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“And now…We're even.”

There was no way to describe Marcus Cutter's smile that truly gave it justice. 

Shark. Salesman. Ken Doll.  

It wasn't that it was constantly cold. There was that sometimes. The smile that was Cutter's resting face. But, more often, one could tell he genuinely loved every second of his job. 

Much to everyone's dismay. 

Kepler adjusted his jaw. His eyes were staring in awe at his hand. It…it looked real. Even the skin tone was starting to slowly shift up his wrist to match the rest of his body. The only thing that gave it away was the seam where cauterized flesh met..whatever this was. 

He remembered the first time he understood what this face in front of him was. The first time he ‘Met’ Marcus Cutter. As if he hadn't been working under the man for years. He didn't know everything, as much as he pretended he did. He in fact, knew very little for how high in the food chain of Goddard Futuristics he was. 

“Even, Sir?” He couldn't hide the bewilderment from his tone. 

“Even Stevens. Blank slate. So now you get to prove to Doctor Pryce and myself that you belong here. Can you do that, Warren?” 

Kepler knew better than to speak up. He knew better than to bite the hand that feeds him. Yet he couldn't help the bitter cold venom that rushed up his spine as he flexed his new hand. 

“...Yes. Sir. Sirs.” He quickly corrected himself when Pryce tilted her hand and her eyes adjusted with an audible click. 

His eyes made friends with the floor again. He did what he thought was right. How was he supposed to make these calls when he didn't have the full authority or understanding? 

He heard the clicking of Jacobi on the stenograph. Another twist of the knife. That's what the point was, there was no attempt to hide that. Cutter had very little records for a reason. And this conversation was hardly important or valuable enough to actually merit a record. 

It was just to make him hear it. 

Cutter grabbed a manilla folder and looked over Kepler before pausing. He had a thought brewing in his twisted, manufactured skull. 

“...Miranda, Return the materials to your lab.” 

“...What. I thought The whole point here was-” 

“Miranda.” He looked up at her, his smile gone in a second. The smile she watched him practice in a mirror with every new body. Now replaced by the oncoming storm that was the man only she knew. 

And she knew better than to push when she saw Matthew in Marcus' eyes. 

She forced herself to nod But did nothing to hide her visible annoyance. 

“Fine. Anything else?”

Something very much meant to be a fake question. Yet Cutter looked up and hummed, 

“Actually, could you grab Doug for me? I just realized I left my Chai with Isabel.” 

Miranda scoffed at him. Cutter's eyes met hers again, almost daring her to argue. 

She didn't like extending things that didn't need it. She preferred to just cut the fat off of life and keep the meat. 

So, she rolled her eyes but nodded again 

“Of course, Marcus.” 

And with that, she was gone. 

And then there were 3. 

Marcus looked at the folder in his hand and moved to place it next to him again. They were on a busy schedule. 

But…there was time. 

“Daniel?” 

Jacobi looked at him, his eyes oh so hollow as he smiled. 

“Yes, Sir?” 

Cutter lifted a hand to crook his finger, “Come here.”

Jacobi nodded, walking over and standing next to the chair Marcus was lounging in. Oh the joys of the Sol. 

Kepler's eyes raised slowly, calculated. 

“...Is that all sir? I still haven't-” 

“No.” Cutter snipped, his voice low for him. Then, the smile was back as the tall man rose to his feet 

“Your brief is in that folder. You can review it after.”

Kepler looked into his eyes, something he could really only do in short bursts. 

Miranda may have had eyes that were technically more…concerning. But Cutter had his own brand of discomfort. 

Cutter turned his body towards Jacobi, nimble steps and a few clicks of expensive dress shoes and he was behind the other. 

“I wondered Why you didn't pick Victor when you first pitched this team. But…it would always be Daniel, wouldn't it?” 

Kepler didn't know where to look. He decided on zoning out on Jacobi's name patch, so at least he appeared to be engaged. 

“...He was the best for the job.” 

“He always is, isn't he? To you, at least” 

When Kepler's eyebrows flicked down, Cutter decided to continue 

“Even your more…covert assignments. You would bring the hot headed demo man.” He giggled, his body still behind Jacobi, but his head leaned in past his shoulder. A hand moved to grab Jacobi's jaw, using it to turn and examine the man's features. 

Kepler bristled, his eyes moving up to Jacobi's face in concern.  

“He has proven vital-” 

“You don't have to defend him.” Cutter cooed, his thumb sliding up to press against his scarred cheek

“I'm not going to hurt him. That's been your job thus far” He let go, moving instead to fold his hands on his shoulder and lean against the man. 

Daniel's expression was…amused. Curious if anything, looking at Cutter with big puppy eyes he'd hate himself for if he was at all there. 

