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“What do you think about me and Colress?”
Zinzolin looked up from his paperwork.
Ghetsis had appeared out of nowhere, it seemed, and decided to nonchalantly sit on the edge of the desk in his study. It wasn’t unlike the Plasma leader to engage in idle conversation, but he rarely ever brought up the fact that he was in a relationship with Colress. Not that he wasn’t letting it be known— their overly affectionate behavior made it clear to everyone.
“You and Mr. Achroma?” Zinzolin pondered for a moment. He knew he had to choose his words carefully. “Well, I think you two make a lovely couple.”
Though the other Plasma Sages did not approve of Ghetsis engaging in any relationship that could not result in a more suitable heir than N, Zinzolin was much more sympathetic. He thought it best to let Ghetsis live as he pleased. Zinzolin never joined the others when they stood around gossiping about their Leader’s personal life. He had his own problems to think about.
“And what do you think about me?” Ghetsis asked.
Zinzolin smiled timidly. Ah, so Ghetsis had come to him for a little ego boost? Now was the time to bust out the usual bootlicking spiel.
“You’re a great leader, sir. I’ve always thought that no one could do a better job at running this team. Your father would’ve been so proud. If only he were still here to see you.”
Ghetsis’ face turned sly, as if he were immune to mindless praise. “Thanks, but I was asking what you think about me in a more... physical sense.”
Zinzolin paused. He peered over the top of his reading glasses.
“I’m afraid I still don’t understand.”
“I’m asking if you find me attractive, Zin,” Ghetsis clarified. “You know. If you’d consider sleeping with me.”
Zinzolin felt his entire face heat up as an ice cold sweat broke out over his skin. He had no idea what prompted Ghetsis to ask this. Had others been spreading rumors?
Admittedly, Ghetsis was a scarily handsome man. He had a very refined face, a product of the generations of wealth and nobility that came before him. Ghetsis was also the youngest of the Sages and had this particular vibrancy to him, this boisterous energy that no one else on the team had. The others were boring traditionalists, decades older than Ghetsis. Though, whether they wanted to or not, the Sages found themselves attracted to him in a disturbing, paternal sort of way.
But... to actually sleep with Ghetsis?!
Zinzolin swallowed nervously. “Sir, it isn’t appropriate to discuss this,” he replied with an awkward smile.
Ghetsis held his hand to his chest, as if hurt. “Aw, you think so?” he whined with a cruel smirk. “Fine. You don’t have to answer that.”
Grin fading, he leaned in closely and asked, “Maybe you’re more interested in Colress, then?”
Now Zinzolin really began to panic.
“No, of course not!” he replied fervently.
Scoffing and rolling his eye, Ghetsis said, “Don’t lie to me. I’ve seen the way you look at him, the way you talk to him. You thought I wouldn’t notice?”
Zinzolin clasped his hands together on the desk in front of him, his knuckles turning white. He thought he’d done a better job at hiding his fondness for Colress. Though he was much older than the scientist, he honestly looked up to him. Colress was bright, innovative, and full of great ideas. He was easy to talk to, as well; always taking everyone’s thoughts into consideration.
Colress had also played a major part in getting Ghetsis back to a stable condition after the defeat of Team Plasma all those years ago. Zinzolin felt he owed a lot to Colress and always treated him well.
Truth be told, Zinzolin had a mild crush on him.
It wasn’t anything vulgar or profane. He just really enjoyed listening to the smart, handsome young man speak passionately about stuff his old frumpy self would never understand in a million years.
Ghetsis put his hand on Zinzolin’s arm. “Don’t look so freaked out. I’m not mad at you. I really don’t care how you feel about Colress. Love him or hate him, he’s my boyfriend. Plus, he’s a valuable asset to Team Plasma.”
“I understand, sir,” Zinzolin murmured.
“Actually, I came here asking you this because I wanted to know if you’d be interested in helping me with something.”
Zinzolin stared at Ghetsis, keeping his eyes low and half-squinted as if the embarrassment he was feeling caused him actual physical pain.
“Would you be interested in joining us in bed tonight?” Ghetsis asked simply.
Zinzolin felt like he might explode. “Wh...”
Ghetsis smirked, crossing one leg over the other as he made himself comfortable on top of his desk.
