging and thinking about finally being able to fuck Vessel. Vessel had always been so nervous, so skittish about penetration. IV wished he'd just try it, just to see, just to learn exactly how good it is. He turned his big baby eyes on IV, wider than a deer in headlights. “I'd make it good, you know?” 

“It’s gonna hurt,” Vessel shook his head. IV paused his game and stood up. He wrapped his arms around Vessel and squeezed lightly. 

“You think I’d hurt you, baby? Let me try. You got anything you’re doing today? I could take you apart right now,” IV grinned up at Vessel, who he saw melting. “You know, even if you don’t actually want to, if nothing else I’ll make you feel good,” he kept pushing, murmuring things to Vessel and tugging his earlobe with his teeth. 

“I-uh-ah-okay fine!” Vessel caved as IV insisted and murmured and licked at his neck. IV grabbed his hand and hauled Vessel to his bedroom. “C-can II be here?” 

“I can’t have you all to myself, hm?” 

“M’scared,” IV hid his look of disappointment - he wanted to take Vessel’s remaining virginity all for himself. 

“Alright, fine. He can hold your hand and everything. II!” he then shouted across the house. II came bounding in like a cute little deer. 

“What’s up?” 

“Vessel is going to let me try to take him, but he wants you to hold his hand while I do it,” II barked out a laugh, but then he saw Vessel’s face. 

“Oh, hun, you’re really scared? IV will be good to you. I’ll come with you,” they all traipsed off to IV’s bedroom then. 

Vessel was naked and panting. IV had kissed and licked and bitten every part of Vessel until he was begging to cum. 

“You think he’s ready?” IV murmured to II, who was watching everything with his cock in his hand. II nodded. IV grabbed Vessel’s hips and flipped him over. II grabbed Vessel’s hand then and squeezed it. 

“You say something if it gets to be too much, okay?” Vessel nodded, desperate and probably on the edge of tears. IV warmed some lube on his fingers and then delicately touched Vessel. Vessel, as expected, flinched. He slid his fingers down to Vessel’s hole and spread lube around it. “See, that’s not so bad is it?” II kissed Vessel’s neck then. And then, because he could tell IV had left hickies over every other inch of Vessel, he sucked a dark hickey right under Vessel’s jawbone. IV inhaled hard through his teeth and stopped himself from taking Vessel then and there. He couldn’t help it - he wanted to make Vessel cry. He slowly worked his index finger inside of Vessel. Vessel hissed and whined. 

“Are you using any lube?” he had such a bitchy tone, IV needed to sass him right back. IV withdrew his index finger and grabbed the whole bottle of lube. He drizzled icy lube between Vessel’s cheeks, making him whine again. “Goddammit, IV,” 

“Breathe for me,” was all IV said in response as he worked his index finger into Vessel. He got his index finger all the way in without further complaint, and then withdrew it mostly. He got more lube on his finger, and then tried to sneak his middle finger in with his index. He went slowly, but Vessel whined regardless. 

“That feels bigger, I swear, did you add another finger already?” IV ignored him. He knew that if Vessel just felt for a second, then he’d start to enjoy it. IV searched for a second with his index finger. A long, desperate whine jumped out of Vessel then, and IV knew he’d found his prostate. 

“There we go, isn’t that better,” he didn’t think he actually cared if it was better. He was finally two fingers deep in his bitchy boy. The tight heat would be everything on his cock later. And it would be today, he knew it. He wasn’t letting Vessel leave without getting IV’s dick in him. He tortured Vessel’s prostate until he came. That had not been IV’s intention, but then he figured that getting an orgasm out of Vessel would relax him. Once Vessel came down, he turned back and bitched at IV. 

“I just washed my sheets, IV!” IV still had two fingers inside of Vessel. He worked a third in with little warning or gentleness. Vessel threw his head back then, and… pushed against IV’s fingers. 

“You like it now?” he asked, feeling Vessel kind of fuck himself on IV’s fingers. 

“I-I don’t-m’not sure,” Vessel mumbled, after realizing he had pushed IV’s fingers further into him. II was staring at both of them, wide eyed. He nodded at IV then. IV raised an eyebrow at him, but took the meaning all the same. IV settled then, cockhead at Vessel’s ass. He leaned up, and sunk his teeth into Vessel’s neck, opposite II’s softer hickey. 

“No, stop…” he moved his hands up to IV’s shoulders, pushing him off of his neck. IV didn’t budge, sucking a bruise into the spot under Vessel’s ear, grunting.

“You’re mine now,” and with that, he pushed inside of Vessel. He paused for a second, the tightness pushing him toward a breaking point already. “Finally,” he groaned. He’d just barely gotten his cockhead inside. He didn’t want to fuck up and cum now. He wanted to get at least half of his dick inside. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Vessel was making these adorable little noises, whining and groaning about IV being in him. IV pushed further, and Vessel clenched so hard he thought his dick was going to snap off inside of Vessel. It was too much. He came. IV’s cum was hot and strange and foreign inside of Vessel. The heat was… he never thought he’d like this. But IV had taken his last virginity and he hadn’t totally hated it. 

Later, Vessel looked in the mirror and screamed. IV had left a million marks on him. He stalked out to the den and chucked a hairbrush at IV, shouting “how dare you!” with angry tears in his eyes.

II stared after Vessel, shocked by his outburst. IV just laughed.

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HOOKEDHOBBIES KINKTOBER 2024

Day 3 - Public Sex

masterpost

word count: 999

SLEEP TOKEN (again) III x IV, clowning on III's hair care, sex club, dark-ish!IV (he's pushy), III takes aphrodisiac, undiscussed kink

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IV was combing his fingers through III’s hair. He needed a deep condition, stat. IV yawned. III sat upright when he heard IV’s jaw creak. 

“We should do something,” he said. II and Vessel were deep in the studio, so they weren’t going to be going anywhere. But III wanted to do something. He wasn’t sure he even cared what. 

“We are doing something. We’re hanging out,” 

“Noooo, IV! I want to go do something. Anything,” IV raised an eyebrow at III’s bitchy tone. He hooked a finger into III’s day collar. 

“Fine, let’s go do something,” 

IV was taking a risk. He had no idea if III would be into this sort of club, and he certainly didn’t know if III was actually willing to play. But, he was being a brat, so IV would take the risk. III was all too happy to follow him out to a vehicle and jump in the passenger seat. 

“Where are we going?” 

“Surprise,” 

“What are we doing?” 

“Surprise,” IV had grabbed the small chocolate square beforehand, and handed it to III. “You can break that in half and give me half,” 

“Mmm, nope. Since you won’t tell me where we’re going, you can’t have a treat,” III popped it into his mouth before IV could even protest. 

“Uh, you might regret that, III,” 

“Why, it’s not like it’s a laxative? Is it?” 

“No, no, nothing like that. Just. Well. I guess we’re going to have a fun evening,” he decided to not tell III that it was an aphrodisiac chocolate. He’d find out soon enough. 

They pulled up. The building was black, the door nearly blended in. III was looking around critically. IV could see the questions on his face. Then, he saw the subtle shift. He saw III’s face get slightly pink. There it is. He grinned at III. 

“Ready?” 

“For what?” III’s voice was higher pitched now. He sounded nervous. 

“Oh, don’t be scared. You’re going to have so much fun tonight,” 

III flushed a darker pink once they were inside. The club was dark. There were warm lights everywhere, overstuffed couches, a really rich looking bar. The walls were carved stone bricks, jutting out at various angles. Music was playing, kind of low, but thumping through the air. IV was watching him shift uncomfortably. He got each of them a drink. Mocktails - he did not want to forget a single thing this evening. Some tropical paradise drink for III and a mint soda for him. III was wide eyed, looking over at a couch across the room. 

