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Krisis had just returned home from their mission. The door slammed shut, and they sank to the floor from exhaustion.
This mission was tougher than their last, their bodies battered and beaten from the battle. Wilson exhaled sharply, feeling like his head was going to burst with how much it pounded. He got hit in the head pretty hard by their enemy, and his head still hadn’t stopped spinning. He could only hope it wasn’t a concussion this time.
He looked over at the rest of his crew and felt a wave of relief, his gaze softening slightly as he took in the view of his teammates. At least they had all made it home in one piece.
“So… tough fight, huh,” said Vanta gruffly, his voice raspy from not drinking for so long. The strenuous exercise they just went through certainly didn’t help him sound any better.
“Yep…” murmured Zali, lying flat on the ground, hands and legs spread like a starfish, which looked rather hilarious with his long, grey harem pants. He really needed to take off his corset— his ribs were starting to hurt from the pressure.
“Yeah, no kidding…” Wilson replied hoarsely and crawled over to the living room, legs and arms giving up spontaneously as he collapsed onto the rug. The rest of Krisis followed shortly after, lying down next to him.
Wilson turned his body to face Zali, noticing the strain his corset was putting on him. “Hey, Zali, turn around. I’ll help you take off the corset,” he spoke softly.
“Woah.. Thanks, Wilson,” Zali replied, his French accent slipping out. “Sacré bleu… They really roughed us up back there.”
He obediently turned around as Wilson gestured for him to come closer. He then started to untie the string of the corset, his nimble fingers making quick work of the knots. He was the one who tied them in the first place, after all.
Zali breathed an audible sigh of relief as the pressure around his waist lessened. Wilson grabbed the untied corset and threw it away carelessly, suddenly realizing where it had landed.
“Oh shit.”
Wilson stood up in a rush to retrieve the corset from behind the couch. He climbed onto the couch and leaned over to try and grab it. As he reached for it, he felt warm, calloused fingers wrap around his waist. His head spun back in surprise as he realized the hands belonged to Vanta, who was busy staring at him with a small smirk on his lips.
“Woah woah woah buddy, what are you doing?” yelped Wilson, surprised at the touch. He couldn’t help but shiver at the strange yet familiar sensation, his hips bucking up subconsciously, leaning into Vanta’s hands.
“Just leave the corset be, Wilson,” said a voice on the other side of Wilson, a second pair of hands sliding up to his face, one cupping his cheek and the other hooking under his chin to tilt his head forwards. Zali scrutinized his face, his eyes flickering with an indecipherable emotion.
“You’re cute like this, you know?” Zali breathed out, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Wilson’s surprised expression, a coy smile gracing his thin lips. His grip on Wilson’s chin tightened slightly as he saw the dazed look in Wilson’s eyes, a strange, unfamiliar feeling crawling up his back.
Wilson shook his head in confusion, surprised at how discreetly Zali made his way around. The indigo-haired man could move in such an eerily silent way for someone in heels. Zali clicked his tongue at the view before him, his eyes shifting from Wilson to Vanta, who was now eyeing him with a curious gaze.
Their eyes locked, sharing a knowing look of silent agreement. Zali then stood up and made his way over to the space behind Wilson, and suddenly the latter was being pulled back onto the couch’s seat cushions. Except what he landed on wasn’t nearly the same softness as the cushions.
Hands circled his waist as Wilson found himself trapped in Vanta’s lap, who was now sitting on the couch under him. Zali sat down across from him, closing in on him until he appeared to be right in front of Wilson. Zali’s hand reached out, stroking Wilson’s cheek in a familiar motion, comforting his tired soul for a moment.
Wilson wasn’t sure what to expect anymore. This was all a new, unexplored part of his relationship with Krisis. Zali’s eyes lingered on him, clearly exhibiting some sort of want. Wilson’s focus kept shifting between the man facing him and the other man who was resting his head on his shoulder, though before he could get too overwhelmed, his gaze snapped back in front of him, widening as he noticed just how close Zali was. Their lips were just a breath away, and every nerve in Wilson’s body was screaming at him to lean in and close the distance.
Just as he was about to succumb to the urge, he was stopped by the feeling of lips pressing against his. Despite their softness, the kiss held some form of roughness to it, one that Wilson was willing to get used to.
The hand on his cheek trailed down to his chest, patting him lightly before he felt a pinch at his nipple. The sudden attack made him back away from the kiss in a surprised manner, only to be immediately met with a different pair of lips grazing his neck.
“Guys, hold on—” Wilson was interrupted as a cold peck was pressed to his neck, sending shivers down his entire body.
“Calm down Wilson, we’re not going to hurt you.” Vanta’s efforts to reassure Wilson were rendered futile as the man tried to wiggle himself out of their hold on him. Feeling Vanta’s grip on his waist tighten slightly, Wilson ceased his struggle, huffing softly under his breath and dramatically turning his head away from Vanta’s. The corners of his mouth curled down into a pout, and he relished the small “escape” from the onslaught of affection.
