Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Monopolists chapter two🤪

Henry groaned, throwing his head back as he hungrily bounced on Johns hips. He gripped his shoulders, huffing as his dick twitched.

"C-close! I'm so close!" Henry sobbed, grinding down harder. John growled something before flipping over, drilling straight into Henry until the smaller man squealed as cum covered his chest. "Ah! Ah! Mmmmff..." he moaned.

"Oh god I'm gonna fucking fill you, you're so fucking cute, Henry." John groaned, leaning back and giving one hard thrust before spilling out deep into Henry, hearing him whimper as he pumped it deep into him. "Gooood... good boy, Hen..." he panted, pushing Henry's brown hair out of his face, brushing his cheek fondly. Henry grinned up at with a lopsided smile.

"It never disappoints." Henry panted, giving his hips a playful shimmy. Rockefeller just smiled down at him, cuffing his chin.

"Sit up, doll." John cooed and Henry sat up, crawling towards John who had sat back lavishly against the pillows. John pat his bare thighs and Henry sat sideways in between them. Leaning to his left to nuzzle into Rockefellers neck, kissing it softly. "Oh, Henry..." he sighed, rubbing Henry's back slowly and methodically.

Rockefeller was going back up to Ohio and was leaving this afternoon. Henry breathed in the scent of his cologne and the faint aroma of oil which seemed to linger on all of their clothes.

"Just stay in Florida with me. We can run the business from here. My wife is never around when you're here." Henry begged, moaning in johns ear.

"It's better to have someone there, my sweet. But..." he paused to breathe as the sensation of Henry's lips against the shell of his ear made him shiver, "oh fuck you're too much..." he groaned and grabbed Henry's slender hips, adjusting him to properly straddle his hips, bucking them up to grind his erection against Henry's ass.

Henry smiled against his cheek and climbed off of Johns hips. He leaned down between his legs and kissed the tip of Johns dick licking the shaft. Rockefeller groaned and looked down with dark eyes and Henry gave a manic smile.

Meanwhile:

"Have I said yet how much I hate trains?" Carnegie groaned, pinching his fingers in between his eyes. Vanderbilt smiled from the opposite seat and shook his head.

"I don't see how. They're wonderful." He said, brushing the gold trimming lightly with a finger.  Carnegie just shook his head, looking as nauseous as ever. "So when we get there, then what?" Vanderbilt asked, leaning back and holding the teacup to his lips.

"Well if it were up to me, we would demand a portion of Standard Oil, but I don't suppose you'd allow me to do that." Carnegie said, rolling his eyes. Vanderbilt grinned and shook his head slowly. Carnegies blond curls were pulled back into a small bun at the base of his neck instead of its usual messy look. Vanderbilt found it hard to look at him without blushing, it was horrendous.

"No I won't let you do that. We'll go through Flagler. I'm sure there is a pretty price we can pay him. Fair and fair." Vanderbilt said and sipped his tea.

"And what price is that?" Carnegie said, interest mingled in his voice. He leaned forward and propped himself up on his knees. Vanderbilt found himself incapable of making eye contact again.

"I'm not quite sure, but he's gullible enough to take anything, I'm sure. If it's flashy, expensive, or alcohol related, we'll have him wrapped." Vanderbilt laughed. Carnegie smiled, he never really laughs. His brown eyes glittered in the dim light of the train. Vanderbilts eyes lingered on them a little too long.

"Rockefeller doesn't like it." Carnegie said. And Vanderbilt frowned.

"Doesn't like what?" He asked, leaning back.

"He doesn't like us using Flagler like this. Granted, I don't care, but he's getting ridiculously suspicious. He knows he's gullible, he's not stupid, but he's protective of him." Carnegie rolled his eyes, finally leaning back in his seat and looking comfortable enough to look a part of this generation.

"Flagler is a grown man who can make his own decisions. Not my fault that he's easily manipulated." Vanderbilt said, but guilt was laced in his voice. He had known Flagler for many many years, beyond the length that Carnegie has known him. He felt a personal pain knowing he was a part of the reason the Carnegie had access to him.

"You think it's strange though? Their relationship?" Carnegie continued to press and Vanderbilt looked up, confused.

"They're business partners. Flagler, as credulous as he is, is smart, rich, and is a perfect asset for oil. Of course Rockefeller is going to be guarding over him." Vanderbilt said, seeing nothing strange in the over-bearing partnership. Carnegie just nodded and the train jostled, turning Carnegie back into the curled up position of pure nausea and Vanderbilt sighed.

Back in Florida:

"How can I leave you now?" John asked, cupping Henry's chin. Henry's eyes were half lidded and nearly crossed as he sat on Rockefellers lap.

"You can't." He groaned, a smile creeping onto his red lips. Rockefeller laughed and picked Flagler up and off his lap, setting him down on the bed, rubbing his thumb along his bottom lip.

Standing from the bed, he got dressed and stooped over Henry again, kissing his forehead.

"Would you like me to dress you?" He asked in a teasing voice, dragging a gentle finger down his bare chest.