“We’ve been talking for a while now about inviting a third person but we never got ‘round to it. Colress has been insatiable lately, as a side effect of a medication he’s on, so I figured now would be the perfect time, right? And who else would I ask but one of my most loyal companions?”
Zinzolin still could not speak. He looked around, completely expecting other members of Team Plasma to jump out and inform him that this was all just a big prank.
“Is that a yes or a no?” asked Ghetsis. “I don’t have all day.”
“I just,” Zinzolin began, “I don’t know... I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“I know you’re still fucked up over your split with your wife,” Ghetsis said, bringing up a subject that still pained Zinzolin to talk about. “You’re going through some shit and, frankly, it’s starting to show in your work. Why not have a little fun? Relax a bit. You deserve it.”
“But I can’t sleep with Mr. Achroma,” Zinzolin argued, keeping his voice low. “I’m old enough to be his, what? Father? Grandfather, even? AND he’s my superior.”
“So what? Who cares? We certainly don’t give a shit. He and I had a long debate about who we both thought would be a good addition and you were the one we both agreed on. Colress is more than willing.”
Zinzolin blushed. “He is?”
“There you go,” Ghetsis said, reaching forward to pat Zinzolin’s head. “Don’t fret. Come back to my place at ten tonight, alright? We’ll be waiting.”
Ghetsis hopped off the desk and walked away.
Zinzolin watched his boss leave before holding his head in his hands and letting out a long sigh.
Zinzolin returned to Ghetsis’ house a little after ten o’clock.
As he waited for the door to open, he looked down at the outfit he decided to wear for the night. A dark sport coat, a gray sweater, and black trousers. He didn’t want to show up looking too overdressed but he also didn’t want to come across as an uncaring slob in front of Colress.
The door opened.
Zinzolin was greeted by Ghetsis’ smirking face and a whole lotta bare skin. The dress shirt Ghetsis had on was mostly unbuttoned, revealing an unexpectedly muscular torso. It only took a single glance at the Plasma leader’s body for Zinzolin to feel self conscious. He was not like Ghetsis at all. He’d become gaunt with age, soft in all the parts that he felt shouldn’t be. Ghetsis looked like he actually took care of himself.
Zinzolin felt like he didn’t stand a chance.
How could Colress even think about letting someone like me come near him when he already has Ghetsis? Zinzolin thought.
“Well now, don’t you look handsome?” Ghetsis said, his voice soft and teasing. “Come on in.”
Zinzolin entered the foyer. He’d been to Ghetsis’ house countless times but it was under these circumstances that made him feel like he was crossing into a completely different universe.
“Sit down,” Ghetsis instructed once they were in the living room. He looked over his shoulder and called out, “Colress, he’s here!”
“Okay, be out in a second!” came Colress’ shouted reply.
Zinzolin felt his jaw clamp up with nervousness. The sound of Colress’ voice brought everything into focus. This was really happening. Zinzolin contemplated running back home and never leaving his house again but it was too late. He made the choice to come here and now he felt like he was dealing with the consequences.
Ghetsis sat beside him and leaned in close. He gently ran his hand up Zinzolin’s jawline, chuckling at the startled reaction his touch elicited.
“Hey, don’t look so scared,” Ghetsis murmured reassuringly. “Would you like some wine? Maybe a smoke? Or are you interested in a little chemical assistance? Something to heighten the mood.”
“What do you mean?” Zinzolin asked, startled at this offer.
But Ghetsis could tell what he was thinking. “Oh, Zin, sweetheart,” he laughed, putting a warm hand on Zinzolin’s arm. “No, I was talking about boner pills. You’re old as fuck so I figured you might need some.”
Zinzolin blushed. “Are we going to do… do things out here?” he asked, trying to change the subject. “Is N home? This doesn’t seem very private.”
Ghetsis rolled his eye. “He’s not here tonight. Stop worrying so much— and chin up, wouldja? How’re we supposed to have any fun with you if you keep making that sad little face?”
There was the soft pattering sound of someone walking into the room so the two of them looked up. Colress had arrived.
“Evening, gentlemen,” he said, his voice light and friendly.
He was dressed in loose flannel pajamas and his hair no longer in the usual neat, combed back style he wore to work every day. His hair was undone and hanging down over his forehead. That blue streak of hair he always had sticking out from his head was tucked behind his ear, curling down til it touched his shoulder. He looked extremely handsome and cozy.