“IV, they’re fucking,” 

“That looks like a blow job to me, love,” 

“In a club, IV! A club! Did you bring me to a fucking sex club!” 

“Smart boy,” III had the widest, most adorable eyes IV had ever seen on him. He swept his eyes over III and saw that he was hard. IV placed his drink on the table and took III’s out of his hand. “Are you into it?” 

“I-I,” IV ran his hand up III’s thigh, grazed over his dick. He saw III’s lips part, and his pupils dilated further. “We… won’t get in trouble?” 

“No, baby. Look around you,” IV gestured around the club. People were in various positions, various couplings, various groupings. There was even one person restrained on a St. Andrew’s cross. They were being flogged. IV crawled up III’s body, settling on his hips. He ground his plump ass into III’s hips. III groaned. The chocolate was working him up. “Do you want to fuck me?” IV tugged on III’s earlobe with his teeth. III rolled his eyes back, and IV knew he had him. He sat back so he could undo III’s pants. “Lift your hips,” he got III’s pants down below his bony ass. IV rid himself of his own clothes, revealing his little lace thong. 

“Did you have this planned?” III asked, his eyes angry. 

“No, no, this was spontaneous, remember? You wanted to do something,” 

“Then why are you wearing a thong?” 

“What? Do you not like it? I think I look cute,” he spun so III could see the delicate lace overlay that dusted the tops of IV’s asscheeks. The thong was navy and it set IV’s skin off beautifully. 

“You do look nice,” III mumbled. IV sat back down on top of III, still wearing the thong. 

“Just be nice and push it to the side,” IV began kissing all along III’s neck. III was clearly feeling the chocolate. IV had always wanted to bring III here, but had never been sure he’d go for it. He gave him the perfect opportunity tonight and IV took it. 

Now he had III panting below him, harder than a rock, semi delirious with an aphrodisiac fueled desire for the man in his lap. 

“Where… where do we get lube?” IV leaned over the couch and found the basket, one of hundreds scattered throughout the club. 

“Here, baby. Warm it up for me,” III nodded, coated his fingers, and then wrapped his arms around IV. He hooked his finger around the thong and used the lubricated fingers to work IV open. It was easy, considering that IV had been plugged most of the day. His body opened for III and III lined himself up. He didn’t appear interested in foreplay, and IV found the ambiance to be foreplay enough for this right now. The moment III notched his cock at IV’s entrance, he basically slammed himself down on III’s cock. He worked them both hard and fast, bouncing up and down in III’s lap. 

“H-hey, slow down,” 

“No. I want to cum,” 

“Well, if you don’t slow down, I’m going to way before you,” 

“No. Hold it,” and IV kept going. III fought it for a few minutes, but he couldn’t last. Once he filled IV’s ass, and was panting as he came down, IV spoke again. “You shouldn’t have eaten the entire square, love,” 

“Oh, you fucking bitch!”

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Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter 56

Ivy's POV.

smut or whatever.

III's breath puffed warmly over Ivy's asshole. His sore, abused, stuffed asshole, just starting to drip II's cum. II. The thought alone had Ivy's eyes rolling back in his skull. II had fucked him. Ivy had ridden II until II came. He had gotten to sit down on his best friend's dick and make him cum. He knew that earlier, he had sighed II's name, and III had cum as a result. Now… II buried his hand in III's hair, forcing III's face into his asshole. III moaned like he had never tasted anything so good before. Ivy heard Vessel ask “Will you lick my cum out of II's mouth, next?” 

Ivy imagined it. He wanted to see Vessel fuck III's skull until III cried. III seemed to want it, aggressively licking and sucking until Ivy thought he might cum from III's tongue. One big hand wrapped around his ass cheek, III hummed so the vibrations shook his hips. Ivy wanted to ride, he hadn't gotten enough of it from II. He moved, grinding against III's mouth. He risked a glance down, saw III's eyes roll back as he settled against the mattress. The eye contact was killer. 

Something sweeter than desire curled up at the base of his skull. Vessel's face appeared over his own. 

“What do you want him to do to you next?” 

“I…I don't…oh,” Ivy dissolved into a breathless moaning puddle when III worked a finger inside of him. Vessel clicked his tongue at him, gentle but condescending. 

“Kiss him,” II commanded. Vessel whipped his head back toward II. “Kiss him,” Ivy could hear the challenge in II's voice, like he was daring Vessel to disobey him. Vessel turned back to him.

“Can I kiss you?” Vessel asked. III chose that moment to resume his filthy makeout session with Ivy's asshole. Ivy gasped at the heat and feeling, his eyes shooting wide open. He remembered to nod. Vessel nodded with him, licking his lips and asking a desperate “yeah?” before giving Ivy possibly the filthiest kiss he had ever experienced in his life. III continued eating him out. He couldn’t take it. His hips bucked of their own volition, grinding down on III more than before. Stars burst hard behind his eyes when a hand (he didn’t even know who’s) wrapped around his dick, lube slicked and hotter than the sun. 

“Can’t let them have all the fun, can I?” II’s voice. II’s hand. Oh, fuck. Vessel bit down on his bottom lip, II twisted and III curled a finger into his prostate. Not even superman could have fought his orgasm off. Whips of heat blew through his entire body, his heart raced, his belly clenched hard. Electricity pounded through his veins, he stained II’s hand, shooting up on his own chest even. He couldn’t think. All there was was ecstasy blazing a path through his body and mind. 

It took a minute, or several, he wasn’t sure, for him to come back down to earth. When he did, when he dared to raise his head up, Ivy took in the scene before him. III was looking right at him, from between his legs. III was wrecked, a mess of spit and his smile. II was sitting near him, licking his hand clean. Ivy’s dick twitched hard at that. Vessel was watching II, reaching for II’s hand. II held it out, and Vessel licked at whatever mess Ivy and II had left on II’s hand. 

“Fuck,” Ivy panted. They all looked at him then. He felt something warm and heavy settle in his chest. They…they all wanted him. All three of them were taking pleasure from his pleasure. He, Ivy, was getting them off. They were licking his orgasm off of II’s hand. III loved him. He knew it then. II had always loved him. They had been best friends for he didn’t even know how long anymore. And Vessel… he was a gorgeous mystery that had stolen II’s heart and then given it back. 

“Hi, pretty boy,” III crawled up Ivy’s body. 

Ivy had never felt loved before, and now he was feeling it three times over. 

Hours later, they were all clean. III’s phone buzzed near his head. He picked it up, almost without thinking. It was an email, from someone with “Attorney” in front of their name. What the hell was III up to? 

CK MODELING CONTRACT, FINAL VERSION - sent with DocuSign.  

III snatched his phone back before Ivy could look any further. 

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HOOKEDHOBBIES KINKTOBER 2024

Day 9: Anal/Praise Kink

Word Count: 1085

Masterpost

CW/TW: SLEEP TOKEN FANFICTION, achingly sweet, soft sex between II and Vessel while IV watches.

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“Baby, you handled me your first time. Surely you can handle your pretty boyfriend this time?” II was curled up in bed, a blanket pulled over him, with a pillow hugged to his front. IV grabbed his shoulder and rolled him toward him. “Why are you so upset, sweetie?”

II mumbled into the pillow, but IV didn’t catch it. 

“I just wanna make you feel good,” IV murmured into his ear. “C’mon baby, tell me what’s going on. You’re never this shy,” 

“It’s Vessel, IV. What if I screw up or something!” 

“You aren’t going to screw up. Come on. Let’s go talk to him, let him know you’re scared,” 

“No, he’ll call me a pansy or something,” at that, IV snorted. He had never heard Vessel say anything even remotely close to that, and he could not really picture him saying that. 

“Sure he will,” IV got up and walked out of the room without II. 

II laid in bed, he curled back up and was sinking back into his melancholy when a body laid down behind him. A familiar scent, a familiar chin digging into his shoulder now. Vessel. Footsteps behind him. 