Wilson’s mouth fell agape as he felt a dull stinging sensation on his conveniently exposed neck. His head whipped around to glare at Vanta, who’d just bitten him, only to be met with the softest, stupidest-looking pair of puppy dog eyes he’s ever seen Vanta make. It took everything in him not to giggle at the look Vanta was giving him.
Before Wilson could get too focused on Vanta, Zali’s hands were on his cheeks again, pulling him in for another rougher kiss. For once, he didn’t resist as Zali deepened it, shivering as the medic hero peeled off his suit and the cold air hit his skin. Wilson unconsciously whined when Zali pulled away from the kiss to help Vanta undress.
“Be patient.” Zali shushed Wilson, “You’ll get your turn.”
Wilson felt heat pour down from his face, traversing through the course of his veins and entrapping itself where he felt most vulnerable. For a reason unbeknownst to Wilson, he immediately shut up when Zali used that tone with him. What certainly wasn’t helping was his exposed state at that moment; he felt like he was being watched at every second, guarded by Vanta’s grasp and Zali’s observant stare.
The hands embracing him from the back suddenly let go of him, and instead, he was pulled forward by Zali. The grip on his shoulder then was much gentler, but that was what unnerved him about it. He was never truly sure when it came to Zali’s genuine intent, the seemingly lightest touch could turn to the strongest force in mere seconds.
Wilson was dumbfounded as Zali’s fingers played with his hair. The medic’s smile was sickeningly sweet, but suspicious, as if he was trying to distract Wilson from something. His suspicions were soon confirmed, as Vanta moved closer and grabbed Wilson firmly by the sides.
Vanta’s hips were pressed against Wilson’s ass, sending electricity all across his body. Wilson couldn’t help but let out a small gasp at the contact, his mind filling with some of the most heinous ideas he’s ever had.
With a small tug forward, his mouth came to dance with Zali’s again. Wilson thought he might lose his head with how much it was spinning, being handled back and forth by Zali and Vanta, touched in new places that could’ve sent him into overload, and overall, he was still dealing with the exhaustion from their mission. He’d forgotten all that had happened already, if he even tried to recall the mission right now, his teammates would probably end up naked in his memory too.
Zali abruptly paused their kiss, his hands closing in on Wilson’s mouth. He forced it to open more with his thumbs, it almost looked like Zali was about to do a medical check-up on him. Zali’s eyes scanned over the interior of Wilson’s oral cavity before deciding to put a finger down on Wilson’s tongue.
“Good boy… don’t resist too much, okay?” Zali asked with the same coy smile from earlier, his eyes shrinking to slits as his gaze filled with an indescribable desire to possess. The finger left Wilson gagging from the foreign intrusion, small pricks of tears starting to form at his eyes as Zali explored the inside with the precision of a true medic, leaving him breathless as his own drool started to pool at the bottom of his mouth. And yet Wilson didn’t swallow, letting Zali explore his mouth with ease.
Zali chuckled softly, before adding another finger, this time pressing down harder on Wilson’s tongue. The blonde let out a small whine, a warm sensation spreading through his body from the way Zali gazed at him like a predator eyeing its prey.
“Don’t just pay attention to him, princess,” said a voice from behind Wilson, forcing him to snap his head back, only to be faced with Vanta’s broad chest and pectoral muscles.
“Woah…” Wilson let out a small sigh, his voice breathless as his turquoise eyes darted up from Vanta’s chest to his face and back.
“My eyes are up here, Wilson,” chuckled Vanta, a small smirk gracing his lips as he stared down at Wilson, enjoying the wide-eyed expression the blonde wore, realizing he was caught peeking. He didn’t even realize he didn’t have his goggles on anymore, so everyone knew where his eyes were looking.
Wilson sputtered on the spot, still unsure where to look as he felt a sudden tug at his waist once again, Vanta’s hands sliding down to squeeze his sides. The tyrant’s smirk widened as he observed Wilson’s body, admiring the slight tan lines forming at his nape from fighting in the sun all day.
“Mon chéri, don’t ignore me now,” Zali whispered in Wilson’s ear, catching him off guard. Wilson shuddered, flushing red and tensing up as he diverted his attention back to Zali. He felt like he was being passed around like a toy.
The tips of their noses collided due to their close proximity. Wilson was starting to get used to this, his eyes flicked down to Zali’s lips with desire, he wanted to be the one to kiss him first now. He leaned in, and the second he did, he felt Vanta’s crotch grind against his ass. He sucked in a sharp breath from the unexpected motion, yet he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him.
Vanta let out a harsh grunt as he bucked his hips upwards, one of his hands sliding up to wrap around Wilson’s chest, preventing him from escaping. He grumbled as he felt the heat pooling in his groin, which was straining against the flushed flesh of Wilson’s ass. The feeling was quick and unexpected, forcing a small groan of pleasure to erupt from both of them as Vanta started rutting his hips against the small of Wilson’s ass and thighs, like a dog in heat.
Wilson laid against Vanta’s chest, using him for support. His entire body felt like it was on fire, both from pleasure and the strain of the prior battle. His thighs tingled and ached, but he still leaned back, his body eager to meet Vanta’s irregular, crazed humping.