Zinzolin found that he could not speak; all he could do was sit and stare.
“Come sit with us, baby,” Ghetsis said, patting the couch.
Colress settled himself between the two men. He looked at Zinzolin and smiled.
“H-Hello, Mr. Achroma,” Zinzolin stammered pathetically.
Colress started to chuckle. “No, please!” he laughed. “You can just call me Colress.”
He hid his mouth behind one of his giant pajama sleeves. Zinzolin tilted his head, trying to get a better look to check if he’d offended Colress.
The young scientist adjusted his glasses. “I’m sorry— I guess I’m a little nervous,” he admitted. “It’s been a while since anyone but Ghetsis has seen me naked so I feel kinda shy.”
With a low noise that sounded like something between a growl and a purr, Ghetsis took Colress into his arms and playfully kissed at his neck.
“Don’t be,” Ghetsis murmured into Colress’ ear. “Look at you. You’re perfect. You have nothing to be shy about.”
The bashful expression Colress wore was replaced by one of bliss and something more carnal. He tilted his head back to allow Ghetsis to suck on his neck some more until the two of them started aggressively making out.
Zinzolin just sat and watched in perplexed astonishment. Arceus, he thought. Is this how couples are supposed to kiss? My whole life has been a lie...
Though he was initially amused at the fervor of their kisses, Zinzolin was starting to find himself entranced by the sight and sounds the two of them were making together. Ghetsis would stick his tongue deep into Colress’ mouth, bringing out the sweetest whines from the scientist, which caused Ghetsis to moan in approval. Zinzolin gulped. He could feel his heart beginning to pound in his chest.
Then, Ghetsis turned Colress around and pulled him close,so that the younger man’s back was resting against his chest, then started unbuttoning Colress’ pajama top.
Zinzolin looked away as soon as he saw the slightest hint of bare skin.
Ghetsis clicked his tongue. “Nuh-uh, Zin. Look.”
Zinzolin nodded and focused his attention back on what was being done to Colress.
As each of the shirt’s buttons snapped open, Ghetsis continued to kiss Colress’ neck. The shirt was now undone and pulled off, blessing Zinzolin with the sight of Colress’ bare torso.
Ghetsis ran his hand down Colress’ chest and past his stomach, his fingers running through the trail of dark blond hair that grew below his belly button. His hand went under the waistband of Colress’ pants and touched him in a way that made the scientist whimper.
“Ah, fuck,” he moaned, baring his neck as he rested his head back on Ghetsis’ shoulder.
Zinzolin felt chills run down his spine. He watched as Ghetsis’ hand moved underneath the fabric. Colress’ legs started to twitch and squirm. Soft wet sounds began to fill the room, confusing Zinzolin at first but the sounds started to turn him on so badly that he didn’t think any more about where they were coming from.
Ghetsis looked over at Zinzolin. “Help me out here, Zin. Would you pull off his pants? All the way off.”
Zinzolin didn’t feel worthy enough to do it but he followed his Leader’s orders. He reached over to hook his fingers on the waistband of Colress’ pants then tugged them down his legs and off his feet. Zinzolin stared at the article of clothing on the floor, trying to give his superiors their privacy.
“Zinzolin,” Ghetsis said, his voice low and teasing. “I need you to look.”
When Zinzolin turned around, the first thing he focused on was Colress’ face. He took in the sight of his round, golden eyes, dreamy and half-closed. He observed the way Colress’ cheeks flushed pink, the way his lips were wet and red from all the kisses. Then he looked down between Colress’ legs, hidden by Ghetsis’ hand and thank Arceus for that. Zinzolin wasn’t sure if he could handle it just yet.
Ghetsis pulled his hand away.
In between Colress’ thighs was a soft mound covered in hair. He spread his legs a little, revealing an erect fleshy nub and a set of pink lips. He was dripping with wetness, so much so that it had gotten on his inner thighs.
Zinzolin stared in awe. Though he was a little surprised by Colress’ unexpected equipment, he was more shocked by the fact that he was even seeing it in the first place. Feeling that he’d stared for a little too long, he looked away.
