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Soft moans filled the room, echoing from the speakers, the sound of flesh slicking against flesh accompanying them.

Aodhan kept his gaze fixed on the screen, left hand working his hard cock while the right trailed beneath his shirt and tweaked one of his nipples. The chair rocked beneath him, the springs creaking as his tempo built higher and higher, the image of the sexy detective fucking himself taking Aodhan’s arousal to new heights.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

His plans had never involved finding Calix attractive. Sure, the guy had been cute in photos, kind of sad looking, like one of those quiet loner types. But in person…

He could still recall the way Calix’s body had shaken against his, thrumming with energy.

Or maybe fear.

Quite possibly that.

His thighs spread wider, and he groaned, imagining what it would feel like if they were in the same room together again, right now. If he was the one burying his fingers deep into the Detective's hole. If he pounded his ass until he screamed and begged for mercy.

Again.

Good Light. That had been enthralling. Hearing those words uttered from Cal’s lips.

On the bed, tucked away safely in his hotel room, Calix went about his business, completely unaware that he was being watched. That he’d had eyes on him all morning and throughout the day.

That Aodhan had seen the way he’d crawled on top of the sheets the second Inspector Troya had left, stripped himself of his clothes, and grown instantly hard.

Was he thinking about last night?

Aodhan shouldn’t have let him leave. That hadn’t been a part of the plan either, and he’d had to apologize to Nyxian for ruining the second half of the show, but when he’d seen the way Cal’s complexion had bloomed, the way he’d come alive against him…Didn’t matter that it’d been a forced reaction.

Mercy had pumped enough pheromone into the room that everyone had been half out of their mind within seconds, even Aodhan, and yet…

“I still want you,” he mumbled, staring at the way Calix thrust his hips up into his fist, watching how he writhed in the sheets and nibbled on his full bottom lip. Since this was already the fifth time he was seeing him touch himself, Aodhan had picked up on the pattern. His detective was close. Any minute now and—

His .

What a dangerous word.

“Problem, baby?” Mercy appeared behind him as though having been birthed from the shadows, slipping up to the back of the chair to reach around and settle one large hand over Aodhan’s where he’d slowed. With pointed measures, he began easing him back into motion, until they were stroking his cock in a steady rhythm once more.

His head fell back, and he blinked up at the curve of his man’s throat, sniffing at the intoxicating scent of mulberries and birch.

“You’re not done watching,” Mercy scolded, chuckling when Aodhan made a sound of protest and lifted his head, eyes going back to the screen. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”

“He’s hot,” Aodhan corrected. “Lithe and—” He yelped when Mercy’s hand squeezed and then slapped him away. Despite the slight discomfort, he obliged, moving to rest his arms on the armrests so Mercy could take over. At the first twist of his dripping crown by those skilled fingers, he admitted, “I want him.”

“So you’ve said.”

“Let me have him.”

He clicked his tongue chidingly. “I believe that’s what last night's antics were meant for. It isn’t my fault you got cold feet.”

“That’s not what happened.”

“No?”

“You know it isn’t.” Aodhan made a whining sound in the back of his throat when Mercy’s other hand traveled to his chest, twisting his right nipple painfully beneath the thin material of his light blue dress shirt.

He’d been forced to step out for a meeting with Med Team G about an important upcoming surgery on a Royal and hadn’t bothered changing into less formal clothes once he’d returned. Too eager to see what the detective had been up to in his hour-long absence. He’d walked in on Cal and Troya going over notes in the man’s hotel living room.

Boring.

“They were discussing Connects earlier,” Mercy told him, twisting again when Aodhan perked up at the news. “Eyes on the prize, baby. I want you to watch his dick leak for you. We both know you’re who he’s thinking of right now. Has he said your name yet?”

“Not this time.”

“He will soon.”

That was true. Calix tended to get more vocal toward the end, once he was really close.

“Do they know anything?” Aodhan asked, but instead of getting an answer, Mercy’s touch left him. Before he could complain, his boyfriend’s arm wrapped back around, this time with a toy in hand.

He hissed as the fleshlight swallowed his aching cock, the tight squeeze of the toy's inner walls making his hips jerk.

“So greedy.” Mercy shoved him out of the chair suddenly, tossing his front over the desk, ass in the air. He pushed Aodhan’s pants and boxers down but didn’t bother undressing him, fingers going to his puckered entrance instead.