Zali observed all this with an almost perverse satisfaction, enjoying the sight unfolding before him. He approached the duo, his hand cupping Wilson’s cheek as he coerced Wilson to look back at him, quickly pulling the hero into a deep kiss, licking his bottom lip as if giving Wilson the illusion of control, before pushing his tongue in deeper.
Wilson didn’t even have time to process what was happening, the pleasure coming from both sides overwhelming his muddled mind. His eyes glazed over as he looked at nothing in particular, his mouth left hanging open.
As he was trying to make sense of it all, Zali got on his knees and straightened his back. Wilson’s face smushed into Zali’s shirt, but as he tried to look up, his head was pushed down into Zali’s lap.
The medic’s voice rang through. “Tell me, Wilson, can a former hitman handle a double ambush?”
Wilson couldn’t respond, his brain was being fried from two sides at once, and he couldn’t even begin to start handling the most annoying issue that had formed around his lower abdomen. He stared down at Zali’s pants, his mouth inches away from the visible tent in the fabric.
Wilson had a moment of realization as he reached out for Zali’s waistband, his fingers twitching with anticipation. Wilson’s brain was working overtime, his arms heavy and tired, slowly dropping back to his sides and missing the elastic. Zali bent down slightly to catch his arm, guiding it to his hip and letting Wilson’s fingers wrap around the waistband of his pants. Wilson, with a little bit of help, tugged down Zali’s pants.
“Good boy, Willy,” Zali purred in a low voice. Wilson took note of the sight before him, his stomach flipping from sudden nervousness that overtook him. He wasn’t all that experienced in this area, however, Zali’s commanding and alluring presence made it a lot harder for Wilson to control himself.
He moved closer to Zali’s groin, bracing himself for what was about to come next, when something wet touched him from behind. He panicked, whatever it was— it was trying to enter inside of him. He heard an amused chuckle coming from the same place.
“Relax Wilson, I’m just making sure that you won’t feel as sore later on,” Vanta reassured him, to which Wilson nodded with uncertainty, reconsidering today’s decisions. The doubt was short-lived, though, as his thoughts were interrupted by another finger pressing against his entrance.
Wilson whined in discomfort, squirming forward in an attempt to escape the feeling of Vanta’s cold fingers. His squirming landed him with his lips pressed against the head of Zali’s cock. An amused huff slipped from the medic’s lips as he peered down at Wilson.
“Careful, mon chéri. Go ahead, no need to be shy.”
Zali’s voice was like music to his ears, and for the first time since he started being manhandled, he had a clear, coherent thought. Zali was gorgeous. Gorgeous enough that Wilson would do literally anything for him. His eyes drifted up to meet Zali’s, taking a deep breath before he wrapped his lips around the tip.
It was a strange sensation in his mouth, but after some time, it became easier to take more of Zali in, eventually moving his head up and down in a steady motion. Zali’s breath became quicker and heavier as Wilson went on. He couldn’t help but pull on Wilson’s hair, the touch sending shockwaves down Wilson’s spine as he continued with the intent to please Zali.
“Ah ah ah, eyes on me, Willy,” Zali mumbled, gently grabbing hold of Wilson’s jaw as he guided him into a medium pace, all while keeping eye contact with him, an almost reverent expression gracing his fatigued features. The messy sight of Wilson trying to give head with little experience was both entertaining and deeply arousing.
Wilson just stared into Zali’s eyes, finding solace in those golden hues. He didn’t even notice the scarred hands encircling his waist once more, nor the prod of another finger at his backside. He let out a strangled sound, something between a grunt and a gag, his whole body jolting forward as Vanta’s finger entered him, only to get a second shock from Zali’s cock hitting the back of his throat, leaving him choking and sputtering for words— or rather, lack thereof.
“Good, Wilson, good..” Vanta spoke in between breaths, very obviously enjoying this from the tone of his voice and from the small kisses he pressed along the curve of Wilson’s spine. One of his hands held onto Wilson, the other freely roaming the hero’s body, tugging and rubbing his nipples. Wilson thought he might burst from the amount of stimuli he was feeling, all at once. The pleasure was indescribable, but a part of him couldn’t help but compare this to torture. A sort of torture he’d enjoy every once in a while.
He clenched his ass when that feeling gathered at the very bottom of his core, grunting as Vanta’s fingers suddenly felt much more filling. His tongue swirled around the length of Zali’s cock, quickening as Zali pulled his hair harder.
Zali gently carded his fingers through Wilson’s hair, pushing his shoulders down as Zali leaned over him to give Vanta a sloppy kiss too. His body shifted closer in the process, catching Wilson off guard and making him gag again as the cock in his mouth reached deeper than it should.
Zali returned to his position not long after, and his palm returned into the mess of Wilson’s hair, brushing through his locks affectionately as a form of praise for holding up. Another muffled whine escaped Wilson in fake annoyance from being handled so mercilessly, but all three of them knew very well that each struggle excited Wilson more.