“Damn you, IV,” 

“Hi,” Vessel rumbled into his ear. He had a sleepy voice. 

“Did he wake you up?” 

“I didn’t know my sweetheart was in here suffering,” he replied, ducking the question. “Do you wanna try?” 

“Oh! And he told you? IV! I hate you,” 

“No, you don’t,” IV replied. 

“Do you wanna try?” Vessel curled around II, wrapping him up. “We could do it just like this, if you wanted. Slow and sweet and soft,” II felt him shift again, and could feel him starting to get hard about it. “IV can stay the whole time, tell you you’re a good boy, yeah?” 

“‘M a good boy?” II mumbled. Vessel had his attention now. 

“Yes, you’re my good boy,” II felt warmth spreading over his cheekbones. “You’re turning pink, baby. You think you wanna try? I won’t try til you tell me you want this,” II groaned then. He could feel Vessel’s entire body against him, he definitely didn’t want to move now. Vessel was hard, and IV was in the room though. It was… odd. “We don’t have to,” Vessel pushed the hair off of II’s neck and then kissed it. 

“O-okay,” 

“Okay, what?” Vessel was always clear about consent. 

“We…can try. Like this,” II mumbled. Oh, this is going to hurt. Vessel gently worked his pants down. And II’s. Where did the lube come from? He wondered, when he heard the bottle open. 

“Pretty thing. Pretty ass. You’re so sweet,” Vessel murmured in his ear. The rumble of his voice was soothing to II. Vessel’s long, long fingers slid between II’s cheeks. II did like Vessel’s fingers inside of him. He relaxed. Vessel always got the lube so warm and his fingers were so long and then he pushed one inside of II. IV’s voice drifted across the space. 

“You being good for him?” 

“Uh huh,” II muttered. Vessel found his prostate. His cock was perking up rapidly. Vessel had really talented fingers and oh. II was starting to feel really good. Vessel felt good behind him. 

“Yeah, I know you are. Look at your face, you get so sweet for him when he’s making you feel good, don’t you,” II nodded. Vessel slid another finger in him then, making him squeak. 

“Shh, shh, good boy, you’re okay, see, it feels good after a moment, relax for me,” Vessel cooed at him. His voice was so nice, II listened. And when he did relax, it did start to feel good. 

“That’s three fingers, what a sweet thing you are,” IV’s voice said he was grinning. II thought he might melt. 

“Oh, he just melted when you said that, IV,” II exhaled hard out of his nose. He was throbbing now. Vessel’s fingers felt wonderful. There was a tiny bit of sting, a tiny bit of burn, but II honestly didn’t even mind it. He felt good. Vessel was so warm and nice wrapped around him and IV was cooing the sweetest, nicest words at him. Vessel shifted around. 

“Deep breath, lovebug, yeah?” Vessel said then, after his fingers had left II. Warm, heavy heat pressed against II then, and he knew it was Vessel’s cockhead. 

“Shit,” 

“No, no. Relax,” IV commanded then. He tried his best. 

“There you go, yeah, just breathe deep, it’s going to feel so good,” he was able to relax then. Vessel was inside of him. Just a bit, but he was there. “Don’t move, just for a second,” he said then, and more lube was being pushed between II’s cheeks. Vessel worked his cock further inside of II. He touched something then, and II saw stars. 

“Oh!” he couldn’t help but gasp out. 

“There he is,” Vessel and IV both said together, their voices pitched so low and surrounding II as he began to really enjoy himself. 

“You’re tight, sweetheart. You feel so good around me,” Vessel shifted again. “You took all of me, brave boy. I’m going to start moving, is that okay?” II nodded. He was very full right now. But, Vessel and IV had been right. He’d relaxed and he did feel good. Weird, but good. Full, tight, heavy. Like maybe he wanted Vessel to move. 

“Okay,” talking was kind of hard, but he did it. Vessel started to move. He hooked one huge hand over II’s thigh and pushed his leg up. That changed how full II felt and he squealed. 

“Oh, listen to those pretty noises, Ves,” 

“You sound so sweet,” Vessel crooned. He has such a nice voice. His movements felt weird, but also good now. II was beginning to think he’d like to do this again. “Yeah?” 

“Oh, did I say that out loud?” 

“Y’said you’d like to do this again,” IV chimed in. 

“Mm…maybe,” 

“Yeah, I bet,” Vessel moved again, driving a noise out of II. He was moving more, faster, chasing his own orgasm. II was in awe that he wasn’t in agony. 

“You’re so good,” Vessel grunted then. He kept moving, kept pushing, drilling his hips against II’s ass. “M’gonna cum,” 

“Inside him, he can take it, sweet thing,” Vessel listened. He pushed harder and faster until he tensed up. II could feel it. It was weird again, but Vessel was groaning in his ear and telling him he was so perfect, so he just… took it. Because he’s a good boy.

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HOOKEDHOBBIES KINKTOBER 2024

Day Eleven: gags/knife play

word count 875

masterpost

CW/TW: KNIFEPLAY. KNIVES USED ON SKIN. haunted house. getting abducted. male/masc reader.

OR Slasher!III moonlights as a haunted house scare actor...

“You’ll have to sign this consent form,” the young woman handed him a clipboard with a thick packet. “It’s standard stuff. Allows the actors to put their hands on you, put their weapons on you, but not uh. Draw blood. Just sign it and you can go in,” 

“They’ll touch me?” 

“It’s so they can drag you from room to room if they want. You know. All that stupid, trendy BookTok masked man stuff,” he made a face, wanting to act like that didn’t intrigue him. He signed all the same. She took the clipboard back. She stamped his hand, but the ink did not show under the regular lights. He could feel the dampness on the back of his hand. “Go ahead,” 

The doorway was covered by thick, blood red, velvet curtains. He inhaled and stepped forward, through them. They were heavy, and he was immediately accosted by an old basement type smell. The corridor felt like concrete, with cold air spiraling past him to leave through the curtain gap. He allowed it to close behind him. There was only one light way at the end, making it seem as though this corridor would go on forever. 

The light went out. 

He felt doors swinging open all the way down the corridor. Some lit with electric LED lights, others seemed to be glowing with literal flames. One doorway was pulsing red and green and blue LEDs, and he went for it. As soon as his foot crossed the threshold, the pulsing stopped and everything was lit an ominous red alone. It was darker than the red had been. The door he’d chosen had a maze within, curtains and doors and hallways lined everything. Several curtains fluttered. It was either a manufactured breeze, or someone was behind them. Cautiously, he stepped forward. He was aware he could be grabbed and moved. So, he moved slow, kept his weight low. He passed a suspicious curtain, passed two open doorways, passed three closed doors. He began to pick up the pace as the dark red tone began to pulse. It pulsed faster and faster, increasing his urgency as he found himself running down the hallway. He could not hear anything over his feet slapping against the wooden floor, so he tried to slow down. Tried to ignore his racing heart, which seemed to pulse in time with the light. He came to a dead end, with two branching hallways on either side. He veered left, walking quickly and quietly. In between steps, he heard it. 

