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"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

He could see Deacon's eyebrows raise over his ever-present sunglasses. "Sounds serious Macky. Wait..." He put his hand over his heart. "You're not breaking up with me are you?"

Mac exchanged a look with Nora. Nora said nothing but sucked her teeth as if holding back a laugh.

Deacon followed the exchange, his curiosity piqued. "Oh God that's it isn't it? Just tell me what I did Mac. I'll change, I swear."

This time Nora did laugh and Mac mumbled something that sounded like Jesus Christ followed by a bitten back swear.

Deacon loved getting him to swear. He was already thinking of what to say next when Mac's next words caught him completely off guard. "You are attracted to me, aren't you?"

Mac rushed on while Deacon shot Nora an accusatory glance. "You're always flirting."

Nora put up her hands. "It's about time the boys got their bedtime story."

Deacon kept his eyes on her retreating back if only to avoid Mac's stare. But when the crawling feeling it caused under his skin became too much he turned his head towards him. "I flirt with everybody." He gave him his famous grin. "Don't take it too hard."

Mac's face said he didn't believe a word coming out of Deacon's mouth, but that was usual.

Mac took a deep breath, obviously controlling himself. "Can you please just be real with me?"

Deacon felt his jaw tighten. He forced it and the rest of his body to relax and held out his arms. "Hey man if the teasing is getting to be too much, I can cut back a little. Not all the way though. Can't have people around here thinking I play favorites."

"You do play favorites."

Deacon kept his grin, but it was uneasy. He didn't like how calm Mac sounded. How determined. "Nora doesn't count."

"Nora doesn't count." Mac agreed. "I know I'm not crazy." Deacon glanced back to where Nora was entering their-her-house. "She didn't say anything. Wouldn't say anything. She respects your privacy too much."

"Could have told you to back off." Deacon mumbled.

Mac grinned at that. Deacon closed his eyes, trying to gather himself and briefly thinking of just walking away from this conversation and pretending he had urgent railroad business to attend to. But at the same time he knew Mac would be persistent. As if on cue, "And what about that night-"

Deacon help his hand quickly to shut Mac up, looking around at the people wandering nearby. "Do you even know what subtlety is?"

"Tried it. Didn't work."

That much was true. Deacon knew Mac had been trying to get his attention on this subject for a while now. He'd been avoiding him so well. And yet here he was anyways, leading Mac into the shadows so at least if he was going to be forced into this conversation, it could be with a semblance of privacy.

He leaned against the fence where he'd led them and then lit a cigarette. He offered one to Mac, who shook his head. "Well?"

Deacon took a drag first. "Well what? You're the one that wanted to talk."

"You're impossible."

"I won't deny it."

Mac stared at him a while before sighing and leaning against the wall next to him. "I've changed my mind about that cigarette."

"And I'm the impossible one." Deacon muttered as he pulled the pack back out. Mac took one and leaned forward as Deacon lit it for him.

"You really are. Hot and cold. And wouldn't know the truth if it bit you in the- if it bit you."

"Oh, I know the truth Mac. I just like playing with it."

"Ever stop to consider that some of us don't?"

Deacon said nothing for a while, trying to wait Mac out, but he kept smoking, even if he made small irritated gestures every few seconds.

"Look, Mac. Let's say I am. What's it gonna change for you?"

"Could change plenty." He waited, considering his words, perhaps. "It's been changing already. Or I wouldn't have said anything."

"Has it now?"

"You're the one doing the changes, so you should know."

"Am I now?"

"How in the hell does Nora put up with you?" Deacon smiled. It was a small curse, but a curse nonetheless.

"She likes it." He stepped back from the wall to flick his butt over the wall, now facing Mac. "And she usually doesn't have to ask."

Mac snorted. "You two are on some sort of weird wavelength though." Deacon grinned again, but Mac continued speaking before he could quip back again. "Look, Deacon. I'm not like you two. I'm not good at the spy shit. I don't like guessing."

Deacon felt the words on his tongue, ready to be delivered with an air of nonchalance as usual. Words that would piss Mac off, make him grumble for days, but drop the subject. But god damn Nora and all the ways she'd sunk her claws into him and peeled open his carefully constructed layers. God damn her for the easy way she loved and the way she rubbed off on those around her. He let the words die and instead focused on keeping his voice steady, his typical cheekiness too much to ask of himself right now. "I'm plenty attracted to you Mac. That night wasn't just heat of the moment. And you're good at the spy shit. You're picking up what I'm laying down."

It was Mac's turn to grin. "Didn't even have to pull out my secret weapon."

"And what would that be?"

"Hancock told me about what you said at my bedside." Mac's voice suddenly lost it's playfulness too. "Part of me thought it might have just been your misplaced guilt talking."

"I'm sure it was part of it." Mac was quiet, staring at the ground and absently flicking the spent butt in his hand. "You get what you were looking for?"

Mac's eyes turned to his face. "That depends. Now that you admitted it, are you going to stop with the theatrics and kiss me already?"