Vanta kept exploring Wilson’s body until his hand ended up in between his thighs. Wilson shook and arched his back further, leaning into the touch as Vanta probed his sensitive parts, stroking him intensively. The tyrant’s fingers were fast and experienced, Wilson sighed loudly as he craved a sweet release, trembling under the overpowering contact.
“Shit, princess, you’re tight…” came a whisper directly next to Wilson’s ear, one that almost had him gasping and slobbering from the sheer indecency of it all. He wanted to protest, but was left no chance as Zali pulled his hair back once more, his half-lidded eyes observing the tear and sweat-stained face that was still desperately latched onto his dick.
Zali tilted his head, reaching his other hand over to wipe a few stray tears from Wilson’s eyes, letting him catch his breath for a minute before he pushed him back down onto his cock. “Yes, Willy, just like that, good…”
Wilson groaned in pleasure, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure straight to Zali’s groin. The blonde couldn’t help but lean in, suck here, lick there, all so he’d hear Zali’s praise once more. If he was any more sane, he’d be cursing himself out for folding from a few nice words, but at this moment, he was anything but sane, and he couldn’t care less how pathetic he looked. He trusted his team to handle all of his messy parts anyway.
In the meantime, Vanta was working hard stretching Wilson’s ass, adding in a third and even a fourth finger, pumping in and out in slow, scissoring motions to prepare Wilson for what was to come, leaning in to bite down on the soft flesh of Wilson’s lower back and rear. If Wilson could speak, he’d probably call him a tyrant or a dog. Honestly, he wouldn’t be too far from the truth.
Without warning, Vanta pulled his fingers out, the action creating an obscene ‘pop’ sound as he grabbed Wilson’s ass. Wilson whimpered at the feeling of being empty, almost wanting to beg Vanta to put his fingers back in.
“Brace yourself...” he huffed out, not giving Wilson a chance to turn around and question why before his calloused hand wrapped itself around his waist, the other grabbing his own cock and giving it a few pumps, before lining up the tip with Wilson’s hole and pushing the head in with one quick thrust. Vanta grunted at the tightness that enveloped his dick, his eyes glazing over from the pleasure as he straightened his back to get a better look at the mess that Wilson was beneath him.
The force of the thrust surprised Wilson, his body lunging forward on instinct as if trying to escape from an enemy, only to accidentally let his mouth and throat be speared on Zali’s cock. He shed a few tears as he felt the strong smell enter his nostrils, his nose buried in the sparse indigo pubes on Zali’s groin, compelling the medic to purr in pleasure.
“Shit… no teeth, mon amour, no teeth,” chided Zali, feeling as Wilson instinctively tried to bite down on his shaft from the shock. He reached his hand down to stroke and massage Wilson’s throat, slowly coercing the blonde into further submission. “You were doing so good, surely you’d like to keep it that way, no?”
It took a while for Wilson to register what Zali said, but just as he did, he gave a shaky nod and a hum as confirmation. Of course he’d be good, anything for Zali.
“Good, so relax your throat, mon chéri. You wouldn’t want to hurt me, right?”
Wilson nodded again, letting his tongue lick up and down Zali’s shaft, where he bit him, in show of a silent apology. Zali couldn’t help but grin, enjoying the way Wilson was completely hooked on him at the moment. The power and control he held over Wilson felt simply divine, making him let out an unconscious moan as Wilson tried his best to make up for his mistake.
He was just so adorably foolish when it came to his teammates, and Zali liked that, liked that he could do whatever he wanted to Wilson and the blonde still wouldn’t complain, like a domesticated puppy. Give it a few treats and it’ll entrust its whole life to its new owner. And Zali liked the idea of owning things.
Meanwhile, Vanta was struggling to let Wilson adjust to his size, debating whether he should just thrust in all the way or go inch by inch, but he figured Wilson still needed to be able to use his legs. He cautiously slid another inch in, feeling the unyielding flesh tighten back up as it sensed his movements. He leaned his body down, pressing his chest up against Wilson, before biting down on the blonde’s nape, almost drawing blood.
He used this opportunity to sheathe himself further into Wilson’s ass, before letting go of Wilson’s neck to mutter into his ear. “Careful princess, at this rate you’re gonna chop my dick off.”
Wilson let out an unrestrained whine at the comment as Vanta carefully slid deeper into him. The tyrant decided that to make Wilson more comfortable, he’d distract him by continuing to caress him in sensitive places. Wilson shook as Vanta’s palms played with his chest again, unintentionally making this a new norm for him if this were to ever repeat. Would that be a good idea?
The question flew out of Wilson’s brain as another inch entered his body. He stopped for a moment before being able to continue working on making Zali orgasm, almost whimpering at the fullness. He felt unsure if he’d truly be able to take all of Vanta, and yet there he was, arching as Vanta’s thigh almost fully pressed against his with how close their hips were.
