The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Luke x Drake x Emperor (Mature)

I like Drake x Luke and Drake x emperor so this just felt perfect (Even though it was extremely uncomfortable). I have so many ships I want to work on.  ._.
As always...
(Warning! Mature content! DON'T like DON'T read!)
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He remained sitting on the stone floor as the guards finished shackling his wrists, suspending his arms above his head. He didn't bother struggling, his limbs aching and his body exhausted. He was beaten and too tired to even attempt to fight back. So early on after being captured, and he had already given up.
The guards left the room, closing and locking the wood and iron door behind them. The hybrid was left in the darkness, with only the light of his eyes and the tiny Ender particles floating gently around his body. Drake's tired eyes closed, letting his exhaustion take a hold of him.
Only a few minutes passed, before his eyes shot open, the cell door unlocking from the outside. He squinted his eyes as light poured into the room, two figures standing in the doorway. The imperial assassin stood in the doorway, holding the door open for the emperor to walk into the room. He remembered that assassin in the hat. He was the reason he was captured in the first place.
The king walked in, holding a torch in one hand. He mounted it on the stone wall, letting it's light flicker in the cell.

"Isn't he cute?" The assassin said with a smile on his face, closing the door as he walked in.

Drake snarled at the two, a burning hatred in his being. The emperor walked closer to the captive hybrid, putting his hand underneath his chin and forced him to look up at him. Drake would have loved to fight back, but he was too exhausted, and knew that even if he was at full strength, his antics would get him nowhere.

"Indeed he is!" The emperor spoke. "I can see why you've taken interest in him."

His hand moved up, running his fingers through the hybrid's greasy yet somehow soft locks. Drake held back a moan in his throat. He pulled away from the king's grasp, disgusted with the man. These two took everything from his best friend and were now holding him prisoner, so of course hatred would be the only thing he felt for them.
The emperor growled, once again forcefully grabbing the hybrid's chin, forcing Drake to gaze into his eyes.

"He seems to be a bit stubborn, but that's not an issue. We can still have our fun with him." Him hummed, with a tilt of his head.

Drake's eyes widened, his heart beginning to race. He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, it felt too dry to get any words out.
Taking it as an advantage, the emperor leaned in, pressing his lips against the hybrid's, forcing his tongue into his mouth before he could put his teeth together. Drake's back pressed against the wall as the emperor took a hold of his wrists, pinning him on the stone behind his aching body. He felt disgusted with the feeling of the other man's tongue messing with the inside of his mouth, saliva coating his teeth and the walls of his mouth before the emperor's tongue danced with his own. Saliva covered his tongue, making Drake gag as the emperor pulled back, allowing the both of them to gasp for breath.

The assassin finally spoke up, his voice filled with lust. "Now, now. You can't have him all to yourself. I have to have my turn too."

The emperor stood up, taking a few steps away from Drake, taking off his cape and letting it fall onto the dirty cell floor. "Well then, he's all yours."

Drake weakly kicked as Luke approached him, getting onto his knees in front of him. He spread the Mage's legs so he could sit in between them, his hand going underneath the hybrid's shirt. Drake let out a light moan as the assassin gently stroked his chest and abdomen, a shiver running down his spine. Luke chuckled as he took off one glove, then removed the other before he leaned forward and pressed his lips hard against Drake's. The Mage didn't put up much of a fight as Luke put his tongue in his mouth, letting out a moan as their tongues entwined.
Luke finally pulled back, their saliva covering their lips and chins. His hand reached down, grabbing a dagger in his belt. He pulled it out and placed it on the bottom of Drake's shirt as he held the bottom in his fist.