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“I’ll destroy you both.” Scaramouche spits, “Untie me!”
“Shhh,” Kazuha says, unrolling the duct tape, tearing off a nice, long piece. “You just sit there and enjoy the show, alright?”
“Kazuha–!” Scaramouche yells, mouth immediately covered by the tape.
Kazuha steps back, admiring his work. He looks down at Scaramouche’s lap, a smirk pulling at his lips, “Almost forgot,” he taunts, leaning down and pressing the ‘on’ button. “Now be a good boy and stay quiet, okay?”
Scaramouche writhes, a muffled yell as the vibrations kick up.
They’re both dead after this is over.
Scaramouche will make sure of it.
Sure, he wants this. Yes, he asked for it. And fuck it turns him on. But it also pisses him off. Greatly. And the only thing that keeps him sane is the light at the end of the tunnel – the promise of giving them both a taste of their own medicine however he sees fit.
He finds it so stupid and pathetic that he had the urge to request one of his fantasies be played out in front of him. But unfortunately, these mortals make him feel safe. And the blond one insisted that they ‘have fun’ Scara’s way tonight. Even if it took an entire hour for Scaramouche to admit what it is he’s been craving.
This is idiotic. He almost wants to take it back.
But Kazuha’s already on the bed, already taking off his clothes, and Heizou’s already climbing on top of him.
Scaramouche groans.
The vibrations are pulsing right against his tip, right against his most sensitive spot. It doesn’t matter that it’s over fabric or that it’s less intense than usual – Scaramouche is bound and silenced and all he can do is watch.
They're going to keep going until Scaramouche cums. That's the deal. They've tied him up in a chair, secured a vibrator pressed against his crotch, and they’re going to fuck each other like crazy until Scaramouche gives in and cums just from watching them.
He observes them between hazy eyes, chest rising and falling quickly, body jolting as Heizou sinks inside of Kazuha.
Scaramouche wishes he could say something – anything. But the tape’s tight around his mouth, just like he wants it, and Heizou shoves Kazuha down onto the bed, just as he knows Scara likes it, and suddenly Scaramouche is so pissed that it’s Heizou and not him. He should be the one fucking Kazuha. He should be the one getting to feel how tight and warm it is inside of those walls. Not Heizou. Him.
“H-Heizou–!” Kazuha moans, head shooting back into the mattress, back arching as Heizou really gets going, as he really starts pounding into Kazuha. Their bodies are slapping together, moving in the most alluring way. Heizou pins Kazuha’s arms to the bed, making sure to show Scaramouche that he’s kissing Kazuha with tongue, their mouths fading out of view as Kazuha wraps his arms around Heizou’s shoulders, hugging him close.
Dammit. Dammit!
This shouldn’t be hot. Scara’s so pissed. So why is he so fucking hard?
He can’t stay still. The vibrations feel good – but they’re not enough. Not even close to enough. His restraints are tight and restrict his movements. He can’t even lean forward, can hardly move his hips enough to grind against the vibrator, to seek out more friction.
He feels completely useless – pathetic, humiliated.
And that’s Scaramouche’s big fucking secret.
He gets off on feeling small – on feeling tiny and helpless and insignificant and as much of an insect as the humans he’s spent so much of his life wanting to crush.
Somehow, it makes him feel better. To be made a mockery of like this.
Where the fuck does this fit into his god complex?
He hates this.
He’s grinding, desperately, hardly moving at all, eyes fluttering open and closed as Kazuha and Heizou’s moans serenade his ears. It’s disgusting. Vile. He feels so fucking stupid. It’s so hot. He’s going to cum – he wants to cum.
But he doesn’t want them to stop yet.
His head writhes back and forth, swallowing down the spit that’s pooled into his mouth, forcing his eyes to open as Heizou pulls away from their kiss, a string of saliva between their wet tongues.
Shit.
Heizou spreads Kazuha’s thighs, bending them, folding Kazuha in half before slamming into him even harder. Kazuha’s crying out now, gripping at the covers, and then Kazuha does it.
He pushes Scaramouche over the edge.
He says exactly what he knows will be too much for him.
He moans out, “Scaramouche! H-haah–! Oh, please, S-Scara!”
And Scaramouche fucking loses it.
He grunts, the entire chair scraping forward as his body jolts and spasms, his orgasm ripping through him powerfully.
He’s making so much noise, deep from within his chest, almost growling as he comes down from it. The vibrations are still going, and somehow they feel even more powerful than before. He’s so sensitive… and it won’t stop.
