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Working with Zodyl behind the shadows was definitely an experience Arkha would never forget. Arkha Corvus is the kind of man who knows how to deal with various information at his disposal; how much to reveal just to get his targets interested, how much to hide for them to foam at the mouth and chase after it the way Arkha wants – he is an expert in fulfilling his goals, all while maintaining a serene facade. Which is why Zodyl’s stubbornness about keeping his choker on made Arkha agitated, to say the least.
After taking over the Raiders, the alpha’s crude ways had made the group much more notorious than they had ever been before. Within a short period of time, the Cleaners had grown to be wary of the Raiders, instead of dismissing them as pests. Arkha knew Zodyl hardly failed to get the work done – they were similar in more ways than one – but he still fretted over enemies listening in on their conversations through Zodyl’s choker.
It wasn’t like Zodyl left any room for complaints, though. They found out that Tamsy was the one pulling the strings behind Mymo’s actions, then everything went according to their plan. Mymo, or whatever being he had transformed into, was killed. The Doll Festival ended with a trainwreck, but neither the Cleaners nor the Hell Guards suffered any major losses. Well, everything went according to the plan except whatever mess they have found themselves in right now.
“Uhng–” Tamsy whimpers as Zodyl forcefully grabs his chin and makes him look into his eyes, then the omega breaks into a strained laughter that comes out as huffs. His flowery pheromones leak even through the scent patches on his nape. “Do you really think I’m the one you should be worried about?”
They’re in the basement where Tamsy previously held Amo captive. Deprived of his jinki and most of his clothes, Tamsy is chained at his wrists and ankles. He has the liberty to move around albeit with limitations, but the omega hardly has any energy left, surviving on water for days.
As far as the Ground is concerned, all they know is that Tamsy went missing after the commencement of the battle. It’s only Zodyl and Arkha, who visit the cell from time to time, making sure the omega hasn’t died yet. After all, he knows how to get to the Sphere. In order to solve the mysteries of this world, they can’t outright kill Tamsy Caines who holds secrets of his own.
Arkha leans against the wall of the cell, arms crossed against his chest as he eyes the chained man all over. Tamsy’s untied hair falls over his face, the blond and blue strands creating an alluring mess over his small frame. His oversized shirt doesn’t cover much as it rides up his thighs the more Zodyl chokes him and corners him against the wall. His pheromones leak the longer Zodyl’s touch lingers. Arkha wants to take note of any changes in Tamsy’s body language, no matter how small.
Likewise, during each encounter, Zodyl tries to get any information he can about the Sphere, each one of his attempts is for naught anyway. But this is the first time he’s laid hands on Tamsy, his patience visibly running thin. As Arkha watches silently, he takes note of Tamsy’s surprise as well. For a split second, there was a deranged grin on Tamsy’s face – the moment Zodyl’s fingers touched his skin – before schooling his expression into that of a damsel in distress.
“We all saw Rudo, didn’t we?” Tamsy’s lips droop as if he’s worried about the boy, but his eyes are solely directed on Arkha. “We saw what those gloves can do. It was beautiful, wasn’t it?”
Zodyl slaps Tamsy hard, to which the man closes his eyes and sighs in pure bliss, the scent patches doing nothing to keep his pheromones in check. Arkha wonders if Zodyl is doing it on purpose.
Then, Zodyl lets out in a serene voice with a somewhat frenzied tone beneath it. “You’re right! It was so beautiful, so much so that I want them right now, but what matte–”
“Zodyl. That’s enough!” Arkha cuts him off before he can continue. “Wait for me outside.”
With a frustrated sigh, Zodyl gets up to his feet and turns around to give Arkha a sceptical look. It warns, you’re too soft on him. But without voicing his thoughts, Zodyl leaves them alone as he walks up the stairs.
Arkha takes slow strides towards Tamsy, all while maintaining eye contact. Kneeling in front of him, Arkha takes out a small package from the inner pockets of his coat. As soon as Tamsy sees it, his stomach lets out a loud growl. He narrows his eyes at Arkha, lowering his head like a cunning beast.
The sandwich has gone cold by now, so Arkha unwraps it without haste and holds it out to Tamsy’s mouth. Even though he wanted Tamsy to experience what Amo had to go through, in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to do the same.
The chains rattle against the floor as Tamsy leans back while licking his lips. “Poisoning me after all these days? Isn’t there something you still want from me, Boss?”
