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Chance didn’t mind getting dragged into games. He was a game, after all. And he certainly didn’t mind getting dragged in when it was Parker doing the dragging. And when it was Parker and you… well, it was almost a +10 multiplier to persuasion. 

But it was times like this where he wished he wasn’t so easily swayed. 

The twister mat was laid out on the attic floor, his two biggest grievances standing on either side of it, looking at him expectantly. He had the spinner sitting on his lap, looking up at him tauntingly. 

“Want me to explain the rules, Chance?” Parker’s voice was excited, almost kiddishly so, looking at him with disconcertingly wide, but sparkling eyes. 

“No no, I am well familiar.” He turned his gaze to you instead, hoping to distract himself from the way his heart skipped a beat just then. Safe to say, your relaxed, lazy grin and crossed arms didn’t help. At all. He settled on looking down at the spinner, hands a tad sweaty just imagining all the ways this game could end. You on your back, Parker on his knees… he cleared his throat, switching up his voice to hide the distinctive shake that entered it. “Prepare yourselves, travellers, for today you will wage battle on the most venerable— and colourful— of war fields… the board of Twister.” He pushed up his glasses, trying to distract himself from the situation by crafting another. “You must follow every word I say, if your bodies can handle it… and if they can’t…” He chuckled. “You must face the crushing reality of defeat…” 

He watched as you and Parker shared a competitive look, sharing a few boasting words as he spun the first spinner. “Parker, left foot…” he spun the second. “Red!” 

And so the game began, easy at first, but growing progressively more difficult as the two of you got yourself into more and more tangling positions. Chance found himself relaxing a little, getting into the swing of the game without thinking about his… rather twisting love life. 

“Alright, going to you, now!” He grinned, spinning the two wheels simultaneously. “Right hand blue.” 

“Ah, shit…” you cursed under your breath. The nearest blue spot to you was… all the relaxation Chance felt immediately crashed as he watched you try and reach over Parker’s body, brushing over his chest as you did so. Chance swallowed thickly, eyes widening as you had to lean closer to him, face nearing his, closer and closer… it looked as though a stray gust of wind would have pushed you into his lips. Chance’s grip on his thigh tightened. 

Parker laughed as you managed to get to blue, half of your body draped over his. “Pretty impressive… but not enough to beat me!” He laughed, only a rad maniacally. “C’mon, Chance! Hit me!” 

Chance adjusted his glasses, then spun the wheels. They landed on… right foot green. 

He looked up at the two of you, so damn close, pressed together by the confines of your competitive spirits. If Parker put his foot on the nearest green… that would pull him away from you. 

Part of him wanted that, so he didn’t have to feel this… internal swirl of torment. But another part, a rancid, but stronger part… 

“Right hand yellow.” 

Chance averted his gaze, but could feel Parker’s stare burning a hole in the side of his head. This was cheating, absolutely so. He placed an arm over the spinners, so he wouldn’t be able to fact check him. When he looked back, Parker’s brows were raised in suspicion, but then, slowly, terrifyingly so, his frown turned up into a too-wide grin. “Awesome!” 

He seemed perfectly chipper as he twisted himself around, elbowing you in the ribs a bit and making you let out a little ‘oof’ that he couldn’t help but find even more endearing. Then, his arm snaked under you to reach a yellow tile, leaving you in quite the entangled position. Chance swallowed, heart racing just a little bit faster. 

The spinners were completely abandoned after that. Chance grew more and more comfortable calling things without their help. Honestly, he felt an awful lot like he was crafting a campaign, able to mold the characters into what he wished. It wasn’t too long before Parker was propped up on his arms, you over top of him, one hand on the blue circle by his head and the other on the yellow one by his hips. Both of you seemed determined, and he knew you well enough to know that the both of you would sooner break a bone than cave in, so this was going to be fun. He made sure to try out many different forms, ones that showed off the subtle curve of Parker’s ass or made your gorgeous red shirt ride up just a little. He felt himself shift uncomfortably in his chair, wishing he had a towel or something to cover his lap. 

“You sure you’re calling these right?” You looked over at him as one of his calls had you placing your hand right between Parker’s spread legs. Chance revelled in the way he flinched, his pale cheeks flushing slightly red. But at your words, he turned those blank, yet accusatory wide eyes towards him, making him shrink back a little. If you were getting suspicious, then Parker certainly was already… he straightened his collar a little.