"No." Mac flicked the butt at Deacon's face, then stared as it bounced off Deacon's nose and then fell as if he was surprised by the action too. "The theatrics are the best part Bobby." He leaned down and picked up the butt. "And just for that, you can come in the window now."

Before Mac could even register his words, Deacon had turned and was darting for Nora's house.

Mac could have beaten him there. Deacon didn't take a straight path as that would have taken him straight down the main road and drawn far too much attention. Mac could have, but even he didn't like the idea of the good folks of Sanctuary speculating on his relationships. Nora was the source of enough gossip.

He did try to beat him anyways, but Deacon could move much faster and quieter and when Mac reached the door, it was locked. He went to the side door and heard the click as he entered the car port.

Sighing, he walked to the back bedroom, the one that used to be baby Shaun's, but Nora had claimed for herself for her stays in her old home. The window was open and Deacon was leaning against the sill.

"Hey there Macky." Deacon whispered.

Mac rolled his eyes. "This really necessary?"

"Was it really necessary to throw a cigarette at my face?"

Mac rolled his eyes again. "It was accidental."

"Awfully good aim for an accident."

"Instinctual then." He put his hand on the frame of the window, but Deacon didn't move.

"I'm more hurt that you dislike my theatrics."

"Alright, well I'm playing your game now. So would you move and let me in?"

"Depends, can you whisper?"

"Do you get off on pissing me off?"

"A little, but I'm serious about the whispering."

"Why?"

Deacon held his finger to his lips and Mac leaned in next to Deacon to pick up Nora's voice still reading to the boys. "Oh."

Deacon moved out of the way and helped him in. He watched him move towards the cracked door and silently swing it open. Deacon knew from his quick journey to the bedroom that the kids' bedroom was open and Nora was in full view, sitting cross legged at the end of Shaun's bed while she read. Mac was enthralled.

Deacon came up behind him and placed a hand on his waist and with the other put a finger to Mac's lips as he pressed himself against his back.

Mac managed to stifle any noises Deacon might have caused and pressed into his touch. Deacon let his hand fall to Mac's chest and tightened the one on his hip, letting his chin rest on Mac's shoulder. With the way Mac had sunk against him, he didn't even have to stretch as much as he thought he would have to make up for his shorter stature.

Mac put one hand over the one on his hip and the other on Deacon's elbow. They were still, just listening to Nora's soft voice morphing as she played the characters and occasionally returning to normal to answer Shaun's questions.

Deacon moved so his lips were just behind Mac's ear. "She's amazing, isn't she?"

Mac couldn't stop the groan this time. It was faint and suppressed, but Nora glanced up at them. She stuttered over a couple of words and smiled before turning her full attention back to the book.

Deacon pulled Mac backwards into the room. "Careful Macky. Gotta keep quiet." He grazed his lips over the shell of Mac's ear and he took a shuddering breath, his hands tightening their hold on Deacon. "That's it." Deacon ran his lips down Mac's neck, stopping to suck under his jaw and his collar bone before moving his way back up.

Mac's hands flexed and moved up and down Deacon's arms with his effort to control himself. Fuck, Deacon loved this. That thought gave him pause, Mac's skin still trapped between his teeth. He looked up at Nora. A few months with her really had broken down his years of carefully constructed barriers.

Mac twisted under him, bringing his thoughts back to the task at hand. One night, or two (three?) didn't have to mean anything. He knew it was another hollow lie, but there was comfort in it's familiarity.

He slid the hand on Mac's chest over his t-shirt. Thank god they had been in town all day and he wasn't in his usual get up of a dozen layers. His fingertips grazed a nipple and Mac practically whimpered. Deacon was so going to tease him about it tomorrow, but right now he was enjoying it too much to risk pissing Mac off and making him stop.

"You been thinking about this Mac?" Deacon nipped his earlobe gently. "Been waiting for your moment alone with me?"

"Yes." The word was barely there, caught on his sharp intake of breath as the hand on his hip snaked under his shirt and onto his bare skin.

"Me too."

Mac managed to snort around another gasp as Deacon sucked at his pulse point particularly hard.

"I thought you knew that already. Isn't it why you cornered me tonight?"

"I never know anything with you."

"Perfect." He brought one hand up to maneuver Mac's head towards his and swallowed his moan in a kiss when he pinched his nipple. Deacon knew he'd groaned too at the feel of Mac's lips on his and faintly thought that maybe he should have shut the door because he wasn't so certain about his self control anymore, but his thoughts were consumed with Mac and the way his tongue pushed against his, perfectly mimicking his open and abrasive style.

Deacon was so consumed with the kiss, he didn't notice where his hands were traveling or when Nora's reading stopped. He did notice when she came in. He heard her breathing softly, standing in the doorway, presumably watching them. Deacon pulled Mac tighter to him, deepening the kiss and causing Mac to groan again.

Nora swore quietly and shut the door. A soft thud told him she'd leaned against it.

