I'm the fruit that was forbidden
But don’t keep my evil hidden
I'm the one she was afraid of
Now I'm what your dreams are made ofI'll show you the light
With all the lights off, with all the lights off
I'll bring you to life
I'm a holy fuck, I'm a holy fuck— Demi Lovato
It starts with hopelessness.
They’re on the brink of war, they’ve been attacked with their own science under their own noses and all Jayce can think of is that he failed. The research that was supposed to bring progress and peace to the city has become the one that will see the city fall.
“We need to be prepared,” Mel says, “in case this happens again.”
“You want us to build weapons?” Viktor’s frustration is palpable, his anger as thick a blanket as the one he’d huddle under sometimes when working late at night in the lab.
“I’m just saying we need to consider our options.” Always the diplomat, Mel doesn’t push, but Jayce almost wishes she did. It’d be something to do, a direction to take.
Viktor only thinks of soothing. “I’m sorry, Jayce, I don’t have any answers. I don’t know what to do.”
A silence fills the room as the morning fog near the docks. It’s heavy and tense and Jayce cannot, for the life of him, think of a way out that doesn’t involve more violence.
It’s Mel who breaks it.
Unexpectedly, abruptly, with the last thing he would’ve imagined.
“You guys wanna have a threesome?”
Jayce looks over at Mel. He doesn’t know what’s the look he’s wearing, but he knows it’s a good one when her mouth goes from a neutral line to a soft quirk at the corners. He must be blushing, so he turns to Viktor, who’s looking at Mel as if he’s seeing her for the first time, his blush is quite noticeable under the light of their lab, but he’s not backing down.
Viktor then turns to look at Jayce, as if calculating what response is appropriate in this situation. Without much hesitation, Viktor says, “I’m game.”
That was not what Jayce expected.
But before the silence around him becomes too much, he says: “me too.”
Mel’s smile was a thing of beauty and he would’ve followed her anywhere if she smiled at him like that —he already had, he’d do it again and again and again ad infinitum—, and for a brief moment, he thought they’d do it right there in the lab, but then she turns around and starts walking.
“Come on, I’m not in the mood for this lab. And my bed is much more comfortable than whatever you were thinking.”
The walk from the lab to the street, as well as the trip to Mel’s place was made mostly in silence, with Viktor and Mel making a comment about this or that until Jayce realized they were talking about threesome logistics.
Apparently, Viktor had to keep his back brace on or risk a dislocated disk, but beyond that, he didn’t have many limitations. When Mel opened the door to her place, she waved her servant away and led them directly to her room on the second floor, while telling them that no matter what, she didn’t want her hair pulled, no matter how sexy it might be.
At this point, Mel turned around and asked Jayce, “any big no-no’s? You haven’t spoken a word in a long time.”
“No spanking yet. Slaps are okay. Most things are okay, actually. I don’t think there’s any big no.”
“Can I pull your hair?” Mel asks.
“Please,” he practically begs.
“Can I call you names?” asks Viktor.
“Yes. Yes, any names.”
“Do you promise to tell us to stop if you want us to?” They’ve reached Mel’s room, but she doesn’t open the door, instead she turns to face them. “Both of you. Any discomfort, anything feels weird, you will speak, alright?”
“What about you?” Viktor asks, a pensive look on his face.
“Oh, I will make it known if I want to stop. And if any of you refuses, you will leave this place with one less appendage. Is that clear?”
“Crystal,” says Viktor.
Jayce, for his part, laughs. “Ten minutes ago you were ready to kill each other and now—”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Mel opens the door and enters the room, already unlacing the front of her dress.
Viktor, not one to be left behind, enters the room and gives the bed a look, then he turns to Jayce. “So, is it as comfortable as she said it would be?”
Jayce blushes easily and he’s not even naked yet. Viktor leaves him by the door and goes to the bed, leaving his crutches next to the bed, unbuttoning his vest as he sits down. Mel turns to him then, making her invitation clear with a nod to the bed.