“Mm— of course I am. It’s all up to the dice roll of fate!” He waved off your concern, trying to ignore Parker’s pointed stare. “Anyways… Parker! Right foot yellow.” 

Parker immediately turned his attention back to the game, bright smile plastered on his face. Chance sighed in relief. He was lucky, that man was an awful lot like a cat with a paper bag— easily distractible. He dutifully moved his leg over, letting out a little groan of effort as he tried to reach it. Chance was feeling a little hot under the collar at the action mixed with the vocalization already, but then, you suddenly lost your balance, crashing down onto Parker with a yelp. 

Chance almost let a sound slip. 

You had landed right on top of him, a hand around one of his legs as he sprawled out on the mat with a startled yell. Your head landed in the crook of his neck, and his hands instinctively flew ro your chest, pushing you up and off of him. You shook out your head, having butted into his jaw pretty hard. The sight shouldn't have affected Chance like this, especially when one or both of you was probably hurt, but it did. Gods, it did… he stood up out of his seat, pumping his fist out of the air to cheer. “Down they go! This ferocious battle goes to Parker!” 

Parker couldn’t seem to celebrate like he typically did. His eyes were fixed on you, lips slightly ajar. Of course he was. You were still firmly on top of him, between his legs, after all. You seemed perfectly calm about the situation, as much as you could be while moping about your loss, anyway. You sat up, rubbing your head with an irritated groan. “Ah, fuck…” 

Parker shot up, clambering to his feet. “Yahoo! Gosh golly and a hidey-ho, I did it again! Won it fair and square!” He grinned, then looked at Chance, smile wiped off his face instantly. “Or did I?” 

Chance felt his heart drop. “You… knew?” 

The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees. Parker smiled ear to ear again, looking a little smug for a second. “Of course I did. I’m board games, motherfucker.” 

“Wait wait wait— hold on!” You clambered up as well, still a little out of breath. Chance flinched as your glare joined Parker’s. “So you were calling them wrong? Purposefully?” 

Chance turned his head away in shame. He couldn’t face both of you at once, and there was no use trying to lie his way out of it now. He was sure he’d roll a fat nat 1 on persuasion. 

“Out of all people, the thought that you would betray me so never even crossed my mind.” Parker’s voice sounded downright scandalized. “Oh, if you let me roll for our relationship right now it would certainly tilt to—“ 

“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry.” Chance raised his hands in defence, finally facing the two irritated faces in front of him. Well… one irritated face and one confused one. You had a hand raised to your chin in thought, seeming contemplative. 

“But what’s the point of that…?” 

“To rip my heart out of my chest!” Parker shot him another glare. “And spit in the holy name of the game of our LORD Twister!”

“Parker, he was getting off to this.” 

Chance’s heart dropped at your words. Of course you would figure it out… he tapped his fingers against his thigh rapidly, in a futile attempt to calm himself. Parker, on the other hand, completely froze up, jaw dropped in shock. You just gave him a sly grin of triumph. He felt an awful lot like a mouse that just got caught by a bored cat. 

“Manipulating the results to get us in certain positions… oh, that's positively wicked. I didn’t know you had that kind of thing in you, Chance!” 

Parker sputtered out something incoherent, looking between you and chance a few times before yelling. “This whole time you were trying to twist us?” 

“Hey hey, whoah…” Chance took a few steps back. “You’ve got it all wrong! What kind of… uh, pervert would do that, right?” 

“A real fucked up one!” Parker made a motion to cover the few patches of exposed skin on himself, the same patches Chance had, admittedly, been quite shamelessly drooling over just moments before. You only crossed your arms, that little enticing grin still plastered on your face. 

“Yeah, a fucked up one.” 

“I don’t just give jerk-off material out for free, you know!” 

“Hold on, you’d give it to him for money?—“ 

“Listen! I just—“ Chance coughed into his fist, his beloved words failing him in that moment. “I don’t know. It was so easy… I couldn’t stop myself…” 

“So you’d bake a hamster that jumped in the oven because it was ‘easy’?” 

“What kind of metaphor is that?! And no!” Chance looked at Parker, horrified. “I… certainly you know how I feel about the two of you…” He looks at you, praying you’d back him up. “At least, you must know.” 

“Yeah, I know.” You admit. Parker whips his head towards you, looking even more shocked and betrayed. 

