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Face’s heats didn’t usually happen in the van that often because he and the others always planned to schedule jobs around his heats. But if and when they did happen, they tried to be as prepared as possible. Over the years, they’ve accumulated plenty of blankets and pillows, use the bed rolls to pad the back, emergency contraceptive shots, condoms, everything else they might need to keep up their strength through the heats. It was a good thing because it made things easier for situations like the one right now.

“Mmmmmmmm~” Face moaned. His chest flat against the bed roll while his hips were up in the air, getting absolutely ravished by B.A.. The alpha’s hard cock massaged and scratched that itch that he needed to satiate his burning skin. From between his own legs, his cocklette was weeping and leaking pre-come onto the already messy towel below.

B.A.’s hands were strong on his hips, not allowing his hips to move anywhere besides from onto his cock. He groaned happily as his nails dug into his skin when Face clenched around him on every downward stroke, trying to coax his knot to pop at the base. They were both enjoying the steady pace, each of them finding great pleasure in what the other was doing.

So they continued like always, Face, over time, got progressively louder, feeling his climax approaching while B.A. tried to stave off his orgasm for as long as he could. It was going well. Until things started to feel really good but in a bad way.

His dick was getting more wet and the warmth around him felt like he was getting sucked off. He could feel every twitch, every muscle, the omega’s heartbeat, everything. It was amazing! Then the unexpected happened, he came without warning.

“Fuck.” He cursed. Then, pushed the omega down using his body mass and started to push his rapidly growing knot inside.

He watched as the middle of the pillow creased when his knot caught a few times against the omegas rim before finally popping through and his cock was nestled inside. From that, he orgasmed again, having easily one of the best orgasms he’s ever had in his life.

Face passed out at some point after being knotted, having made the towel a little bit more messy, so B.A. used that time to get them on their sides and wipe the omega’s front off with the edge of the messy towel before folding it up and tossing it with the other one they had used yesterday.

“You two good back there?” Hannibal asked, cruising the van along the tough terrain.

“Yeah.” B.A. responded, laying back on his side and relaxing. Well relaxing as much as he could with Face minutely squeezing around his knot to coax the “release” out of him. “Release” because he had a condom on, There was no way they could get pregnant right now. Too many guns and people that needed their help.

“We should be rolling through a town soon. We might be able to fill up there.”

“There ain’t no more gas in the can?”

“Nah, we used those before we pulled the last job, remember?” Hannibal reminded him. They both forgot about that, both of their minds on Face’s upcoming heat.

“Dammit, I knew I forgot something when we pulled outta there. My bad, man.”

“It’s alright, B.A.. It happens. We just gotta keep him quiet while we’re there. It’s already bad enough he smells like he can draw a whole town together.” B.A. felt his knot go down so he started to pull out. “So, come up with a way-”

“Shit.” B.A. cursed when he saw the damage he’d done.

“What? What happened?” Hannibal said, taking his eye off the road for a second.

B.A. sighed and pulled the rest of the way out. The condom had broken. The whole top piece tore in the middle and down his shaft and was covered with slick and some of his cum.

“B.A., what’s wrong?”

“The condom broke.” He said, peeling the broken condom off of him. “Goddammit.”

He heard Hannibal sigh from the front.

“B.A., didn’t I tell you not to be so rough with him?”

B.A. didn’t reply. He just threw the condom in the trash bin and cleaned himself off with a napkin. As he did that, he watched with dread as his cum inside the omega started to leak out along with some slick as the omega went into the next wave of heat.

“Shit.” He cursed again, feeling himself start to get hard again. “What now, Hannibal?”

“Well, there’s no use in using them anymore. What’s done is done.”

“We have some of those emergency shots right?”

“Yeah, but you know how he gets when he has to take them. We’ll give it to him before his heat ends, that way his hormones can balance out by the time he comes back to himself.”

“I hope he’s not going to be too upset. But you got my back, right?”

“Of course, B.A.. I would never let Face hit you over the head with a bottle of wine again. I can promise you that.”

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“Ughhhhhh~” Face moaned as he was penetrated from behind by B.A.. He was over the alpha’s apartment to help him through his rut. They’d been going at it off and on for the past two days now, only stopping for sleep, to eat and drink water, and take showers (although every time they stepped in there they went right back at it).

B.A.’s nose was in his neck, breathing in his turned-on scent and fucking him harder as it engulfed his senses. Face groaned as his hand tightened around his waist and his top leg was held up by B.A. 's with more vigor. Face didn’t mind the manhandling that much. In fact, it turned him on more.

Face’s hands were twisted and turned up in the bed sheets. His chest was sore, raw and tender after the abuse B.A. had done to it over the past few days. His cock untouched and leaking down on the same sheets his hands were twisted in.

It wasn’t long before he could feel B.A. ‘s knot starting to swell as its growing form caught on his rim. He raised his leg higher in the hopes of allowing more room in his hips to accommodate the alpha and clamping down on him to coax the knot more. B.A. was almost there when-

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Face whined as B.A. stopped in his movements and looked in the direction of the living room.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

B.A. groaned and growled when he realized that the door had in fact been knocked on. He licked and sucked at Face’s scent gland in apology as he pulled out, his knot almost at its full size.

“Expecting company?” Face said as he laid back on the covers and watched the alpha get dressed.

“I’m coming!” He called out. “Nah, it could be the landlady though.” He answered his omega. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, I believe you.”

They smiled at each other for a moment before B.A. left the room, adjusting his hard cock in his sweatpants as he made his way to the door.
B.A. grumbled and growled as he made his way to the door. Why would anyone be knocking on his door right now? His landlady did know his rut was coming up, so it couldn’t really be her. Not the kids from the center, they didn’t know where he lived. Not Decker or Fulbright. They didn’t know where he lived either, besides he was careful when he came here. The truck was all the way across the city and in the care of a good friend. He borrowed that good friend's car to get around and avoided any cameras. On top of that, everyone in the neighborhood adored him and looked out for him. If Decker or Fulbright was in the neighborhood, they knew how to get in contact with him to tell him. And knocking on the door wasn’t how they got in contact with him. So, it had to be a social call. The landlady, nope. The kids, nope. Neighbor’s, nope. Hm, so who could this be?

B.A. wasn’t exactly thinking straight, so he reached for the doorknob and pulled it open. As soon as it was open far enough, something barreled through the door at him, making him staggering backwards.

“Oh, B.A., why didn’t you tell me so yourself?”

Oh, no, it was her. Melinda Wilson, the landlady’s granddaughter and his secret admirer.

“Melinda, what are you doing here? I thought I told your grandma I didn’t want any visitors.” He said, getting his feet back under him.

“Yeah, she did but she also told me you were in rut so I figured you could use some help. So, here I am.” She said, letting go of him and standing on her own two feet.

He should have figured something like that would happen. Melinda has had a huge crush on him for the past year that he’s been here. Showing up at all hours of the day with the excuse that her grandmother wanted to ask him something or coming over to rant and rave about college studies to him. Occasionally, he’d play along with her antics and take her to the center where he teaches and watches the neighborhood kids so that she can spend time with him but he sees now that probably wasn’t the brightest idea. Now, she was in his apartment, with the knowledge that he was in rut and trying to help him.

He pinched his nose and shook his head.

“I don’t think that’d be a good idea, Melinda.”

“And why not?” Melinda said, leaning into his space and pushing out a flirtatious scent, that admittedly started to burn his nostrils.

“Because I don’t-”

“B.A., is everything alright out here?”

B.A. looked over to see Face standing in the middle of the bedroom doorway with the sheets wrapped around his body.

He took that moment to take a step back from his admirer and look at her. All the blood had rushed from her face and she wore a shocked expression. She looked to B.A. to Face and back again. She swallowed.

“I,um, I didn’t know you had an omega, B.A.”

“Everything’s okay, Faceman, go back in the bedroom.”

Face nodded and did as he was told.

“Look, um, I’m sorry. I- I should go.”