Mac's shirt had ridden halfway up his chest on the side where Deacon's hand had entered. Deacon raked his fingernails across the exposed skin. Mac reached up and splayed his fingers over Deacon's scalp, fingers scrambling for purchase.

Deacon dropped his other hand to Mac's waistline and slipped two fingers under the waistband of his pants at his hip. Mac pressed back into him and Deacon was suddenly aware of how very hard he'd become.

Nora swore again and Deacon heard her drop to her knees in front of them. Mac clearly hadn't because he jumped, breaking the kiss to look down. Deacon followed his gaze.

Nora was making short work of his boot laces. Mac's breathing was already ragged and he couldn't get words out to Nora. He obediently lifted his feet, losing what little awareness he'd gotten back as Deacon began working his neck again.

Nora reached for Mac's belt, but Deacon covered it with his own hand, catching her eyes, his glasses askew.

She nodded after a moment and sat back on her heels, letting him take the lead.

He slowed his kisses along Mac's skin and let him come back to himself.

When Mac picked his head up and looked down, Deacon moved his lips back to his ear, but spoke loud enough that Nora could hear too.

"Doesn't she make a pretty picture down there on her knees, Mac?" He tapped his fingers against Mac's belt buckle as he spoke.

"Fuck yes." Deacon smiled, even if that curse probably had more to do with the way Nora locked eyes with her sniper, mouth open slightly and her tank top exposing the flush in her chest. That curse didn't really count as his win, but he'd take it.

Deacon let his fingers slide down to cup Mac through his pants, squeezing him a little. "Should we give her what she wants?"

Mac only groaned, pushing into Deacon's hand.

"I'll take that as a yes." He worked open his belt and popped the button on his fly, then paused. He licked the shell of Mac's ear. "Is the anticipation killing you?"

Mac growled as Deacon bit his ear softly. "Jesus christ Deacon."

It wasn't the curse he'd hoped for, but he certainly liked the sound of his name coming out of Mac's mouth as more of a whine than the frustration he was surely going for.

Deacon slid down the zipper as he chuckled, then slid his free hand under the waistband on Mac's other hip. "What about you Nora? Are you ready?"

Mac whimpered softly, watching Nora sit up and reach for him. She tucked her hands into his pants where Deacon's already were and she stared at Deacon. Deacon felt Mac turn to follow her gaze and then let his head fall back when they started pushing his pants down. Nora pulled them to his knees and Deacon slipped his hands under his boxers, fingers skimming just around his dick.

"Nora's already breathing hard and no one's even touched her. Look at her squirming in her pants." He knew Mac was looking. The sight of Nora twisting her hips, seeking a bit of friction while on her knees before them was too enthralling to look anywhere else.

Nora bit her lip and moved her eyes away from his glasses and to Mac's face. Deacon turned to watch him, fingers running short patterns where they sat against Mac's skin.

Mac sucked in a breath when he caught Nora's eyes. "You are beautiful Nora."

She hummed in response, fingers twitching where she held Mac's pants between the two men's thighs. She licked her lips and Mac groaned again.

"Shit." Deacon muttered to himself and let himself press up into Mac's ass. He bit Mac's shoulder a bit harder than he meant too, but Mac didn't seem to care, pressing back into Deacon the way he was. "Should we get rid of these things then?" He didn't wait for Mac's response this time and tugged the boxers over his erection before Nora took over.

Mac's head rolled on Deacon's shoulder and he turned to look at him. Mac's eyes were searching Deacon's glasses. Deacon grinned at him as he circled the base of Mac's dick and squeezed. Mac's fluttered closed and then opened again.

Deacon closed the distance and kissed him softly and briefly. He held out his free hand towards Nora, without looking. Mac's eyes caught on Deacon's, able to see through the glasses without any glare at this distance. Nora placed her cheek in Deacon's open palm. "Look at her, Mac."

Deacon turned to look with him. Mac's head settled against his as he moaned at the sight before him.

Nora's head was resting in Deacon's palm, but her eyes were on Mac's, hands on his thighs, mouth parted ever so slightly. Deacon was holding his dick out to her, slowly stroking his shaft.

"What's this picture need, Bobby?"

Mac swallowed thickly a couple of times before finding his voice. "Less clothes."

Nora cursed and jumped to her feet, slamming into the two of them hard enough that Deacon had to take a step back to keep them all upright. She kissed Mac roughly as she worked open her pants and began shimmying them down her legs. Deacon kissed her shoulder as he pushed Mac's clothes down the floor with his foot and held them there while Mac pulled free. Nora kicked off her own and kicked the pile behind her, pulling sharply away from Mac and pulling Deacon to her mouth instead.

She was insistent and sloppy and tasted like Mac. She was pressing Mac's dick against his body, Deacon's hand still fixed firmly around it causing a broken string of grunts and groans to fall out of Mac. He moved his free hand to her ass and found Mac's hand already there. He slotted their fingers together and used their joined hands to squeeze her.

Nora pulled away from his mouth. "Now you two." She pushed Deacon towards Mac.