A door opened. A strong arm wrapped around his middle, ripping him backwards. A scream lurched out of his throat, and a soft laugh sounded right in his ear. The chill of something sharp, which had to be a knife blade, pressed into his throat as he was dragged into the open door. The person hauling him backwards tsked at him. One huge hand splayed across his entire belly as he was dragged.  “Quiet now, or I’ll gag you,” he tried to swallow his scream, but more sound escaped. “Gag it is then, sweetheart,” the man holding him moved so swiftly, he barely registered the sudden switch in positions. A soft cloth gag pressed against his lips, between them and it was so swiftly knotted at the back of his head he did not know how to handle it. In an instant, drool was pooling, as his lips were pulled apart. “Since you can’t scream, sweetheart, you’ll need to tap me three times, three firm taps, if you truly want out. Nod if you agree,” he nodded. Then he was spun around. He was facing a mask, a frightening mask. It was gold, with a strange symbol carved into the forehead. The mouth was a black grate. “Don’t worry, I’m muzzled too,” his voice was soft. Then the masked man pressed a knife into his throat. He pressed until something gave way, a thin line of blood rolling down his throat. He’d been abducted, captured and gagged by this man. And now cut. The masked man was scoring thin red lines down his arms, watching. No blood was drawn, not yet, not on his arms. The man was simply scoring lines in his skin, watching the goosebumps burst forth. He felt strange. There was so much attention to detail, he could tell. His captor had a plan for him. “I am going to turn you into art,” heat pooled in his belly as he met nearly transparent blue eyes. Those eyes were twinkling, delighted. The man then danced the knife, decorated with blood, in front of his face. He tried to gasp, but the gag stopped the inflow of air. Shit. The blue eyes locked on him began to dance as he struggled. “You like this, don’t you?” he nodded frantically, as the man pressed the knife against his belt. Though he couldn’t see it, he felt as though he knew he’d raised his eyebrow behind that mask. He nodded more. The man slashed through his belt. “We’re going to have fun,”

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Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter 44

IV's pov.

TW/CW: fight. physical and words.

word count: 1056

ao3

masterpost

“Ives, wait!” II's voice echoed behind him. He stormed out of the gym into the sheeting rain, making his way toward his jeep. 

“No! Fuck you! I quit!” he shouted over the pouring rain. His heart was shattered. II wanted III to think he was hot. After…everything. After crying his heart out to II about the way Roxanne had made him feel. After that horrific incident at II’s place. After staying by his side through all of his shitty moments, through all of his “I know more than you”, after quitting his former training gig just to help II with the gym… II had betrayed him. It was enough to make each breath feel like sawdust in his lungs. It hurt. It hurt so bad. 

“Stop, IV, you don’t mean that! Talk to me, please,” II’s begging was more like yelling. “You don’t have context, or anything, please. You’re misunderstanding entirely. Let me explain!” he shouted, approaching IV, nearly cornering him by his Jeep. 

“Back the fuck up!” 

“No. Let me explain,” II was in his face. Rain was streaming down into his eyes. He blinked it out hard. II’s giant, beautiful blue eyes pinned him to the ground. “III saw me with Vessel the night after his opera. When we were…together. He was talking to Vessel about it, and said that he liked our…performance,” IV hauled off and slapped him. II”s head wheeled to the side. 

“How dare you. How fucking dare you, II,” he was seething. Rage boiled his blood. II couldn’t let him have this. Couldn’t let him have one person that loved him. It had to be II and IV, always. IV couldn’t exist without the model onto which he projected himself. The ever perfect, always better II. 

“How dare I have sex in my own partner’s house?” II’s voice had that distinct edge of rage to it. Well controlled, simmering, lying in wait rage. IV wasn’t having it anymore. He wanted a fight and he wanted it now. II had crossed every single line this time. He was trying to take III, the man IV loved. Loved more than he’d ever loved anyone…other than II, but he was too angry with II to give that thought the credit it deserved. 

“NO! YOU LUNATIC! HOW DARE YOU! How dare you think it’s okay for MY partner to think you’re attractive! How dare you shrug! How could you think it’s okay, after all I’ve been through with you? You can’t let me have anything! You’ve been talking wicked shit to Vessel about me, and now this? You two what…put your perfect heads together and conspired to take my boyfriend from me? You’ve been a really shitty friend lately, II,” IV heard the vitriol creep into his voice. He knew he was going to regret it before he said it, but he said it anyway. “Why can’t I have anything without you, II? Are you obsessed? Is Vessel not enough?” 

II’s punch landed in his chest. It knocked the wind out of him. 

“Maybe you’ll listen to my fists,” the fight was short and brutal. II threw him into his Jeep. He grabbed II’s shirt and slammed II back into the body of his vehicle. They were both soaked through, slipping out of each other’s grasps, landing punches on each other. IV ended up on the concrete after one brutal swipe to his knee. II busted his lip. He returned the favor, driving his fist into II’s nose. II tried to pin him, but he slid against the ground, escaping his grasp. He was so angry. He thought he had lost III to II and his shit hot boyfriend. Shit hot, stupid ass, perfect fucking Vessel. II tried to grab him again, tried to stop him from swinging. He swiped, sending II crashing to the ground again. They were both bleeding, II’s nose running blood like a faucet. He was going to be bruised, scratched and jobless in the morning. And…it felt good. It felt good to just wail on II, and get wailed on in return. II popped up, grabbed IV’s shirt and hauled him up as well. He then slammed him into his jeep again. He was scrambled by the impact, and II could tell. “Vessel and I want both of you. We’re not trying to take III,” he growled, beyond pissed now. The fight ran out of IV. 

“Both?” 

“Yes! If you’d listen to reason instead of fighting me, maybe we could have known that before we both got black eyes,” II spit blood onto the ground. He was breathing heavily and II was staring up at him. The rain washed down both of them. II caught his breath, keeping IV pinned to the Jeep. 

“Like…for sex?” he felt stupid, but exhilarated. Coming off the fight always felt good. His ribs throbbed, II had gotten a good hit in. Vessel wanted…him? II wanted him? It was almost incomprehensible. Vessel had II, why would he ever want IV? 

“We haven’t discussed all of that yet,” II was breathing hard, trying to recover from the fight. He inhaled roughly. “You…you can have stuff without me. If you don’t want any of that, we won’t do it. Of course, you have a choice. I’ll tell Vessel,” I have a choice. It was empowering. II was giving IV a choice, the direction was all his. 

“I…I don’t know. I want to talk to III,” he decided. 

“Of course. We need to all talk. But we won’t do anything unless you’re okay with it,” IV nodded. 

“I’m sorry,” 

“I’m sorry too. I’m sorry that you heard that, that you had to feel that way. I would never do anything to hurt you, Ivy. You’re my best friend in the world,” 

“Yeah…you're my best friend, too,” 

“I think we've got a lot to talk about,” 

He spit blood out of his mouth and nodded. II wiped the excess off his lip, though it would have been gone in a second. II looked at him in that paralyzing, big blue eyes, soft smile way he had. The way he looked at Vessel. IV stopped breathing under the force of that gaze, sent into a spiral by it. Then, II made sure he was completely dazed. II leaned up, grabbed the back of IV’s neck, and kissed IV. 

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THE BUTCHER AND THE SHADOW

For @polteergeistt

as promised (back in May, I know), I gift to you this campy funny serial killer III and stalker IV snippet. Enjoy!!

CW/TW: death. character death. III and IV literally kill someone. dead dove do not eat. they're also kind of horny about it.

word count: 1353

“You don't think it's wrong?” IV’s voice rang out pitchy and unsure. 

“Naw, I mean what are you really doing that's all bad? They don't even know you're looking, man. If they really wanted privacy, they'd close their curtains,” 

“I think it's called stalking, but, I want to look,” 

“Just look?” III inquired. His eyes lit with a very concerning look. His mouth twisted into a disturbing smirk. “What would you do, if you had them in your hands, IV?” 

“In my hands?” his face scrunched up, thinking of all the things he’d do if he actually had the object of his desire within his grasp. III handed him something. It’s a mask that would cover his whole face, black with a gold muzzle. III grinned, showing IV the mask’s equal opposite. IV was terribly confused. He was still thinking of all the things he’d do once he had them in his hands, shifting uncomfortably when he started to get hard. 

“It’s October. Let’s see if they’re going to a Halloween party tonight,” III’s eyes were lit up still, twisted in delight and turning white blue. 