B.A. didn’t know exactly what to say to the heartbroken girl as she turned around and made her way to the front door.

“Oh, um, grandma told me to give this to you.” She said, picking up a box B.A. didn’t know she had brought in. “It’s filled with water, nutrition bars, things like that for you know.”

“Thanks.” He said, taking the box from her.

“Oh, and, um, can you not tell my grandma about this and keep this between us? I’m so sor-”

“It’s alright, Linda. I gotchu.”

“Thanks. See you around.”

With that, she was gone and B.A. was closing the door. He rested his forehead against the door and sighed. What the hell?

“Nice girl.” Came Face’s voice.

B.A. opened his eyes to see that Face reappeared at his bedroom door.

“Yeah, she is.” He went over to the table and dropped the box onto it.

“Look, I’m sorry if I messed that up for you. I didn’t mean to barge in like that.”

“It’s alright, Face.” If anything, Face saved him. “Besides I don’t think something like that would have worked out anyway.”

B.A. watched as Face’s face fell.

“No no no, Face, it’s not like that. Sure, she was nice but that’s all it was. We were just friends.”

Face’s expression didn’t change very much but he approached him.

“Just friends?”

“Yeah. She’s my landlady’s granddaughter.”

“Interesting.” He said, looking into the box and pulling out a nutrition bar. “And was it her grandma who told her to come down here and try to seduce you?”

“Of course not.”

“Mm-hm.”

“Face.” He warned. Mrs. Thompson wouldn’t do something like that.

“Alright, fine, I’m just a little jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“Yeah, you two seemed good together. Maybe it’s just me, but I think you’d wear her on your hip very nicely. Besides, she was drop dead gorgeous.”

“Face.” Face looked up as he brought his hand to his chin. “You’re drop dead gorgeous. And you’re the only omega I need in my life.”

“You really mean that?” Face smirked a little.

“Of course. One moody omega is enough for anyone.”

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The sounds of Face’s moans and Hannibal's groans were loud throughout their government-owned home as Face rode Hannibal on their shared bed. It was a lazy Sunday morning. One that they thought they were ‘promised’ to have off since Face was transitioning out of his heat.

“Mmm, Hannibal, feels so good~” Face said against his lips as he fucked himself on the head of the alpha’s cock, wanting to tease the alpha for as long as he could.

Hannibal smiled and wrapped his arms around him as he laid down on his chest before planting a chaste kiss on the omega’s lips. As much as the alpha hated to be teased, he could deal with it if Face was doing it.

“Same to you, baby~” Hannibal said back.

Face let his head fall between the juncture between Hannibal’s neck and shoulder and breathed in the alpha’s heady scent. He was still coming down from the hormonal upswings so the scent made him salivate and want to sink his teeth into the alpha and claim him as his own. If B.A. was here, he’d do the same to him. Claim both of his alphas.

Hannibal’s hands slid down from his back to cup and squeeze his asscheeks. They just rested there as Face rolled and grinded his hips, wanting the omega to continue to set the pace and work himself to completion first.

He groaned every time Face’s walls tightened around him a couple times before the omega decided that enough was enough and sank all the way down him.

“Come on, John, fuck me, I know you want to~” John was the magic word. A word that chills down his spine and sparked fire in his belly. A word they only used during times like this and not on a mission. John. His real name.

Hannibal felt himself grow so hard it hurt and planted his feet into the mattress and thrusted upwards. Face choked on a cry and grabbed at him as he set an agonizingly quick pace.

“Ah, fuck~” Face grunted as Hannibal’s cock stroked that spot deep inside him that made his toes curl in pleasure. “John, yes, please~ Harder~”

Hannibal went as fast as he could, pistoning his hips and fucking the omega the way he likes it. He plastered their lips together and plunged his tongue into his mouth. Together, their tongues danced and slid together in a familiar unison.

Combined with that and the rubbing of his member on the alpha’s bare stomach, Face was cumming between them, coating their abdomens with his jizz. Hannibal stopped in his movements to let the omega come down and actively tried to fight off his own climax as Face’s walls clenched and quaked around him as he got off but he was no match for the omega’s strong muscles and shot his load inside the omega.
“Hmm~” Face moaned as he slowly came down from his orgasmic high and kissed down the side of his neck to his unmarked scent gland. He growled lowly in his throat as Face’s mouth opened and his teeth bit him. There was too much pressure but it was enough for him to get the picture.

Face let go of him and let himself just rest there, letting himself bask in the post-orgasmic bliss.

Hannibal’s hands came from his asscheeks and rested on his waist like before but this time they started to lightly caress his sides, making him involuntarily purr. The sound rumbling their chests in a melodic rhythm. Hannibal didn’t open his mouth to say anything- knowing the omega would have stopped if he did, and just let them stay like they were. His cock still bedded within his omega and the omega content in his arms.

He could ask for a quieter sunday. Right?

Wrong.

“Well well, isn’t this a lovely sight to see?”

Face and Hannibal turned their heads to see their handler, Hunt Stockwell, the head of the EIA, standing in the doorway to their bedroom.

“You think he’ll leave if we ignore him?” Face whispered quietly to him.

“That’s very unlikely, Lieutenant. C’mon, break time’s over.” He sat patting the omega on ass to let him up.

Face obliged the command and slowly lifted himself off the alpha’s cock and fell off to the side to roll to the other side of the room where his clothes were.

“I take it you had a successful heat, Lieutenant Peck.”

Face rolled his eyes and started to turn around to get dressed but decided against it with the fluid started to come out of him.

“I can only imagine you’re here to brief us on our next job.” Hannibal said, still laying on the bed, arms crossed behind his head like he could care less who saw him naked.

On the other hand, Face was quick to pull on his clothes and blush at the thought the man had seen him the way he did. Just his fuckin luck.

“So, brief us.”

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Murdoch really loved moments like this when they were altogether. It was very few and far in between for moments when they could actually sit down together and have a little bit of…sexy time. And for him it was quite a rare occasion. With him being held up in the VA hospital most of the time and them out in the world doing jobs and trying to lay low and out of Decker’s, Fulbright’s- well, the government hands in general; they barely had time to sit back and relax and just be a pack.

“Mmmm, Murdoch~” Face moaned out his name.

Murdoch moaned too as Face leaned into his side more and pushed his nose into his neck. Face was currently sprawling out on the couch; upper body leaning on him while his naked lower half rested on B.A. ‘s lap. B.A. was stroking himself with one hand while using the other on Face’s cock.

Face arched as his hand came down and tweaked a nipple before going back to the massage on his lower abdominals like before. He knew how the omega liked it. When Face’s hand came up to caress his face and turn his face towards him, he gladly let his friend kiss him. The familiar soft lips against his made him hard too- not that he wasn’t already.

“I love you, Murdoch.” Face said so low he almost couldn’t hear it.

“I love you too, Facey.” Then, they were kissing again, this time with more tongue and roughness as Face pulled him into it by the back of the head. Eventually, they had to break for air and Face was entering his next wave of heat.

“B.A…” Face trailed off.

B.A. nodded, knowing that was his signal to start helping him. So that is what B.A. did. B.A. shifted a little onto his hip and lined up so they were almost in a spooning-like position, his dick slid in easily, bottoming out instantly and immediately starting to grind his hips up into the other’s backside.

Face cursed softly as the angle provided B.A. with a good access to his prostate. He hissed as Murdoch’s hands went from massaging his abs to his chest, scraping fingertips against the pert nubs and thumbing gently for added stimulation.

“Feel good, Faceman?” B.A. inquired.

Face readily nodded.

With that reassurance, B.A. continued at that pace while Murdoch provided the additional stimulation. They were a greater team than they liked to let on, especially when they had the same goal in mind.

“Let me.” Murdoch said, gently batting B.A.’s hand away from Face’s weeping cock.

B.A. didn’t fuss and let him do it. Now with a free hand, he used to get a hold of Face’s leg and push it to the side for a better angle. He smiled at the immediate response he got: Face crying out and subsequently falling onto his front. Using his other hand, he grabbed Face by the elbow and readjusted him back onto his side. B.A. used the space between Face and the couch to rest onto his elbow after letting go.

