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Chuuya might kill him. To be reminded of his puppy crush on Ice Man and find out that ‘Tross had willingly handed him over for the night? Okay this might not be the best idea he’s ever had. He slunk out of Old World to see if his darling little pipsqueak was home so if he was going to die, at least it wouldn’t be a public execution.
“Oh, darling I’m home!” He shouted as he broke into Chuuya’s apartment, beelining to his fridge which was obviously more likely to be stocked than his own. Chuuya was good like that, making sure he kept ‘Tross’ favorite snacks and drinks there for him (even if it did compete with the space in the fridge for that dumbass mackerel partner of his that he also kept fed. You’d think boyfriend privileges but nooooo, Chuuya had to take in another stray).
“This is not home for you, dumbass.”
He looked awfully comfortable as he stormed out of his room in nothing but a tee shirt, greeting him with an attempted punch to the face before allowing himself to be swept up in a kiss. Albatross trailed his hand down his sides and under that oversized shirt, to find him bare underneath. Perfect, if Chuuya was already needy enough to do this then maybe…
“What the fuck are you in your head about? Bein’ weird; talk.”
“I made a bet with Ice Man. You aren’t allowed to hit me though.” He readied himself, leaning on his heels so he could move away from an angry Chuuya if he had to.
Chuuya made his way to the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose. That was the same look he’d give Dazai when he had to try extra hard not to kill him… shit. “Fine, what was it? Is he making you wear another cheerleading uniform for a week or something?”
“Well. You know what we actually didn’t discuss the punishment yet. We figured we’d see who wins tonight…”
“Okay? So, you’re headed out for the night? Not sure why you think I’d care…?”
“See that’s the thing. You’re actually involved. See Ice Man thinks he can get someone to cum faster than I can and you know that can’t be true right? So anyway hesuggestedweswappartnersforthenight.”
He looked over towards Chuuya on the couch, the glare on his face looked deadly. Crap. “What the fuck did you just say, ‘Tross?”
There were few people in the world that made him a little bit nervous, but Chuuya topped that list. Which was hot, usually. But today he wasn’t so sure if he was going to make it out unscathed. Steeling himself, it was best to just.. face the music. “We’re gonna have Ice Man and his boyfriend Oda over tonight and you’re gonna… you know, fuck Ice. Unless you’re not cool with it, we can figure something out.”
“You said swap, swap was the word you used right?” He didn’t seem as angry as he thought he would be. Instead, he avoided ‘Tross’ eyes as his face seemed to be overtaken by a strong blush.
“Oh, that. Yeah I’d have to fuck his boyfriend..” He hadn’t met the guy before, but Ice had good taste, so he probably was at least a decent lookin’ guy..
“And ya didn’t think you should ask me first? Real nice, Albatross.”
He didn’t.. Well yeah probably, but he didn’t really think about that. As he was floundering in his head, Chuuya stretched out across the couch, throwing on one of their dumb TV dramas as he broke out in a fit of laughter.
“You’re such a fuckin’ dumbass ‘Tross. It’ll be funny when Ice Man wins the bet.”
Chuuya was not ready for the barrage of tickles that Albatross assaulted him with for suggesting something as horrible as him losing. Impossible. The rest of the afternoon was spent snuggling, waiting until later in the evening when Ice Man and Oda would meet them at Albatross’ apartment.
Meeting Oda was less awkward than he expected; a quiet guy for sure, but he was sure he could peel those layers like he had done with Chuuya. Chuu might be a little more talkative, but they were equally avoidant. The biggest hurdle of it all was starting, he just wanted to… get things moving along. Chuuya and Oda were deep in conversation, him and Ice relegated to the corner of the room watching them. He couldn’t speak for mister silent and serious, but he knew watching the two of them talking just made him want to see them kissing. Such a damn distraction… It seemed maybe Ice Man was having similar thoughts though, as he strode over to the pair, his hand squeezing Oda’s hip before he pressed himself against Chuuya’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist and dragging him towards the bedroom. It seems no words were needed, huh. Weird how he can just do that but, aye aye captain. He wasn’t going to let him have an advantage, grabbing Oda’s hand and following them into his bedroom (maybe he should have cleaned it but really that was neither here nor there now).
“Please don’t throw me on the bed.” Oda finally spoke to him; he had such a nice voice..
“What makes ya think I’d do something like that, psh.”
“My ability.” Ah, not one for words huh. His and Ice Man’s apartment must be silent, geez.