“You were both in on this?! So this was a shadow plot to get me to bend over? Why I oughta—“ 

You shook your head rapidly. “The bending over thing was all him! I had nothing to do with that. But I was aware of… his… well, his affection for you and me.” 

“And you didn’t tell me?! You think you know someone…” He threw his arms out in elaborate gestures as he spoke. Then, he froze. “Hold on a diddly darn minute— Chance, you’ve been trying to get in my pants?!”

“Don’t say it so crudely!” Chance felt his cheeks redden further, if that was even possible. “I can’t help the way I feel about you…” 

“But you can help manipulating the spinner results to get us to bust it open in front of you.” You snickered.

“Can we move on from that?! Please?!” Chance raised his voice in embarrassment.

“Oh sorry, still a little hung up on finding out that my best friend is not only a filthy fucking cheater, but a pervert too!” 

“I said I was sorry!” 

Parker crossed his arms, turning up his nose. “Well sorry don't close the holy cheese vault.” 

“That is not a thing people say.” You sighed, rubbing your temples a little. “Chance, I forgive you. But try not to… you know…” 

“Cheat at a game to manipulate us into dirty positions so you can peep on us to get yourself off.” 

“Yeah, that.” 

Chance went quiet for a moment, looking down at his shoes. What the hell was he supposed to say when he fucked up so royally? He wasn’t a troubadour that could sing a jaunty tune and have everything be all fine and dandy again. And when he was being cornered by the two main objects of his infatuation like this, the weight of his sins was almost too much to bear. Even now, Parker’s little frown and your teasing grin did something to his poor heart. The positions he had the two of you in earlier replayed in his mind, the image of you between his legs and your hand around his thigh burned into his every neuron with a hot iron. Not to mention the sounds… each grunt, each strained groan and yelp of surprise… he felt that uncomfortable tightening in his pants again. Gods, he really was kind of a pervert… 

“Well…” you got that look on your face, the one he had grown to fear. The little quirk up of your lips and shine in your eyes that said you had stumbled upon the most dangerous thing of all… an idea. “If he wants a show from us so much, I’m personally more than happy to oblige.” 

Chance’s blood ran cold. He kicked himself for ever thinking you were a sane individual. “Uh… that’s not necessary!” 

“So you don’t want to see us?” You stepped closer to him, an almost toying glint in your eyes. He instinctively took a step back. “You don’t want to see us fully bare, against each other in front of you? You wouldn’t want to watch us—“ 

“H-hey! What are you doing?!” Parker floundered a bit, placing a hand on your shoulder. You just placed a hand over his, leaning in to whisper something Chance couldn’t quite hear. He watched as Parker's face twisted from horror to understanding, eyes widening and smile turning downright maniacal. He laughed for a solid five seconds or so, looping an arm around your shoulders to drape off of you, shooting a grin at Chance, his cheeks still quite reddened.

“What the hell are you guys planning—“ 

“Just a little revenge.” You waved off his concern. “It's only fair after all.” 

“Fair and square!” Parker nodded eagerly. “Though you wouldn’t know much about that…”

“Hey—!” 

“Anyways, what do you say to another game, Chance?” You clasped your hands together, making Chance shrink back a little under your gaze. 

“A game…?”

“Hold on! Hold on!” Parker got off of you, waving his arms frantically. “Rules! We need rules!” 

“Right, yeah.” You sighed, seeming a little exasperated at the delay. “Go on.” 

Parker was practically bouncing up and down, placing a hand over his chest. “I, Parker, and your other fascination have decided, because of your crime of cheating in such a disgusting and vile manner—“ He went on for what felt like 20 minutes, rambling into tangents that had little to do with the matter of hand. At one point even managing to somehow slip a complaint about capitalism in there, as well as explaining the details of how casinos used to cut off the fingers of card players who cheated. That made Chance a little more nervous than he already was. He found himself exchanging understanding glances with you more than once. He would’ve taken it as a moment of kinship if it wasn’t for the situation. 

“…so to gain our forgiveness, first you must know… one of us always tells the truth, and the other always lies—“ 

“That’s not what we agreed on at all!” 

“Whatever! Chance, you’re gonna watch us fuck.” 

“What?!” Chance nearly jumped out of his skin, the casual tone Parker said that in making him want to believe he heard that wrong. 