“Unnghh~” Face groaned and arched beautifully, pushing himself back onto the cock.

“I know that feels good.” B.A. said absentmindedly, switching from grinding to actually thrusting albeit slowly but just as deep.

Murdoch kept a good grip on the Lieutenant during the whole thing and decided that now would probably be the best time for him to start working on getting Face off since he needed to tide the omega over before B.A. knotted him to take the edge off. He did his best with the angle to twirl and twist his way down the shaft to the base before coming up to tease the head with his thumb but with the angle on his wrist. He knew Face was close by the sound of moans and the picking up of breath.

“I love you so much, Face. You have no idea.” Murdoch said, teasing the tip with the pad of his finger. Then, Face was gone, gripping on his knee and choking on a sob.

B.A. pulled out momentarily to let Face come down from his orgasm.

“Wanna come up?” B.A. asked when he did. He could see the brief clarity in the omega’s eyes.

“Yeah.”

Without separating, B.A. pulled Face into his lap. Face was now fully facing away from him.

“Mhm.” Face grimaced as he slid back home.

“Too much?”

Face groaned again, yet shook his head.

“Just tell me when.” B.A. said, leaning back but not letting go of his hips.

Face took a few moments to himself before leaning back on B.A. and throwing his arm over the dark-skinned alpha’s shoulders and spreading his legs.

C’m“..on.” Face swallowed.

B.A. wrapped an arm around Face’s waist and planted his feet into the ground, sending his hips up. He moaned himself as Face swiveled his hips and clenched around him. From there, he gradually transitioned into really fucking the omega, just thrusting up and not stopping. He used the arm wrapped around Faces waist to come up and hold onto his shoulder to keep him there.

“Looks like quite the party.” Hannibal said, entering the cabin from his patrol on the parameter.

“Welcome back, colonel.” Murdoch said, not taking his eyes off of Face, who was too lost in bliss to even notice his commanding officer had returned. Not that it mattered though. Face was all of their omega.

“The parameter is clear. For now, at least. But I don’t think Decker is nowhere near here or anyone for that matter. I mean, it’s the whole reason why we picked this place out.” Hannibal said, dropping his beloved rifle on the floor next to the door. He hung his jacket on the built-in rack and strode over to them. When he was close enough, he grabbed Face by the chin. The omega’s eyes were fully dilated and hazy as they stared back at him.

Face opened his lips partly as Hannibal brushed his thumb over his bottom lip. He wished the alpha had the gloves on. He’d love to feel that leather on his tongue again. The texture just did things to him. Admittedly, he blamed Hannibal for that kink. 100%. No one told him to put a gloved hand over his mouth to keep him quiet while he fucked him mercilessly. They could have waited for those people to leave his trailer. But no, Hannibal fucked him in that trailer bathroom. And he loved it (he’d never tell Hannibal this because he might just do it again- not that would really mind. The sex was great.).

Hannibal took that as an invitation to stick the pad of thumb into his face. And the omega didn’t disappoint and began to kiss and suck on his finger. Hannibal was so transfixed on the imagery before him that he didn’t hear someone call his name.

“Hannibal? Colonel?” Then, “John.” He immediately snapped out of it.

“Hm, yeah?”

“Do you mind if I..?” Murdoch trailed off, making a rather lewd hand gesture and licking his lips.

Oh.

“Of course.” And he started to undo his belt. In retrospect, he should have moved away from Face when he did this. The amount of scent that slapped him in the face had him almost staggering. “Uh-uh, not for you, my sweet boy. Next time.”

Hannibal gave the omega a peck on the lips before moving to stand in front of Murdoch.

“Let me do that, Colonel.” Murdoch said, taking charge and undoing the rest of the belt and unzipped his pants. Murdoch did his best to purr as Hannibal’s hand stroked and combed through his hair.

Hannibal moaned as the air hit his semi hard-on once Murdoch took him out of his pants. He moaned even more when Murdoch took him in hand and slid his tongue up from where his hand wasn’t covering all the way up over the ridge and to the tip, where he put some pressure. All of that made Hannibal’s knees want to buckle. And they’d just started.

“Fuck, Murdoch.” He said, his other hand gripping onto the beta’s shoulder.

Licking his lips to get them moist, he then proceeded to them along the shaft and started to make out with his cock. The grip on Murdoch’s shoulder got firmer and his hips jerked. He didn’t know if he’d be able to last as long as he liked. Damn Murdoch and his blowjob skills.

“You alright up there, colonel?” Murdoch said, pulling off.

“Y-yeah.” He lied. He was going to cum faster than he thought and it sucked.

Murdoch bit back a smile and squeezed him at the base.

Small blessings.

Next to them, Face and B.A. had switched positions and were in the classic mounting position. Face’s head was pillowed between his arms on the back of the couch, back arched slightly, and knees close together while B.A. smashed their hips together. Face’s small moans and cries were muffled in his arms. All of a sudden, B.A. stopped and Face was throwing his head back with a loud shout.

Murdoch took his attention back by wrapping his lips around him. His tongue slightly sticking out to massage the underside of his cock and his upper lip safely protecting him from his teeth and started to suck him off. And like the perfection he is, he made sure to play with his balls, fondling them and lightly massaging them between his fingertips. When he choked from going down too far, he didn’t stop and used the added wetness to help slide up and down as he pleased.

“Murdoch- Jesus fucking christ.” Hannibal cursed and willed himself not to cum yet. Just a few minutes more, he prayed. Just a few more, please, if there’s a god in heaven.

Thankfully, his prayers were answered.

“Gonna cum, Murdoch.” He groaned.

“Mhhh hemmmh.” Murdoch said around him.

“Huh?”

Murdoch sighed and wrapped his arms around his waist and said whatever he muffled again.

Hannibal got the point and grabbed the Captain by the back of the head and started to fuck his mouth. If Murdoch wanted him to cum in his mouth then he’d do it. No questions asked.

Hannibal didn’t know if it was his imagination or not but he could have sworn he heard something keen. Did they have the stove on? Tea maybe?

Murdoch’s moans were what sent him over the edge, the vibration making him shiver all the way down to his toes.

“Fuck!” Hannibal said, spilling his load into Murdoch’s wanting mouth. “That was amazing, Murdoch. Jesus.”

When he was done cumming, Murdoch unwrapped himself from around him and slid off of him. There was spit and cum dripping down the chin and the side of his mouth and his eyes were red and puffy.

“Jesus, Murdoch. That was phenomenal.” Hannibal said, catching his breath. It was like Murdoch had sucked the breath right out of him, it was so hard to breathe. “I got to sit down.”

Hannibal turned his back and made his way slowly to the dining room table, just as he was ready to turn around and sit, he heard B.A. gasp “Oh my god!”. Hannibal was quick to turn around and he cursed at what he saw.

Murdoch was really a big fan of swallowing, so he reached over to the little end table where the tissues were. Just as he was plucking out one to spit in, he was grabbed by the collar and turned around. Before he knew it, his lips were smashed against someone else's.

“Ow, Face!” B.A. hissed.

Murdoch didn’t hesitate and opened his mouth when Face nipped at the bottom of his lip. When that opened, Face proceeded to shove his tongue in his mouth. It was the roughest kiss he’s ever gotten in his life. And he was loving it. Unfortunately, they had to break for air, which made Murdoch whine more than Face. But that didn’t stop Face from licking at the mess on his face and kissing him softly on the cheeks.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw B.A. shift and he and Face groaned then Face was crawling into lap. B.A. got off the couch and was walking in the direction of the kitchen (he was naked as the day he was born unless you count the condom as an article of clothing). Murdoch did say anything as he felt his pants get soiled from the slick and let his hands fall naturally to Face’s waist. When Face’s hands went to undo his zipper he helped and when he wanted to sink down on him, he let him do that too.