His eyes are clenched shut until he hears Kazuha’s footsteps come up to him. And then his eyes snap open, a relieved huff as Kazuha turns the vibrations off.
“You want me to untie you?” Kazuha asks.
Scaramouche nods, desperately, cursing the fact his legs are shaking. They feel like jelly.
How could he orgasm so intensely from something like that?
It’s fucking perverted.
He glances over at Heizou, seeing Heizou’s still hard, tongue running over his lips, staring Scaramouche down. He hasn’t said a word yet, but Scaramouche is definitely going to deal with him once these restraints are off.
Finally, his arms are free. Kazuha helps him to stand.
Scaramouche charges straight for Heizou, but then his breath hitches, bracing himself as Kazuha shoves him face-first down onto the bed, straightening out his feet on the floor.
“Not so fast,” Kazuha says, “You couldn’t even make it five minutes. Do you really think you deserve to fuck him?” he taunts, reaching around Scaramouche’s body and fishing for his waistband, undoing the button on his pants, “Poor thing. You just came… And you’re already going to be used. How pathetic.”
An intense shiver runs up Scaramouche’s spine.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Kazuha knows him so well. Oh, fuck.
He wants to fight back, he wants to argue, even with the tape still on his mouth, but he’s so eager for this – He stays silent. He can practically feel his hole aching for it. It’s crying out for stimulation, to be stretched beyond its limits, and–
Kazuha yanks him upright by the hair. Heizou lays down beneath him on the bed, a smile tugging at his lips as they lock eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Heizou asks, Kazuha dropping Scaramouche on top of him. Heizou shuffles Scaramouche onto his lap, Scaramouche obediently sitting down. “Are you mad that I fucked him in front of you?”
Scaramouche grunts, a scowl crossing his face. Of course he’s mad! He doesn’t care that they’re all together. Kazuha’s his. Just as much as Heizou belongs to him, too. He should be the one making them feel good! Not–!
Scaramouche collapses, slumping onto Heizou’s chest, breathing harshly through his nose as Kazuha forces two fingers inside of him.
“How’s that?” Kazuha asks, “Better now?”
Scaramouche reluctantly nods, groaning as Kazuha works his fingers in and out, stretching him. It’s a blur. This always happens so quickly. All it takes is for one of them to touch him, and–
“There you are.” Heizou says, running his fingers through Scaramouche’s damp bangs, “You’re finally remembering your place.”
Scaramouche snaps his head away from Heizou’s hand, brows furrowing.
His place?!
That couldn’t be farther from the truth! The audacity of Heizou to even insinuate that.
Kazuha pulls his fingers out, spanking Scaramouche’s ass. The sound echoes throughout the entire room. Scaramouche sucks in a sharp breath, burying his face in Heizou’s neck.
Dammit.
Heizou smells nice…
He always smells nice.
Fuck.
“Since he’s so mad at you… Why don’t you do the honors of fucking him first?” Kazuha asks Heizou.
Heizou’s voice comes out smooth, vibrating against Scaramouche’s limp body. “Heh. I’d love to.”
Scaramouche whimpers, feeling Heizou force inside of him nice and slow. He doesn’t even give Scaramouche time to catch his breath before he gets going. He’s so hard. So warm. Scaramouche clutches onto him, holding him close, inhaling his scent as Heizou grips him firmly by the waist, guiding his hips up and down, thrusting into him.
It’s so big. So invasive. Scaramouche can hardly see straight. His eyes keep blurring – the sensation overwhelming him in the best way. He’s almost thankful for the tape, because it can muffle him enough for them not to hear him–
“H-haah!” Scaramouche gasps, Heizou ripping the tape off. “N-NO...!” Scaramouche begs, a loud, embarrassing whine as Heizou holds him still, Kazuha pushing inside of him, stretching him, Scaramouche’s eyes rolling up into his skull. His jaw pries itself wide open, nails digging into Heizou’s arms. “P-please!” he begs, “N-no… No, please!”
“Shhhh….” Kazuha says from behind him, “You know what to say if you really want us to stop. Otherwise, you’re just being a brat.”
“Kazuha!” Scaramouche huffs out. He’s being split open. It’s so much. He can hardly see – hardly breathe. “Please.”
“Please what?”
Scaramouche gulps, sweat-slicked body starting to grind, desperately, against his will. Kazuha holds him still, forcing him to wait.
“What is it, Scaramouche? Tell me.”
“D-do it.” he spits out, attempting to keep at least some apprehension in his voice.
“Do what…?” Kazuha asks.