Arkha tries not to think about the possible implications, instead he focuses on trivial matters. Because the way Tamsy is, he already knows that the sandwich isn’t poisoned; the little brat is just teasing Arkha now that they’re alone. “You’re not a cleaner anymore, you can stop calling me boss.”
When he brings the sandwich even closer to Tamsy’s mouth, he tightens his lips and turns his head to the side. So he wants Arkha to work for it, even though he’s the one starving.
Sighing, Arkha cups Tamsy’s cheek and rubs his thumb over the scar on his face. The soft touch makes Tamsy shiver, and unlike the psychotic grin elicited by Zodyl’s rough manhandling, this time it makes Tamsy widen his eyes and lock gazes with Arkha. But soon, a familiar grin breaks out on his face, his pheromones a tone of unhinged arousal now.
Arkha presses the sandwich against his mouth. This time Tamsy obliges, taking a huge bite, chewing and gulping in an instant. There has always been a sort of… tension between them.
Though it was more like suspicion rather than anything sexual. The thought of feeling Tamsy’s hair and his scarred torso has never once crossed Arkha’s mind. He has never wanted to get a taste of Tamsy’s slick. He has never wondered how Tamsy’s walls would feel around his cock–
Tamsy shifts in his position, bringing his knees up to his chest then spreading his legs in a deliberate manner, not caring that his panties are on full display. “Are you satisfied with just touching my face? Haven’t you always daydreamed much more, Boss?”
Fuck. Fuck everything.
Arkha can’t catch a break with this siren, can he? Why does Tamsy know him like the back of his hands? Why can’t Arkha pretend in front of him? Being chained with limited mobility, deprived of his jinki and totally at the mercy of Arkha and Zodyl, Tamsy still holds a certain kind of power over the boss of the Cleaners. It’s embarrassing, it’s infuriating.
Without wasting another moment, Arkha grabs the back of Tamsy’s head, fisting a bunch of his loose hair as he pulls at it harshly.
“Ahh–” Tamsy tips his head back and lets out a delirious laughter, his face a bright shade of red as Arkha notices the wet spot through the thin underwear.
Arkha doesn’t even register himself moving until Tamsy is whimpering in pleasure and humping Arkha’s hand that is cupped over his clothed pussy.
“Leaving me out of all the fun now?”
Zodyl’s cold voice makes both of them stop in their tracks. His expression is almost sinister as he appears behind Tamsy in an instant and sends a sharp blow to his neck, knocking the omega unconscious.
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It’s true that the alphas had already deviated from their plan by keeping Tamsy locked up in the basement instead of lawfully punishing him. But whatever was happening right now… Neither of the alphas had ever dreamed about it even in their deepest subconscious. At least not with the three of them involved in the act altogether.
Arkha sits cross-legged on a chair in his bedroom, hands inside his pants pockets and his Cleaner’s coat nowhere in sight, only the turtleneck covering his torso. On the other hand, Zodyl has already stripped down to his boxers, leaning against the wall opposite to where Arkha is sitting, the bed separating them.
The sound of the water pattering on the bathroom floor keeps Zodyl on edge. His eyes are fixated on the bathroom door as he waits for Tamsy to come out. With gritted teeth, Zodyl keeps tapping his foot against the floor.
Arkha can’t blame Zodyl; the omega’s pheromones are maddening at this moment. He wonders if these pheromones are also a part of Tamsy’s weapons, as he tries his best to stay rooted in his chair rather than break down the bathroom door and knot the omega right there, making him a crying mess bloated with the alpha’s load.
It’s not far-fetched to say that Tamsy is testing them right now, taking his sweet time cleaning himself when all three of them know very well that they don’t give a fuck about it. Does he even have the energy to clean himself thoroughly?
The only reason they didn’t lose control inside the basement is because Zodyl didn’t want to leave any more traces than they already have. But to think Zodyl would knock Tamsy out just because he didn’t want him to know Arkha’s address, because Zodyl wanted to do it at Arkha’s place… Not even the Cleaners know the whereabouts of their boss’s residence, after all.
The door unlocks and out comes Tamsy, wrapped in only a towel around his waist. His wet hair sticks to his torso, the scars making Arkha itch to feel them against his fingers, his lips and tongue.