“That’s better.” That haunting grin returned to your face again. Chance had seen it in his dreams a little more than he’d like to admit. But right now, his head was reeling too much to appreciate it.

“Oo, and you’ll be rolling the dice to decide what we do!” Parker flared out his hands in a jazzy sort of way. “Every step of the way!” 

“Uh—“ Chance took a moment to try and calm his racing heart, forcing himself to breathe through his nose instead of panting. “D-dice? Mine? Yours..?” 

“Mm…” Parker placed a hand on his chin. “I originally thought to use mine, but…” He looked over to you for confirmation. You thought for a second as well, before turning back to Chance. 

“Use yours. You can craft a storyline for us like in your little campaigns. Wouldn’t that be fun?” 

Chance felt his legs turn to jelly. He stumbled into a seat, trying to cover his burning face with a hand.

“Oh yeah! And you can’t jerk off.” Parker pointed at him in an accusatory fashion. Chance’s eyes widened. 

“Huh?! You’re going to do… that in front of me, but I’m not allowed to—“ 

“Mhm!” He didn’t even notice you had come up behind him before your arms wrapped around him over the backrest of the chair, moving up his chest teasingly. Your lips were right next to his ear. “If either of us catch you… we’ll kick you out.” 

Chance’s heart dropped. The thought of watching was torturous, but the thought of not being able to watch was even more so. His foot tapped incessantly against the floor of that attic. 

“What’s wrong?” Parker had moved in front of him, arms crossed while he looked down at him with a smug grin. It felt an awful lot like he was in a brutal dungeon torture scene. “Since you wanted to see us so bad… this should be great for you!” 

“Great… yeah, uh… great. Mhm.” He took off his glasses, pressing a hand to his forehead. He heard you snicker into his ear before taking your hands off of him. The sudden lack of contact left him feeling oddly cold. 

You moved around to Parker again, placing an elbow on his shoulder to lean on him. Chance adjusted his glasses on his nose, giving the two of you a pleading look. He did not receive any mercy. “Then begin. Create a storyline for us.” 

Chance’s head spun with various fantasies. Having to narrate this… oh, he truly did fuck himself over this time. He was already growing painfully hard just imagining the scene, let alone watching it without being able to join in or even relieve this ache. “You want me to treat this like a campaign?” 

“Yup! Just a little more of a… hands-on one.” You smiled. Parker fidgeted with the strings of his jacket, clearly unable to sit still. He’d never thought of using his GM skills in… this sort of context before, though roleplay had always been a big kink of his. Typically, he would also be involved in the roleplay, not watching it like some sort of voyeur. Oh god, he was a voyeur, wasn’t he? The thought enticed him too much for him not to be. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for this… sweet torment. He’d never had to clamber together a story so quickly, but he knew just the thing he wanted to see acted out before him. 

Now it was Chance’s turn to ramble. He went right into some on-the-fly worldbuilding. A prosperous kingdom on the surface, yet with a corrupt royalty beneath. “You are a rogue thief who has just snuck into the Prince’s chambers, desperate for any piece of gold or silver you can pocket. And Parker… you are the prince, beloved by your people despite your corrupt father, and you step into the room to find it being pillaged by this fearsome stranger. What do you do?” 

“Aw, sweet! I’d make an awesome all-authoritarian dictator!” Parker made a show of shock at the sight of you, who in turn feigned fear. It was honestly a little amusing, and Chance found himself loosening up a little listening to your banter. This could be fun, if only he could focus on the story, and not what would happen before him. 

“I’ll try to convince him I’m a servant cleaning his room.” You turned to chance. 

“Roll for persuasion.” Chance rolled the dice for you. “2. He sees right through you, instantly deducing your true identity as a thief.” 

“Awh, fuck.” You hissed out. Parker laughed. 

“I roll to push them out the window!” 

“Hey! Whoah whoah whoah— before he does that can I roll to persuade him not to kill me?” 

“How will you persuade him?” 

The look on your face tells Chance exactly what you were thinking of, and his hand clenched into his pants in anticipation. You moved closer to Parker, who jumped a little when you touched his shoulder, moving your fingertips down to his chest slowly. “Roll for seduction.” 

Chance swallowed, shaking the dice in his hand a little too many times before throwing them. He was almost hoping for a high number to get this over with, but fate, once again, is a cruel bastard. “1. The prince punches you in the face and moves to firmly shove you out the window.” 

“FUCK.” 

