You return to your apartment with another dehydrated-from-crying headache, so you silently feed Circe and take a shower, your eyes drooping with every step.
You have no idea when Keegan will call—or if he even will at all. You wondered if you dreamed up what happened at lunch time, or if you totally misunderstood what he meant.
Paris.
It would look extremely stupid if you made a big deal out of would could turn out to be such an innocent question—but Riley's reaction to it makes you feel like you're missing some big picture. That Keegan is going to call after all.
That they're both going to take you to Paris, whatever the fuck that means. You know you could probably look it up, or ask Kieran, figure it out yourself, but something tells you not to.
You find that even in this exhausted state, you do want to be surprised. Not much surprises you anymore.
You don't bother waiting around for Keegan's call, or Riley's. You're exhausted and you can't bother to think about anything anymore. So instead of waiting around for another masked man, you dry yourself off, slip into some leggings and an oversized t-shirt, plop yourself on the couch, and fall asleep to the relaxing sound of mismatched couples screaming at each other on national television.
-
You wake up to heavy knocking on your door. You jolt upwards, your eyes flying to the digital clock just below the TV screen. Only fifteen minutes have passed.
The heavy knocking pauses for a moment and then resumes again, three quick knocks that seem to make the door rattle.
You stand up and see Circe is pawing at the door.
That can only mean one thing.
You walk towards the door, pausing at your work phone on the kitchen counter, pressing your finger to it to have the screen turn on.
You have five missed calls from Riley.
The knocks continue. You roll your eyes and start walking again towards the door, and when you reach it you scoop Circe up into one arm and hold her like a toddler on your hip, unlocking it with one hand.
You pull it open and see Riley's masked face. One of his arms is propped above his head and on the door frame, and he's leaning on it, a flat, unamused look in his eyes. He's so large that he nearly takes up the entire doorway—you can't see beyond him.
You stifle a yawn, and Circe mewls affectionately, though you have a feeling it's not directed at you. You glance down at her and see her big eyes are on Riley, her tail swishing against your hip. Her paws have started kneading on your side, a purr growing in her chest.
"Whore." You mutter at her before looking up at Riley. "Is everything all right?" You ask him.
Riley looks at you for a moment before his gaze slips to Circe. You see a light in his eyes that wasn't there a moment ago when he fully takes her in, and he reaches out a hand, placing his massive hand gently around her head and running his thumb across the top. Circe lets out a loud, satisfied sound you've never heard before, and you scowl at her.
"I like your cat," Riley says simply.
You roll your eyes. "If you want to take her home, I don't think she'll even remember me by the time you get her there."
Riley snorts, giving Circe a final pet before taking his hand away. The cat makes a sound somewhere between a whine and a yowl before jumping out of your arm and onto the floor to wrap herself around Riley's leg.
"God," You say, incredulous. You hold your hand out to motion towards Circe. "Have some sense of decency, woman."
"What can I say?" Riley drawls, pushing off the door frame and crossing his arms. His biceps bulge beneath his shirt. "Pussies love me."
You give Riley a look that sits somewhere between disgust and horror. "You need psychiatric help."
"Oh, so are you always a cunt in the comfort of your own home or...?"
"Are you here for a reason?" You sigh, running a hand across your face. "Or do you live to test my patience?"
Riley tilts his head to one side. "Both."
"God, you're in a chipper mood." You relent, stepping to the side and holding a hand out. "Come in, make yourself at home. Steal my fucking cat, why don't you? Oh, and while you're at it, how about you just cause me a little bit more misery?"
"A little bit more?" Riley says as he steps in. His voice is light, playful. "I think we can reach a little higher than that,"
You go to close the door but it's stopped sharply by some force just outside the entrance. You poke your head around the door and see a large, masked figure with his hand on it, his blue eyes expressionless.
"Don't you, Keegan?" Riley finishes from inside your apartment.
"Oh," You breathe.
Sergeant Russ takes his hand off the door and takes a step forward, suddenly towering over you, his icy gaze impenetrable. "May I?" He asks, his voice quiet.