"Bossy." Deacon muttered at the same time Mac breathed out, "Voyeur." But they were already moving towards each other. Deacon let go of Nora's ass to position Mac's head into a less awkward angle and adjusted himself so that instead of Mac twisting his neck, Deacon was pushing up on his toes. Mac's breathing was bordering on ragged now, hips moving as best as he could sandwiched between the two of them. But he was eager, nipping back at Deacon and alternating between allowing Deacon unimpeded access to his mouth and vying for his own.

Nora had worked Mac's shirt up to his armpits and the two men separated long enough for her to pull it over his head and then they were kissing again. Nora tugged Deacon's shirt upwards but couldn't get it up herself. Deacon grinned into his kiss. "The boss is so impatient."

Mac nodded. "C-Can't blame her though."

Deacon nipped his bottom lip and released his hold on Mac completely to pull his shirt off. Nora took his place and started kissing Mac's neck. Holding Mac by the hips, Deacon pulled him back against him, letting his clothed erection rest in the cleft on Mac's ass. He bent his head to the other side of Mac's neck. The sniper grunted against the onslaught, one hand pressing Deacon's head closer. Nora's hand was running along Deacon's other side, sending little shivers along his skin.

Deacon kissed around the back of Mac's neck and met Nora on the other side. He kissed her gently over Mac's shoulder, communicating with their eyes and soft touches for a few seconds. She nodded and stepped back.

Deacon situated himself firmly against Mac once more and took his cock in hand again. "Now where were we?"

Mac opened his eyes when he heard Nora drop back down to her knees. Deacon held out his hand and she scooted closer so she could place her chin in his palm and rested her hands back on Mac's thighs. Mac drew a shuddering breath and dropped his head against Deacon's.

Deacon ran his thumb over her lips, too far now to lock eyes, but assessing her nonetheless to make sure she was still good. She kissed his thumb as she stared up at his glasses. His cock twitched, nearly forgetting it was Mac he was offering up and not himself. She moved her eyes to Mac as if encouraging him to get on with it.

"You ready Bobby?"

He pressed back into Deacon and made him hiss. "Fuck yes, Deacon."

There it was. Deacon stole a quick kiss and then took him more firmly in his hand, rubbing the precum leaking over the head with his thumb. He gently tugged Nora forward, his lips back at Mac's ear. "Go on. Suck his cock Nora. He's absolutely dying for it. Make him moan for us."

Nora eagerly leaned forward, brushing a final kiss to Deacon's fingertips as he drew his hand away. She swirled her tongue around the head and Mac let out a deep moan that made him vibrate in Deacon's arms.

Nora pulled back. "Better do something about all that noise Dee. Sleeping kids and all."

Deacon was way ahead of her, slotting his mouth back to Mac's before she'd even starting speaking.

Deacon dropped his hand backwards to give Nora space to work and cupped Mac's balls, rolling them gently in his palm.

Deacon swallowed Mac's next moan and held him tight as he twitched his hips back against Deacon's cock and Nora's mouth. It wasn't long before Mac was making quiet, but constant noises. Deacon pulled back to look at him. His lips were red, his hair even wilder then normal from Deacon's fingers. Deacon moved himself to the side of Mac's body pressing his dick into the side of one ass cheek now. Mac whined at the loss, but reached out to pull Deacon back to his mouth when he pressed against his taint and rubbed circles there.

"So fucking hot." Deacon muttered against his lips. He dropped his lips to his neck and began making his way to his chest. Mac bit out a sharp cry when Deacon lapped at his pebbled nipple and Deacon put two fingers in Mac's mouth to occupy him. Which proved to be more distracting to Deacon himself. The way Bobby was working those fingers made Deacon wish it was Bobby on his knees. He replaced his fingers with his mouth before that line of thought got away from him.

Nora made a sort of gurgling sound and Mac lost his balance. Chuckling, Deacon kept him upright and moved back behind him, letting Mac catch his breath while Deacon kissed his shoulder and they both looked down at Nora. When she took him down all the way again, Mac gurgled himself and fell into Deacon more heavily. "I got you, Bobby. I take it our girl is doing a good job."

"Yes. God yes. She feels so fucking good."

"Hear that Nora. Bobby thinks you're a good cocksucker."

"A fantastic cocksucker." Mac amended.

Deacon spread Mac's cheeks and nestled himself more fully against him. Nora had replaced Deacon's hand with hers, both working the shaft and at his taint and didn't respond to them, intent on her work.

Mac pressed back towards Deacon. "Please."

"Please what Bobby?"

"Please..." Mac's eyes were closed now and his hips were rocking back and forth.

"If you wanted to see where my skills rank against Nora's, you're just going to have to wait until next time. I think Nora would be unhappy if I came in for the finish after all her hard work."

She grunted in agreement, tilting to look at them for a second before following her hand all the way down again. Mac's body vibrated under Deacon's hold with the strain to stay still while she swallowed against his cock.

"Oh god..."