Ghetsis nudged Zinzolin’s leg with his foot. “Touch him.”
Zinzolin blinked. “What?!”
“Touch Colress.”
“I don’t know where—”
“Here.”
Ghetsis used his thumb to stroke along the side of Colress’ clit. He did it gently and slowly but it was enough to make Colress squirm. He rubbed it like that a few more times before taking the hood between the knuckles of his index and middle finger then sliding the skin back and forth.
Colress could hardly keep himself from thrusting into Ghetsis’ hand. “Ah– Ghetsis, please.”
Ghetsis’ hand stopped moving. He glanced up at Zinzolin and tilted his head as if to say Your turn.
Zinzolin felt like he was about to faint but he powered through. As his hand moved to touch Colress, in his mind, he fretted about what he was going to do. He was familiar with the genitalia Colress owned yet he knew that this time, the situation was different. Colress was a man and Zinzolin had never been with a man before. He didn’t want to do anything wrong or accidentally hurt him.
He decided to play it safe and mimic what Ghetsis had been doing.
He took Colress’ clit between his knuckles and started to jerk it off. He kept his movements light and slow, because he knew how sensitive that part of the body was. The thought of hurting Colress scared him to death.
Much to Zinzolin’s relief, Colress seemed to be enjoying it. His hips rolled up as if he didn’t want to break contact with Zinzolin, as if he wanted more.
Colress smiled weakly. “That feels nice, Zin.”
Zinzolin felt all the blood in his body rush to his dick. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Colress’ face anymore, lest he make a fool of himself and cum right then and there. Instead, he focused on his hand and the wetness that covered it.
“Faster,” Colress panted.
Always obedient to his superiors, Zinzolin did as he was told. His hand picked up the pace and Colress moaned approvingly. Zinzolin alternated between jerking off Colress’ clit and rolling it around in circular motions, pressing his thumb against the exposed head. Colress’ moans turned into breathy whines and his body struggled to stay in place. The only reason he didn’t tumble off the couch was due to the fact that Ghetsis was holding him in place.
Colress’ eyes screwed shut and he threw his head back. “F-Fuck,” he groaned, his voice cracking. “I’m gonna–”
His entire body stiffened up as he went silent, his thighs trembling as he came.
Not wanting to overstimulate him, Zinzolin instantly pulled away.
Ghetsis caressed Colress’ hair with his hand. “There— good boy. You always look so handsome when you cum. How’re you feeling? You up for some more?”
Colress let out a weak laugh, face reddening at the praise he received. “Yeah, I think I am. What did you want to do?”
Zinzolin noticed that Colress looked at him when he asked that. His heart was really pounding in his chest. He’d just made Colress cum, for Arceus’ sake– he needed a moment to cope.
Ghetsis patted Colress on the hip. “On your hands and knees. I’ll clean you up for Zinzolin here.”
“Wait, what do you mean?” Zinzolin asked, straightening up his posture.
Instead of answering, Ghetsis simply got up and ran his good hand down Colress’ back as the younger man assumed the position. Zinzolin watched as Ghetsis sat behind Colress, squeezed his butt, and, with an enthusiastic growl, began noisily eating him out.
Colress’ body jolted forward at the initial contact, bringing his face close to Zinzolin’s lap.
At first, Zinzolin attempted to inch away but then— Colress’ set a hand on his thigh and looked up at him with curious eyes.
“Mind if I...?” Colress asked gently.
He pointed at his mouth.
Zinzolin felt his poor, weak heart rattle in his chest. “Oh. You don’t have to—”
Colress smiled, his breathing quickly becoming labored as Ghetsis continued his work behind him. “I want to. Let’s all just have a little fun here, okay?”
Zinzolin had only nodded once when Colress started unzipping his pants. The younger man pulled his dick out, gave it a few strokes, then took it in his mouth.
It had been so long since someone had focused their attention on him in this manner that Zinzolin forgot how to act. It took him a minute or two to get over the fact that Colress was giving him head. It felt like a strange dream come true, save for the fact that Ghetsis was there.
Ghetsis paused for a moment, taking his mouth off Colress and using his fingers in its place. He then looked over at Zinzolin and asked, “How’s it feel?”
Zinzolin felt his face get hot. “Incredible,” he mumbled.