"Sure," You say, and he walks in fully, passing you to stand by Riley.
You close the door softly, your back to both men. You stare at the door for a moment, your eyes wide in confused shock.
I know I just let them in, but—how the fuck did they get in here?
You take a deep breath and turn around on your heels, giving both men a close lipped smile as they stare at you, together. Both silent, masked, and really fucking big.
"So," You say, crossing your arms. "Would you like something to drink?"
Keegan says "I'll take a water" the same moment Riley says "you have any bourbon?"
"Bourbon?" You ask Riley, your face scrunching in confusion. "I wouldn't have expected that to be your drink of choice."
Riley shrugs and starts looking around the apartment again, same as he did the first time he was here. "I love Kentucky." He says simply, his British accent clearer than ever.
"Well, let's start with some water," You say, walking over to your kitchen. "And you can ransack my cabinets for some hard alcohol if you really feel like you need it."
"Don't drink-shame me," Riley mutters, walking over to your couch and sitting down on one end. He places his boots on the coffee table and you wince, but you don't tell him to get his dirty ass feet off your shit. You don't feel like getting into that specific argument right now.
Your hands are shaking as you start pouring water into your only clean cups—the ones with cartoon pigs and sheep on them.
Keegan stays standing, his eyes glued to you as you walk over to him and hand him his cup. He glances at the illustrated pigs for a moment, but says nothing as he pulls his mask up slightly and takes a sip. The lighting in your apartment is dark, and you can't really make out the shape of his lips. He catches you staring, and you can see the outline of his lips twitch into a smile as he swallows, letting the mask drop back over his mouth.
"Would you like to sit?" You ask him quietly.
"I'm absolutely fucking parched over here," Riley says more loudly than absolutely necessary, and when you look over at him you see his gaze intensely on yours. He's lazily crossed one ankle over the other and his arm is draped across the back of the couch. He's so massive that he makes your furniture look like toys. Circe sits on the top of the couch, already curled up by his shoulder.
You let out an exasperated sigh and walk over to him, practically shoving the cup in his face. He takes it, his hand wrapping around the entire circumference of the glass.
Such a big boy.
"Come sit, Crow," Riley says, patting the cushion directly next to him. "Tell me your thoughts on Matt and Amanda. I think they're fucking horrible people and I'd like to see them married."
You let out a surprised laugh, forgetting that Riley told you the last time he was here that he liked this show. "You enjoying reality romance television is not something I ever expected from you," You tell him.
"Come sit down." Riley says again, and when you turn to walk around your coffee table, you notice him lift up his mask slightly and bring the cup to his lips.
You could have looked. You could have got in his face and made him show you the lips that have kissed you, that have touched more parts of your body than you would have ever thought they could. You could have stared at him and hoped to see whatever he accidentally showed.
But you don't. For some reason, you just don't. Instead, you keep your eyes on the ground as you walk, and when you reach the couch you look over at Keegan.
"Will you sit with us?" You ask him.
Keegan says nothing, only stares for a few moments, considering, before he starts walking over. You sit down next to Riley, automatically criss-crossing your legs. When Keegan sits down on your other side, you let your legs relax downwards, and your knees are touching both of their thighs.
You sit in silence for a moment, watching Matt and Amanda scream at each other over Matt forgetting to replace the ice cream he ate from their shared freezer.
"So," You finally say, and you see both men swivel their heads towards you. You look over at Keegan, angling your body towards him slightly. "I'm assuming you're here because you went to Vampire Alley?"
Keegan's eyes seem to shift between shades of blue, gray, and white as the light from the TV continuously changes. He nods. "Yes, I did." He says.
"Did you find anything useful?"
Keegan shrugs, brings the cup to his mouth, lifting his mask a bit to take a full sip, draining the cup. The light from the TV illuminates his lips now, and they are full, perfectly shaped. Damn it. He swallows and lets the mask fall. He leans over to place the empty cup on the floor. "Yes and no."