He didn’t throw him on the bed, but that was really more because he walked in to see his little spitfire rendered whining as he was held against his wall, his core grinding against Ice’s stomach while their wet kissing echoed in the otherwise silent room. He walked Oda over to his bed instead, climbing on top of him as he captured his lips in a kiss, not willing to be outdone despite the fact that he absolutely wouldn’t be pinning the man to the wall. Which, admittedly probably did put him at a disadvantage but, it really wasn’t his fault he wasn’t as tall or muscular as Ice Man! He had other things he could put to use—Chuuya always said he had a good tongue and good hands so… he wouldn’t be losing today.
He tried to block out the sound of Chuuya’s desperate whining, it was simply too distracting, and he had his own job to do. He worked Oda out of his pants, slipping his mouth around his length and hollowing it out as he swallowed the whole length. He encouraged him to use his mouth however he wanted and lost himself to the feeling of being used. Oda was gentle, at least at first, letting him get used to the weight of his cock on his tongue, letting him twirl it around the head and then tracing the veins up and down until he finally had enough. Then he held ‘Tross’ hair as he practically tried choking him as he slammed into his throat, chasing his orgasm. He only offered a few grunts until he spilled down his throat with a barely audible fuck. He immediately released his hair as he flopped back onto the bed.
He wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, moving to grab his lube bottle so he could stretch him out, catching another glimpse of Ice and Chuu and freezing in his tracks. What a fucking sight; Ice Man on his knees, Chuuya stripped bare as he leaned against the wall with one leg hooked over Ice Man’s shoulder—with that look on his face and he knew it was only a matter of time before Ice Man would find his face covered in Chuuya’s slick (his personal favorite time of any day, if you were to ask). Ice Man’s tongue was plunged deep inside of Chuuya’s cunt, one hand focusing on his clit while the other held a nipple hostage, rolling each around as he fucked his tongue in and out of his hole. He could feel himself wanting to cum, especially as Chuuya finally let go, squirt dripping down Ice Man’s chin and drip, drip, dripping to the floor. Ice didn’t give up, plunging two fingers in alongside his tongue, making Chuuya moan even louder.
He couldn’t keep watching this, grabbing the lube out of the drawer and climbing back on top of Oda, who also seemed fairly mesmerized by the view. Albatross tried spreading his legs so he could prep him, only to be met with a slamming of his legs together. He arched a brow, trying to push them open as he saw the slight devious smile cross his face.
“Oh, you think you’re going to be a brat huh?”
Oda didn’t bother answering, the faintest smile still lingering on his face.
He brought his face over Oda’s, biting his lip hard and smiling as his legs dropped open in shock. “That’s a good boy, I should’ve known you were a brat too, huh.” He didn’t give him long to clamp his legs together again, one slicked finger gently entering him. It wasn’t long before he had stretched him out to three fingers, clearly he and Ice Man had fucked recently enough to make the prep a bit easier for them. It was no matter, but now that he knew better, he made sure to keep his shoulders between Oda’s legs as he deftly slipped on a condom, his neglected cock screaming for some attention.
Just as he had pushed the faintest bit inside Oda, looking down and nearly preening when he noticed that despite that calm, cool, collected look on his face; he was also gripping his arms hard enough that ‘Tross was pretty sure he was bleeding. He looked back up and to the other side of the room to see Ice Man fucking Chuuya against the wall—it looked terribly athletic, what with all the hip movement and slapping. He knew his little show off of a boyfriend, there was no doubt he was manipulating himself to be lighter as Ice Man pulled himself out, only to make himself slightly heavier to slam down harder on his cock. He knew that move; they invented that move, together. Really did make things easier though, he kind of missed it right now.
Or, he did until Oda nudged him further inside, his greedy hole felt like it was sucking him inside. Unexpectedly, Oda moaned, thanks to his great skill at finding just the right spot inside of him, making sure to aim for it with every thrust of his hips. They clung together, Oda tugging him down, so they were panting into the crooks of each other’s necks. The sounds the other pair were making across the room only encouraged him to make sure Oda was even louder, determined to make the stoic man cum before he did. And maybe scream as he came. That would feel like a big win, this guy screaming on his cock, yeah... He moved to carefully stroke the dripping cock between them until Oda’s back bowed, ropes of cum spilling out of him and landing up in his own hair, streaks running across his chest. Albatross luckily was unscathed by the mess of his cum, a small win there.