Kepler bit the side of his cheek, “Then, what is this about?” 

Cutter paused, biomedical gears clicking in his mind. 

Then, he met Daniel's gaze. He leaned his cheek against his folded hands, like gal pals eager for gossip. 

“Have you been intimate with Warren, Daniel?”

Warren got to his feet, the most actual protest he's shown in a very long time, “Now Sir I-” 

“Yes sir.” 

Jacobi's answer echoed around the room for a moment. Cutter, being Cutter, allowed for dramatic pause. 

“Well, congratulations!” He lifted his head to drum against Jacobi's shoulder 

Kepler was, yet again, utterly lost

“Pardon?” 

“Pardon ..?” Cutter spun his finger to gesture him to continue 

Kepler huffed, speaking through his teeth now, “Pardon, sir?” 

Cutter nodded, satisfied with that. 

“It's not like Goddard has any real workplace relations regulations. I mean, there's a reason I made David of all people the director of HR” he giggled at his own joke 

“I, in fact, find it admirable. Love on the battlefield, sometimes that's what can turn a loss into a win.” 

Kepler took a breath, his patience has had about a year on this ship to thin. 

“...Sir, I fail to understand how this is relevant-” 

“Strip.” 

Not the first time he's heard Cutter say that. That did nothing to soften it's blow.

“You too, Daniel.” 

“Sir-!” 

“Yes?” Yet another Challenge. Yet another dare. One that Kepler was far too weak of a man to accept. 

Meanwhile, Jacobi was already at work. He had his vest on the ground by the time Kepler looked back at him. 

“Mr. Cutter I fail to understand how this is-” 

“Don't make me ask again.” Smile gone yet again. His voice was as icy as it was when Cutter told him he was sending Littlewood to the public firing squad. 

Jacobi was already shirtless, tossing it away and putting his scarred yet nimble hands on his belt. 

Kepler looked down and puffed a breath before he started unzipping his vest. 

Cutter didn't so much as undo his tie. He folded his hands on his lap as he sat back down in front of the two men. 

He leaned his cheek on his palm, watching as clothes hit the ground. Jacobi was obviously naked first, waiting with that same hollow smile. 

Kepler was working off his belt by then. 

Cutter hummed, “Daniel, why don't you help Warren?” 

“Yes Sir” 

“That's not-” Kepler attempted but Jacobi was already behind him. Jacobi's hands covered the others, then gently pulled them away to have access to his belt. 

Kepler's breath hitched as Jacobi placed his chin in the crook of his neck. His hands grabbed the belt and quickly pulled it off. 

Then, those hands unbuttoned his pants. Before pushing them down, he snaked his hand under the waistband on his briefs. 

Kepler's face was red, burning with conflicting feelings. It's not like this was a particularly new sight to either of the men. It was more the principle. 

Cutter was relaxed, leaning back in the chair and watching the scene before him like the next gripping soap opera. He met eyes with Daniel over Kepler's shoulder and shrugged 

“Surely you can have a bit more fun with this” 

Jacobi's smile turned into a smirk, deciding to let his actions speak for him. 

The hand below Kepler's waistband pulled down, fully revealing the two. 

He then turned his hand and began to nip at Kepler's neck. They always had a policy, nothing above halfway on the neck, so it could at least be covered by the collar from the uniform

On hand moved to graze over Kepler's stomach and up his chest, the touch was light, teasing the warmth that would come from it. The other hand moved to Kepler's waist, his hands biting into the soft freckled flesh. 

Kepler bit his lip to the point to could taste iron. He sucked In shaky breaths and his body twitched under the touch. 

It didn't take long for him to get riled up. Especially not with Jacobi at the wheel. He still had his memories. He still knew exactly where to touch, where to kiss, where to bite. 

Cutter watched for a minute or so, just enjoying the show. He then uncrossed his legs and tilted his head 

“Come here, Warren.” 

Kepler felt a jolt. Butterflies lining his stomach and getting stuck in his throat. 

Yet, as always, he obeyed. 

He left Jacobis touch and moved back to Cutter. 

Cutter's eyes examined his body like he was studying a contract. 

Kepler just knew by the look. They had a bit of a routine. He fell to his knees between Cutters. 

An amused little noise left the back of his throat. 

“Close. Hands and knees.” 

Kepler sucked on his already puffy bottom lip as he moved to his hands and knees. 

“Good. Now, Daniel.” His eyes flicked up “I'm sure you know how best to get Warren here ready for you.” 

Kepler choked on his own breath. Oh. So that was his plan. 

Cutters hand moved to play with Kepler's hair, pulling tufts out of the manicured style.  

His other hand worked to finally undo his own belt. 

Jacobi walked up behind Kepler, falling to his knees behind him. His hands moved quickly, calculated as always. 