Colress pulled his mouth away for a moment. He looked absolutely perfect. It was unbearable.
He winked at Zinzolin before looking over his shoulder. “Did you want to fuck me already, Ghetsis?”
Ghetsis lewdly slurped on his fingers before saying, “Actually, I wanted to do a little favor for ol’ Zinzolin here.”
“A favor?” Zinzolin repeated.
“You get to fuck Colress first,” Ghetsis said.
“Here?” Zinzolin asked.
Colress gestured off toward the hallway. “We could move over to the bedroom, if that makes you feel more comfortable.”
Zinzolin had barely said “Yeah, that sounds good—” when Ghetsis suddenly lifted Colress off the couch and started taking him down the hall.
He got up and followed them.
The two of them laughed and screamed in delight as Zinzolin walked dazedly behind them. I’m about to have sex with Colress, he thought. Arceus, what is happening?
Once all three of them were in the master bedroom, Ghetsis gently set Colress on the bed and laid down beside him. He gave Colress a deep, lingering kiss before looking up at Zinzolin.
“Strip,” he said.
Zinzolin, who was still fully dressed save for his undone belt, did as he was told.
“Come here,” Ghetsis commanded.
Zinzolin nodded and got on the bed, crawling forward until he was right in front of Colress.
Colress propped himself up on his elbows, spreading his legs wider. “I’d prefer if you’d fuck me in the front,” he said, “but if you wanna try the back, just give me a heads up.”
Ghetsis suddenly got up to retrieve something from a nearby nightstand. He came back with a bottle of lube then proceeded to squeeze some out into his hand. He warmed it up a bit before grabbing Zinzolin’s dick and lubing it up.
Zinzolin twitched.
Ghetsis went and did the same for himself, his eye never leaving Zinzolin’s face as he did this, before returning to his spot at Colress’ side.
Zinzolin grabbed hold of his dick and looked down between Colress’ legs. Deciding to go for the front, Zinzolin pushed forward and let out a sigh as he was enveloped with heat and wetness. He went in as far as he could then stayed like this for a moment.
Ghetsis smirked against Colress’ temple. “Does that feel good?”
Colress nodded. “Yeah,” he said, his voice getting lost in a moan as Zinzolin began to thrust.
Zinzolin looked down at Colress and wondered how on earth this was genuinely happening. Zinzolin ran a hand down Colress’ torso, admiring just how supple and taut his skin was. He’d fantasized before about being able to simply touch Colress on the hand or forearm. Just last week, he’d been admiring Colress from afar and now he was literally inside of him.
Ghetsis reached down between the two of them and jerked Colress off, his hand moving in a manner that was slow and teasing yet enough to make Colress buck his hips in desperation. Satisfied with the trembling reaction he’d elicited in his boyfriend, Ghetsis suddenly leaned over and started to make out with Zinzolin.
With a surprised grunt, Zinzolin tried to pull away but it was no use— Ghetsis had grabbed him by the back of the head. Defeated, Zinzonlin allowed Ghetsis’ tongue to slip past his lips and into his mouth.
Kissing Ghetsis wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, but it definitely felt strange. Zinzolin had known Ghetsis since the latter was a child. Making out with him like this just felt a lot more intimate than literally everything else Zinzolin had done in front of him so far.
After what felt like an eternity, Ghetsis released Zinzolin and pulled away. He sat back and continued to watch.
“Fuck him harder,” he said.
Zinzolin, still shaken from having made out with his boss, squinted in confusion. “What?”
“You heard me. Fuck Colress harder. Go on.”
Zinzolin, who was still pathetically thrusting away during all this, shook his head. “I don’t think I can. I-I’m already close.”
Ghetsis’ eye twitched in annoyance. “You either put more effort into fucking him or I’ll do it myself!”
Colress smiled apologetically from underneath Zinzolin. “It’s okay, Ghetsis. You can go after him.”
Even though Colress’ words seemed understanding, he also appeared a little bored. The enthusiasm he exuded back on the couch was no longer there.
Uh-oh, Zinzolin thought as he started to panic. I’m messing things up.
Zinzolin tried his best to speed up his movements, to put a little more force in them, but it was no use. He pulled out and came with a pathetic groan and that was that.