“Come here.” Zodyl orders, checking Tamsy out from head to toe. When Tamsy smirks and takes one lazy step, Zodyl growls and releases his pheromones. “If you delay one more second–”
Despite the brat he is, Tamsy rushes to Zodyl’s side in an instant, wraps his arms around Zodyl’s neck and brings him down for their lips to meet in a sloppy kiss. Looks like even an omega like Tamsy is weak to an alpha’s pheromones.
From the corner of his eyes, Tamsy’s gaze falls on Arkha. The alpha doesn’t know what expression he’s sporting but it seems to please Tamsy as he smirks against the kiss while still locking eyes with Arkha. Zodyl groans against Tamsy’s lips, turning the omega around and pressing his chest against the wall.
From where Arkha is sitting, Zodyl’s larger frame has totally covered Tamsy. The mix of pheromones emitting from both of them keeps Arkha on the edge of his seat, his breath hitched.
Tamsy moans as Zodyl humps against his bare ass after ripping the towel off from his body. He turns Tamsy’s face around and leans down to kiss him. It infuriates Arkha that he can’t see Tamsy’s face, the omega’s sounds alone riling him up like never before.
“Bring him to the bed, Zodyl.” His voice is impatient as he orders the other alpha.
Zodyl picks the omega off of the floor. Tamsy wraps his legs around the alpha’s waist, both of them engrossed in tangling their tongues as their lips move hungrily. The soft moans of Tamsy seem to stir something deep inside Zodyl as he gropes Tamsy’s ass harder until his knuckles turn white, growling into the kiss.
When Zodyl throws him down onto the bed, he falls with a grunt and backs away until his head hangs past the edge of the bed’s side, long hair touching the floor. Zodyl buries his face in the crook of Tamsy’s neck, making the omega moan loudly and arch his back to meet the weight of Zodyl’s body against him.
Suddenly, Tamsy opens his eyes to look directly at Arkha. Through this inverted gaze, the omega grins slyly at Arkha while fisting Zodyl’s hair, then furrows his brows in pleasure with his mouth hanging open.
Arkha takes in a deep breath as he watches Zodyl move down and take Tamsy’s nipple into his mouth, flicking the other one between his fingers. It makes Tamsy curse under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut. But then, he opens his eyes and locks gaze with Arkha again before Zodyl grabs Tamsy’s hands and pins them on either side of his head.
‘Arkha,’ Tamsy mouths clearly before grinning wider when Arkha’s breath hitches and eyes widen.
Arkha gets up from the chair and sheds his pants. He walks up to the bed, watching Tamsy’s eyes sparkle as his gaze refuses to leave Arkha’s crotch. The alpha pushes down the boxers barely, stopping a few inches away from Tamsy’s mouth. Tamsy wets his lips before opening wide, expecting Arkha to start fucking his throat. When Arkha starts stroking his cock slowly, Tamsy scrunches his brows in frustration and lifts his head to meet his need.
Zodyl growls and pushes him down on the bed, taking turns in licking and sucking his nipples, and making the omega moan louder. Zodyl spreads Tamsy’s legs harshly and bends them until he’s almost folded in half before humping his cunt while pleasuring his nipples.
“Ahh– Zodyl–” Tamsy fists Zodyl’s hair, now that the alpha is gripping his thighs harder.
Through ragged breathing, Zodyl smashes his lips against Tamsy’s. The air is thick with all three of their pheromones now. The amount of alpha pheromones must make Tamsy heady. His eyes roll back as his hands slacken around Zodyl’s hair, falling to the bed on either side of his head.
Even so, Arkha sees Tamsy’s hips bucking up in rhythm with Zodyl’s humping. At times, Tamsy tries to focus his gaze on Arkha stroking his cock, opening his mouth wide at the sight, instinctively, whining when Arkha refuses to give it to him. He keeps on mouthing Arkha’s name while almost sobbing, overstimulated by Zodyl’s clothed erection humping his cunt, and his mouth on his nipple.
Soon after, Zodyl gets rid of his boxers and strokes his cock a few times before going down on Tamsy. As soon as the alpha’s lips touch Tamsy’s clit, he lets out a loud moan and tries to close his legs while arching his back. Zodyl forces his legs apart, then looks up at Arkha while licking a long strip between Tamsy’s folds.