The loud, whorish moan forced from his lips as he came immediately drew the gaze of Ice Man and Chuuya, ‘Tross noticed how Ice had slipped right out of Chuuya to look. He half-heartedly noted the conversation Ice Man and Oda seemed to have with their eyes before his own gaze moved to Chuuya’s. His face was blotchy and red with sweat dripping from his temples. He was so tempted to walk over there and lick it up, but that would be rude and Chuuya would probably slap him for it…so instead he dropped down to whisper in Oda’s ear, never breaking eye contact.
“What the fuck are you scheming about over there you dumbass?”
“Baby, darling, honeybun. Me? Scheming?” The faux look of innocence did not help to sell his silly lie, though luckily he wasn’t banking on that.
“Drop it, Albatross. What are you two on about?” Ah, fine, if Ice Man was going to stomp on their fun banter…
“What if we move this closer together? Oda here said he wanted a taste of my darling dearest, what do you think of that Icey-bro?”
He watched as Ice Man cocked an eyebrow at Chuuya, gauging his reaction and returning his attention to the other pair, acquiescing as long as Albatross was willing to set up something more comfortable. Chuuya brought Oda along to the bathroom so they could clean up a bit before they moved to wherever the other two decided to set back up.
When the pair hadn’t returned a few minutes later, the boys were…curious, albiet not concerned, assuming they were merely talking a bit. Until they both heard muffled noises from that part of the apartment. They dropped the bedding in their hands and swiftly made their way back to the bathroom, the noises becoming slightly louder as they got closer. Albatross wondered if Chuuya was feeling scrappy, maybe he was jealous of Oda or what Albatross had just done with him, maybe he was fighting for ‘Tross’ honor or somethin’ romantic like that. What they hadn’t anticipated, was seeing the bathroom door open; Chuuya bent over the sink with his head pressed against the mirror crying with Oda’s face between his legs. He was like an animal, licking and biting, his other hand twisting his puffy clit as a line of drool slipped from Chuuya’s mouth.
Ice Man cleared his throat, causing both of them to jump and look towards the intruders. “Want to tell me what’s going on here?”
They both shook their heads, Chuuya reaching out to help Oda up off the floor and tugging him along back to the shared room to see what the other two had put together. Albatross busied himself alongside Ice Man finishing the makeshift bed, grabbing more pillows and blankets to make sure it had plenty of padding for them to roll around on. He realized he had been too busy thinking his own dirty thoughts to notice the display across the room; Oda finishing what he had started. He had Chuuya’s back pulled against his chest, one hand reaching around to play with his tiny chest, fingers tweaking his nipple while his other hand disappeared between his legs. He could see just how close Chuuya was, rocking his hips back against Oda’s thigh; he could even see the shiny trail of slick he was leaking onto Oda’s thigh from the action (‘Tross figured he should wait until later to make a short joke, if he wanted to be able to fuck his own boyfriend tonight). He had forgotten about Ice Man for a moment, until he heard someone clearing their throat just behind him.
“They sure make a pretty picture, hm?” He didn’t wait for an answer, walking over to the pair and interrupting their kiss. Albatross hoped he appreciated the way they stayed connected by a string of spit for a moment while they split apart, he sure wouldn’t be forgetting the sight anytime soon.
Ice Man simply plucked Chuuya up (‘Tross thought it was kind of unfair that he didn’t even fight it, he would have ended up getting at least a black eye), moving him to the pile they had made in the center of the room and dropping him to the ground like a bag of flour. Oda obediently followed them, sitting on the floor and peering up at Ice Man still looming over them.
He wasn’t really sure where Ice was going with this; it’s not like this had been very well discussed. In fact, he couldn’t really remember why they were doing this in the first place. But he couldn’t help that he was distracted and his brain was fried from how pretty his boyfriend looked. He seemed like he was just about to that fun point when he got extra pliant, drooling and cock drunk. Plus, when he got cock drunk, he begged to be filled up and it never failed to make him squirt once he did, which was just a really cool thing to be able to get someone to do (if you asked him, anyway). He had to be the one to get him there—no one else could fill his boyfriend up like he could.
“Ice; I call Chuuya.”
“I mean.. he’s your boyfriend?”
“Yeah yeah but, I wanna be inside him next, don’t you touch him… like no offense or anythin’.”
“Okay?”
Oda didn’t seem to mind, he just dragged Ice Man down to the ground, climbing into his lap and doing who knew what—Albatross was focused on his own pretty redhead instead. He climbed onto Chuuya’s lap, pushing his back to the ground and plunging his tongue inside his surprised mouth. Luckily, Chuuya was kind enough not to bite him, even if he might have deserved it that time.