"You close, Bobby?" He nodded frantically. Deacon kissed along his jaw. "Where do you want it Nora?"

She pulled back and Deacon wrapped his hand around Mac's dick and began stroking slowly.

"In my mouth Dee." She looked up at Bobby as she wrapped her mouth around his head, but his head was fallen back against Deacon's shoulder. She turned her eyes to Deacon instead, smiling around Mac's dick. Deacon picked up the pace of his stroking, eased by Nora's saliva and cursing to himself with how fucking hard the scene before him made him.

"She's ready for you Bobby." He murmured against his jaw. "Ready for your cum. You ready to give it to her?"

Mac whined again, grunting and muttering a string of please, don't stop, just like that, Deacon.

On hearing his name, Deacon pressed their mouths together and soon after Mac was coming and Nora was presumably swallowing it down, but Deacon was watching Mac's face. His eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth oh'd, flush covering his face and neck, body taut, still trying to work himself against Deacon's dick and his hand. His body went limp and Deacon finally let go of his dick to hold him up better.

Deacon grinned down at Nora and she grinned back, picking herself up slowly. Deacon kissed Mac's lips gently and he gave a half-hearted response. Deacon moved back to his ear. "Don't you ever flick a cigarette at me again or there's more where that came from mister."

Mac made a choked sound that might have been meant to be a laugh. Deacon helped him to the bed and pulled out two cans of purified water from the beside table.

Nora leaned into Mac's side as they drank. She shared a small smile with Deacon. Then turned to Mac. "I take it your talk went well then?"

Mac snorted, looking at Deacon when he spoke. "The talking never goes well with Deacon. But I would say we got there in the end. Though him with a surprising amount of clothes. You ever take off those dam-darn sunglasses Dee?"

"Not yet Bobby." He took his can from him and guzzled. "Scooch back." He handed him back the can and shucked his pants and boxers easily. He bent down to Nora, kissing her eager mouth and reaching down to rub her clit. "So fucking wet." He murmured.

"Just the show was enough."

"You like me putting on a show?"

"The fact that I like you at all, says that I do."

He chuckled. "You want to put on a show of your own?"

"Mmm." She kissed him hard. Deacon reached out and tapped Mac's thigh since he hadn't moved.

Deacon listened to him scramble up the bed and hissed when Nora grabbed his dick suddenly.

"You want a show, Dee?"

"Mmm." He mimicked. He looked up at Mac, now sitting back against the wall, watching them. Deacon leaned away from Nora and patted Mac's thighs to encourage him to open his legs. He did so a bit bewilderedly. Deacon turned his back to him and settled himself between his thighs. He leaned his back against Mac's chest. Mac's arms wrapped around him on instinct, still blinking in confusion. Deacon looked up at him, catching his eye at that close of a distance. "This good, Macky?"

Mac nodded, brow furrowing further. Deacon stretched his legs out in front of him and placed his hands over Mac's where they rested on his stomach, then turned expectantly to where he'd left Nora.

She shook her head at him, but grinned. She clambered on top of them, causing Mac to bring his legs up to give her space. She leaned towards Deacon's mouth and just when he opened his mouth, she veered to the side and kissed Mac instead.

Deacon chuckled and relaxed against him, enjoying the sound of their lips in his ear and the press of Nora's breasts to his chest, her weight pressing him into Mac's. Yeah, he could get used to this. Fucking Nora.

He linked his fingers of one hand with Mac's and brought their joined hands to Nora's clit and began rubbing slow circles. Nora's hips twisted and she gasped into Mac's mouth.

She pulled back suddenly and batted their hands away, gripping Deacon's dick and positioning herself over him. She looked at him and he brought Mac's hand to his mouth to lick at her arousal spread there.

"Fuck, Dee." And she sank down on him. A groan escaped him and he closed his eyes.

"So fucking hot and wet, Nora. You always feel so god damn good." He cupped her ass to help support her weight as she started to pull herself up and down.

She gripped his neck for balance, her other hand on Mac's shoulder. "What kind of show do you want, Dee?"

He opened his eyes and watched her breasts bounce with her. "This is pretty good. I'm sure Bobby approves."

"Mm hm." He reached up to cup one of her breasts and flicked his thumb across the hard nub. "Such small, cute little things." Nora sucked her teeth and dropped down particularly hard on Deacon's hips. "But I'd really love to watch her cumming on your dick though." Mac ran his goatee along Deacon's shoulder, looking up at Nora.

Deacon grunted as she dropped down again and stayed there, grinding in small circles, eyes closed tight. "Looks like she loves your mouth nearly as much as mine."

"More." She griped, hand tightening on his neck.

Mac grinned. "Hear that Dee? She likes my mouth more."

"That a challenge?" Deacon stumbled over the last word when Mac kissed into his neck.

"My show, isn't it?" She scraped her nails across his scalp, then lifted his glasses to his forehead. "You ain't gonna try to take it from me now, are you?"

He grinned. "Wouldn't dream of it boss, but I'm not gonna let go of my title easily."