Zodyl hums knowingly, pleased at the omega’s reaction. It says, I told you so. Likewise, Arkha smirks, letting out a hum of approval while stroking his cock a little slower, drawing out the pleasure. No, the alphas have never voiced out their fantasies about this evil little omega akin to a siren, but at this moment, they share a certain telepathy. They feel the need to wreck this omega the way they want.
Tamsy jerks his hips and tries to close his legs when Zodyl fucks his tongue deep into his cunt. The omega bites his lower lip and lets out a breathy laugh as he grabs a handful of Zodyl’s hair, making him bury his face more into his cunt but still closing his legs a little. He looks up at Arkha again, lips parting to show how much he wants his cock in his mouth. His eyes are watery, brows furrowed. Tamsy’s aura is akin to a dying omega, starving for cock.
Zodyl’s unspoken words ring inside Arkha’s mind again. You’re too soft on him.
This time, Arkha doesn’t delay anymore. He pushes the tip into Tamsy’s mouth and lets out a sigh while closing his eyes, as the warm and wet mouth helps in relieving a bit of his pent up tension. With his eyes closed, he feels Tamsy wrap his hands around the base, licking the head and smearing the pre-cum over his lips.
Tamsy moans and trembles, taking Arkha deeper into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks while licking over his cock haphazardly.
“Fucking slut.” Zodyl whispers and at the same time, Tamsy moans louder around Arkha’s cock.
Arkha curses under his breath at the vibration and opens his eyes to see Zodyl fingering Tamsy, his face close to the omega’s cunt while his other hand drapes over Tamsy’s lower abdomen. His chin and lips are glistening with omega slick. Zodyl’s gaze, however, is fixated on Tamsy’s mouth wrapped around Arkha’s cock.
Lowering his eyes, Arkha watches two of Zodyl’s fingers work Tamsy’s cunt open, pumping and twisting to prepare the omega for his alpha’s knots. In sync with Zodyl’s movements, Tamsy bucks his hips while moaning louder around Arkha’s cock. The squelching sound, along with their moans and huffs, makes Arkha grunt as he pins Tamsy’s hands on the bed and starts fucking his throat faster.
Arkha and Zodyl then lock gazes, the arousal in their eyes making both of them breathe heavily with desire as Zodyl licks his lips while matching his thrusts with Arkha’s pace. Zodyl is painfully hard himself, but he doesn’t look away from Arkha nor does he pay his own cock any attention as he keeps thrusting four fingers into Tamsy.
Tamsy lets out a muffled scream around Arkha’s cock, fisting the bedsheets when his whole body trembles as he comes all over Zodyl’s hand. Without sparing the omega a moment, Arkha takes his cock out of Tamsy’s mouth and orders Zodyl to stop fingering the omega through his orgasm and lean against the headboard instead.
Arkha has never thought about it before, but it’s probably his aroused mind now that pleases his alpha instincts when Zodyl follows each one of his orders without resisting. Zodyl leans against the headboard, pulling his right knee up and spreading to display his erection. Tearing away his gaze from Arkha, he watches Tamsy who is whining and chasing after Arkha’s cock with his hands while still lying on his back.
“More.” Tamsy whines, then looks up at Arkha with hints of frustration and arrogance in his eyes.
Arkha strides towards the foot of the bed until he stands opposite to Zodyl, then takes his boxers off. Tamsy’s gaze follows him as he turns over and crawls towards Arkha.
Now on his knees, Tamsy throws his hands around Arkha’s neck and whimpers as he nibbles on the alpha’s lower lip idly. As if he’s mad at Arkha for refusing to come inside his mouth, but is devoid of any strength to truly express his emotions.
Sighing, Arkha indulges Tamsy for a while, wrapping his arms around Tamsy’s waist and pulling him closer. Tamsy lets out a sigh of relief amidst the lazy kisses, as his cunt presses against Arkha’s cock. He can feel Zodyl’s gaze on them. Even without looking at the other alpha, Arkha knows what his gaze is saying, you’re too soft on him.
Tamsy’s aroused pheromones make Arkha hum in pleasure as he deepens the kiss and licks inside the omega’s mouth. As their tongues entangle, making them breathless, Arkha traces Tamsy’s spine until his fingers rest against the scent glands on his nape. When Arkha digs his fingers against the scent glands, Tamsy’s breath hitches as it alerts his omega senses, making him freeze his actions on the spot.