“You mean? Together?” III was a demon, the Butcher, that thing that the news cycle couldn’t get enough of. IV was a common stalker. “I don’t… I’m not-” 

“Shhh, IV. I’ll show you everything,” III was terribly excited now, and would likely be taking IV’s target out with or without him. IV began to nod, assenting to this strange twist of his Saturday night. “We can even bring them back here, if you want. String them up, cut the major arteries so that they’re coated in their own blood,” IV inhaled sharply at the image that III was painting. III was playing around on his phone while IV willed his dick to go down. “Yep, look. Party tonight. They even posted the address, what a moron,” III laughed. “Easy kill,” 

III was wrong, but it was even more fun that way. 

The house was huge, filled with drunken mummies and high ghosts. They fit right in with their masks on. 

“Woah, dude, cool Butcher costume! He’s a freak. And who’s he?” some guy in a Ghostface mask asked, gesturing at IV. 

“My Shadow,” III replied before IV could say anything. 

“Ooo, right on, freaky dudes!” no one even paused to think that this was the actual Butcher in front of them. In fact, most people were heaping praise onto them both about the costumes and their creativity. 

“What if the real Butcher decides to get you? For stealing his look?” someone asked III. III had easily integrated them into a giant group of people, including IV’s target in a half assed ghost costume, with holes cut in a top sheet. III cackled. 

“I’d like to see him try,” was his snappy response to the..duckling, maybe? Mostly yellow fishnets and a feathered tail. IV wanted the ghost on their knees before him. He was sort of drilling holes in the side of their head. III slapped his thigh, snapping him out of it. “Dude, you could like. Chill the fuck out on the stalker staring,” III sort of whispered through gritted teeth. 

“Sorry,” IV mumbled. The party progressed. The ghost stood up and walked out onto the back porch. 

“Go. Now,” III commanded IV. They both got up, and followed the ghost, who was puking over the balcony. 

“Oh, shit man. You okay?” IV immediately asked, unthinking. The ghost was unable to answer, because they were in the middle of vomiting their guts up. Once they stopped, IV tried again. “Yo, ghostie, you good?” 

“I’m a,” hiccup, “fuckin’ poltergeist, you ass,” the ghost, well, poltergeist, retorted. 

“Okay, ghostboy, seems like you’ve had too much to drink. Can we call anyone for you, take you anywhere?” III interjected. 

“H-home,” III’s eyes widened in delight. He was very intentionally misinterpreting what they had requested. 

“Home. You got it,” and III hoisted them up over his shoulder. They all made their way through the party, and not one person even tried to stop them while they carried their mark out of the house. Getting the ghost into the car was easy, but once III started driving in what was the wrong direction from the ghost’s perspective, they started freaking out. IV was in the back with them. He quickly used a seat belt to restrain their hands. 

“Alright, alright. Calm down,” IV told them as he bound them. They just started kicking instead, so he wrenched their legs across his lap and he used another seat belt to restrain them. Thankfully, III had a huge vintage American car with a giant bench in the back. “If you’re good, I’ll untie you. But you’re not being good, so I’m not going to untie you,” 

“You’re a quick study, IV,” III laughed. This was going to be so fun, especially since IV seemed so well suited to the games III liked to play. III looked at him from the rearview for a moment, taking in that wide, stocky build of his shoulders. Oh, I wonder if he'd fuck me in front of our victim… 

The way III was looking at IV had him thinking he might do more than just kill someone tonight. 

III whipped the vehicle into his driveway. Lucky he'd cleaned out his basement the other day. Fresh tools, clean table, new rope. And now a new partner. And fresh meat. 

“Shall we string him up? Skin him? Make him scream?” IV had ideas about what to do with the writhing poltergeist in his hands. He gripped him firmly, likely bruising his biceps. “Let's get him into your basement, I want to dye his pretty blue hair with his blood,” IV was in it now, and he was battling a raging hardon thinking about killing his little victim with III.

III was ecstatic, helping IV wrangle the squirming man down into his basement. He got ropes on him as the poltergeist screamed. He thrashed and bit at IV, and III loved the teeth marks he left on him. “You look so cute with those teeth marks in your arms,” III purred. He tested the knots binding the poltergeist, and then strung him up.  III pulled his favorite knife out of his belt. The poltergeist screamed again on seeing it. IV snatched it out of his hand and lunged. He got right in the poltergeist’s face, pressing the knife hard against his throat. Blood bloomed on the knife’s edge. The screaming stopped. 

“Oh fuck, that's good,” IV groaned. III stalked up behind him and pressed against IV so that IV could feel III's entire body. Including his boner. 

“I can make it even better,” he whispered into IV’s ear. IV arched that spectacular ass back into III as he dragged the knife through the poltergeist's clothing. The knife was sharp enough that a thin red line bloomed on his skin as IV sliced through the clothing. His ghost sheet was long gone. III wrapped his hand around IV's and began to use it to torture the poltergeist. He sliced ribbons into the young man's arms and torso. 

“Are you going to kill me?” the poltergeist was nearly strangled by fear, but he had the balls to ask. 

“Yes, of course, love. That’s what makes it fun,” IV purred. III’s eyes lit at that, and his dick shot straight up so fast he thought he’d break his pants about it. III couldn’t help it, he stabbed right into the poltergeist’s abdomen. Blood came out of his mouth then. IV stuck his fingers in his mouth, painting his lips with his blood. 

“Aww, you gave him lipstick,” III grinned. IV returned the look, and III tugged the knife out of his gut. “I’m gonna slit his throat,” 

“Let me,” IV grabbed the knife from III and pressed it to the poltergeist’s throat. His blue hair shined under the cold light of the basement. The knife cut through his neck easily, blood pouring out and down his body. As the light stuttered out in the poltergeist’s eyes, III and IV gazed at one another.

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EDGE(ING) FITNESS UPDATE:

Hi everyone. I am going to shed a little bit of light on my next two POV cycles, how they're being written and when they're coming out.

So, as you know, Edge(ING) Fitness is currently published through Chapter 39/XXXIX.

Chapters 40 through 48 are going to be written together and will be coming out for eight consecutive days, twenty-four hours between each one. They will not be coming out until December.

Once they are ready, as I said, there will be a chapter drop each day for eight consecutive days.

So, that being said, after this two chapter cycle arc, what would you guys like to see from the Edgies? I do mean little things, not entire plot lines or anything of the sort. Anything you want to explore? Let me know.

And, if you've read this far, I'd love to indulge you with a teeny sneak peak:

"You watched...you saw II blowing me?"

"I swear, I didn't mean to. It just...happened. I was scared, because of the thing with Ivy,"

"The thing?"

"You know. Where I told him I love him,"

"Right. The thing you haven't told me about because you've been ignoring me for a whole week. You're a mess, III,"

"I knoooooooow. I just... I wanted to apologize, is all. For seeing that," a dirty little thought swept through Vessel. He thought he might know a way to get III to stop feeling so guilty.

"Well...what'd you think?" III stared blankly at him. Like a computer crashing.

"Of what?"

"II,"

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Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter XXIV

Ivy's POV.

explicit.

ao3

masterpost

Ivy sprinted. He was flat out running, thinking of exactly what awaited him in his Wrangler. His bag was swinging around, almost slowing him down. He hadn't had a single thought sprinting off the field other than celebrating, and that had manifested in him kissing III as aggressively as he could. He'd just barely come to terms with the fact that he wanted this man in his bed, and he wasn't about to wait for him to realize that he was the off brand version of II. He was going to take III to heaven. Now. Or the back of his Jeep. Whichever came first. It's gonna be III if I get my way. His thoughts were running as fast as his legs. He finally made it to his Jeep and ripped the gate open, flinging his bag into the trunk. III lunged at him, swinging around the gate and cornering him against the body of the jeep. 