"Yes and no?"
"Sergeant Russ," Riley interjects from behind you. "Told me a bit on our way over here. It may not be much, but it could be something."
"Their weapons are concerning to me," Keegan concedes, his eyes back on the TV, though you can tell he's not really watching it. "For the same reasons they're concerning to you: where they came from, why they have them. I'm wondering why they even want them when their own condition is already deadly. It's as if they're forgetting their cannibalistic, violent, practically immortal beings. Their entire existence is weapon enough."
"Exactly," You say softly. "It makes no sense."
"No," Keegan agrees, and he looks back at you fully. "It doesn't. But that's not what I found to be most concerning during my look around the clubs. I didn't have to stay long to figure it out."
You furrow your brow. "What is it?"
"Sergeant Russ," Riley interjects again, and you consider turning around to slap him across the back of his head. "Caught on pretty quickly to the fact that the Undead are concealing their weapons with Defense-taught methods."
Your mouth drops open in surprise. Keegan only nods.
"How can that be?" You whisper.
"I'm not sure," Keegan admits. "But when I watched the guards closely it was easy to catch on, since I obviously know it well. You and Riley probably didn't notice because you were too busy trying not to get killed."
You let out an amused breath. "Yeah. No kidding. Was that all you saw?"
Keegan nods again. "Like I said, I didn't stay long. I didn't want anyone to be able to remember my face."
Right. He went out there without a mask on. Lucky bastards, those Undead.
"Well," You say, letting out a breath. "Thank you. That's... helpful."
Keegan puts a hand lightly on your knee, his eyes fathomless. "I hope so." His voice is low, and you can feel yourself tipping over into the bottomless pit that his gaze holds.
"As disturbing as it is," Riley says gruffly, once again his voice being louder than necessary. Keegan takes his hand off your knee, and you finally turn away to look over at Riley, who has his gaze pointedly fixed on the TV.
"Yes, Lieutenant Riley?" You say, making the irritation in your voice obvious. "You were saying?"
"It makes me wonder," Riley continues, holding his cup on his lap. His thumb traces the top of it. "If the weapons are also Defense-supplied."
You feel Keegan stiffen against your knee. "That would be something akin to treason." Keegan says, his voice dangerously low.
Riley finally looks away from the TV, shifting himself forward a little bit so he can meet Keegan's gaze. "I know."
You shake your head, incredulous. "Who in the Defense would do something like that? You don't think the General—"
"Of course I don't think that." Riley snaps. "But there's thousands of Defense members. Who's to say one of them isn't somehow partial to the Undead?"
"To the point where they'd be willing to smuggle them weapons?" Keegan asks. "Seems a bit much."
Riley shrugs, relaxing back into his seat. "People are crazy."
"You're the one sounding crazy." Keegan mutters under his breath.
"Let's not jump to any conclusions," You say before Riley can really hear and process what Keegan said. You turn to look at Riley, and he tilts his head to look at you through the corners of his eyes.
"I think Keegan found some really interesting information," You tell him. "And we should just think about it separately before we start cycling through what it could all mean, at least for tonight. We could start making up conspiracies or something dangerous, and convince ourselves it's true."
"Smart." Keegan says.
You look back at him and give him a small smile. "Thank you, Sergeant. For everything. It means a lot to me that you were willing to give up one of your nights to help our case." You say this in a voice perhaps a little more silky than necessary.
Keegan moves his leg slightly so that his thigh is pushing into your knee. You feel the adjustment in the pit of your stomach.
"It means a lot to us," Riley corrects. You ignore him.
"I just wanted to assist." Keegan says softly, and you know those words are holding much more than their simple meaning. You think back to this afternoon, you think about the way he knelt before you and made demands.
"I don't want to talk about work anymore," You say suddenly, keeping your voice light. "Not right now." Your hand closest to Keegan moves slowly, and you hope Riley can't see it and you place your hand on the top of Keegan's thigh. His big, muscular thighs. God, yes.