“Hah! Get fucked, rapscallion!” Parker laughed, moving to grab you. “Defenestration it is!” 

You seemed to get into character way more than he expected you to, blocking his blow and moving your hand down to trace his hip, making him let out a little breath. “Are you worried someone will hear us, my prince? Trust me, you won’t be able to say too much when we are in the midst of pleasure together…” 

“We’re past that!” 

Your ability to play along so well did something to Chance. He covered his mouth so he wouldn’t let out a sound of his own. Though, he must admit he was more amused by this current scenario than tortured. 

“Can I kidnap the Prince? I roll to kidnap the Prince.” 

“Hey!” 

“Nat 20. The Prince barely stands a chance as you smuggle him out the window.” 

“HEY!” 

And so began a… rather gruesomely long campaign from what was supposed to be a short sex scene. It was so well into the night before you got past all the hijinks and random adventures you got into on the way. You ended up dismantling the entire kingdom’s government before the prince began to warm up to the thief, and Chance almost forgot about the reason this all happened as he spoke. 

“The kingdom knows it is in good hands as the coronation ceremony ends, their new king sitting upon the throne proudly. Your first act as king is to appoint the thief you so hated as your royal advisor, for their loyalty and role in the uprising. Despite all the loss, the hardships, and the rocky start… you are happy, and—“ 

“Awesome. I roll to seduce the king.” 

“Can you give me a minute to finish the story?!” Chance groans in exasperation, hanging his head in his hands. 

“Just roll it, dice boy!” Parker sits up from where he was laying on his stomach, propping his chin up on his hand. “Oo! Before that, I make the kingdom communist!” 

Chance sighed. “Roll for persuasion.” 

“18! And I make having a beard with no mustache illegal.” 

“…why?” 

Parker just shrugged. 

“I think the power’s going to his head. Just let me roll seduction so I can put a stop to it.” 

“But I haven’t finished the story yet—“ 

“Jaywalking will be punishable by public hanging.” 

“…roll for seduction.” 

You toss the die, and all three watch it spin with bated breath. As it came to a stop, Chance’s heart dropped. This was it. 

“…15.” He breathed out, clasping his hands together tightly. “Despite the less-than-amicable start to your relationship, the years you spent together have softened the Prince’s heart to you. Now, as King, there are no barriers between the two of you. However, he still hesitates, afraid of the implications this will have on your relationship. He will need a little more convincing.” 

“Mhm. More convincing. Yup. Gonna have to convincify me way more.” Parker didn’t even bother to hide where his eyes were looking. Chance’s heart skipped a beat as you leaned in to Parker, your hand trailing up his thigh, making him let out a very over-dramatic gasp. “Whoah-hoh! Uh, the King is swayed.” 

“That was fast…” 

“Fine by me.” You shrugged, beginning to unbutton your shirt already. Your eagerness made something in Chance jump, his fingers curling to grip the fabric of his pants. He almost thought he was going to avoid this fate, but, ironically, the dice of fate don’t always roll in his favour. Parker seemed frozen for a moment, cheeks blooming red as he watched you. Chance felt himself growing a little hotter as well, his gaze flicking between your now-exposed midriff and Parker’s bitten lip. When he began to slowly remove his own clothing, Chance felt as if he was receiving a double onslaught. This definitely wasn’t fair, not at all. 

“I— I suppose we move to your dice, Parker…?” Chance cleared his throat, surprised his glasses weren’t fogging up with all the heat radiating off of him. “Unless you want me to roll for constitution…” 

“What happens if you roll a 1?” You raise your brows, tossing your shirt to the side haphazardly. 

“You cum in your pants.” 

“Oo! You should roll, I want to see that!” Parker grinned at you, who promptly shoved him, making him fall onto his back. 

“You roll!” 

“Okay! I will!” Parker shot up again. “We’ll see what you do when I get a 20–“ 

“We’re using Parker’s dice.” Chance interrupted him. Before anyone could protest, he rolled the two dice, one for action, one for body part. And they landed on… 

Chance completely flushed, he shook his head rapidly, grabbing the dice and rerolling. “We’re not doing that.” 

“Hey! C’mon! That’s not the rules!” 

“Why is that even an option?! We are not doing that.” 