Eventually, his ass touched Vanta's pelvis as he felt slow, rocking movements going in and out of him. He exhaled heavily as he was pushed forward, swaying towards Zali and back. Now feeling more motivated, he decided to up his tempo in the front. Zali leaned his whole body in closer, pleased sounds escaping him as he a strong tingling sensation formed down below. He wanted to make sure he wasn’t to finish too early, deciding that he should slow Wilson down so he and Vanta could get to his level of enjoyment as well; however, that was in itself a hard task when he couldn’t help but chase after the intense pleasure. He pushed Wilson’s head back, grieving for a second when the constant electric feeling lessened in strength.
“Rest for a minute, mon chéri. I’ll tell you when to start again, is that clear?”
Wilson nodded and immediately sighed as Vanta thrust into him again. Both of Vanta’s hands were on Wilson’s thighs, almost pulling him into the air as he quickened his pace. Each push was sending Wilson further over the edge, making him too overwhelmed to even focus on his surroundings anymore. All he could muster up in his state were more sounds of enjoyment, perhaps a little bit of pain, but nothing that he didn’t approve of.
At some point, Vanta took Wilson’s hand without notice and pressed it to his lips, not long before gently inserting it into his mouth. Wilson only registered this after this tender touch started pulling at his skin, fingers being deeply sucked on and bit into. Wilson stifled a cry when he felt Vanta’s warm tongue trace over his knuckles, his knees almost buckling under him when he imagined it happening somewhere far lower.
Witnessing the slight shift in Vanta’s eagerness and Wilson’s composure, Zali bent down, a smug smirk brushing over Wilson’s ear. “Will you be a good boy and finish your task, mon chéri? Will you let me use you one more time?”
Each word coming out of Zali’s mouth felt like ice at the tip of Wilson’s ear, freezing him from the side, yet he felt flushed hot everywhere else. His veins burned like acid at the implication, threatening to burst from enthusiasm or suspense. It was as if a spike shot through him, urging him to respond to Zali’s request.
“Yes, Zali, please!” Any shame left from his pathetic acts was rendered meaningless as it was replaced by Zali’s self, digging deep into his throat again. His saliva glazed Zali’s cock, mixing with Zali’s own fluids, which would gradually overflow inside Wilson’s mouth. Tender hands returned to his forehead to sweep any excess hair out of Wilson’s face.
Vanta removed Wilson’s fingers from his mouth as he pestered the rest of his arm with rough kisses, nibbling on his shoulder again when he reached it. He moved Wilson’s wet digits down to his clit, helping him rub himself wherever it made Wilson squirm most.
All the unrestrained noises they were making, bodies sliding against each other in a sort of insane rhythm eventually reached a point of overload, leaving all of them gasping and trembling. The previously untasted substance shot inside of Wilson’s mouth, surprising him, and despite him attempting to swallow it, he managed to choke on it in the process. He felt the same liquid flow down his thighs, making him quiver as he tried to catch his breath, slowly bringing him back to reality.
His eyes widened as it finally all hit him, he wiggled himself out of Vanta’s hug and leapt up from the couch, eyes darting back and forth between Vanta and Zali, just like earlier. His mind was running laps as he couldn’t figure out what his reaction should’ve been at that moment. He just had sex with two of his closest friends, and he liked it. It’s not that he’s never thought about it before, that wasn’t the case at all, but the idea of it actually happening was something he’d deemed impossible way back when they had just started doing their hero thing.
So now, he wasn’t able to think clearly in the slightest. His hand shot up to his mouth as it hung open, cheeks burning, now more with embarrassment than desire. He couldn’t say a word, making the other two concerned.
“Wilson, are you okay?” Zali inquired after a moment, seeming ready to jump up from his seat if Wilson were to indicate the slightest bit of not being okay.
“Willy?” Vanta’s stupidly shiny puppy eyes watched Wilson with such worry, the latter was so incredibly sick of the endless care emanating from them both.
“No, I’m not okay! I don’t know what just happened!!” Wilson shouted out of utter confusion at how casual the other two seemed, completely unphased at the fact they all just fucked on their living room sofa.
“We fucked Wilson, what are you confused about-” Vanta was stopped abruptly.
“Exactly!! We. Just. Fucked. Guys, do you not understand what we just-” Finally, Zali stood up and grabbed Wilson’s arm, basically throwing him back on the couch, which successfully shut Wilson up. Now, Wilson felt surrounded again.
“Wilson, are you upset about what happened with us since you went to pick up the corset?” Zali questioned with a serious expression, not leaving any room for Wilson to bullshit around.
“No.” The former hitman replied simply as he was still kind of figuring out his feelings along with the questions.
“Do you wish this exchange happened differently, or not at all?”
“I… don’t know.”
“Do you wish to never see or speak to me or Vanta ever again-”
“No, what!?” Wilson sighed and put his hands together, leaning his forehead against them in defeat. “Zali, I wouldn’t do that to you guys even if I wanted to.”
“Okay.”
A moment of silence followed before Vanta took it upon himself to keep on asking questions. “Did you like what happened since we came back from the mission? You can be honest.”