"We don't have to, then." Keegan says, his deep voice already becoming breathy.
All right then. We won't.
You stare into Keegan's eyes as you say: "You're such a good helper, Sergeant Russ. Such a good boy, doing just as I asked."
You feel Riley adjust on your other side, but you keep your eyes on Keegan. He keeps his eyes on you in return, his black mask not reflecting any of the TV light. If you had been falling into Keegan's gaze before, you were starting to swim in it now, getting lost in its current.
On the other side of you, you feel Riley's hand on your own thigh. You feel his fingers squeeze, but not in a way where he's trying to command your attention. You can tell he understands the shift that's occurred.
"You like it when I help you, Lieutenant Crow?" Keegan's voice is no more than a breath.
You nod. It's all you can do.
"How much," He says, suddenly leaning forward, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. He towers over you and you have to tilt your head up a bit to see his face fully. "Do you like it?"
Your mouth drops open, but his icy, dead eyes are glued to yours. "I like it a lot," You whisper.
Riley's hand creeps along your thigh, his fingers roaming until they're buried between both legs, his fingers squeezing your inner thigh until your muscles are tightening. You keep your eyes on Keegan—you don't dare turn away.
"If you like it so much... Can I help you a little more?" Keegan asks, his hand moving past your cheek to grip your hair. He keeps your head locked at its current angle as he moves closer, making you look at him from the tops of your eyes. "Can Riley, too?"
Riley's thumb brushes your clit over the fabric of your leggings. You inhale sharply and bite your lip. "Yes." You whisper.
Keegan's fingers tighten on your hair, pulling the strands to the point where it lingers close to pain. "Yes, sir." He corrects, his voice dangerously low. Riley has moved his hand closer to your pussy now, and his thumb knuckle rubs along your clit.
"Answer the man, little Crow," Riley rasps.
You give Keegan a small, wicked smile. "I don't answer to you." You say.
Keegan pulls your head backwards, and you let out a small whimper of pain from how hard he pulls on your hair. He leans even closer to you, the fabric of his mask brushing your mouth ever so slightly. His blue eyes are dead, dead, dead. But also heavy. Hooded. Laced with desire.
"You'll pay for insolence," He says. "And I'm not as soft on you as Riley is."
"Oh, Sergeant Russ," You whisper. "When I'm done with you, you'll be even more pussy-whipped than he is."
Keegan's eyes dart down to Riley's thumb slowly rubbing your pussy. "I don't think that's possible," He breathes, his gaze coming back to meet yours. "And you definitely overestimate your ability to train me."
He releases your head roughly and pulls away, suddenly standing up. You try to shift but Riley presses hard on your clit, making your gasp.
Keegan's hands go for his belt, and he starts undoing the buckles. Your eyes widen. "I'm ranked above you, Lieutenant." Keegan says, his voice eerily calm. "It's time you start showing your superiors some respect."
He snakes the belt off his hips, throwing it onto the cushion he was sitting on. His fingers start to reach for the buttons of his pants, but he nods at the belt before looking at you. "If you don't behave..." He lets the words hang in the air, and you squirm as Riley continues touching you.
You look away to meet Riley's eyes as he still sits beside you. They're hooded and lazy, much like Keegan's. He's entirely turned on, you can tell. You glance at his crotch and see a bulge in his pants, and your mouth almost waters at the thought of his hard cock in your general vicinity.
"You are so fucking hot. I love it when you touch me like that," You whisper to him, and he lets out a sound that's a cross between a groan and a sigh.
"Eyes up here, Lieutenant Crow." Keegan says, his voice calm but firm. The top of his pants is undone and he's pulling it down only slightly, his boxers and the hardness beneath visible. He's palming his cock through the boxers, and the expectation is evident.
You lick your lips and smile.
"Wait." Riley says. Keegan's hand stills. You look over at Riley, and his eyes hold a spectacular sort of fire. He looks up at Keegan. "You've worked so hard for us, Sergeant. Why don't you lay down and let Crow do the work."