“Come over here, babygirl,” she says and Jayce positively melts.
By the time he’s there, Mel has started undoing Viktor’s tie, her deft fingers making it look easy. Then she takes Jayce’s hand and guides it to the side where there’s a hidden zip that Jayce undoes slowly, same as the first time the two of them were together.
Satisfied to have Jayce’s hands occupied, Mel’s hands go to Viktor’s shirt, where she grabs firmly before leaning down to kiss him. Jayce thinks his heart might beat out of his ribcage if the way it ramps up means anything. Their kiss is wet and openmouthed and hungry in a way that suggests both of them were still stewing in anger from the previous argument, only they’ve turned it into a dance of lips and teeth and gasps that are almost moans.
Jayce feels awkward there, standing just behind Mel, the zip of her dress down and his hands uncomfortably latching onto something to be connected to them. But he doesn’t need to worry much longer because just as abruptly as Mel kissed Viktor, she stopped, Viktor trying to follow her but being pushed back gently by her lovely, strong hands.
“Undress, Viktor.”
With that, she turned around and started to work on getting Jayce out of his stuffy clothes. Before long, he was standing there only in his underwear, same as Viktor. He felt the urge to reach out but he hasn’t been given the yes yet. Mel was calling the shots and all she wanted at the moment was to undress as slowly as possible. It was maddening, especially because all she wore under her dress was a black set of lacey underwear.
Instead of taking her underwear off, she climbed the bed and crawled to the pillows, where she made herself comfortable in between pillows and blankets. She put one of her hands to her breast and softly teased her own nipple. Jayce wanted to run his tongue over the delicate fabric, but before he could say anything, Viktor grabbed his attention by putting his hand on his thigh.
“I think Mel wouldn’t mind if we kissed,” he suggests.
“Oh, no, she encourages it, in fact,” she teases from her position. Her other hand is playing with the edge of her panties, so Jayce decides that she’s taking good care of herself for the moment. He’s about to sit next to Viktor when Viktor stops him with a hand in the air.
“I thought you liked it rough, babygirl.” He says it with just the slight air of a sneer that feels just a tiny bit humiliating and Jayce drinks it in before nodding. “Kneel in front of me, then.”
The floor is cold where he kneels and he looks at Viktor through his eyelashes, licking his lips. Viktor doesn’t take a minute, he grabs him by the face, fingers digging hard into his jaw and brings him close for a heated kiss.
It’s similar to the kiss he saw with Mel before but this one brings all the memories of having previously tried but not succeeded to make a relationship work. It doesn’t sting though, they were young back then, it was ill fated from the beginning. Now it wasn’t a relationship either, it was just the fire of an argument settled behind closed doors.
They kiss and kiss until his lips feel on fire, until his lips have been bitten time and time again, then Viktor pushes his face away with the same roughness he kissed him. It’s not a slap, but it’s close and Jayce’s dick twitches with interest. He likes it when his partners are bossy and demanding and he can already tell Viktor will be.
Jayce chances a look at Mel, whose legs have fallen open at the sight of the men kissing, she carefully plays with herself on top of her underwear.
“Go to Mel,” Viktor says. No, Viktor orders .
Jayce follows without an argument.
He crawls until he’s a foot away from Mel, waiting on instructions. Mel beckons him closer until he’s almost lying on top of her, but still without touching skin to skin. She then grabs his hair and maneuvers his head to the right angle to kiss him hard until they’re both gasping. It doesn’t take long.
Jayce can feel his cock heavy with want and all he wants to do is touch himself, but he hasn’t been prompted, so no yet. He needs to be good to deserve the praise that comes after a partner has come first.
Right then, he feels the bed dip as Viktor climbs and kneels behind him. First his hands caress his sides, mapping every single crevice and curve, moving upwards until they find his nipples hard and sensitive. Jayce doesn’t ask where Viktor got the nipple clamps, he just lets himself be prodded, pushed, used in a way that no one has used him before. Mel’s legs open at the right angle for Jayce to position in between them but before he can do that, Viktor is pulling him back by the hair.