Wilson leaned back into the couch, suddenly being reminded they were all still butt-naked, covered in cum and sweat, in Zali’s case, also his blue, now quite messed up shirt. Wilson’s eyes sealed shut from another case of whiplash, staining his face red.
“Y-yeah.” The stutter in his voice was inevitable as he felt like he basically just confessed his feelings for the two. Vanta also flushed at the answer, and Zali averted his gaze to the ground.
“Us too,” Vanta replied softly, unable to properly look at Wilson. The man looked like he was kicking himself on the inside to say something more, his brow twitching in frustration.
Suddenly, Wilson’s palm was pressed close to Vanta’s, fingers intertwining as they rested on Vanta’s exposed thigh. Before he knew it, his other hand was also tied together with Zali’s, now they were all connected.
“Listen, I think it’s pretty clear right now that both Zali and I like you… like, more than platonically. It’s kinda crazy that this is the way you find out, but there’s not really something we can do about that now. And, it’s completely your decision what you’ll do with that information.”
Despite Vanta trying to explain himself as seriously and calmly as possible, it was more than evident that the slight tremble as he spoke wasn’t from the draft, or his exhaustion, although maybe those things added to it.
“And, we like each other that way, too. I don’t know if you’re familiar with these feelings and the relationship we want with you. If anything we did you didn’t like… we can apologize. Just know that we’re not joking around.”
Wilson felt a tight squeeze at his palm. Zali could hide his nervousness very well, if Wilson didn’t know how to pick up on the smallest signs he wouldn’t realize just how tense Zali was at the moment.
“No, no that’s not it, it’s just that- ugh!” Wilson grunted, struggling to make sense of it all in his mind. He’s always been close with his teammates, sure, but this was a line he never knew they would cross one day. He couldn’t say he didn’t want it, no, not when he couldn’t even fully tell their jokes apart from reality anymore. Anytime they flirted jokingly, he always had this strange pit at the bottom of his stomach, like he might’ve wanted it all to be real for a moment, to not be a joke they’ll shrug off and forget like nothing happened.
Wilson thought he was alone in this, in feeling like he wanted more from their relationship, like he wanted their dynamic to be serious for a change. Now his perspective changed as he observed the two men, staring at him with wide, puppy dog eyes as they confessed their feelings. Maybe he wasn’t the only one feeling this way after all. Maybe, just maybe this was the last push they needed for their relationship to finally move forward.
Wilson’s conflicted feelings were all crashing against him in waves, leaving him unsure what to say, but one thing was for certain— their relationship wouldn’t be the same after this. And maybe a small part of him wanted that.
“W-well.. It’s just, you know. A lot to take in after being speared open from both sides.” Wilson coughed into his hand, feeling a slight blush dusting his cheeks at the rather fresh memory, the taste of Zali’s semen still fresh on his lips.
“Of course, sorry for being so forward, Willy. I’m sure you must be exhausted, it’s not right for us to lay it all down on you like this… You must be thirsty, no?” muttered Zali, quickly motioning for the dumbfounded hound beside him to go and grab Wilson a glass of water.
“I- I guess it’s fine, I mean. I like you guys, obviously, it was just… I don't know, I don't want it to just be a spur of the moment type of thing.” Wilson murmured, giving Vanta a nod as he took the glass of water from his hands and took a small sip, before chugging it all down in one fell swoop. He didn’t even notice how thirsty the whole ordeal left him.
“We just wanted you to feel good.” Vanta chipped in, still wearing the same worried expression, like a hurt puppy. Wilson felt the urge to facepalm at him, annoyed how Vanta could turn the goofiest lines into something smooth, his husky voice tickling his ears.
“I know… ugh, can we shower and get dressed first, I can’t take either of you seriously when you look and smell of s-sex!” Wilson leaned back, sinking into the soft couch before jumping right back to his feet, realizing he was also still in his birthday suit, his ass leaking Vanta’s cum.
He wanted to yell or cry at the sensation, but couldn’t as his legs gave out from under him, sending him tumbling straight into the arms of his worried companions. For a moment, all was silent— not even Wilson expected to fall like that. But that same silence was quickly interrupted by Zali, who stared at Wilson with wide eyes.
“Mon amo- Wilson, are you okay?” he asked, his voice sickeningly smooth, and yet Wilson could make out the faint worry laced in his tone.
“No, my butt hurts dude! Ugh, and I feel all sticky and weird…” Wilson yelled, louder than he wanted to, but he knew he couldn’t exactly stop himself now. The rush of emotions and unresolved feelings was simply too much, and he needed a moment to take it all in.
Thankfully, they wouldn’t be a team if his teammates didn’t understand their h̶i̶t̶m̶a̶n̶’s hero’s needs. Zali took one quick glance at Wilson to understand that whatever feelings they had going on should probably be resolved when they’re not all sweaty, overstimulated, and out of breath. He silently motioned for Vanta to come over and pick Wilson up.
The walk to the bathroom was oddly quiet, with Wilson stuck deep in thought, trying to get his own feelings in order. But Zali and Vanta didn’t mind, helping him draw and settle into the bath, being particularly careful with handling his sore bottom.