Arkha meant exactly what he did. “Turn around, Tamsy.”
Damage to the scent glands can break an alpha or an omega’s psyche. But Arkha isn’t really surprised when he smells Tamsy’s slick dripping from his cunt, as he does what his alpha demanded from him.
Tamsy turns around while still on his knees, facing Zodyl who is stroking his cock slowly now. Arkha can see it’s doing nothing to relieve him, but the fact that he’s being patient for both Arkha and Tamsy, makes Arkha smirk while huffing a laugh. Climbing onto the bed behind Tamsy, Arkha leans down to whisper into Tamsy’s ear, knowing that Zodyl can hear him.
“Aren’t you one arrogant brat?” Arkha cups Tamsy’s pecs after moving his long hair to the side, making him breathe heavily. “Too bold of you to ignore your other alph–”
“Will you punish me, Boss?” Tamsy interrupts, whimpering and throwing his head against Arkha’s shoulder when the alpha squeezes his pecs and rubs his thumbs over his nipples. He places his hands over Arkha’s and moans loudly, seemingly locking gaze with Zodyl now. “Or will my other alpha punish me for being a bad, bad omega?” He mocks, more like provokes Zodyl.
Zodyl sucks in a deep breath, stopping the movement of his hand around his cock. He grits his teeth as he narrows his eyes at Tamsy. It’s not that he’s provoked or close to losing control, but if Tamsy keeps it up, he might as well.
Arkha bites down hard on the side of Tamsy’s neck, making the omega yelp and leak more of his sweet-smelling slick. He humps leisurely against Tamsy’s ass, making the omega wiggle it and push back more, demanding more.
“You don’t have to think, don’t have to try so hard.”
To rile us up.
We will break you nonetheless.
Arkha doesn’t say everything out loud. Instead, he brings one hand up to choke Tamsy while his other hand traces Tamsy’s ribs, his abdomen, until it reaches his cunt. Spreading the lips with his index and ring fingers, Arkha rubs his middle finger over Tamsy’s clit and down to his hole. The omega arches his back and holds onto Arkha’s hand that is wrapped around his neck.
Arkha’s imagination could never compare to the real deal. The way his fingers move over Tamsy’s cunt is smoothed by the amount of slick that’s gushing out. Tamsy’s pheromones keep getting addictive the more Arkha touches him. He’s loud. Tamsy is so loud. Arkha could have never imagined that the soft-spoken omega could moan loudly and speak explicitly in bed.
“Fuck me, Arkha–” Tamsy grips Arkha’s hand tighter, humping the alpha’s fingers. “Fuck me like I’m a cockslut made for you. Bre– breed me right in front of Zodyl. Ahh!” His stream of consciousness is interrupted by another loud moan. “How dare he just– watch me– haah– without fucking me. Hnng– Punish him. Alpha, breed me. Make me– ahh– make me… your fleshlight–”
Pushing his middle finger into Tamsy, Arkha chokes him harder while grounding him in place. He bucks his hips, rubbing his cock between Tamsy’s ass and making sure that the omega can’t move his body even a little.
“Yes, harder!” Tamsy wraps his own fingers over Arkha’s hand, asking him to choke him harder. “Put it in. Put it in, dammit. Put it in!”
When Arkha chokes him even harder, he starts coughing as well as clenching hard around Arkha’s middle finger. With just one finger in, more slick pours out of the omega’s cunt.
Arkha looks at Zodyl and instantly recognizes the arousal that’s borderline maniacal. His pupils are fully dilated as he stares at Tamsy with an unwavering gaze. Zodyl keeps stroking his cock, but all three of them know that it does nothing to calm his instincts.
Arkha pushes Tamsy down on the bed and slaps his ass. “Make him come with your mouth.”
He doesn’t elaborate any further. There’s nothing more to say anyway. So, when Tamsy stays on all four without crawling towards Zodyl, Arkha slaps his ass harder, jerking him forward. Tamsy lets out a broken moan and crawls until his face is inches away from Zodyl’s erection. Zodyl moves his hand away from his dick to curl the fingers into Tamsy’s hair.
The omega starts with small licks over his tip, testing and observing Zodyl’s expression that is not pleased in the slightest. He grabs Tamsy’s hair roughly and shoves his face down on his dick with force, making the omega sob and whimper as he digs his nails into Zodyl’s thighs, trying to wiggle away from him.