Parker whined, but Chance stayed firm. He’d rather not find out how exactly an elbow could be used like that. He watched the dice spin, before landing on…

“As the former thief and the new king tumble into bed together, they start off the night slowly, with your hands moving up his legs, starting with his ankles, all the way up to his thighs…” 

“Lucky me…” you chuckled, moving to crawl in between Parker’s legs, only a few scraps of clothing left between you. Your fingertips dutifully start on this ankle bone, while your other hand steadied yourself overtop of him. Then, agonizingly slow, you made your way up to his calf, tracing its thin shape. Parker let out a little breath, moving his head to the side and covering his face in embarrassment as his legs fell apart for you. Chance felt as though he rolled a 1 on constitution. The only thing keeping him sane was the weight of Parker’s dice in his shaking hand, as the rest of his body had long since failed him. He rolled the dice again, trying to keep his gaze fixed on them instead of what was going on in front of him. 

“Things ramp up quite quickly, as the passion that had been building up in both of you over the years all comes to a head. The king’s lips wander your skin as you touch him, eventually finding your collarbone, and biting down…” 

“Lets fucking goooooo! I love biting!” Parker woops, immediately moving to sink his teeth into your collarbone with absolutely no warning. 

“Ow! Jesus christ—!” You grabbed a fistful of his hair, prying him off of you and glaring at him like he was a misbehaving dog. Your other hand came up to press against the wound he left on you… oh, he clearly didn’t hold back his bite force. He gave you a sheepish grin, a tad bit of blood staining his teeth. “Can I bite him back? Please tell me I can bite him back.” 

As much as Chance wanted to see that, it wasn’t up to him. “Let’s see what the dice have to say…” He shook them up in his hands, then rolled them. His eyes widened. Oh, this wasn’t good… this wasn’t good at all… 

“Uh… the bite awakens something within the advisor, who… takes it upon themselves to…” Chance paused, swallowing the sudden buildup of saliva in his mouth. “Take their tongue lower, down between the king’s legs…” 

Your eyes lit up, and he is once again inclined to compare you to a cat, this time one who just sunk its claws into a mouse. “Chance, I love you.” 

He didn’t have any time to respond before you were kissing down Parker’s stomach, who squirmed a little beneath you, the graze of your teeth against his naval making him gasp. You were being significantly kinder than Parker was, easing him into it instead of immediately shoving him down your throat. Chance adjusted in his seat, trying to hide his growing erection in vain. 

“Oh, wowza!” Parker yelped out, desperately moving to grab hold of the Twister mat beneath hum as your tongue gives the tip of his cock an experimental lap. You grabbed hold of his hips to keep him still, though his legs still wrapped themselves around your shoulders instinctively. Chance watched, entranced, as you licked a long line from his base to the weeping head, taking your sweet time with it. It was rare to see Parker speechless, but in that moment, his head was back, his lips ajar in a silent scream, breaths ragged and quick. Chance had no idea which one of you he wanted to be in that moment. He found himself rapidly switching his projections, vividly imagining lowering his mouth onto parker or having you kiss the shaft of his cock as you rubbed circles into his hips. He clasped a hand over his mouth, leg bouncing uncontrollably. Despite his torment, it was like a car crash, he couldn’t bear to look away. He was jealous. So, so jealous he could throw up. He had half the mind to go over there and sandwich himself between the two of you. Oh, that would certainly be heaven… your lips on his neck from behind as Parker’s hands run down over his chest, one of you slow and sensual and the other chaotic and wild…

Would either of you notice if he unbuttoned his pants? 

He slowly moved a hand over his fly, already pushed up by the sizable tent that had formed in his pants. He slowly undid the buttons, providing himself with some relief. He let out a low sigh. 

“HEY! Are you cranking your hog over there?!” Parker yelled, sitting up with an accusatory expression on his face. You pulled your mouth off of him for a moment, looking at Chance with furrowed brows. 

“Once a cheater always a cheater…”

‘I wasn’t!” Chance made a pathetic attempt to cover himself, hot shame like needles in his brainstem. “I needed… I can take off my clothes, right? That’s allowed!” 

You and Parker exchanged a glance, then leaned in to whisper to each other like a council deciding his fate. Despite the situation, his cock was still painfully erect, and he couldn’t deny he felt even more aroused at the idea of his body being in the hands of the two most enticing people he knows. 

“Alright.” Parker crossed his arms, followed by you, each weaning the same suspicious glare. “We’ll allow it.”