“Stay here, lie down,” he says. There’s no force in his tone, but he’s stronger than he expected him to be in his state. The back brace’s silver undertones seem to be the brightest thing in the room and then he notices that Mel has taken off her underwear, but has kept the mysterious golder jewelry that feels more like armor on.
“Stay down, baby girl,” she says, just as she sits on top of his chest, facing backwards so she can look at Viktor. Viktor who is struggling to open the bottle of lube to prepare Jayce properly. He can’t wait forever though, because from Mel’s initial tone, this was a one time thing and Jayce couldn’t bear the idea that if Viktor didn’t get inside him right now, it’d never, ever happen.
Eventually, he lubed himself up, stroking his cock until it was hot and leaking next to Jayce’s hole. Instead of immediately fuck him, he teased him with two fingers every time Mel put her cunt directly on his mouth. It was maddening, excruciatingly good. It was torture and it was a soothing bath after a long day. Jayce’s tongue was tired, but not his lips, so he sucked until Mel’s leg shook. Or he intended to, because right there and then, Viktor slid inside him.
No one warned him Viktor had a massive cock and that felt like cheating, but every inch he felt inside of him felt like a blessing. Viktor balls deep inside him, Mel’s ass riding his face. It's like he woke up from a dream and then won a jackpot.
He almost wished all their diplomatic decisions were like that.
He was two fingers deep inside Mel when Viktor changed his pace to a more brutal taking, his hands on his hips would surely leave bruises that would not disappear by the morning. Once Viktor starts to hit his prostate, Jayce’s whines become more and more frequent, while Mel’s grip on his head makes him focus on her pleasure and not the way his own pleasure is building relentlessly with each of Viktor’s movements.
Mel is not particularly loud in bed, but she still moans low and long, while her body rides her orgasm, keeping Jayce in between her legs until her tremors subside. Viktor, for his part, is about to grab Jayce’s cock to relieve him, but Mel bats her hand away.
“Babygirl needs to learn some patience.”
And Jayce shouldn’t be aroused by that, but he almost comes from the words alone.
Viktor fucks into him until he comes with a quiet gasp and collapses on Mel’s bed, exhausted as Jayce has never seen him before. He feels a little neglected when both of them lounge in their post-orgasm glow, unsure of the protocol here.
“Jayce, will you lie down? We’re lounging,” Mel says. “I’m also waiting to see how long until you beg for release.”
“Can I please come?” he begs.
“What do you think, Viktor?”
“Maybe he should go home like this,” he’s pensive, but in that lazy way he gets every morning before coffee has arrived.
“You’re mean,” she says, leaning over him and taking a small vibrator out of her bedside drawer. It’s one of those small clitoris vibrators that don’t have the highest potency, but they’re very localized.
“Viktor, can you help me with tying him up?”
Viktor doesn’t hesitate, using the sheets to tie up his hands to the headrest, then sitting right on top of his stomach. Mel sits on his legs and turns on the vibrator, Jayce splutters with the vibrations, but Viktor stops Mel for a second, sitting farther up until his ass is right on Jayce’s face. He feels more than sees Jayce’s deep intake of breath, then a shy lick up his crack.
Mel continues rubbing in circles right in the head of Jayce’s cock, one hand jacking him off until he finally gets to come.
Viktor carefully levels himself off Jayce and lies next to him. On Jayce’s other side, Mel is finally relaxing, smiling even.
“That… was my first threesome.” is the first sentence that leaves his mouth before the rest of his coherent thought comes back.
Viktor and Mel, in some kind of freaky post-threesome synchronicity say, “it was not mine.”
Jayce looks at the ceiling, then looks at his partners. There will be things to worry about tomorrow, but right now, all he wants is to lie down in between them and sleep for the foreseeable future.