Despite Wilson being unsure if he wanted to see the two of them at the moment, he didn’t object to anything, even when Vanta started shampooing his hair, the rough hands bringing him that familiar sense of comfort and care he desperately craved at the moment. Zali, on the other hand, got to work on Wilson’s body, settling down behind the tub to massage Wilson’s back, rubbing gentle yet firm circles, working his way around the knots and tension in Wilson’s muscles, his hands slowly making their way down south.
Wilson couldn’t deny— the man was a medic through and through, baffling both him and Vanta with how well he worked with his hands. It was a sort of silent agreement amongst the trio, that Zali would give his teammates comprehensive massages. In their line of work, staying in tip-top shape on a nearly daily basis was a necessity, and Zali made sure his hero and tyrant were at their best, both physically and mentally.
Then there were those goddamned hands. Zali’s insufferably soft hands, so soft and unblemished they had Wilson wondering if he had a secret side hustle as a hand model. If there was one thing that could make Wilson swoon, it’d be having those hands running all over his body, snaking their way around every nook and cranny.
‘Get your act together, Wilson, you– you can’t get turned on by hands!’ the blonde thought, shaking his head from side to side, startling Vanta, who stopped humming a somewhat familiar tune he’d heard him sing during their karaoke nights.
“Everything alright, Wilson?” Vanta murmured in his ear, that deep rumble resonating within Wilson’s very core like a long forgotten lullaby— filling him with comfort and nostalgia of times past.
“Y-yeah, just thinking about… stuff,” Wilson replied, unsure if the redness of his skin was due to the warm, bubbling water or something he didn’t entirely know how to name without putting a label on a relationship he was scared to lose.
“Alright then, just let us know if anything’s wrong, we’re here for you, buddy.” Vanta chuckled, scratching Wilson’s hair firmly, before going back to stroking his scalp, working the conditioner in, trying not to accidentally rip Wilson’s hair out.
In contrast to Zali’s soft hands, Vanta’s were harsh and rough, indicating the years of training and battles they’ve had to go through, like a picture book of all their past fights and victories. If someone asked Wilson to name where Vanta got each and every scar from, he would probably be able to name the origins better than even Vanta himself could.
And yet Wilson couldn’t help but appreciate them both in their own little way. Vanta and Zali were both so fundamentally different, like day and night. They both gave him such different feelings, and yet Wilson loved them both. He could never imagine his life without either of them, for there wouldn’t come a day without night, and the moon wouldn’t rise without the sun. Choosing one would be a crime.
“Tell me if it’s too hot, Wilson,” sounded a voice from behind Wilson, tearing him from his thoughts. He didn’t even realize they moved to the living room again, his body now wrapped in a towel, leisurely sitting on the couch. Vanta sat behind him, tugging on his wet hair with a hairdryer in hand.
Wilson glanced around, looking for Zali, only to find him at his feet, his golden eyes gleaming with mirth as he massaged Wilson’s thighs and legs, his back perfectly straightened as if he were a professional masseur.
Once Zali noticed Wilson was staring at him, he smiled, a soft, toothy grin, his eyes crinkling at the sides. He leaned his body forward, resting his chin on Wilson’s knees, silently observing the pondering blonde, as if he was asking what was on his mind.
Wilson gulped.
“Guys, what are we?”
“Gay, Wilson, we are gay.” The room fell silent for a second as Vanta deadpanned, not long before the man couldn’t hold it in anymore and started cackling hysterically at his own joke. Zali couldn’t help but let out a laugh as well when Wilson’s face morphed into a disappointed scowl. Vanta’s blinding joy almost made him hit Wilson’s head with the hairdryer, to which Wilson responded promptly by holding Vanta’s wrist in place.
“Vanta, be more careful!! And shut up!!!” Wilson yelled in slight distress, however feeling undeniably comforted by how familiar this felt. Vanta’s stupid joke, their bickering, and Zali amusedly watching them… Wilson felt at peace again.
“Am I lying, though?? Or do you take me sticking fingers up your ass as a homie prostate health check-up?” Zali’s eyebrow quirked up at Vanta’s words as he couldn’t help but compare the act to be of medical malpractice level. Sure, it wasn’t necessarily hurtful, but their way of doing it was far too careless and inexperienced. Wilson’s brain did a mental flip as it registered what Vanta was talking about and Zali’s unnecessarily serious reaction and cracked up too, failing at his attempt to sound angry.
“Vanta I am actually just going to kill you when I get the chance!! Now focus on drying my hair!!!” Wilson knew full well his broken-up, breathy, and laughter-filled dialogue was completely benign, however, when he felt Vanta’s hands soften their grip on him, he melted into his touch, the room’s chaotic banter coming to a halt.
In truth, Wilson felt a bit ridiculous when explicitly comparing their actions from earlier to how they were now, insecure about how indecisive he might sound if someone were to ask him to properly explain where his feelings stood. However, he could never feel judged with Krisis around. He felt reassured, maybe a bit overwhelmed with how patient and accepting the other two were.