Murdoch sat back and let Face ride him like he’d never had sex in his life. When he came, he did it in him. A small privilege Face gave to him. And it was sweet. So sweet. Especially when he was rubbing it in Hannibal’s and B.A. ‘s faces.

“Love you, Murdoch.” Face whispered into his ear once he collapsed from exhaustion.

“I love you too, Templeton.”

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“You know, you looked really handsome in that white suit today, Faceman.” Murdoch said out of the blue as Face and he cuddled on the couch in the team’s shared hotel suite.

“Oh. That’s good to hear. I guessed that $200 wasn’t a waste.” Face smiled at him and hugged him closer before going back to watch the television. They were watching a new Knight Rider episode. So far, Devon had busted out of prison and Michael was on his way with KIIT to see if he could get him out. It was a really well-crafted episode and one that was keeping them entertained- well, one of them.

Murdoch bit his lip and sighed softly. That was the only pickup line he had come up with and he was so starving for some action from his lover.

“Did you like what I had on today?” Murdoch said, hopefully innocently.

Face didn’t take his eyes off the screen when he answered, but rubbed his side and all the way down to his ass, where his hand settled.

“Oh, yeah, sure. You looked good in those little cargo shorts. It made me wish they had a hole in the back so I can get right in there and fuck you senseless.” Face’s hand tightened as his rear, making him gasp. As soon as the pressure happened, it went and the hand settled back down to rest against him like the previous action never happened.

Murdoch sighed, figuring that the omega was playing coy with him. He could get the omega over that curve. All he had to was-

Face groaned and head snapped towards him as his hand came down to palm him through his night pants.

“Really? Right now? In the middle of Knight Rider?” Murdoch loved Knight Rider. In fact, it was their favorite show to get popcorn or eat dinner and sit down to watch together.

“I know but I’m burning at the stake here. Fuck me?” Murdoch pouted.

Face started at him for a few hot seconds before saying ‘alright’ and leaning up to press a kiss onto his lips. Murdoch pushed Face down back onto his back and climbed over him fully. His knees crowded the omega’s abdomen as they moved gradually as they made out. Eventually and unfortunately they had to break for some air.

“I have some lube in my suitcase, go get it.”

Murdoch was quick to follow the order and promptly went into their shared bedroom in search of the much needed item.

“Oh and get a towel. We don’t want to leave any stains, you know.” Face called to him as he readily took off his clothes. He left on his boxers because well, slick and all that.

“One towel and a bottle of Eve’s Garden Love Oil, ready for use.” Murdoch announced as he reentered the living room with said items. “You know, Face, we really don’t need lube. We could have just used some of your slick.”

“Like that worked the last time.” Face retorted with a frown. That wasn’t a day he liked to relish. They were both horny that day and Murdoch thought it’d be a good idea to use his slick as lube because they didn’t have any. But it turned out to be a very painful experience. Murdoch said he was fine and to keep going but Face knew he wasn’t enjoying it and went soft because he could smell the discomfort and the blood that inevitably started to come out. It was awful. Face couldn’t bring himself to get near or try to sweet talk him for close to a month much to Murdoch’s disappointment. Murdoch was only happy because he had been in the VA hospital for most of that time because he had missed Face’s sweet talking and small touches and kisses when they went to bed together.

“Oh, c’mon, it could work.”

“With an alpha, maybe.” Face stood up and met him halfway, wrapping his arms around him.

Murdoch didn’t let the fact that he wasn’t an alpha get him down because he could bring as much pleasure to Face as an alpha could. Just because he didn’t have a knot or could make him as slick didn’t mean people could count him out, especially not Face. He could make Face feel as though he was the only guy in the world and could make him cum harder than any female he’d been with. It was one of Murdoch’s hidden talents.

“I love you, Face.” Murdoch said, tossing the lube and towel on the couch and placing his hands on Face’s waist and drawing him in for another kiss.

“I love you too, Murdoch. More than you could ever know.” He said cheesily into it.

Gradually they made their way back onto the couch and started to shed the rest of their clothing. Face dove down as took his cock into his mouth the second his boxers and pants were kicked away and gave him a short blowjob. Murdoch patted him and told him how good he was and so on before moving on.

“Want to finger each other?” Murdoch suggested.

Face’s eyebrows raised.

“Why would we do that? You wanted me to fuck you right?”

“Yeah, but I want you to get off.” Murdoch replied. Sometimes Face had a problem getting off when there wasn’t an alpha involved- which almost doesn’t happen, so he wanted to give Face as much of a chance to get off as he did. And he knew with his hands and techniques he could do that. Get Face as close to the edge as possible before getting into the good stuff, he learned from experience.

“Oh, I guess so. And we can suck each other while we do it.”

“Yeah! Here I’ll lay down.” Murdoch said, switching up their previous position and laying down. “Now, lay on me.”

Face did as he was told and laid over him but in the opposite way. He knew what Murdoch was trying to do. Face made sure the lube was in each other’s reach and then they started. He took Murdoch into his mouth and vice versa. Together they sucked each other off and prepared each other.

Face wasn’t exactly a well-endowed individual but he made sure to prepare Murdoch well with four of his fingers while Murdoch did his magic with only one finger. He didn’t know how he did it but Murdoch never stopped abusing his prostate with the pad of his finger. So he was dripping pre-cum down onto his face and into the beta’s open mouth as he pushed onto his knees as he was milked and brought to an orgasm with one finger alone.

Murdoch smiled to himself as he was rewarded with Face letting out a loud whine and a string of curses as he blew his load into his mouth. Murdoch drew his hips down and swallowed him whole, wanting all of him.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry, Murdoch.” Face apologized as he came down and drew his cock out of Murdoch’s mouth.

Murdoch tapped his hip, signaling him to get up, which he did. Face stood up and began to apologize some more but was stopped when Murdoch grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled into another kiss. He didn’t fail to notice how Murdoch shoved his tongue in and made him taste himself. Before he knew it, he was hard again.

“All's well that ends well, Faceman.”

Face snorted.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Face ruffled his hair.

Murdoch did as he was told but decided that he wanted to put his arms on the back of the couch and get fucked that way.

“Are you ready?” Face said, lining up with Murdoch’s asshole.
Murdoch moaned as Face rubbed his hole with the head of his cock.

“Yeah, fuck me.”

Face added some pressure with the head of his cock and popped his way into the warm, slick heat of Murdoch’s gut, sinking all the way to the hilt.

“Mmmm, feels so good, Face. You feel so good.”

Face shook where he stood behind his beta pack member. Murdoch was so tight despite the prep.

“You good, Faceman?” Murdoch said, looking over his shoulder at him.

Face nodded and drew his hips back before slowly pushing his way back in. It took him a few thrusts before the shakes wore off and he leaned over him and pistoned his hips forward and into him. He knew he’d set an unruly pace but he didn’t care. He knew Murdoch was loving it but the way he moaned and clenched around him.

“Harder. Harderharderharder.”

Face responded and thrusted into him as hard as he could. At the same time, he breathed in his pack member’s scent before licking at his neck, tasting the sweat that was building up. If Murdoch had a secondary gender like he had, he would have a small bump of skin where his lips were. And if he did, he’d have been into it and made the captain putty in his arms. If only…

“I’m so close, Face.”

Face was almost there too. He could feel the slick coming from his ass and steadily pouring down his legs. A telltale sign that he was having a good time.

“I love you, Murdoch. You have no idea.” He rushed out as he got closer. He could see Murdoch’s arm moving as he talked.

“I love you too, Templeton. Please, please- Ah!” Murdoch arched and clenched almost painfully around him. The sensation was so good it had cumming too, inside of him.

Face was careful on the withdrawal as he pulled out before falling onto the couch. Murdoch followed his lead and snuggled up against him.

“Thank you, Face. That was incredible.” Murdoch said, kissing his cheek then slowly pressing more kisses until he was at his shoulder.

Face pulled him into another kiss. It was sloppy and messy but they didn’t care. They both sated and tired.

“Oh no.” Face said suddenly.

“What? What happened?” Murdoch said, opening his tired eyes and looking around.