Keegan inclines his head in agreement.
Riley takes his hand off your pussy and stands up, pulling you with him and moving you so that Keegan can lower himself onto the couch, laying down so that his head is at one end. Riley pushes you forward slightly and you move, coming to straddle Keegan. You know it's not where they want you to be, but—
You settle your pussy on top of Keegan's crotch and lean over, your hand coming to Keegan's face to pull his mask up over his mouth. He puts his hand on the back of your neck as you kiss him, his other hand coming to grip your ass. He lets out a groan, squeezing your ass before he slaps it lightly. You kiss so deeply that you both tilt your heads to get deeper, to explore each other more fully.
"Do you want me to suck your cock, sir?" You ask between bouts of your tongue in his mouth.
The hand that was resting on your neck slips to your shoulder and pushes down, Keegan's silent way of saying yes. You break the kiss and pull down his mask again, but not before wetly kissing and licking his neck.
You move down his torso, adjusting yourself until you're kneeling between his thighs and your head is hovering above his boxers. You lay your hand on his cock through the boxers and begin stroking him slowly. His hips twitch.
You suddenly feel the couch shift behind you, and you glance back to see Riley sitting on the other end of the couch. "Take your clothes off, Crow," He says. His accent is thick. "And get on all fours."
"What?" You breathe, not understanding why he would want that.
"Trust the vision, baby," He says, and you're suddenly brought back to that time with Riley and Soap, and you remember Riley's creativity. You smile and do as he says.
When you're positioned just the way Riley wants, you lower yourself to Keegan once more, your ass in the air. You pull Keegan's pants down further, making sure he can fully feel your breasts brushing against his thighs. You feel Riley shifting again behind you, and feel his hands gently touch the sides of your hips.
"I need you to suck me off right now, Crow," Keegan says roughly. "This view is too good to fucking waste."
"Yes, Sergeant Russ." You say, and you pull his boxers down, trying not to gasp at how perfect his dick is. It's length is similar to Soap's, too perfect to be real, and you can't even think straight, you just need Keegan inside you now, so you put your mouth on his cock the same moment Riley puts his hands on your ass, spreads it slightly, and rakes his tongue across your pussy.
You have no idea when Riley pulled his mask up, but you don't care, you let out a moan so strong that it must vibrate on Keegan's cock, because his hands have dug into your hair again, holding your head in place as he thrusts his cock upwards. The tip of him hits the back of your throat and you nearly gag, but you take him, because you want to, because you want him to know how good you can be for him.
"That's a good fucking girl," Keegan groans, holding your head in place as he pulls his cock out of your mouth slightly and then moves into you again. "Suck me while I fuck your face."
And you do, letting your mouth adjust to the size of him and what he wants from you. He grinds his hips upwards, slipping in and out of your mouth as you hollow your cheeks. Your tongue swirls the tip of his cock as he pulls out and flattens as he goes in, and within moments you can feel his cock twitching with pleasure.
His pleasure only increases when you moan, which you can't seem to stop doing as Riley eats you out from behind. He sucks on your clit, flicking it with his tongue before he gives you a long, rough lick that makes your legs shake. He hums as his mouth is pressed on you, knowing the vibration of his voice feels just as good on your pussy as your own voice feels on Keegan's cock. You feel one of Riley's hands snake up to grab your breast, squeezing and massaging it, running his thumb lightly over your nipple, making you squirm on his face.
"Look at me," Keegan says, and you look up at him, your head being held still in his hands, his cock sinking into your mouth so deep that your throat constricts and pushes a little bit, just shy of gagging on him. You feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes.
"Yeah, that's right. Look right at me, bitch," He growls. His eyes are like blue fire. "I want you to know who's fucking cock you're choking on." He pulls out slightly and pushes into you again, and you do gag this time, squeezing your eyes shut as tears leak from your eyes. He pulls out enough to let you recover before he starts again, and you relax your throat more so you can take him just how he wants.