The next time Cal rode his hand on the screen less than five inches from Aodhan’s face, Mercy drove three of his digits deep into Aodhan’s body.

“Mother fuck—” He slammed his mouth shut to cut off the curse, realizing too late he’d let the brief spark of pain get the best of him.

Mercy sighed in disappointment behind him, dragging his fingers in and out, keeping the same pace as their detective. “You’re going to have to be punished for that, baby.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you?” He flicked a button on the fleshlight which started the sucking function. “I don’t think you are.”

Aodhan’s eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as his dick started to be worked by the toy, but he stubbornly forced his gaze back on Cal, knowing Mercy wouldn’t like it if he was disobeyed.

It was funny because two years ago, the thought of obeying anyone would have sent Aodhan into either a fit of laughter or a murderous spree. Up until that point, sex was merely something he did to take the edge off when he really needed to. Or when he needed to trick someone into going home alone with him.

But then he’d met Mercy and everything had changed.

Like, for example, the fact he took cock now.

Mercy didn’t give him any warning there either. One breath his fingers were working open his hole, and the next they were gone and replaced with the thick round head of his massive cock. He speared through Aodhan’s body, one hand resting on his hip to help steady him, the other tangling in his hair to yank his head back hard enough he cursed a second time.

There was nothing small or subtle about Mercy. He fucked Aodhan like he was reminding him that he owned him, riding his body hard enough the entire desk shook with every inward thrust. His cock forced him to submit, eliciting a complicated mixture of pleasure and pain that had Aodhan going crazy and wild with need.

“Doctor!” Calix’s husky voice cut through Aodhan’s lust-filled haze, and he watched as the Detective picked up the small knife he’d set off to the side. Cal made a shallow cut on his inner thigh—next to four or five others he’d made earlier—and then almost immediately came.

Going simply off the euphoric expression painted across the detective’s face, it was impossible to tell if he was punishing himself or rewarding himself.

Knowing how complex Calix really was, it was probably both.

“He’s made a mess,” Mercy said, pounding into him with even more vigor now that Cal had already reached the finish line. “If he were here, I’d make you lick him clean. Or, better yet,” he draped himself over Aodhan’s back, “picture that toy sucking on you as him. Do you think our sultry and sulky detective’s hole would feel the same? Stretched around you, squeezing you in deep? I’d fuck you both like this. Fuck his body with your body. Make you both scream my name and writhe for me.”

On screen, Calix was recovering, dropping an arm over his face as though embarrassed even though he thought he was alone.

How timid.

Pathetic.

Fake.

“I want him,” Aodhan said.

He shouldn’t. But he did.

“I know, baby.” Mercy nipped at his earlobe. “So why didn’t you take him last night when I gave you the chance? You had my permission then.”

“Give it again.”

“I’m not sure I want to.”

“You do.”

“How do you figure?”

Aodhan tore his eyes off the screen and glanced over his shoulder, catching the older man’s gaze. “Fool me once…”

Mercy grinned and slapped his left ass cheek hard enough it would leave a mark.

“I want him,” Aodhan repeated, moaning when that earned him another spanking. “I want him.”

“You want to fuck him.”

Aodhan gave a curt shake of his head. “I want him.”

Mercy buried himself balls deep and stilled, searching Aodhan’s expression.

“I want him ,” he reiterated, as though his true meaning could have somehow gone over the other man’s head. “And you know that. That’s why I called it off last night. My little brother’s husband might be fine with fucking him to an audience, but I’m not. What’s mine is mine .”

Mercy lifted a thin dark brow. “Is that so, Killer?”

“Ours,” he corrected. “You know what I meant. There’s no me without you, not anymore.” He blindly reached back until he felt Mercy’s left thigh. “We’re connected.”

“That we are.” Mercy pulled out and drove back into him roughly. He took him fast and hard, his sudden silence making it clear this conversation was over.

Aodhan let him, too caught up in the way his body felt like it was on fire and ready to explode. When he was yanked into an upright position by his hair, he only mildly protested, his grunts swallowed by Mercy’s mouth as it sealed over his.

Mercy fucked him with his tongue and his cock, the fleshlight choking on his dick as his prostate was constantly battered.