Arkha brushes his fingers over Tamsy’s scent glands. There are no words needed to confirm the threat. Tamsy places his hands on the bedsheets and starts bobbing his head, his ass still up in the air.
“Obedience definitely looks good on you, little omega.” Zodyl huffs, still fisting a bunch of Tamsy’s hair. There’s a bit of blood coming out from his thighs where Tamsy dug his nails, but Zodyl doesn’t pay it any attention, huffing and panting as he watches Tamsy take him like the omega meant for him.
Arkha kneads Tamsy’s asscheeks for a while before smearing the omega’s slick all over his own dick. Tamsy lets out muffled moans and sobs as Zodyl keeps thrusting in his mouth while grabbing his hair tighter. The mix of pheromones makes Arkha intoxicated as he feels the urge to come.
He pushes his cock inside Tamsy in one swift motion, making the omega let out a muffled scream.
“Fuck!” Zodyl curses, pulling Tamsy up from his cock. “Trying to bite my dick off? Get used to it, slut!”
Arkha can’t see Tamsy’s expression properly, but as expected, he feels him clenching repeatedly at Zodyl’s words.
“You love it so much, huh?” Zodyl guides him onto his cock again, then throws his head back while moaning. “Who knew you’d love to be degraded like this?”
Arkha wonders if it’s intentional. When Arkha’s cock was inside his mouth as Zodyl was fingering him open, he didn’t dare bite, or even close in his teeth around Arkha’s cock, no matter how intense it got. But now that it’s Zodyl in his mouth, he deliberately did that to get cursed at, didn’t he?
As Arkha starts thrusting in Tamsy’s cunt, he grips his hips harder, determined to leave marks that won’t quickly go away. When he feels Tamsy clenching and hears him sobbing, he grunts and moans too, the pleasure overwhelming.
Tamsy’s walls are tight and hot around him, engulfing him with ease but also challenging him with a sort of resistance that’s cocky – just like the omega wants it to be. Picking up the pace, Arkha creases his brows and tips his head back, chasing his orgasm. He lowers his eyes enough to see Zodyl’s fucked-out expression – face red, eyes rolled back – though he’s the one in control while fisting Tamsy’s hair and maintaining steady thrusts into his mouth that soon turns faster and harder.
And soon, Arkha realizes that both of them are reaching climax at the same time, filling Tamsy up from both ends. They keep fucking into Tamsy throughout their orgasm, moaning and huffing in pleasure but still wanting more. Tamsy clenches even harder as he comes all over Arkha’s cock; the alpha wishes he could see that fucked-out face of Tamsy as well.
After they come down from their high, Tamsy huffs and plops down on his back, his chest moving rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. But Zodyl groans and pulls Tamsy up to make him sit on his lap, back-to-chest.
Zodyl sniffs around Tamsy’s neck, his scent glands to be exact, and rubs Tamsy’s soft abs before moving further down to shove a finger into his cunt without any warning.
“Fuck, wait!” Tamsy yelps, grabbing Zodyl’s hand with both of his own to stop him. “I’m–”
Arkha snatches Tamsy’s hands away and places them over his shoulders. “You are? Sensitive? Hurt? Is it overwhelming?”
Tamsy’s breath hitches at Arkha’s threatening voice and he looks down where Zodyl’s fingers thrust inside him. Arkha traces the scars on his chest.
“Ah–” Tamsy grips Arkha’s shoulders harder, his nails almost digging into the skin through his turtleneck.
“Look at the way he’s clenching around me.” Zodyl huffs and tightens his hold around Tamsy’s waist as he curls and twists his fingers inside the omega. “Corvus, you gotta get a feel.”
“Please wait–”
Before Tamsy can finish, Arkha inserts a finger alongside Zodyl. With his other hand, Arkha keeps tracing Tamsy’s scars on his torso, pressing sensually in certain places and eliciting hitched moans from him. Zodyl is right. With both of their fingers inside him, Tamsy clenches like crazy.
Arkha and Zodyl look at each other and smirk. The warm, slick-laden walls keep closing in around their fingers, making it difficult at times to move properly. It evokes a tingling sensation that makes both the alphas hum in approval. Zodyl grabs Tamsy’s waist in a way that’s sure to leave marks while Arkha fondles Tamsy’s nipple and licks and sucks the other one.