“Just fucking–” Scaramouche groans, feebly pushing himself up, arms shaking. He locks eyes with Heizou, surprised to see just how red Heizou is beneath him.
“You look so pathetic like this.” Heizou says, a laugh as Scaramouche blushes violently, clicking his teeth.
He hates that Heizou knows him so well, too.
“I won’t do anything until you tell me what you want.” Kazuha says, running a soft hand over Scaramouche’s bare ass.
“Fuck me.” Scaramouche blurts out, swallowing down his hesitation, “I want you to.” he whispers. “Need you to.”
“Aww. You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” Kazuha coos.
“Shut the fuck up–!”
Scaramouche collapses again, completely slumping his weight onto Heizou. Tears bead at the corners of his eyes as Kazuha fucks him – Hard.
“Please, n-no! S-stop!”
“Quiet, puppet.”
Scaramouche shivers.
He loves it when they call him that.
They’re both inside of him, but Kazuha’s doing most of the moving, and it’s so tight, so fucking tight – Unbearable – so good, so fucking hot. Scaramouche is melting, dissolving, unbelievably turned on.
He runs his tongue over Heizou’s face, any part of it he can reach… and then they’re kissing, Heizou’s sweet tongue welcoming Scaramouche’s with familiar hunger, swallowing down his moans, returning them with his own, both of them unraveling.
Heizou’s hips start to move, hand gripping Scaramouche’s hair in a tight fist, the other groping his ass. Scara’s just laying there, taking it, feeling Kazuha hit inside of him just right, his second orgasm welling hot in the pit of his stomach.
Heizou’s close, too. His thrusts are so erratic. He barely gets moving before he stops, over and over again, Scaramouche biting down on Heizou’s bottom lip to stay grounded, to keep from completely fading away.
This goes on for a while. So long that Scaramouche starts to question if he’s even still awake. He can barely think. His mind is turned to mush.
“What do you think, Heizou?” Kazuha asks, his own thrusts slowing. “Should we fill him up?”
Heizou’s panting, hugging Scaramouche close. All he manages is a breathy, “Yes.”
Scaramouche braces himself, gritting his teeth as Kazuha pounds into him once, twice, three times… and then he moans, holding Scaramouche at his base, keeping himself all the way inside as he pulses into him. Scaramouche can feel it. It’s wet, warm, soothing his walls. He’s been fucked raw. He’s whimpering as it spreads around their dicks… and then he feels more, Heizou finally letting himself go, pulling Scaramouche back into a sloppy kiss as he twitches inside of him.
Finally, they’re done.
Kazuha pulls out first, Scaramouche shuddering as he feels the wet warmth run down his skin – and then Heizou pulls out, too, and Scaramouche whines, the emptiness overwhelming him. He wants more.
He wants them back inside.
He wants to cum again.
He wants–
Kazuha pulls him off of Heizou, laying him flat on his back. Scaramouche blinks away the fuzz, but then Kazuha’s lips are wrapped around him – And then Heizou’s tongue is licking up the mess all over his shaft….
And Scaramouche can’t take it.
Mere seconds of it pushes him over the edge.
He writhes all over the mattress, pulling at his own hair, harsh, violent breaths so fast that he starts to hyperventilate. Kazuha runs a soothing hand over his chest, whispering, “Breathe, Scaramouche.”
And at long last, Scaramouche’s finally fucking satisfied.
“How was that?” Kazuha asks, leaning over him, peering into his eyes.
“Fuck you.” Scaramouche snaps, “Both of you.”
Heizou and Kazuha look at each other before smiling.
“He loved it.” they say in unison.
Scaramouche folds his arms, paying them both his most sinister scowl. “You made me this way. Clean me up.” he demands.
“Aww.” Kazuha says, “He’s asking for aftercare.”
“He’s growing so much.” Heizou says, running a hand through Scaramouche’s hair, “I’m proud of him.”
“Why the fuck are you both talking like I’m not here?” Scaramouche growls, sitting up, ignoring the feeling of cum still dripping out of his ass. “Yes, I want aftercare. So give it to me already.” he huffs.
Kazuha leans in and kisses him gently on the lips, ruffling his hair. “Okay, you big grump. Let’s go.”
Scaramouche clicks his teeth, blushing as Kazuha pulls away. “Finally.” he says, making a show of rolling his eyes. Just so they know he totally isn’t enjoying this relationship way more than he’s enjoyed any human companionship he’s ever had.
He wants to make sure they’re clear on that.
They aren’t special to him.
Not at all.
Not even if they draw him a bath and wash him up, praising him and giving him sweet affection.
Not even then.