“III,” His voice came out almost wrecked, heavy with desire. III was wrapped around him, caging Ivy with his body. 

“IV,” III returned the tone, tenor and energy. His face was against Ivy's, and Ivy wanted to pull all of the air he exhaled right into his own mouth. Ivy flung his hand out, scrabbling along the back of his backseat before finding the release. The whole bench flung toward the front of the vehicle, rocking it with the force. 

“Get in,” he kissed the corner of III's mustache. III didn't move. “I mean, unless you want to wait the forty minutes it takes to get to my place,” III moved. Ivy followed, hands on III's thighs. He pushed those thighs wide, making room so he could sit between III's legs. His hands ran patterns down III's legs. III, the fucking minx, wrapped a leg around Ivy's lower back and pulled. Ivy happily surged forward, the material of his shorts sliding against III's jeans and causing vibrations to run down the length of Ivy's dick. Heat and hardness was rubbing right against him, and III's hands were in his hair. He slid his hands down around III's cute little ass and yanked. He pulled all of III, who really was light as a feather, against him so that he could keep both feet on the ground. 

“I've wanted this…” III panted, dragging a line of wet, open mouth kisses down Ivy's throat. Goosebumps blossomed, but Ivy wasn't sure if it was from desire or from III’s mustache. Ivy was feeling everything at a heightened level. He was full of adrenaline, and really wanted to just get anything from III that he could. III's hands were everywhere. Squeezing his ass, running up his back, rucking his jersey up to trace over his belly. Ivy was amped up. He couldn't stop running his hands anywhere he could reach, almost mirroring III. The familiar fabric of his sweatshirt, wrapped around the object of his desire, was driving him to push up against III harder. His hips were pumping, rubbing his dick against III's, in an almost mindless manner. He realized he was actually chasing an orgasm, and started to slow down. III wasn't having it. He kept moving, increasing the friction against Ivy. 

“Shit, God, you feel so fucking good,” he kissed III again, nipping at III's lower lip and making him gasp. Ivy used the opportunity, sliding his tongue against III's and making III sing. A high pitched, needy, bitchy little moan coming from III had Ivy humping against him like a mutt. Oh my god, wait. Shit. I'm gonna cum. “Hell, stop, slow down, just…one second,” 

“I don't wanna,” III groaned, burying his head against Ivy's throat. He bucked his hips one more time and Ivy. 

“Baby, please, I'm gonna cum if you don't give me a second,” III then bit into his throat and slammed forward, erratic and scrambled. Big hands wrapped around Ivy's ass once again as III jerked Ivy's hips more firmly into his own. III then froze.

“Shit,” III whispered into Ivy's throat. Ivy pulled back a bit to look at III. He was pretty sure he knew what had just happened, but he wasn't certain. III avoided his eyes, looking at the ground. “Um…m'sorry…” 

“Sorry? Do you not want to…,” it might be cruel, but he wanted to hear III say it. 

“No, I just…um…,” III's hand ran down Ivy's arm, grabbing his hand and guiding it to the front of his jeans. “Um…sorry. It just. You just. It felt really good,” Ivy could feel that his jeans were damp. He could also feel that III was pretty damn big. He wanted that in his mouth. 

“Baby… did you..?” III pulled his head back up, and his face was fully red. He nodded, and made a little noise. Ivy tried to, but couldn't stop the smile from taking over his face. An idea popped into his head, a way to get III in his bed. “Can I tempt you into coming to my place to clean up?” III nodded in response. 

“Um…do you have pants I could borrow?” III's voice was small, adorable. Ivy grinned more. He couldn't help it. Around III, his cheeks hurt because he was smiling so often. 

“Yeah, babe,” he pulled back so III could shuffle out of his way. 

“Also I'm keeping your sweatshirt,” III giggled, and then spoke again. “Thanks for kidnapping me,” 

“It was fun. I'm glad you came,” a shiteating grin on his face, he turned back to III with sweats in his hand. III was staring. Stone faced. Indignation written on his face. “Uh…too far?” Then III cracked up, cackling to the sky. He looked so beautiful, Ivy wasn't sure he was breathing. He was disheveled, in Ivy's sweatshirt and cum stained jeans, laughing. I could fall in love with him. Ivy's eyes went wide at the thought, and he shifted.

“Alright, very funny. I'm just gonna...uh... is there a bathroom?” 

“Oh, uh, it's locked this late. Just stand behind the gate, angle it like this,” Ivy adjusted the gate so that it would hide III while he put on the sweats. He thought about trying to see, but decided against It. 

“Err…okay,” III sounded unsure but he could hear him shuffling around behind the gate. Ivy averted his eyes only because he could see just how embarrassed III had become from cumming so quickly. It was seriously adorable, but III didn't seem to think so. “Okay, I'm done. Can we go to yours now?” 

“You're in my clothes,” that was doing things to Ivy's brain. III was in his clothes. 

“Yeah, I guess I am,” III laughed. “I'm cold. Can we go?” 

“‘Course, babe,” 

The drive was pretty long. But III kept telling Ivy stuff. He was on Ivy's phone, selecting songs. He showed Ivy a band, Alpha Wolf, that Ivy really liked. 

“Vessel stole my hoodie of theirs, and I haven't seen it in two years,” III tried to sound annoyed. It didn't really work, but Ivy understood. 

They finally pulled up to Ivy's place. Small. Bricks. Clean. It was home for him. Had been for years now. 

“Are you hungry? I could make you something if you wanted,” Ivy offered into the dark silence of his Jeep, now turned off. 

“You can cook?” 

“A bit. Mostly easy stuff. Like stir fry. I've got some flank steak I really need to use… if you like beef and broccoli?” 

“That sounds amazing,” III nearly moaned. It reminded Ivy that he had not cum, and his dick was perking right up at the noise. Together they went inside. Ivy threw his bag down and cornered III in the entryway. “Hi,” III smiled down at Ivy, who was pressed up against him. “Need something?” III looked down that beautiful aquiline nose at him, and Ivy just couldn’t help himself. He lunged, swooping down and throwing III over his shoulder. 

“You’re coming with me,” he marched III down the hall and into his bedroom. He threw III down on the bed and crawled up on top of him. III was grinning like the Cheshire cat. 

“I think I know what you want,” and III moved faster than Ivy was processing. He grabbed Ivy’s hips, and flipped them both so that Ivy was against the bed. “D’you like. Well. Can I suck your dick?” III asked, point blank. Ivy’s eyes rolled back in his head at the blunt question, because all he could think of was that hot mouth around his dick. “C’mon pretty boy. I wanna make those eyes roll back again,” 

“Y-yeah. Okay,” he lifted his hips and III ripped his rugby shorts down. “I’m sweaty though,” 

“Perfect,” III ran a finger just under the waistband of his boxer briefs. He leaned down and ran his nose over the ridge of Ivy’s cock, still trapped. Ivy could hear him inhale, and his dick had its own heartbeat now. He could hear a noise, and when III looked back up at him, he realized it was him. He had whined. Jesus. Then III ripped his underwear down. Just a second later, heat engulfed the head of his dick. He groaned, pushing his hands into III’s hair and pulling. 

“Shit, I’ve wanted to pull your hair so bad,” and he did pull. III hummed, driving vibrations up Ivy’s dick. Tightness gathered in his belly. Shit. Shit. “What is it about you? I’m so close already,” he mused aloud. With that, III took all of Ivy into his mouth, into his throat and swallowed. Once. Twice. III looked up, meeting Ivy’s eyes. Big sea glass eyes had Ivy going absolutely crazy. Ivy did not stop himself from fucking into III’s throat as he began to cum. Stars burst behind his eyes. A hand was against his, and he automatically loosened his grip on III’s hair. It was soft. III swallowed again, and his nerves started to spark, oversensitive. III eased him out of his throat. Long fingers wiped at the corner of III’s mouth. Ivy was entranced. III put his middle and ring finger against his tongue, cleaning the spit and cum off. He flashed that grin that had first infuriated Ivy. 