“What we are is completely up to you, Wilson. Vanta and I both know where our feelings stand, but we won’t push you into anything you don’t feel comfortable with. Of course, we’d appreciate it if you told us how you feel before anything happens.” Zali’s eyes met Wilson’s with their typical, enormous amount of love for him, and the man who was sitting behind him. Wilson recalled the same look being thrown in his direction just moments before Zali kissed him first, tinting his cheeks red as he couldn’t block a slightly impulsive thought from entering his mind when he recalled the event.
“Yeah, it took me a while to figure it out myself, so don’t feel like you need to rush or anything, Willy.” Despite the nickname, Vanta was being completely serious. He lightly squeezed Wilson’s shoulder with his free hand as an act of support, turning off the hairdryer and putting it aside to do the same thing on the other side. After a minute, Wilson reached out and placed his own hand on top of Vanta’s and exhaled deeply, releasing some built-up tension.
“Thank you for being patient with me, guys. Actually…” Wilson carefully stood up from the space between Vanta’s legs. He took Zali’s hand and helped him get up as well, motioning for him to sit down next to Vanta.
Then, Wilson turned to Vanta, eyes narrowing as his expression turned into a subtler mix of embarrassment, curiosity, and a tiny amount of insecurity. “Zali said you both know what you feel towards me, does that mean you want the same he does?”
Vanta straightened his back and inched closer to Wilson, unsure of what came over the blonde to ask this question. He wasted no time replying with a “yeah”, noticing how Wilson’s fingers reached out to him before immediately retracting. Vanta decided to grab his hand anyway, which seemed to light up a spark in Wilson’s eyes. Vanta took the chance to question his behavior. “Wilson, why are you asking me this?”
Wilson pulled Vanta’s wrist closer to him as their focus closed in on each other. Zali watched their interaction, confused, but also kind of entertained.
“Does that mean you want to kiss me too?” Wilson’s attempt to sound stern was betrayed as he stuttered at the word ‘kiss’. He couldn’t even really believe he was asking that out loud himself.
The question stumped both Vanta and Zali, the tyrant felt the air around him turn slightly hotter as he was put on the spot. He panicked, his words coming out too fast and poorly articulated. “Uh— I-I mean, out of all three of us, it’s us two that haven’t kissed yet. I’m a bit curious, I guess? I kinda, I mean, like— I don’t know what else to say here...”
Wilson bent his knees to line his head up with Vanta’s, feeling slightly bolder at the sight of Vanta malfunctioning after the inquiry. His palm cupped the side of Vanta’s face, breaking him out of spiraling. They both gave each other a momentary stare before closing the distance in an open-mouthed, tight kiss.
The warm contact of their lips pressed together lasted for approximately two seconds before they quickly pulled away, red-faced and kind of in shock. Wilson stifled a squeak as he looked at Vanta, the wave of confidence he had a moment ago vanishing as he thought about digging himself a hole to hide in, but before he could run away and actually go for the shovel in their garage, Vanta smashed their faces together again. The yank almost sent Wilson off balance again, like he hadn't fallen enough during today’s mission alone, however the gentleness of the touch Wilson was sharing with Vanta enamoured him enough to forget all of it.
As they were getting more and more lost in the feeling, Zali couldn’t resist observing them. His heart did a small flip too when he saw how they intertwined, but when Vanta grabbed his arm and drew him closer to them, he thought it might leap out of his chest.
It took a while before the two heroes finally separated, immediately putting their foreheads against each other for it to last a bit longer. All of a sudden, Vanta pulled him forward, which resulted in him falling on the couch next to the guy. He gave Vanta a glare for his recklessness, not as forgiving for being manhandled this time. Vanta glanced back at him, still heavily flushed, but now his lips formed into a smug smile.
Then, Vanta abruptly pulled both heroes next to him into a side hug, squishing Zali into his side and turning his head to Wilson once more. “What do you wanna do now, Wilson?”
Though the question didn’t specify if “now” meant at that very moment or if it regarded the future of their relationship, Wilson chose the first option. “Sleep.”
“We probably should, huh.” Vanta confirmed when Zali let out a quiet yawn. They collectively stood up from the couch, but before they could go anywhere, Wilson grabbed the other two’s hands.
“By the way,” Wilson spoke whilst avoiding looking at the two men in front of him, “I wouldn’t mind…doing something like that again.”
Vanta’s smirk turned cat-like as he also averted his gaze, feeling a bit sheepish. On the other hand, Zali came closer to Wilson and picked him up casually, like a small animal. Wilson protested as the ground beneath him disappeared, yelping when a peck landed on his nose.
“Let’s get you to bed and talk about that in the morning, mon chéri.” Zali carried Wilson all the way to the bedroom, Vanta following closely behind. Wilson gave up on trying to wiggle himself out of the medic hero’s hands as they went up the stairs, already dozing off in the comfort of the familiar hold on him.
The last thing he remembered was being brought into Zali’s room, which had a big enough bed for the three of them, and being gently laid onto the bed as two different arms enveloped him with a kiss being pressed into his hair.