"Who said you ever had the title?" She grumbled.

His grin widened. "Ouch, baby. What I'd do to piss you off so much?"

She leaned her forehead on his, rotating her hips slowly, then turned Mac's head towards her to kiss him. "Made me wait for this. Always making me wait."

"He is a bastard, isn't he?" Mac agreed.

Nora looked back at Deacon. "He really is. Might give him a chance to fight for-" She closed her eyes and moaned when Deacon pulled her up and then back down, bringing his hips up meet hers. She opened her eyes slowly, face flushed now. She flipped his glasses back down and kissed him. He did it again and swallowed her gasp. He worked them into a rhythm, until her head fell to his shoulder, nails digging into skin.

"Kinda feel like you're taking over her show, Dee." Mac breathed into his ear.

"She'll forgive me. You see how much she loves being manhandled?"

Mac's eyes gleamed when Deacon turned to look at him. "In for a cap?"

"No." Nora panted. "Don't you two start conspiring on me." She smacked at Deacon's hand weakly and resettled into her own rhythm again, slow now as she caught her breath.

Deacon let Mac kiss him as he murmured to Nora. "We're not the dream team you imagined? Mac-"

"Mac, shut him-”

"Show her-"

"Do you two ever stop?"

"No." They both said.

He snorted and turned Deacon's head to his to kiss him. Deacon grumbled half heartedly and then chuckled when Mac ran his hand down his chest to Nora's clit. She moaned quietly, fingers digging into Deacon's shoulder where she was bracing herself.

"That's it, Bobby." Deacon muttered to him. "She sounds so good like that. Needy and flustered and a little bit angry." She pinched him and he grunted.

"This is a show Deacon not a holotape. Eyes on me."

Mac pulled back, eyes delighted and rested against the wall, carefully adjusting his hips while holding Nora in place to accommodate his erection pressing into Deacon's back. "Full attention boss."

She batted Mac's hand away. "Good." She looked at them for a moment, gently rocking on Deacon's dick, taking in Mac's disheveled appearance and Deacon's flushed cheeks. "Not sure you can take much more."

"I'll take everything you give me."

"Alright hot shot. You two just keep your hands on each other." Deacon raised his hands from her thighs and held them out placatingly, then reached one up to Mac's face, hooking his fingers in Mac's hair when he pressed his cheek into it, eyes never leaving hers. She nodded as if satisfied and her smile faded into something between a leer and neediness. "No more games now. I've been on the edge since walking into this room tonight." She ran a hand down her neck to her chest and pinched at a nipple. "These girls have been hard since I looked up to see you pressed up against each other like teenagers." She brought her free hand to her other breast and rolled her nipples between her fingers, biting her lip. She began rocking her hips back and forth, the wetness making lewd sounds in the quiet.

Mac pinched at Deacon's nipple and Nora watched, pleased, as the flush in his cheeks spread. "I love watching Bobby come apart like that. Love how hard and swollen he gets." She let one hand travel down to her clit.

Mac swore softly in Deacon's ear. Deacon laced his fingers with Mac's to stop himself from reaching out to her, his dick twitching inside her and making her close her eyes.

She leaned forward and braced herself on his shoulder again and lifted herself up and slammed back down on him hard, making all three of them moan. She did it again, setting a brutal pace. "Fuck... Fuck I love this too. I'm gonna cum Dee. Fuck me through it. Please. Let me cum and then fuck me hard."

Deacon gripped her hips. "I got you Nora. Give Bobby a kiss."

She grunted and met Mac halfway, hand working furiously. She was doing little more than pressing her lips to his and somewhat stifling her moans.

Deacon watched her orgasm build and then finally crash. He leaned forward, holding her hips in place while he got his legs under him to thrust up into her, keeping the string of babbling coming out of her mouth. "Fuck me Nora. So fucking hot." He sucked at the point between her neck and shoulder, cumming himself before she finished coming down.

He slid his arms around her back and kissed her. Her small hands cupped his face and for a brief moment it was just the two of them. His fucked up self and the woman whose love he was sure he didn't deserve, but wouldn't be convinced of it.

And then he felt something warm and wet splash on his back. He held back a laugh, for once not looking to insult MacCready. Just him, his wasteland wonder, and their young sniper lover. He leaned slightly so that Mac could kiss Nora more easily, mind lingering on the word 'lover', but unable to reason why that word needed alarm bells. Having sex was worse than chems with how... And now Mac was kissing him again and he dropped the thoughts and just kissed him back.

They'd sat there trading kisses until legs began to cramp. Nora and Deacon immediately began ribbing each other, even while cleaning one another and kissing through their smiles.

Mac tried apologizing, but Deacon pinned him down and kissed him so soundly he didn't know what he was going to apologize for anymore. When he made to get dressed to leave, Deacon threatened to throw his clothes out the window and Nora pushed him onto the bed. It was really just two beds pushed together, but Nora didn't seem to mind when she settled herself in the middle. "Be my little spoon, Bobby. So Deacon will finally take off his glasses and be our big spoon."