“We missed the rest of the episode. Look, Airwolf is on.”

Murdoch glanced at the screen in sad sympathy.

Yeah, Airwolf was on.

Oh, well, they’ll catch the rerun tomorrow.

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As much as B.A. wanted the omega on his back, he really wanted the omega to ride him. He was just so tired from holding himself up and fucking the omega in a wide variety of positions. The same goes for the snoring beta next to them.

He was about halfway through his rut with only two more days to go. So far, it has been uneventful. They were all together: him, Face, Murdoch, and Hannibal. It was great. He wasn’t wanton for anything. If he needed to rut someone, there was Face. If Face was too tired, he had Murdoch. They had a good setup going for them.

“So good, baby.” B.A. said, gripping the underside of Face’s thighs and helping him bounce on his cock. He loved seeing the omegas ass bounce and shake as he fucked him. A clear ass man.

Face didn’t complain with the help and did his best to please the alpha. Face kept his hands on the alpha’s thighs for support as he kept his hips going until his thighs started to burn. He switched to a light grinding of his hips in small, tight circles before letting go.

“Take over, yeah.” Face said, swiveling his hips a bit before stopping and leaning back. He placed his arms behind, next to B.A.’s ribcage.

B.A. let his hands gravitate naturally- one to Faces side to hold him up and the other to the top of his thighs to keep him in place. Then he planted his feet into the mattress.

Face had learned a trick a week prior that he knew for sure would get the alpha off in no time. He was assured this by his omega friends and some females. The trick was simple and effective: just spell your name. The trick wasn’t only a good one for his partner but for him as well, he moaned. He was working on getting through the ‘m’ when he felt B.A. plant his feet.

B.A. probably couldn’t feel how deep he was but he was so deep. He swore if B.A. was any longer than he was right now, he’d been speared on it. He shifted his hips to get to the top of the letter ‘p’ when B.A. thrusted upwards- It should have been good. It was the perfect angle… Well, maybe a little too perfect.

B.A. was expecting the omega to cry out in pleasure, but that wasn’t what he got. Instead of a cry of pleasure, he got a cry of pain and Face was scrambling off of him and falling off to his side, clutching at his abdomen. It seemed to shock the rut right out of him.
“Auugghh!” Face cried before gritting his teeth and hissing in pain.

“Face! Oh my god, Face, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He rushed out as he reached for the omega.

The ruckus had woken Murdoch, who jumped awake and sprang into action despite not knowing what’s going on. The same thing could be said for Hannibal, who burst through the bedroom door.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Hannibal said, rushing onto them. He almost choked on the thick distressing scent the omega was giving off as he curled in on himself more.

“I don’t know, Hannibal. One minute he was fine, then the next he was….” B.A. was sitting up now and let his hands go up to his face in disbelief. Everything had gone wrong so fast.

“It’s okay, B.A.. Things happen.” Hannibal reassured the younger alpha. “Face? Face, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

Face opened his mouth to respond but all that came out was a croak. The burning sensation combined with the feeling of someone punching him in the gut left him breathless and incapable of form any words. All he could focus on was the pain in his rear.

“Did he go too deep or something?” Hannibal questioned him.

Face nodded fervently, still clutching his abdomen. He did his best to try to take deep breaths as the pain subsided somewhat.

Hannibal and B.A. looked at each other. Too deep?

How could he have gone too deep? Because when they were fucking, they used his…

Omegas had a somewhat complex anatomy. In short, in an omega's rear was a rectum which aided the disposal of waste and a vagina which opened and closed during the heat. It was where the slick came from and where the penis needed to go for a successful mating. But that comes with a price, you see, most people or well people who mated omegas, usually never entered or fucked them that way. Instead they used the rectum. Both for its simplicity and easy access because omegas were flexible and with the right amount of arousal could open up that way naturally. But then there was the other part that got no love. An omega's vagina. This separate but intertwined body part required its own amount of preparation for penetration so it was greatly neglected.

Murdoch was like a ninja as he moved around them and shuffled out the room before coming back with a glass of water and painkillers. He knew that would make it better somehow.

"Okay, I have some good news and some bad news." Hannibal said out loud, surprising even himself.

"I want the bad news first." B.A. said, softly caressing a now minutely cramping omega's side.

"Fave wouldn't be able to spend the rest of your rut with you."

"And the good news?"

"There's no real damage. You just managed to hit his cervix."

"His what?"

"His cervix. Omegas have vaginas, you know that, don't you?"

"Of course, I do. But what does that have to do with anything? Getting in there is like me trying to get one of my fingers in one of Murdoch's finger trap thingies." It was hard to do. But with the right positioning, it could be done. Once B.A. realized that, he apologized to the omega again. "I'm really sorry, Face. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's okay." Face managed to groan out as the pain reduced to a dull ache in his abdomen. He thought all was well in the end since the pain was edging away but he got no luck there as the cramps started to roll through his lower half.

"I got you some painkillers, Face. Take one or two of 'em. I can handle B.A. on my own." Murdoch said, his hand on the side of his foot.

Face downed the two painkillers enthusiastically before uncurling a bit to pet B.A. on his side and reassuring him that he was fine.

"Man, I've never even come close to being fucked up there. And I can see why. Shit, this hurts." Face curled in on another cramp. Once that subsided, he reached his hand between his legs. He whimpered when he drew back his fingers which were covered in light blood.

"Here." Hannibal said, passing him a tissue. "I was afraid of that. The bleeding. But I think you'll be fine."

"How can you tell?" Face teased, holding the tissue against himself to catch any blood coming out.

"I'm really sorry. I really and truly am." B.A. said, feeling really guilty. Not only did he hurt his mate, he made him bleed.

"B.A., it's fine, really. It could have happened with anyone so don't worry, okay?" Face said, turning his head to look at the worried alpha.

B.A. leaned over him and pressed an apologetic soft kiss against his lips.

Face gave a small smile.

"It's really okay, B.A. I'm going to be fine. Besides, it was half my fault anyway." He paused when another cramp rolled through him.

B.A. didn't believe him but it really had been his fault. He positioned himself in a way that made it possible for B.A. to hit him up that way. Some trick that was. But he knew he would be doing it again soon. Once his insides recovered, of course.

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Hannibal was in the middle of an intelligence meeting when his phone softly vibrated against his chest. Idly, he reached up to his breast pocket whilst still listening to the briefing and pulled out his phone. He tapped on the screen twice to open up the lock screen and saw that Face had texted him. Hannibal didn't think much of it because they texted each other often, Face, Murdoch, B.A. and he. So he didn't think much of it so he tapped on the screen again to close it, just as he did he got another text from Face in their group chat.

Face: I'll never stop thinking about you, guys.
Face: 😘🍆 💦

It took no longer than a few seconds for the alpha colonel to correct his mistake, turning the phone back on and going straight to his messages. He lowered the screen brightness a smidge and leaned back in his chair and away from his next door neighbor to his right at the table.

The thumbnail of the video was Face naked back in the frame. It piqued his interest. So naturally, he excused himself and went to the men's room with phone in hand at a white knuckle death grip. He quickly brisked into the restroom and made a beeline for one of the open stalls.

Once he was inside and the door was locked behind him, he placed the phone in his pocket and began to undo his pants and push down his briefs to reveal his semi hard-on. Then, he pulled out his phone again and pressed play.

Murdoch was doing his usual routine check-ins with some of the maintenance crew for the planes he piloted when he felt something vibrate against his left buttcheek. Blindly while talking about numbers he reached into his pocket and grabbed for his phone.

"...you know what I mean? Sometimes it's really different. I mean, just think about how you go from flying a one-seater plane to a Boeing 737 with up to 300-400 souls on board. The amount of fuel per person is a heavy clipboard." He said, speaking to one of the crew about the switch from piloting the Military vs. Public use.

Murdoch didn't have a lock on his phone so he went right on through to the messages. As soon as he saw the thumbnail, his brain short-circuited in the middle of a sentence.