The second he felt fingers pressing on his sensitive nipple, Aodhan lost it, crying out as he came, filling the toy a second before Mercy reached orgasm as well and started pumping his ass full of cream.

He growled in warning when Mercy dropped into the chair and pulled him with him, seating him on his cock as he continued to empty into his abused hole. All that did was earn him another sharp nipping of teeth against his earlobe as the older man wrapped his arms around his waist and held him tightly through the lingering pangs of their mutual release.

“You want him, Killer?” Mercy’s palm settled around the front of Aodhan’s throat, but he didn’t apply any pressure, merely leaving it there so he could feel every sharp breath Aodhan dragged into his lungs. “I’ll give you one more chance. Show me you’ve earned the right to choose, and I’ll let you have him.”

“Turn off the toy, Mercy.” The fleshlight was still slurping on his dick, keeping him in an uncomfortable semi hard state.

Mercy shook his head and angled Aodhan’s face back to the screen. “Our boy isn’t finished yet, which means neither are you.”

Calix had left a moment ago, and Aodhan had wrongly assumed it’d been to clean up. Instead, the Detective had gotten something from his bag. Now he was back, settling onto his stomach on the queen-sized bed, lifting his ass high into the air and spreading—

Aodhan groaned when Calix took a dildo only slightly smaller than himself and pushed it against his entrance. It slipped into him slowly, teasingly, and before Aodhan realized it, he was moving over Mercy, riding his cock the way he wished he had the Detective riding him.

“If you can come before him,” Mercy spoke darkly against the curve of his jaw, “I’ll let you pick first position.”

“Promise?”

“Whatever my little Killer wants.”

Aodhan used to hate being called that. The word little had ruffled his feathers, but he’d adjusted. He’d learned. Didn’t mean he couldn’t still push his luck every now and again.

“Does it still get you this horny?” he couldn’t help but taunt as he bounced rigorously in his lap. “Knowing you—”

“Got you in the palm of my hand?” Mercy grabbed the base of the fleshlight and flicked it up another setting. “There’s something sexy about knowing I control something as vicious and deadly as you. That I’ve managed to tame the untamable.”

“Careful.”

“Why? Going to revisit your feral ways? Need me to train you all over again, baby? String you up by the wrists and stuff this hole with—”

Aodhan shuddered at the memory of their first few months together. “No.”

Mercy chuckled. “Didn’t think so.” He motioned toward the screen with his chin, where Calix’s muffled cries spilled from the speakers. “He won’t be so difficult. I bet he’ll kneel for me in less time it took to get you to surrender.”

“Of course he will,” Aodhan scoffed.

“Why do you want him so badly then? You’re not interested in the weak.”

“He isn’t weak.”

“He—”

“I saw the video,” Aodhan cut him off, knowing when Mercy momentarily fell quiet that he understood what footage he was referring to.

“I take it you believe what I believe,” Mercy finally said.

“I do.”

“And how do you intend to prove it?”

“Easy.” Anticipation thrummed through him and his balls drew up. “I’m going to torture a confession out of him.”

“There’s my little Killer. Always so heartless.”

“Tell me I’m pretty so I can come and win this thing.”

Mercy clucked his tongue. “Cheating so shamelessly now, are we? Yes, punishment and some retraining are definitely in order. Later. For now…” He flattened his tongue over Aodhan’s pulse point and then whispered directly into the shell of his ear, “You’re so pretty I had to make you mine so no one else could so much as dream of fucking this body ever again. Come for me, pretty Killer. Remind me who you belong to.”

Aodhan screamed as the second orgasm ripped through him, only processing moments later when he finally started to come down from the high that he’d managed to beat Calix out by a mere thirty seconds, if even.

“That was close,” Mercy teased, probably noticing the scowl on Aodhan’s face as he watched Calix lying there, the toy still protruding lewdly from his clenched cheeks.

“I’m going to win,” he swore. And not just because they both knew this was just another game—Mercy wanted Cal just as much as he did. Aodhan was going to win because it was in his nature. He bowed to one man and one man only, the one currently fucking his sloppy hole past the point of pleasure and into that uncomfortable state of overstimulation.

There was no way he was going to lose to the Detective.

Mercy wasn’t the only manipulative genius in the room, after all.