Kepler was preoccupied with Cutter pulled himself out of his pants in front of his face to really focus on what Jacobi was doing. 

“Well?”

Cutter's voice echoed around his mind as he stared at the man's cock. Somehow that was easier then looking up. 

Kepler didn't need to speak. Part of him was grateful for that. 

He immediately leaned forwards and licked his lips. Then, he took the other in his mouth. 

Slow, that's how he liked it. 

Lips moving past the head and down the shaft, eyes closed for as long as he was allowed. 

He jerked when he felt Jacobi’s finger circle his hole, causing him to choke around Cutter. 

From a little moan, that seemed to be exactly what Cutter was hoping for.

Thus began an overwhelming and mind numbing rhythm. 

Back and Forth. Back and Forth. 

Choking, Moaning, Drooling. 

His new hand was grinding marks into the leg of the chair to try and give him something to ground him. 

It felt so quiet. It felt like he was the only one making noise. His face burned in shame, and yet that same shame would could the filthiest of moans to echo around Cutter's cock. 

He felt Jacobi's against his ass, tapping a few times to drive him crazy before pushing in. 

Cutter grabbed his hair, locking him in place with half of his cock in his mouth as Jacobi pushed in. 

Another low, whiny, frankly pathetic groan. 

Cutter used the grip in his hair to yank his head up. The drool looked at the corner of his mouth as he painted, dripping down his chin. 

Kepler met his eyes, his breathing still shaky and laced with soft moans at Daniel bottomed out. 

“Mm, Cute.” Cutter moved to pet his hair 

“Keep moving Daniel. We still have work after this.” 

“Yes, sir” spoken oh so, enthusiastically. 

Kepler looked down at Cutters cock then back up, trying to gauge whether or not he was supposed to stay where he was put or return back to his duties. 

Then Jacobi started to move, and the rational thoughts once again flew out of the airlock. 

His jaw was slack, his eyes unfocused as he tried to keep his head up. 

Cutter just watched, his hand moving under his chin to keep it up. 

The other hand moved quickly to his cock, beginning to pump it in time with Jacobi's thrusts. 

“Focus, Warren. Look at me” his tone was deceptively reassuring, it felt like the desperately desired praise that he had been yearning for since he left Earth. 

His eyes slowly found him again, half hooded and fluttering closed with every thrust. 

“Very nice. Almost there, aren't you?” 

Kepler did attempt to speak, but his words didn't make it to his lips, instead a wet gulp and another whimper. 

“Daniel. Help him, won't you?” 

Jacobi nodded, and a hand moved to grab Kepler's cock. 

He felt Jacobi's stomach against his back, and shuddered as he heard his voice now closer. 

“That's it Warren. Isn't this nice?” 

Cursed words. Fake words. But words that were beyond tempting

He didnt last much longer after that, Daniel moved to fold over him completely and breath against his ear. That was enough. 

Warren slumped forward, his cheek pressed against Cutter's cock in the man's lap as Jacobi followed him. 

He tipped over the edge with a cry, still feeling Jacobi reaching his own end. 

Cutters hand moved to stroke his cheek, the thumb moving up his length at the same time. 

Kepler closed his eyes, he couldn't stand it anymore. He needed at least a break from that. 

“Warren…God Warren…” Jacobi whined, his face now farther away again since his collapse. He missed it. 

He felt one final thrust, as deep as he could shove himself within Kepler. 

Kepler was too exhausted to do much else but breath out 

And, when Kepler opened his eyes and looked back up at Cutter. That look was what he needed. 

Cutter bit his lip to muffle himself, a little chuckle that morphed into a moan as his cum coated Kepler's face from his brow to his hair.  

And, just as Cutter was coming down from his high, someone had to ruin the mood. 

“Marcus, we have a situation outside my lab.”

He huffed, rolling his eyes and looked up 

“I will be…right there…” 

Forced smile went back up as he pushed Kepler off, leaving him to fall back against the chair. His arms came up on instincts. He grabbed the arms and tried to remember to breathe. 

Cutter wiped the cum and drool on his hand on the back of Kepler's shoulder as he spun out of the space. He grabbed Kepler's briefs off the floor to clean off his cock and then dropped them on the chair in front of the recovering man. 

Jacobi was standing at attention, his eyes following Cutter as the smile returned 

Cutter saw him as he was buttoning his pants. 

“Daniel. Help Warren with whatever he needs to get back up and at em. Warren-” He watched as Kepler's forehead stayed pressed against the chair cushion 

“..Remember to go through that File. We still have a very busy day ahead of us. Toodles.” With a laugh and a few crisp steps, he was gone. 

Kepler slowly lifted his face, only to see Jacobi’s face inches from his. 

“How can I help?”