"But at least the pay is okay and the shifts are as people expect them nowadays. To and fro. But if you wanted to make the switch and decide not to reenlist- Holy sweet mother of Jesus!" He stared at the phone screen.

"Excuse me? Is there something wrong?" The crew member asked.

"Huh, oh, no, uh, nothing's wrong. Everything's fine. I just got a text from a friend around here,..and he needs me to help with something." He bid them a quick goodbye and left for the toilets. When he inside undid and pushed his pants all the way down to his ankles.

B.A. stood for two thing's: Bad Attitude and his full name. How he got that nickname, he couldn't quite remember but all he knew was that it was a fact that he got in a bad attitude when someone got between him and his milk and him and his mates.

Anyways, B.A. was working in the garage, blasting some classical music: Tupac, Biggie Smalls, etc. His usual garage work music when the stream volume was lowered due to a notification. Notifications aren't a new thing for the younger alpha, so he chose to ignore it.

Sooner rather than later, while he was working on replacing a bumper on one of the cars he was fixing up and his phone buzzed again and again and again- leaving him missing out on his favorite part of California Love. So he huffed and walked towards the offending device wondering who was texting him like this and what was the importance of interrupting one of the greatest masterpieces that has ever been given to man in the shape of a rap song.

Opening up his phone, he saw the audio player with the song playing on it and underneath was his packmates names: Boss (Hannibal), Hotstuff(Face), and Dumpling (Murdoch). In said notification, it said new messages are waiting for him. Curious, he tapped on that notification and put in his four code pin and was sent straight to messenger.

Reading the texts Face sent had him unbuttoning his work jacket a few buttons and biting his lip and looking around to make sure he was alone. He was. It was his garage after all but people have been known to walk up in here unannounced but today was Saturday, the sign said closed. So instead of heading to the bathroom like a normal person, he went to the back where his makeshift office was. He closed the blinds and locked the door before going around his desk and plopping down into the worn seat.

What was Face up to? The alpha questioned as he looked at the thumbnail of the video. He knew he was going to find out very soon so he sat back in his seat and pressed play, opened the video in his phone's video app, and waited for it to load. He smiled a bit to himself about his naughty omega and his antics, thinking about all the possibilities this video could be. Face taking a video of himself getting out of the shower dripping wet, yet hot and bothered with slick snaking down his thighs; teasing them while he was in bed- in general, being his sexy self for them. So the possibilities were endless.

And B.A. wasn't ashamed to say that he liked those videos. In fact, he loved them and locked them on his phone to use whenever he was in the mood.

"Holy-"

And it was safe to say, this one was going to be locked up as well.

The video loaded for all of them.

Face was in their living room, sitting with his back to them on a very familiar- looking leather chair, pushing a pink flesh colored dildo into himself. Underneath him was his cock, which was pointed towards them and was covered in slick and weeping pre-cum into the puddle of fluid it sat in.

The omega moaned and whined as he filled himself with the plastic dildo, silently crying out for them and begging them to let him cum.

Face's heavy breathing dominated most of the video as he shoved his ass back onto the cock and chased his orgasm. He was so freaking close he didn't know what to do with himself. He could feel himself tethering the line between going feral and staying sane as the dildo head brushed against his prostate on every inward thrust. He was so damn close.

In his head, he pictured Murdoch’s hand around his cock, Hannibal fucking into him from behind while B.A. supported his front like they had with him the other day, manhandling him and making him see stars. He remembered how his face was in B.A.'s neck and how good they all smelled together. Just the remainder of the spicy mixed dynamic scent made his head cloudy and all logic escaped him.

He could feel his teeth close around rough material as he started to shove the dildo into himself and lightly rub on his little cocklet underneath. Once the sensation became too much, he pulled the dildo out with a soft pop. That alone had him shaking and twitching before really grinding his hips and cock onto the chair. He moaned wantonly at the smooth, slick glide of his cock against the material. A few seconds later, he was stilling and the orgasm he was chasing washed over him, like water might on a sandcastle at a beach.

"Fuck." He softly cursed while panting. He purred at his light touches and caresses he gave against his skin as he came down.

He gave himself a few more moments to catch his breath before reaching back to turn off the camera.

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The whole incident towards the end of B.A. 's rut had Face thinking that maybe he should explore that other part of himself because it would be a waste to miss out on something that could potentially bring a lot of pleasure to himself. So, he went to a sex toy shop in his spare time away from the team and bought himself a wide variety of toys. He was a little embarrassed at first but the shopkeeper was so nice and very welcoming. When Face had a question or concern, he was more than ready to offer a word of advice and answer any questions he had. And when Face told him about what had happened during his partner’s last rut, the shopkeeper told him that he’s seen cases like this all the time- which was the truth because the selection of toys Face was offered were specifically designed for instances like that. So, Face bought them along with a few other toys he knew his packmates might like: cock rings, cock sleeves, etc. And it didn’t even cost that much now that he looked at it. He’d only spent a quarter of the money he’d bought with him.

When Face got him, he decided that the best time to use some of his items would have to be now, especially the one that had caught his eye from the beginning- a big black curved dildo that had fake veins on it. Just from looking at it, he knew he was going to have the time of his life with it. So, he took everything out of its discret bag and their packages and washed them off in the sink of his bathroom before going to his bedroom, where he shedded himself of his clothes and hopped onto his bed with his toys splayed out in front of him.

He debated which toy he should start with. From the selection of toys minus the ones for the others, he had two vibrators: one a rabbit vibrator, the other a dual purpose regulator wireless remote controlled vibrator; two dildos, one that included his big, black one; a finger vibrator, a vibrating massager, and one cock sleeve for himself. He really wanted to give his big black one a try but he knew that it would be quite painful to go up his vagina since it was really tight up there. So, regretfully, he chose the remote controlled vibrator. It wasn’t too long- maybe the length of his hand- or too girthy so he put the other toy away in his bottom sock drawer and pulled out the lube.

He laid back on his waterbed and played with the vibration settings. It had 8 pleasure settings as he recalled on the box. Out of curiosity, he turned it on its highest vibration and set it against the underside of his nose. He immediately gasped and pulled back as it tickled his nose vigorously. He definitely wasn’t going to start off with that setting and put it on its second setting. It was more than a light hum as it vibrated in his hand.

From there, he let the vibrator glide down and over his body, over his nipples, over the tip of his cock, down the shaft and over his balls, between his inner thighs until finally letting it rest against his hole. He moaned at the sensation it sent through his body. His hips started to ache from the arousal building up in his lower belly and he could feel the beginning of slick as it burned past his entrance and down from his hole onto the sheets below. He gathered some of it with the head of the toy before pushing against himself and popping the head in. He couldn’t help but groan. This was good, he said to himself.

He minutely thrusted the toy inside of him, every few thrust had him going deeper and deeper- inch by inch until the toy was nestled up against his prostate. He arched and cried out as the toy thrummed against the sensitive nub of skin inside him. It was just so good he didn’t want to stop but he had to. The whole purpose was to explore his vag, not get off before then. So he turned off the vibration and slipped the toy out of him and wiped it off with a baby wipe before repositioning the toy at his entrance once more.

From the experience he had the other day and from looking at some anatomy books, he pretty much knew where his vagina was. It was right above his prostate just by a few inches- maybe one or two. So, he pushed the toy back in and looked for his vagina’s entrance. To his credit, it didn’t take him all day and he was already gasping the second he breached said entrance. He took a second to stroke his flagging erection and get himself more aroused before continuing albeit slowly.

He took it inch by inch. When it became too much he backed off for a few seconds and used what he could but went back to trying to go deeper. The sensation and pleasure he got from all of this was different. It was more intoxicating, more arousing, more stimulating. He could feel all kinds of sensations. Every rub of the toy against vaginal walls had him trembling and moaning. But it just wasn’t enough so he reached for the remote next to him and turned on the vibration again but he didn’t really look at what he was doing so it turned on the max setting.

“AHHH!!” He groaned and thrashed, sending the remote flying off the bed.