So Mac had turned around and let Nora wrap herself up against him, breath falling on his neck and listened to Deacon place his glasses on the nightstand and climb into bed. Mac was surprised that the urge to turn around and look at Deacon was minimal at best. He didn't understand the man, but he could respect his wishes. Deacon's hand settled on his hip and he drifted off into an easy sleep.

He woke to predawn light outside the window and an empty bed. The blankets were tucked around him and the empty space was still warm. He pulled on his pants and t-shirt and padded down the hall to see where they were.

Mac wasn't one for eavesdropping usually, but Deacon's words stopped him.

"... Coffee before you start pestering a man about matters of the heart."

"Oh it's a matter of the heart is it?"

"Sounds nicer than matters of the dick."

Mac could practically hear Nora rolling her eyes. "Whatever. I'm just saying that there was an awful lot of kissing last night. Pass me the matches."

"For someone who has had so many partners, I'd think you'd know by now that kissing is kind of the norm when you're with someone."

"Fuck off. Then the hand holding then. And don't you forget how many people I've seen fucking in casual and serious relationships. I see what I see and if you don't want to talk about it, fine. Eggs."

"Thought we fucked the bossy out of you last night." Deacon grumbled.

"Well you get bossy Nora when you push my buttons."

"You started it."

"How old are you? Cut the mutfruit."

They were silent after that and Mac was about to back down the hall when Deacon's voice came again. "I do like him Nora. Shits obvious isn't it? Slipping up in my old age."

The sound of a knife on a cutting board was all he heard for a minute. "Dee, I'm not saying you have to profess your love for him. I'm just saying watch yourself. Bobby's a big boy and he can handle a lot, but if you start going hot and cold on him, you'll drive him mad."

"Kinda the risk one takes in throwing in with me."

"I'm serious Dee. I told him I wouldn't push you because I know you need your time and you have your methods, but every time he thought he'd got a handle on how you felt, you were pulling away or hugging him a bit too long."

Deacon sighed. "You've made me weak. And I was being serious too."

She snorted. "I don't think you've ever had to keep up a charade this consistently."

"Correct."

"Dee, it's not weak to be honest. I know it's been keeping you alive, but the Institute is gone now."

"I know Nora. Logically I know. It's gonna take some time still."

"I know. By any standard you're doing great."

"Thanks doc."

"Fucking wise ass."

"You make honesty almost easy now Nora. But I don't have to spell everything out for you either."

Mac shook himself from his stupor and prepared to clear his throat to announce his arrival as he stepped out of the hall, but found both pairs of eyes on him. Well Nora's eyes. He was guessing that Deacon was actually looking at him. He felt shame burn his cheeks.

"You are good at the spy shit, Bobby. But we're two professionals. Hard to get one over on us."

Mac ignored the comment. "I'm not dense you know?"

"I know Bobby. But you also said you don't like guessing."

Mac swallowed. "I don't."

Deacon looked down at the cutting board then motioned towards the stool across from him. Nora glanced between them and then moved towards the stove to set water to boil.

Deacon sighed after another minute and rubbed his eyes under his glasses. "You fuckers move fast you know?"

"Wasteland is a fast place." Nora replied.

Deacon nodded and with a deep breath he took off his glasses and looked up at Mac.

Mac drew in a breath. "They're blue." He heard Nora giggle, but Deacon ignored them both.

"I've spent a long time hiding myself to keep myself and anyone I cared about alive. It's instinct. I...I don't want to make things difficult for you Bobby. But sometimes I fall into old habits. Shit... You know more about who I really am than anyone else other than Nora. That's gotta count for something right?"

Mac swallowed. "Shit, you really do like me."

"Of course I do. You even had me fooled with the pointless mercenary bit. Only come to find out that you're really father of the century AND willing to help out my cause."

"I'm not-"

Deacon put a hand over one of Mac's. "You are a good father. The best that kid could have. Any kid. I've watched so many people sit by and let nature take it's course, but you fought for him." Mac nodded after a second. "I can't do this," he gestured faintly towards his upturned sunglasses, "all the time, Mac. I'm still a spy. I still have a target on my back. But here in this house, I think it's safe to say that I admire you, I want to help keep your kid safe, and I really want to suck your cock."

Mac spluttered and glanced down the hall. He looked back at Deacon expecting mirth, but he was still serious. Though with Deacon that could be a ploy...

"If you can accept my need for privacy and secrecy at times, I'd like to keep doing this. More than sex."

Mac stared at him. He looked up at Nora where she was stirring coffee into three mugs, staring down.

"Hot and cold is right. Can't tell the truth one minute and a waterfall of truth the next."

"Only for you two."

"I thought you've been fucking Cait."

"Fucking and... Opening up to someone are two different things. Cait doesn't need that."

"And I do?"

Deacon cocked one corner of his lips up. "Yeah, Bobby, I think you do."

They were quiet until Nora handed them both a mug of coffee.