Riley dips his tongue into your entrance, taking his hand off your breast to palm the front of your pussy, and his middle finger starts rubbing your clit. You let out a deep moan just as Keegan pushes to the very back of your throat, and you feel his cock throb.
"Oh, fuck," Keegan groans hoarsely. "Keep fucking moaning on that cock, and I'll come down your fucking throat."
Riley's tongue leaves you for a moment. "Promise?" He says against your pussy, and you can feel the smile on his lips.
"You want me to come for you, Lieutenant Riley?" Keegan asks. "You want me to say your name when I fucking bust in her mouth?"
Riley licks you hard, making you shiver before he pulls away again. "I want you to know how much I appreciate you, Sergeant." He replies. "That's why I'm letting you have her first."
Keegan keeps his cock buried in your mouth, making it impossible for you to speak.
"Then you should have gotten your dick sucked first," Keegan says, his voice rough. "Because when the time comes for us to choose—I've already had her this way. I need her pussy, too."
Your brow furrows. What is he talking about?
Riley brings his mouth to hover inches away from your pussy, and you feel his lips brush along you as he says: "You can have all of it your way, Sergeant. Even me." Then he starts licking you again.
Keegan lets out a strangled groan. "Like a good old boy." And he starts thrusting into your mouth again, at a slightly faster pace this time.
Riley takes his fingers off your clit and he starts to lick and suck it, making you immediately forget whatever they were talking about. You start moaning on Keegan's cock again, which makes him fuck your face even deeper and faster, but you can take it, you want to take it. Suddenly Keegan lets out a curse, his cock throbbing your mouth, and you realize that Riley's hand has now reached to start massaging Keegan's balls, his thumb grazing the underside of your chin.
"I want you to bust down her throat, Keegan," Riley says on your pussy. "Crow wants you to come in her too, don't you, baby?"
You let out a long sound of assent, and Keegan presses his cock to the back of your throat to feel it vibrate on him.
"Show me how much you want me to come, Riley," Keegan demands, his voice breaking from overwhelming pleasure.
And Riley somehow knows exactly what he's asking, because he takes his mouth off your pussy, dips his head below your hips, and pushes your legs apart a little further to fit the tops of his shoulders between you. He places the hand that was massaging Keegan's balls onto Keegan's hip, and he angles his head to one side, fitting just between you and the couch to flatten his tongue on Keegan's balls, licking him soundly before he starts sucking on them while you take Keegan's dick.
This shocks you, briefly, but you find your fingers coming to rub on your clit as you take in the entirety of the moment.
You look up at Keegan and see him watching you. "You look so good on my cock," He says. "You're gonna look even better with my cum dripping out of your pussy."
"Come for us, Keegan," Riley breathes. "Come in her fucking mouth."
You take your hand off your clit and swing it upwards, reaching to lay it on Keegan's throat. You squeeze the sides of his neck as he thrusts into you and you moan on him, and Riley does too, and Keegan's hands tighten on your hair as he pushes even farther into your mouth, making you gag as you feel him spill down your throat, his cock pumping and throbbing.
You swallow every bit of him, and Riley slips out from under you, lazily running his hand up and down your pussy from behind as Keegan lowers himself down and releases your hair, letting you finally take your mouth off his cock. You let your jaw relax but you keep the tip of Keegan in your mouth, sucking on him lightly, making him twitch with pleasure. You give his head a rough, swirling lick before you finally lift yourself off him, and Riley pulls away so you can sit.
You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, then use the heel of your hand to wipe the tears from your eyes. Riley moves closer again and presses his chest to your back as his hand grips your face from beneath, the tips of his fingers and his thumb rubbing either side of your jaw, massaging it. You close your eyes slightly, melting into his touch as Keegan lazily strokes his cock, watching the two of you together.
"Both of you are to die for." He says, staring at you with his fathomless eyes.
Riley tsks. "You can't die before you see the Eiffel Tower, Russ. It's the best part of the whole trip. Haven't we only just started?"
Your eyes snap open.
*End of Chapter Thirteen*
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