He immediately tried to scramble to get it but as he moved the toy accidentally nestled itself deeper into himself, making him see stars as the vibration towards the middle-end was at the strongest and it laid up against his g-spot. A few seconds later, he was a goner and was hit by the most intense orgasm he’s ever had in his life.

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Feeling threat! The words said on Murdoch’s cellphone.

Murdoch immediately cursed and let his head fall against the mattress in exasperation. He had stumbled upon something powerful and he didn’t know if he could destroy it. He was three days- 60 in-game days- into this mobile game and he was on the brink of shattering his teeth with how frustrated he got at times with it. Not because he didn’t enjoy it, but because he was and it was killing him. The story was good in his humble opinion, as were the characters and the mechanics. The only thing that made it stressful was the time limit of 100 days! It was so strict! So he felt like he didn’t have enough time to do things he wanted.

Luca, was the name of this enemy, and it couldn’t fly but it was very speedy (perhaps it was a lot faster than the boar he brought with him. It also said it can avoid attacks because of its speed and it had twice the amount of agility and it increases as the battle goes on.

Sounds like a pet to him!

Oh, he was definitely going to use his mind control spell to convert it to his cause of purifying all the springs in the game. He had about three more left from what he could recall so if he got Luca he could probably breeze through the game. So, he commenced the fight by pressing ‘Battle’.

As expected the enemy got the first turn and hit him but thankfully it missed. He geared for his turn but was shocked when the enemy got another turn, then another, and another, and another, and another- all of them hit, decreasing his health by 23, leaving him at 38 health. He gasped and quickly went to his inventory to use some healing. He had one sticky glue to slow his enemy, two pink jellies for 10 hp, and one dual jelly for 80 hp/mp.

“Fuck.” He cursed, thinking about using the dual jelly. He still had the rest of the area to explore and he didn’t want to have to go back home and waste hours trying to gather more boss jellies and having to synthesize them to get another dual jelly. That would take 11 hours in total, if he calculated that right. 3 to zoom home, 5 to go out and fight, and 3 to synthesize.

He let his head fall back to the bed and sobbed silently. Why was this game so stressful? He contemplated giving up for a second and moving onto the next game, which everyone said was better in terms of mechanics and gameplay. But he didn’t want to give up! He was H.M. Murdoch. And H.M. Murdoch didn’t give up.

So he pressed the dual jelly, restoring his health to 118. He could only hope- Oh no! Why didn’t he use the boar’s pet action to increase his agility THEN restore his health, he would have had the turn still!

So he went back to silently sulking against the sheets as he could hear the dinosaur-looking enemy have turn after turn, hitting him and knocking off his health. Then he heard the daunting sound of the text bubble come up telling him that the enemy was too strong and that he had to flee as he had been defeated. He clicked the screen, not looking up and heard his character portal.

Simultaneously as he picked his head up to reload his diary in the game, someone slid the door to the bedroom door open. It was B.A..

“Still playing that mobile game?” He asked dryly. His disdain for mobile games shining through the smallest of cracks in the world.

“Yeah.” He frowned, going through his log of saves to find his day 60 file.

“I don’t know what you see in mobile games, Murdoch. They’re all trash.”

Murdoch rolled his eyes.

“So you’ve said 100 times before, but I find this one actually interesting and fun to play. It reminds me of Atelier. This one in particular gives off Rorona vibes. Ugh, I love that game so much, you’ve no idea!”

He could hear B.A. sigh and go into the bathroom before closing and locking the door behind him. He didn’t really much attention after that because he spent the entire in-game day running back and forth in and out of the Pudding Cave to farm jellies from the bosses and the little enemies there so he could be stocked up for the next time he went to the Golem Cave and up to the Elysion Plains. So when a hand enveloped his bottom, he startled slightly and looked at the owner of the hand.

“B.A., what are you doing?” He asked, as B.A.’s hand squeezed his buttock firmly.

“I wanna play.”

Murdoch sighed and shook his head lightly but turned back to his phone.

“Why don’t you go play with Face?” He asked as B.A. tugged at the band of his sweatpants and underwear.

“Face is being mean.”

Kicked out to the doghouse, he wanted to say aloud but didn’t. Face was going through his usual signs of PHS, aka Pre-Heat Syndrome. A time where he was extremely grouchy and just wanted to be left alone to his own devices and sleep until he was slipping into his heat- which was why they were held up in this expensive hotel suite.

Instead Murdoch hummed and went back to playing his mobile game, where he managed to get back to Luca and start to battle him again. This time he had brought along with him the defender of the last spring he purified, LightingBell. She can raise his defense and lessen the damage he took by half. He prayed that he could withstand Luca’s attacks with it and defeat it.

Murdoch huffed at the numerous amounts of turns Luca got and at B.A. 's hands pulling down his sweatpants and underwear. But he was relieved when he saw the small numbers of damage. 1’s and 2’s. He took in a deep breath of air and exhaled. He was in the middle of his next turn when B.A. grabs his hips and pulls him down the bed, making him drop his phone and press ‘attack’.

“No!” He gasped as he saw Pieberry hit Luca with her staff. Before he could even open his mouth to protest B.A.’s actions, he felt B.A. spread his cheeks and dive right in between them and start to eat him out.

“Ah fuck, B.A.” He moaned and pressed up into his mouth, forgetting all about his phone.

B.A. smiled triumphantly against his skin, knowing that he had won the fight for his lover’s attention. A swell of joy bubbled in his chest when Murdoch’s hand flew back and grabbed his head to keep him in place.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck…” He let out a litany of curses as B.A.’s tongue penetrated past his hole and into him. “Yesyesyesyes, fuck yes..”

B.A. ate him out for a little while longer until his tongue and jaw ached.

Murdoch didn't even need to be told to turn around and suck him off because he was already on it, wrapping his lips and hand around B.A. and starting to stroke and suck him into his mouth.

On every bob of his head, he let his tongue curl and do light flicks on the underside of the phallus in his mouth. With his hands, he teased the bump at the base, toying with the beginning works of the knot and fondled and massaged his balls in his other hand. He knew he was doing the right things when B.A. was hunching over a little and grabbing onto his shoulder for support.

"God, your fucking mouth feels so good around me. Fuck. Keep it up. I'm gonna cum." That made Murdoch pull off of him and sat back. "Murdoch!"

"I thought you said you wanted to play, not leave me hanging." Murdoch crossed his arms over his chest.

B.A. whined as much as an alpha could before leaning down and capturing his lips. They could taste each other on each other's lips, making them moan and push harder against each other.

"I never said I was." He said as he caught his breath. "But I'm so hard! Fuck, Murdoch."

"Wanna fuck me?" He suggested.

"Yeah, of course! But do we have any lube?"

"We should." Murdoch said, getting off the bed and going through his duffel bag while B.A. started to go through the drawers of the room's dressers.

"Found some!" The alpha declared, holding it up with a big, bright smile.

"Cool." Murdoch said, neglecting to close his bag and hopping onto the bed, buzzing with eagerness. It was then that he could hear his phone. The game was still running. He picked it up and started playing again. He had only lost more or less 10 health and was sitting at 142 and it was his turn. He contemplated what he should do. This was his last turn of protection from LightingBell. Should he use the sticky glue he had to slow Luca down or reapply his buff. He could take a chance right? Or was it a jebait?

He pressed inventory and selected the sticky glue. He could risk it!

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease. Pluh-leaseeeeee." He prayed as Luca started with his turns. He counted: 1,2,3,4. Then it was his turn. "Yes!"

"Are you playing that game again?" B.A. sighed and parted his legs with his hands.

"Yeah. I'm so close to getting this monstie."

B.A. rolled his eyes and parted Murdoch's cheeks and poured a dollop of lube between his cheeks and started to tease and massage his fingers over the sensitive ring of muscle.

By the time B.A. was inserting one of his fingers in, he was half through his fight. He was getting low in mp but not in health. He could survive! He clicked his mind control pattern spells with the combined half-mp cost and spammed it with each turn. He saw the numbers in damage grow. 34. 98. 156! Luca was almost dead now. He had 150 health left.