Both the alphas are hard again listening to Tamsy’s moans and feeling his walls around their fingers; Arkha can feel Zodyl’s cock slapping against the back of his hand as they keep pumping more slick out of the omega. Arkha hums against Tamsy’s nipple, making the omega purr as he throws his head back to rest against Zodyl’s shoulder.
Leaning back, Arkha shares a look with Zodyl and they immediately know what to do next. Both of them take their fingers out of Tamsy, leaving the omega clenching around nothing as a soft whine leaves his mouth audaciously.
Arkha pushes his cock into Tamsy’s cunt, nodding at Zodyl. Tamsy is already a mess, whining and grunting, when Zodyl starts entering his cunt as well, holding him up on his lap.
“What? Wait! Fuck!” Tamsy grunts in pain, scratching at Arkha’s back. “Use my butt. Zodyl, use my fucking butt.”
Arkha chuckles at that. The fact that Tamsy still wants both of them to penetrate him at the same time, albeit ‘using’ his separate holes, makes him twitch inside Tamsy, in turn making the omega tremble and moan.
“You think you can order me around, slut?” Zodyl holds him in place to stop him from moving away while grunting as he pushes his cock inside.
“It’s too much, I can’t.” Tamsy whimpers, his eyes teary as he tries to get away from Zodyl. “Don’t, Zodyl. Stop!”
He says that but Arkha catches a glimpse of Tamsy’s grin, his eyes rolled back in pleasure, looking psychotic.
But the better part is that Zodyl seems to know that too. He stops pushing inside Tamsy and lets Arkha move instead.
“Okay. If that’s what you truly want.” Zodyl’s voice is gruff as he moves his hands up from Tamsy’s hips to his nipples.
That startles Tamsy. Arkha is still moving sloppily inside him but he looks up at Arkha with accusing eyes, as if it’s his fault that Zodyl stopped. The way Zodyl squeezes and fondles his nipples makes his brows crease a little and eyes droop in pleasure, but he somehow maintains the stern look at Arkha.
Somehow, Arkha finds it endearing. His voice is deep and low when he speaks. “What’s up, Tamsy? You don’t look too pleased.”
Zodyl barely smirks at Arkha’s comment, pinching and twisting his nipples at times.
“What do you want now, Tamsy?” Arkha suddenly thrusts deep, making Tamsy grit his teeth and let out a frustrated moan.
“Do me the way you want!” He throws the words at Zodyl, more like.
“Cocky much?” Zodyl leans against the headboard again, placing his elbows above the headboard on either side of him.
The fact that Zodyl is neither touching his nipples anymore nor making an effort to enter his cunt, makes Tamsy whine again as he leans back more against Zodyl’s chest.
“Please, alpha.” Tamsy rests his head against Zodyl’s shoulder, then turns to nuzzle Zodyl’s neck, whispering. “Please.”
At the sight of it, Arkha thrusts deeper into Tamsy, jerking him more against Zodyl as he whimpers and closes his legs a little. Zodyl holds his legs apart after taking in a deep breath, then lines his cock against Tamsy’s cunt. Arkha pulls out until only his tip is inside, and as Zodyl starts entering alongside Arkha’s cock, both alphas groan at the tightness and the pleasure from their cocks touching.
Tamsy squeezes his eyes shut, seemingly holding his breath as he still tries to nuzzle Zodyl’s neck. His mouth falls open and eyebrows scrunch up when both of their cocks enter his cunt.
Arkha traces Tamsy’s lower lip with his thumb. “Keep breathing.”
He can feel those knowing eyes of Zodyl on him again, but he chooses to focus on Tamsy instead. Tamsy’s lips tremble before he starts huffing, daring not to speak or move. He keeps his eyes shut throughout the whole time the alphas push their cocks inside him, filling him up completely.
The stretch must be painful no matter how freaky Tamsy can get, but other than squeezing his eyes shut and hugging Arkha’s neck while panting, the omega does nothing. It’s as if he has molded himself to fit two cocks at once inside his tight cunt. Despite his stance, Tamsy releases pleased pheromones that affect Arkha and Zodyl alike.
They still let Tamsy adjust with the stretch, filling him up together but not moving just yet. But the pheromones make Zodyl take a deep breath, then turn his head to look at the omega’s face. Tamsy opens his eyes halfway to lock gazes with Zodyl. They keep looking at each other without a word, huffs and pants filling the air around them.