She took a sip of hers. "I can translate for you Dee. Make it easier for Mac to put up with your shit until you cool down enough to get honest again."

"That could work for me." His eyes stayed on Mac's.

"Yeah, that sounds fine." Mac sipped his coffee, not really sure what Deacon was so serious about all this for and why he couldn't just be straight like this more often. He shrugged it off. Deacon had made it clear he had his reasons and he wasn't going to be sharing them anytime soon it seemed. "Just don't do it to Duncan."

Deacon shook his head. "I won't. And if you think I am, call me on it." He fiddled with the fruit, separating it into 5 piles. "I made a promise to Nora that no matter what happens between us that I'd always look out for Shaun even if it's from a distance. Think I made the same promise to myself about your boy and forgot to tell you."

Mac swallowed, really unsure what to say now. He'd come to realize that Deacon was far more good at heart than he'd first thought, even if he had a morally questionable background of some sort (and who was Mac to judge that). Mac still wasn't sure where most of Deacon's moral lines lay, but he knew that Nora loved the liar, knew that he trusted him with his life, knew he was good to Shaun when Mac himself felt weird. He knew that Deacon had helped keep his son alive, helped keep his spirits up and fear down. He knew that he was terribly attracted to the man for his toned body, his battle skills, his protection, and (god help him) his fucking mouth. He also knew that Duncan was terrified of being abandoned again and Deacon was a flight risk.

Mac took a deep breath aware he'd let the silence linger too long now. "Thanks, Deacon. You've been real good to him."

Nora, savior that she was, "Let's just keep taking it slow. We took some big steps last night. We got a good thing going already. Ain't no need to ruin it just cuz we added in some extra sex."

Mac smiled. Deacon nodded wearily and flipped his glasses back into place before shaking his head and grinning back. "Right. Everything else stays the same?"

Nora nodded.

"Sure." Mac drawled. "Just not in this house. That's what you said?"

"Yeah."

"So I can come over there and let you try to win your title back?"

Deacon was smiling uneasily. "What title is that Mac?"

Mac circled the counter. "Whose mouth is best." Mac could get used to Deacon's shocked face when he smashed his lips into his. Deacon recovered quickly and dropped the knife and threaded his clean hand in Mac's hair.

"The title was Nora's favorite mouth. Cuz if it was best mouth I'd smoke the both of you." They broke apart, but still stood next to each other. She smiled at them. "And if you don't want the whole camp knowing you two are fucking, you best part cuz the boys are up." As if on cue, the bedroom door opened. Mac stepped away from Deacon who moved into Nora's arms for a quick kiss, still looking at Mac.

Mac was surprised at how hurt he felt about the hiding. He knew before he talked to him last night that this was how it would be if it was at all, but it hurt anyways. Then Duncan rounded the corner and jumped into his arms. "Good morning Daddy." Those words brought the hurt into focus and he felt it fade.

"Morning Duncan." He kissed him and settled him on his hip. "No nightmares?"

He shook his head 'no' proudly.

Mac watched Shaun go to his mom and hug her as she dropped eggs in the pan. "Morning Mom."

"Morning baby." She kissed the top of his head. "Get the plates, will you?"

"Morning little man. You ready for today?" Deacon ruffled his hair.

"Target practice?" Shaun's eyes gleamed.

"After I run an errand at the Red Rocket." Nora warned. "Get one more plate. Cait's coming for breakfast. Dee didn't split that mutfruit right." Deacon exchanged a face with Shaun, maybe about Nora's tone, maybe about their mutual dislike of mutfruit. Mac settled Duncan at the coffee table.

Nora put the pan of cooked eggs on the counter. "I'm going to get dressed, eat and try to get back by 11, alright?"

"Alright Mom."

Deacon waited until Nora had left then leaned over to Shaun. "Let's leave the mutfruit in 5s and you and I will split one?"

Shaun grinned. "Deal."

Mac's lips twitched as Deacon waggled his eyebrows, dishing the eggs while Shaun placed the mutfruit.

Deacon sat next to Mac on the couch handing over his plate while Shaun placed Duncan's in front of him. Their knees brushed whenever one of them moved.

Duncan was overjoyed when Cait came in, insisting she sit to eat with him, and pushing Mac closer to Deacon when he made room for her. In the commotion Deacon leaned over, "you know after Nora leaves, we can send the boys to play and I can show you why the title is mine."

Then he leaned away and was laughing about something to Cait, knee brushing his once more when he got up, taking Mac's plate from his pliable hands. Mac shook it off and helped Duncan wash up.

He kissed Nora goodbye, watched Deacon do the same and her brows furrowed at him. "I won't be far behind."

She glanced between them, but her features were schooled. She only pinched Mac's butt discreetly and then Cait's not so discreetly, with a wink at them and she was gone.

"Hey boys, why don't you go see if the Murphy kids are up when you've finished fixing the bed and getting dressed." Mac called down the hall, eyes fixed on Deacon and the way he leaned against the counter, his t-shirt riding up.