He gritted his teeth to stifle a groan that built in his throat when B.A. added another finger alongside the one that was already in his ass and started to thrust them in and out of him and scissor them, stretching him out.

Mind Control Pattern +3.

Not enough mana!

He quickly went into his inventory and pressed the dual jelly to replenish his health and mana by 80. After that it became too hard to focus because B.A. was added another finger and another and Luca’s turns went back to his usual six, demolishing his health.

He accepted the inevitable and turned off his phone, just in time for him to feel B.A. crawl over him and line up with his asshole.

“Goddammit, B.A. I was so close.” He pouted.

“Well, you’ll have better luck next time. Maybe you should increase your defense a bit more before fighting things that are 8 times your health.”

Murdoch’s head snapped up to look at B.A. over his shoulder.

“What-”

“Even I can see you’re underleveled and ill equipped to fight tough enemies. Remember, hardcore raider and gamer here.”

Murdoch sighed and fell back to the bed and adjusted himself to open his knees wide and push back against B.A. as he started to apply more pressure and pop into him.

“That’s it.” B.A. said softly and canted his hips forward shallowly.

He hissed as his insides burned from the stretch of B.A.’s cock in him.

“God, you’re so big.” He moaned as B.A. backed off to allow him time to adjust.

“Is that a good thing or bad thing?”

“Good.” Knowing what B.A. meant by it. He was prepared enough to take him.

Once Murdoch adjusted to him, B.A. let himself let loose. He fucked into Murdoch with everything he had and more.

"Fuck yes!" Murdoch hissed as he thrusted inside him. "So close. Almost there."

Murdoch squirmed a bit underneath him before letting out a loud, high moan.

"Oh my good, your cock is one of the greatest wonders in this world, B.A.. Never let us tell you it ain't." Murdoch mumbled incoherently. He didn't know what to say to the alpha but he wanted him to know he was doing a good job.

B.A. visibly preened at the comment and his dick grew harder than it had been before.

"I love you, Murdoch." B.A. said, laying himself over the beta's back. "Always know the right things to say at the right time." Even if it did drive him crazy sometimes.

"I love you too. Fuck I'm gonna cum."

"Me too."

"Together?" Murdoch asked, hoping the alpha was as close as him.

"Yeah."

So they worked together, grinding and pushing against each other until they were orgasming.

Chapter Text

For the A-Team, moments like this were rare. Usually, it was the four of them together: B.A., Hannibal, Murdoch, and Face. Sometimes it was three: B.A., Hannibal, and Face, whilst Murdoch was at the V.A. And other times, they were solo. Doing their own things. Which made things like this rare: where it was just B.A. or Hannibal.

Face was out gathering intel on their next client- scooping them out to make sure they weren't with the military police. A standard operation. Something that came after the initial inquiry for their services, but before they met Mr. Lee and then the team. While he did that, Hannibal and B.A. worked together to tie up any loose ends from their last jobs, which usually entailed them finding the van in an impound or securing the supplies and ammunition needed for the next job.

But now the day was done and the two were settling into their motel room bed.

"TV on or off?" Hannibal asked as he settled down next to B.A. who was already laying down in the bed.

"Off, I guess. Unless you want to watch something." B.A. mumbled in response.

So, off then. Hannibal picked up the remote off the bed and switched off the tv, leaving them in deem darkness since the only light in the room came from the curtains which lay near a streetlight. Then, he sank down under the covers and laid down.

Hannibal didn't even have to think about it, he just switched it off and sank down into the bed. But as the night wore on and on, he found that he couldn't sleep. Instead of being tired, he was restless. Very restless. So he decided to get comfortable. At first, he tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Then, he adjusted and readjusted his pillow. Those didn't work.

Hannibal slowly and carefully slid his way over to B.A.'s side of the bed, pressing himself up against the younger alpha's back.

"What are you doing, man?" B.A. asked, eyes still closed.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting comfortable." Hannibal replied cheekily.

Yeah, he was getting comfortable alright. B.A. could feel the very stiff and obvious boner against his cheeks as Hannibal sidled up to him.

"Well, settle down then. I'm trying to sleep." He muttered and settled once more. But going back to sleep proved rather difficult as Hannibal pressed into him more before bringing his free arm up and around B.A.'s waist.

"Hannibal." He warned.

"I know, I know. Calm down." Hannibal said and finally settled, leaning into B.A. and cuddling him tightly.

B.A. sighed and closed his eyes. All though it was sort of hot in this room, he could put up with this because if this was the only way for the alpha to get to sleep then he could withstand it. They had a really long day tomorrow so they needed to get some rest.

Hannibal sighed happily and followed B.A.'s lead and closed his eyes. But he couldn't exactly ignore the raging hard-on in his pants. And neither could B.A. at the looks of it.

B.A. tried his best not to squirm and wiggle his hips against his leader's erection. It was just there and obvious to the both of them. And it was undoubtedly turning him on.

"Hannibal," B.A. rose on his elbow and turned his head to look at his alpha. "Are we going to get any sleep tonight? Or are you going to play coy?"

“Coy? What ever do you mean?” Hannibal feigned innocence.

B.A. rolled his eyes, not in the mood for games, and quickly covered the other- covering him and pinning his hands above his head.

Hannibal groaned as their erections touched and B.A. slid them together.

"I'm guessing I'm not the only one who was playing coy." Hannibal smiled.

B.A. rolled his eyes again.

"I'm only like this because of you, man. Now, if you want to do this, let's do it."

"I'm not bottoming."

"Me neither." B.A. said and grinding their hips together nice and firmly. "But who said anything about that? There are other things we can do besides fucking."

True. There were more things to sex than just plain fucking as B.A. put it. They could blow each other, jerk each other off, etc.

"Okay, so what do you have in mind?"

B.A. contemplated for a moment what he wanted to do. Neither of them were bottoms but they were both very sensitive in the skin department. A bit ticklish too. But nothing really came to mind.

"How about we just go with the flow and see where it takes us?" B.A suggested.

"That's more than alright with me." Hannibal smirked.

B.A. leaned down and pressed a kiss against Hannibal's soft awaiting lips. They made out for a couple of minutes, just tasting each other. At the same time they grinded and slid their hard-ons against each other, eliciting loud and heady groans from their throats.

"Fuck~" Hannibal cursed on a rather aggressive grind from B.A.'s hips.

B.A. let his lips move across Hannibal's face, kissing the side of his mouth, his cheeks, and down his chin and underneath, then down his neck and up behind his ear before trailing a litany to the space where his neck met his shoulder. There, the scent of an aroused alpha was very prominent. It filled his nostrils and clouded his brain until all he could think about was Hannibal. Hannibal. Hannibal. Hannibal.

At some point, he'd loosened his grip on Hannibal's wrist and the alpha hands slipped out and slid down his body to rest on B.A. backside, firmly squeezing and groping the area. It was ‘a little something to hang onto’ as Face once said.

“More.” Hannibal said breathily.

B.A. applied more pressure until Hannibal was gasping for air. He let him breathe before pushing down their pants and pulling both of them out of the boxers. He wrapped his hand around both of their lengths and stroked them with a firm hand.

“Oh God, yes~”

Hannibal let the pleasure wreck through his body. No one does him better than his boys.

“I'm close, Hannibal.” B.A. said, picking up the pace.

“Me too. Keep going.” B.A. wasn't going to stop anyway. He was just as entangled in this as he was and he was going to finish the job.

When the pressure built up in his lower belly to the point where he was about to fall over the edge, he batted his hand away and took hold of himself. It only took a couple of strokes before he was shooting out white ropes all over his hand and abdomen. B.A. followed suit, combining his spunk with his.

“Can we go to bed now?” B.A. fell over to the side and closed his eyes. Sleep was ebbing at him.

Hannibal hummed and did the same. With the light off, sleep was hard to resist. So, they fall into a deep slumber, side-by-side.