“You said something about dinner?”

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Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter XXXVIII

II's POV.

NSFW.

Vessel’s hands were wrapped around his ass, and his dick was throbbing against Vessel’s belly. Vessel was marching with a singular purpose through his home and even up the stairs. His balance while carrying II was making II even harder. Vessel was just…so…capable. He could sing like an angel, could lift a ridiculous amount of weight, and somehow liked II. II was overwhelmed, and he began to kiss up Vessel’s neck to cover for it, wanting to just burrow his head into Vessel's neck and let Vessel take care of everything. Vessel craned his neck, allowing II to better kiss Vessel’s warm skin. It was musky and a little bit sweaty, likely from performing and then their makeout session on the couch. Vessel dropped II and he landed on a bed. Vessel’s bed. Vessel flicked a lamp on. Then, Vessel leaned right down in II’s face and moved forward so that II leaned backwards, down onto the bed. II realized he was allowing Vessel to run this show. Part of him wanted to let it continue, but part of him wanted to wrench control from Vessel's capable hands and ruin him. Later… or now. He reared up and bit Vessel’s lip, already slightly swollen from earlier.

“Hey,” Vessel chastised, and a deep heat blossomed in II's belly. It tightened his muscles and warmed his abdomen.

“Hi,” II breathed.

“Smartass,” Vessel rolled his eyes and then laid completely on top of II. He used his knee, sliding it under II's leg and forcing II's whole leg up and out. His belly clenched again at the change in position, feeling Vessel open his legs for him. “Look at you,” Vessel breathed, almost to himself. He sat back and just…put a hand right on II's dick. The contact, even with his clothes in the way, made II jump. Pleasure danced up his body as he watched Vessel continue to touch him. “You’re perfect,” Vessel moved quickly then, hand breaking II’s waistband and actually touching skin. He flushed at the new contact, feeling blood pooling…everywhere. He looked up at Vessel’s face then, and saw that Vessel had turned the prettiest shade of pink he’d ever seen. He remembered the first time he had seen that deep blush, when he’d been on his knees in front of Vessel, wrapping his ankle up. Vessel made contact with his hard dick, jolting him out of the memory. He bucked into Vessel’s touch, almost moaning. Vessel moved his hand, grabbing II’s pants and trying to pull them off.

“Hang on, there’s a button on the inside,” he knocked Vessel’s hand out of the way to get to the inner button and help get his pants off. Vessel chuckled at him knocking his hand away. A deep, low, throaty chuckle that made II rear back up and kiss him again. This time, he hooked both legs around Vessel's waist and flipped both of them. Vessel gasped and then moaned when he rolled his hips against Vessel. He did it again and watched Vessel’s beautiful eyes roll back. He ripped his pants off, unable to take it for another second. Then he went after Vessel’s as well. Vessel was not equipped with a secret button, just sweats. II tore his pants down and short circuited. Vessel did not have anything else on. He was perfect. II's eyes were glued to Vessel's dick. Every single inch. All uh…seven. Maybe. II had never been awesome at measuring. He was definitely noticeably bigger than him. He leaned down to take the head into his mouth, but Vessel stopped him. An embarrassingly high pitched whine fell out of his mouth when he met Vessel's gaze.

“There will be time for that later. I need you inside of me. Now,” this wasn't exactly what he had expected when Vessel had brought him up here. Normally, he was the one taking it, because he was shorter and smaller. But…Vessel's eyes were clear. He wanted II.

“Yes, sir,” II breathed. Vessel launched backwards, flailing one arm toward the nightstand without looking. He snagged what he had been looking for. Lube. II pulled it out of his hand, and uncapped it. Vessel spread his legs then. It was obscene, it was beautiful, he thought that Vessel deserved to be absolutely ruined. He wanted to make him cry. He wanted his dick in his mouth. Vessel widened his legs slightly, making his asshole visible, in a clear invitation. II dripped lube on his fingers. A sinister little idea struck him, and he spit on Vessel’s cute pink little asshole. Vessel groaned, throwing his head back and showing II his gorgeous neck. Then, he began to work Vessel open. One finger at a time, but before he really got both his middle and ring finger in, Vessel was squirming around on his hand, begging for him. II could not believe he was here. Could not believe he had Vessel worked open and splayed out for him, begging for him.

“II, please, I'm ready, I swear, I just want your cock inside of me, I can see how hard you are, just, please give it to me. I did so well tonight and I deserve it,” Vessel's tone was begging, pleading, and reasoning all at once. He pushed his hips down, swallowing up three of II's fingers in one go. “See?! I'm ready,”

“Alright, yeah, yeah, you're ready,” II could hear desire rumbling in his own voice, which had dropped an octave or two because of it. He slid forward, arranging Vessel's pretty, creamy thighs over his own. “You sure?” He asked one more time. Vessel sat up, nose to nose.

“Wreck me,” he bit his throat and laid back down. Yes, sir. II thought. He pushed closer, lining himself up. The second he was in position, the moment his dick was notched inside of Vessel, Vessel pushed down. He took II all the way in. II thought he might cum then and there.

“Shit, fuck,” he thrust up in response. He was buried in Vessel. Vessel was so hot, so tight, slick from lube and his spit. That thought had him fighting an orgasm back. His spit. His boy. His Vessel.

“Ah, you feel so good,” Vessel's voice was higher now that he was stuffed. “S-so good,” his hand moved, almost as if he was going to start jerking himself off. Perfect idea. II took his lubed up fingers and wrapped them around Vessel. Vessel bucked up into his hand and then back down. “Shit, move, please,”

“As you wish,” II smiled. Then he found a rhythm, one that Vessel liked. He paused when Vessel's dick thickened in his hand.

“Hey!” Vessel's eyes snapped open, glaring at him. He laughed then. Vessel's dick twitched when he laughed. II raised an eyebrow. “What? I like your laugh,” Vessel put a hand over his face.

“Oh, no. No hiding from me,” II grabbed his hand and pinned it down by his side. He brought Vessel to the brink once more.

“Are you…are you edging me?” Vessel seemed incredulous. Shit, whoops.

“Uhh…maybe a little bit?” Vessel bucked down then, and clenched.

“Make. Me. Cum.” He demanded. II smiled, Vessel made him smile all the time.

“Who am I to refuse?” He resumed his original rhythm, this time with no intention of stopping. Vessel was pretty keyed up and it just didn't take long for him to spray pearly strands of cum all the way up his broad chest. That sight. Vessel spread out, speared on his cock, still rolling through his orgasm. That took II over the edge. He buried himself hard in Vessel and came. A lot. His dick pulsed and twitched. Vessel hummed. A deep, low, resonating note, just for a moment. II leaned down and licked every inch of Vessel he could reach. Salty, tangy, thick semen, distinctly Vessel. He showed it to Vessel, pearls on his tongue, who stared slack jawed. He grinned, made a show of swallowing. Vessel groaned, his spent dick jumping at the sight.

II did not remember falling asleep. It was dark out still. He must not have been out for long. Vessel's alarm clock said 5:39 AM. Vessel was asleep, flat on his back, and had kicked all the sheets off. II could just barely see by the clock light. The room smelled like sex. II wanted to make it worse. He rolled over and kissed Vessel's cheek. Vessel didn't stir. He kissed his neck. Vessel stirred. He moved, opening his neck. II kissed, opening his mouth and licking. He worried the skin of Vessel's neck between his teeth, just a little. Just enough to leave a red mark, but no lasting bruise.

“II…?” Vessel mumbled in the dark.

“Yeah, babe,” II shifted. He put a hand on Vessel's chest. Vessel mumbled.