Furious, Ghetsis bolted up from his spot beside Colress and gave Zinzolin a slight shove. “Are you serious?” he snapped. “You didn’t even make him cum!”
Zinzolin dazedly bowed his head. “I’m sorry, sir, I just—”
Ghetsis practically rolled him off the bed. “Shut the fuck up! I’m gonna show you how it’s really done.”
With that, Ghetsis slid inside of Colress and began to move. Colress began whining in pleasure almost instantly. Watching his enthusiastic reaction under Ghetsis’ much more passionate ministrations made Zinzolin, frankly, die a little inside. It was like night and day.
Ghetsis lifted one of Colress’ legs up to get at a better angle. The wet noises coming from between them grew even louder.
“Ah, there,” Colress moaned. “Right there is perfect.”
Ghetsis smirked, leaning forward to kiss Colress along his jaw.
As they continued to go at it, Zinzolin got up from his place on the floor and stood there for a moment.
“Uh, Ghetsis,” he said pathetically.
“What?” Ghetsis responded through clenched teeth.
Zinzolin pointed at himself. “Do you still need me or…?”
Ghetsis’ nostrils flared. “No. You are dismissed.”
Zinzolin reached down and picked his clothes up off the floor. As he was getting dressed, he heard a hiss.
Colress suddenly seized up. “Fuck, Ghetsis, I’m gonna cum!”
Ghetsis moaned approvingly. “That’s it, baby, come for me,” he practically purred as he looked down at his boyfriend with nothing but adoration in his eyes.
Now fully dressed, Zinzolin started heading towards the door. “I’m just gonna…”
Ghetsis immediately flung a pillow at his head.
Zinzolin bowed apologetically before leaving the room and heading out to his car.
It was a long, quiet drive home.
Zinzolin came back to Ghetsis’ house the next week to get some Team Plasma related work done. He had not encountered his boss since their ill-fated threesome and, to be honest, he didn’t want to. Luckily for him, the Shadow Triad mentioned that Ghetsis had been out all morning running errands and would not be back until the evening.
Satisfied with this information, Zinzolin went to the study and prepared himself for a day of work.
He opened the door of the study and was immediately greeted by the sight of Ghetsis, once again, sitting on top of his desk.
“Zinzolin!” Ghetsis said, a great big smirk across his face. “It’s great to see you!”
Zinzolin blinked in disbelief. “I thought you’d gone out?”
“Colress just told me had an errand of his own, so I let him take care of it. I had a long, sweaty day of physical activity yesterday and wanted to catch up on some rest here at home.”
“Right,” Zinzolin mumbled as he walked over to the desk and sat down. He started to take his assorted pile of paperwork out of his bag when his phone began to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the screen.
Shit, Zinzolin thought.
It was his soon to be ex-wife.
I’m not going to answer. I can’t.
The phone continued to ring.
Ghetsis’ stupid smirk grew even wider. “Aren’t you going to answer them?”
Zinzolin shut his eyes and accepted the call.
“Hello, dear,” he said, internally cursing at himself for still calling her that.
“Hey, Zinzolin,” his wife replied. “So, I’ve been thinking…”
Ghetsis perked up at the sound of her voice and leaned in close. “Let me talk to her,” he whispered.
“No,” Zinzolin whispered back.
His wife paused, then said, “Is someone with you?”
Ghetsis’ eye glimmered mischievously. “Yes, it’s me, Ghetsis, ma’am.”
“O-Oh. How ar—”
“Ma’am, I just want to thank you for allowing Zinzolin to join me and Colress in bed last week! We had a blast. I was wondering if you’d like to join us as well?”
Zinzolin immediately ended the call and slammed his phone down on the desk.
Cackling with glee, Ghetsis leaned down and gave Zinzolin a kiss on the cheek. “You know I really enjoy terrorizing you, Zinz.”
“Yeah,” Zinzolin said defeatedly. “I know.”
Ghetsis hopped off the desk.
“You really shouldn’t be taking personal calls at work, anyway,” he said before exiting the study.
As the door closed behind Ghetsis, Zinzolin tiredly leaned back in his chair. He was blankly staring up at the ceiling when his phone vibrated.
It was a text from his definitely soon-to-be wife.
We need to talk once you get home.
Zinzolin slumped forward, setting his head down on the desk, and let out a heavy, existential sigh.