Both the alphas’ cocks twitch at the same time when Tamsy leans up to capture Zodyl’s lip between his own. He then licks it before kissing again. Though taken aback for a mere moment, Zodyl starts kissing back fervently, his hands digging into Tamsy’s hips.
Arkha wants to keep looking but he feels the need to latch his mouth onto something as well. So he kisses Tamsy’s exposed neck, sucks and bites on it that elicits soft moans from the omega which are engulfed by Zodyl’s mouth.
And soon, all three of them are moaning and releasing even more aroused pheromones. Arkha clasps Zodyl’s hands that are draped over Tamsy’s waist and holds the omega up a little before sitting him down harshly on their cocks.
The movement makes all three of them moan louder. The friction against each other’s cocks as well as Tamsy’s hot cunt caging them in are overwhelming for both alphas.
Zodyl grunts and parts his lips in pleasure, hands trying to grab Tamsy everywhere like his life depends on it. He bites down on Tamsy’s shoulder, moaning as he does so. He keeps thrusting into Tamsy instead of letting him bounce on their cocks; it looks like Tamsy isn’t conscious enough to keep up at his end anyway.
Arkha presses his hand over Tamsy’s lower abdomen, feeling the bulge on his soft abs formed by the outline of their cocks. It does something to Arkha. The more he feels and stares at it, the more pheromones he releases and the more his cock twitches. He lets out a deep rumble and holds the back of Tamsy’s head with his other hand. As Arkha rakes his fingers through Tamsy’s scalp, the omega mewls and rolls his eyes back even more.
Though wet, Tamsy’s hair is smooth against Arkha’s touch, despite not being taken care of for days. Arkha loves the way it feels against his fingers. He kisses the corner of Tamsy’s jaw, fisting his long hair gently. It sends Tamsy over the edge, clenching harder as he squirts all over their cocks.
“Fuck!” Zodyl curses and groans in pleasure, squeezing Tamsy’s pecs and thrusting through their orgasm.
Arkha can feel the warmth around his cock as Zodyl comes inside. Moaning while burying his face in the crook of Tamsy’s neck, Arkha chases his orgasm. The thought of his and Zodyl’s cum filling Tamsy up sends a shiver down his spine as he comes deep inside Tamsy.
When their thrusts finally slow down, Arkha leans back to look at Tamsy resting against Zodyl’s shoulder. He’s looking up at the ceiling but his eyes are unfocused and glossy. It’s not that he’s tired after sex. Hell, it doesn’t even look like he’s sore from the stretch beyond his capabilities. Arkha knows. He can tell that much. But he wants to know the reason behind Tamsy’s expression. He absolutely needs to know it.
Zodyl licks the spot on Tamsy’s shoulder where he bit earlier, making the omega hum albeit with the same unfocused eyes at the ceiling.
Arkha doesn’t press about it. He looks down at the bulge on Tamsy’s lower abdomen, then pulls out completely before walking into the bathroom.
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Soft breaths stir Arkha in his sleep. He opens his eyes to find Zodyl sound asleep beside him, his hand draped over Arkha’s back. He doesn’t remember how they fell asleep after going at it for several more rounds, so he turns his head towards the other side expecting to find Tamsy passed out.
But the omega is nowhere to be found. When Arkha is alerted enough, he notices the complete absence of Tamsy’s pheromones in the house. He leaves the bed in an instant and rushes to his basement, only to discover that Tokushin is missing as well.
Even with his abilities, Arkha has failed to see this coming. He places his hands over the table, trying to remember how and when they fell asleep.
Damn it, there’s still so much Arkha wanted to do to Tamsy. He couldn’t even taste his slick, couldn’t even have the omega all to himself while kissing every inch of his body, specially his scars. He couldn’t even praise his beautiful hair. He couldn’t even–
Arkha groans and punches the top of the table. What is it that’s clouding his mind right now? Who knows what the omega will do next now that they’ve lost him, and how he’ll bring upon destruction onto the Ground to tease Rudo? But here he is, thinking about making love to the omega.
As if to add to his burns, Zodyl’s rushed footsteps alert him more as he steps into the basement. His eyes are dark as he looks at the spot where Tokushin was supposed to be, then at Arkha.
“Mishra’s missing.”