“S'early,”

“I know…,”

“Whaddya want?” Vessel was still three quarters of the way asleep and slurring accordingly. II said the words before he could choke them down.

“I wanna suck your dick,”

“G'ahead, love,” Vessel replied. II did not wait for anything else. He moved down the bed as fast as he could. Vessel's dick was mostly soft, but that didn't deter him. He took the soft cockhead in his mouth and enjoyed it. He sucked softly, feeling it, the texture making him groan deep in his throat. “M’gonna watch,” Vessel murmured, turning the lamp on. Vessel moaned above him, cock rising in II's mouth. He felt a giant hand in his loose hair. Vessel was slow to harden, and II loved it. Ves pet his hair, gathering it into a short ponytail. II sucked more vigorously. Vessel was hard. II was happy. He had his pretty pink dick in his mouth, just barely getting salty precum out of him. He sucked harder, pressing his tongue to the flared ridge on the underside of Vessel's dick. Vessel was moaning, pushing II down on his cock more. That giant hand in his hair was doing things to his mind. He wasn't in a rush to make Vessel cum. He was just enjoying the full feeling in his mouth, enjoying the texture and smell. Vessel and sex. Vessel seemed to be enjoying it as well, and when II snaked a finger into his mouth to make it wet, Vessel moaned. He felt II’s finger, no doubt. II used the spit to gently ease one finger inside of Vessel, finding his prostate easily. Ves bucked hard then, involuntarily. II choked. He pulled off, making a really unattractive noise.

“Awh, too much?” Vessel put a hand on II's cheek.

“N-no,” II pulled Vessel back into his mouth. He had taken that second to rearrange so he could hump against a pillow while blowing Vessel. Now he wanted to make Vessel see stars. He gathered his spit off the base of Vessel's dick, and used it again as makeshift lube. Lucky he was so messy about it, and was able to get enough spit to actually push inside. He found his prostate again, and this time was prepared for the movement. He worked hard, hollowing his cheeks and swallowing. The head of Vessel's dick popped into his throat and he swallowed around it. He humped against the pillow like a damn dog, hearing Vessel enjoying everything he was doing. Vessel's hand was buried in his hair again as he showed no mercy to his prostate. Vessel howled, calling II's name out and cumming down his throat.

Neither of them saw III watching from the hallway.

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Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter 42

II's POV

warning: angst/cliffhanger ahead!

ao3

masterpost

word count: 1115

“Vessel!” II called out on seeing him come through the gym door. He was soaked. It was raining hard out. A big raindrop slid off his lashes. III came in behind him. He smiled, seeing them together. He knew that Vessel had been stressed out recently, because III had been ignoring him for reasons unknown. “III, Ives is in a class right now, but he should be out in about ten minutes if you want to see him,” III nodded and walked deeper into the gym. I really should make him get a membership at some point. 

“Do you have a minute, love?” Vessel didn't normally ask to chat. Not when he had a workout lined up. 

“Um, yeah, I have a moment,” he flagged down one of his employees, a new guy that Ives had brought on from his team. The guy pulled his headphones off one ear. “Can you watch the desk for a second?” 

“Yep,” he leaned on the desk, watching the door and popping his headphone back over his ear. 

“Back office?” He asked, turning to Vessel and holding his hand out. Vessel took his hand and followed. Once they were alone in the back office, he turned to Vessel. “What’s up?” 

“III saw us together, after my opera. That’s why he’s ignored me for a week,” 

“What do you mean? He brought me to your opera. Why would he ignore you after that?” II was confused, and kind of angry. III took him there, he doesn't get to be mad that they were together after the show. Hell, he took him backstage. “I can’t believe he would bring me there and then get upset about it,” Vessel giggled once, twice. He held a hand over his mouth, trying to compose himself. 

“N-no,” another giggle. His giggles are so cute. “He uh…let himself in the next morning. Around six?” 5:39 AM in soft red light. II could not help his outburst. 

“He watched me blow you?!” Vessel flinched at his volume. “Sorry, sorry. Um. He watched me blow you?” he brought his voice down into a reasonable range. Vessel nodded. 

“He did, apparently. He came to my house today to talk to me about it,” 

“What was there to talk about?” II was relieved - III hadn’t gotten mad at Vessel for his own actions. He didn’t think III or Vessel would take to his lecturing the same way Ivy did… though Ivy did not seem to be tolerating it as much as he used to. III had given him a lot more spine than normal, he thought. But…then again. III watched him pleasure his partner. What fucking business did III have doing that? Why was he just waltzing into Vessel’s home? 

“Well…apparently he has a fantasy about it now. He wished he’d had his boyfriend there, wished they could have joined us,” Vessel met II's gaze, still almost giggling. II stared at Vessel. He watched for any give away as to what Vessel thought of that idea. He wouldn’t say anything. Held his face in check. “He also thought we were hot. Said you were talented,” Vessel laughed then. He followed that with a shrug. “I guess…I think he’s hot too. I like the idea anyway,” Vessel got shy when he said it, looked down at the ground. II wondered about it. Thought it would be hot, actually. He had ignored it, but he did think III was attractive. Though, he was really annoyed that III had silently watched him blow Ves. But Vessel had mentioned Ivy being there too. He tried to downplay the thrill starting to run through him at the idea of having more men, especially Ivy, in his bedroom. The idea of being at the center of all of that? II felt his face warm. Letting himself think about Ivy, remembering Ivy in all the maddeningly attractive states II had seen him in. The shorts… the smile. Drenched after a game. Relaxed on a couch on a Sunday, reading. Ivy… He'd look perfect, sex drunk and curled around Vessel. Vessel. Vessel was looking at him. He must have been staring into space. 

“I don’t mind that he watched us. Or wants more. He can think we’re hot,” II shrugged, downplaying his interest. The thought of Ivy on his knees, of Vessel in Ivy’s mouth… his own mouth ran dry at the prospect. He had never really considered it before, but with the idea in front of him. He desperately wanted to try it at least once. 

“Vessel, please leave,” the voice came from behind II. Ivy’s voice was so twisted with anger, II just barely recognized it. The last time II had heard that voice, it had been the day Roxy had tried to assault him. In some misguided attempt to hurt Ivy, she had broken into his place, made Ivy sit with her until he got home and then tried to fuck him. In front of Ivy. It was horrific, the cops had been called, it was a mess. 

“Oh, um, hi Ivy,” 

“Leave. Now.” Vessel shot a look toward him. II looked over at IV, saw anger twisting Ivy’s face into something pained.

“Go, Vessel. I’ll talk to you later,” Vessel slunk out the door, shooting a nervous glance between the two of them. The second the door clicked shut, Ivy unloaded. 

“He can think we’re hot!? Are you fucking serious? Why do you always have to take someone away from me? First Roxy, and now III? You know I love him!” II wanted to rear up in self defense. He hadn’t meant that. Ivy hadn’t caught a majority of the conversation. He didn’t, though. He bit every word back. Ivy was spitting mad, raging at II now.  

“Ivy, please. Calm down. That’s… it isn’t like that. How much did you actually hear?” 

“I heard you saying my boyfriend can think you’re hot! How the fuck could you ever find that appropriate? Especially after Roxanne?” II’s head snapped up when he heard Ivy use Roxy’s full name. He never normally did that. That meant he was beyond angry. Shit. 

“Roxanne wasn’t my fault,” was all II could think to say. He didn’t explain, couldn’t explain, needed to explain. He didn’t know how to tell Ivy that it was III who had said it, didn't know how to tell Ivy that III had wanted Ivy there too. 

“I could fucking kill you,” IV snarled. He was at a loss. Ivy turned away, throwing his hands up and storming out of the back office. II knew he had fucked up this time. 

Nevertheless, he put one foot in front of the other, running to catch IV.