While he had Chuuya on his back he was able to spread his legs, his cock rutting against his wet hole, slipping in and out of him as the ground against each other. He heard the other pair moaning, looking up to see Oda on his back, Ice Man’s (unfairly large, if you asked ‘Tross) cock spearing his hole. He tapped Chuuya twice, waiting a moment for him to make himself lighter, then he flipped Chuuya and pushed his chest to the bed instead. He tapped himself against his folds before pushing inside all at once, assuming he didn’t really need prep considering what Ice Man had already done for prep.
He soon forgot anyone else was in the room with them, a hand wrapped around Chuuya’s short ponytail while his other hand was busy bruising his hip with his tight grip, leveraging himself so he could brush against Chuuya’s cervix with each thrust. He gladly was making him scream for more more more. However, he was once again reminded of the other pair when Chuuya crawled forward a little, forcing Albatross to scoot forward again, slotting his lips against Oda’s. Oda’s hands brushed against his own hand in Chuuya’s hair as he twisted his hands against each side of his head.
The kissing must have been great considering the way he clamped down on Albatross, still inside of him (and frankly, trying really hard not to cum already). He looked down to see them panting and drooling into each other’s mouths, an occasional swirl of the tongues between their lips.
“Awwwwwww, Ice Man. Ice. Buddy!!”
“What, Albatross.” He sounded out of breath, just a little, like he might be as close as he was—good he wasn’t alone.
“We should kiss too. Look at them. All cute and kissing and cute, we should kiss too.”
“I’m not kissing you.”
“But, but; bro’s kiss all the time! It’s just a bro-kiss, buddy! What’s a kiss between pals?”
“You’re about to cum; I’m not kissing you.”
“Well. You are too! That’s not fair. What about after? A little ‘good job Albatross’ kiss? ‘Cmon Ice, gimme a smooch! I deserve it.”
Ice Man didn’t bother answering him, he just leaned in and planted a surprisingly gentle kiss on his lips, immediately pulling back and burying his head in Oda’s neck, grunting as his hips sped up. ‘Tross turned his attention back to his little spitfire underneath him, who had been attempting to get his attention by pulling the hand against his hip down to his neglected clit. He leaned forward so his head rested against Chuuya’s spine and bit into his shoulder as he seated himself inside his warm and inviting (and wet, slippery, grippy and wonderful) cunt as deeply as he could, spilling inside of him enough for a small bump to form in his stomach (which of course, as he expected with his wealth of Chuuya-knowledge, made him squirt around his cock, drenching both of their thighs and all the bedding below them—exactly as he expected). The four of them collapsed on the bedding seemingly all at once, each of them just a bit out of breath and in need of a nice shower.
Of course, he was the first to speak up (ignoring the immediate groan from Chuuya). “Well fellas. What a time, I feel refreshed, recharged. We should do this again.”
“The bet?” Ice Man wasn’t instantly convinced, it seemed.
“What bet? Did you not wanna bro-kiss me again Icey buddy?”
“The bet. The reason we did this?”
“Yeah ‘Tross, you said this was happening because of some bet you idiots decided on. Without asking us.” Chuuya looked to the other pair, winking before adding, “Not that I minded. Although I venture to say we should probably avoid telling the rest of ‘em unless you dipshits want to be harassed into sharing with the rest of the Flags. Especially Lippmann, he might be the most offended.”
He didn’t bother looking at the scowling face Chuuya was making, he looked to gauge Ice Man’s reaction instead. Only to find him with a extremely devious looking slight smile tugging on the side of his mouth looking back at him.
Maybe sharing with the rest of them wouldn’t be the worst idea.
**Bonus 1: Chuuya goes back to his apartment to find Dazai in his room, immediately bitching about how ‘rude it was that the stupid slug ditched him that night’ and how he was ‘forced to sit here and listen to whatever that dumb bird upstairs was doing—he was so loud and there was so much shouting I bet he killed someone.’ (Chuuya was glad that he hadn’t told Dazai what he was doing or who he was dating, fuck).
*** Bonus 2: A few months later, Oda had to back out of meeting with Dazai and Ango, citing a ‘mission.’ Dazai followed him to witness Oda and Chuuya in Old World surrounded by all the flags, all in terribly compromising positions. He considers washing his eyes out with bleach, though holds the information close to his chest, testing Oda’s reaction when he finally ‘introduced his friends to that gravity manipulator he has to work with.’ He did thoroughly enjoy the way Chuuya and Oda both choked on their drinks when they realized. Unfortunately, he did not like that they snuck out together just a couple of drinks later.