Chance let out a long, relieved breath, making haste to rid himself of his pesky clothing. The cold attic air against his flushed skin was soothing beyond believe, calming his rabid urges down somewhat. God, he thought his characters were dramatic for falling into lust at the smallest bat of an eyelash or a brush of a hand… But here he was, ready to cum untouched just from watching something go down. Soon, he was completely bare, and he wasn’t sure if the relief was worth the embarrassment. He almost threw the dice at Parker when he gave a wolf whistle, but instead, he tossed them gently. He felt the stares of the two like a physical touch, caressing over every inch of skin on his body, dipping over the expanse of his throat and the junction that connected his leg and thigh. Finally, the dice stopped. 

“As the advisor moves back up to face the king, his hands find their chest, feeling over it and tracing its shape for a moment.”

Parker froze for a moment, eyes falling down to your chest. You just shrugged, taking one of his hands and lifting it to press against your sternum. His fingers hesitantly splay out over your skin, testing it. Then, he got bolder, looking up at you with a little grin as both of his hands feel over you. Chance rolls the dice again. Same body part, but different motion. 

“The advisor then leans in, lavishing their lips over the king’s chest in turn.”

You follow the whims of the dice eagerly, leaning in to press slightly sloppy, desperate kisses over him. He let out a shaky sigh, letting his head fall back as you just barely brushed one of his nipples. You shift closer to him, fidgeting with his monopoly money ‘hair’. Chance tossed the dice. This time, he froze up again. That short reprieve was over… 

“The king’s hands… move lower. Down, down over the advisor’s body, between their legs...”

Parker didn’t hesitate this time, seemingly having gotten into the groove of things. In fact, he almost jumped at the chance, his hand moving down to touch you with a big, slightly goofy grin on his face. You pat his head, chuckling at his eagerness. The scene sent another wave of heat through Chance, who dug his nails into his arm to stop himself from touching. This was getting bad. Really bad. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, being forced to watch from the sidelines as his two favourite people enjoyed each other without him. He was not unlike Tantalus, reaching in vain for the fruit that evaded him. When you kissed down Parker’s neck while his fingers ran over your sex, Chance finally broke.

“I- I can’t do this.” He shot up out of his seat, turning around. 

“Awh, What’s the matter? Consequences of your actions catch up to ya?” Parker’s smug voice did little to help. 

“That’s– You might as well waterboard me!” He turned back to you, who hadn’t stopped your motions on each other. “At least let me touch myself, if neither of you are going to.”

“Nuh uh.”

“What do you mean ‘nuh uh’?!” Chance was on his last frayed nerve, his body screaming at him for any sort of relief for this desperate need that was building in him. Even now, he couldn’t stop his eyes from roving over bodies, nor his mind from imagining tasting every inch. He watched as you trailed a hand up from Parker’s thigh up to his face, teasingly cupping his face, as if displaying what Chance couldn’t have. Leave it up to you to taunt him like this, to dangle the one thing he craved just above his nose until he went cross-eyes with want. 

“We might let you join… if you get lucky.”

Chance perked up, eyes snapping to yours in desperation. “You would?!”

‘We would?” Parker looked at you in surprise as well, but you only grinned, pointing to the d20 on the floor. Parker seemed to understand instantly, brightening up. “Oh yes we would!”

“If you can manage to roll a 20…”

“In one try!”

“Otherwise you’re just out of luck.” You shrugged.

Chance’s excitement crashed instantly. A 1 in 20 probability?! All because he cheated at fucking twister?! He pressed his hand to his forehead, sucking in a deep, shaky breath. All he could do was play your little game. He’d take a 5% chance of getting what he wanted over a 0%. He picked up the die, sending a quick prayer to anyone who would listen before throwing it, closing his eyes. 

It rolled. 

And rolled. 

All eyes fixed on the die as it slowly landed on ‘20’.

The feeling that washed over Chance was indescribable, the relief filling his chest with a refreshing coolness. He wanted to kiss the boots of whichever god blessed him. 

“Well I’ll be damned…” You picked up the die, looking it over.

“You lucky, cheating bastard!” Parker threw out his arms. “Come here!”

Chance wasted no time. He practically dived into the outstretched arms. 

It was as if he was dumped into a pool of cool water on a hot day. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to let the feeling rush over him as he took a deep breath. He heard the sound of your chuckle, and your hands wrapping around his waist. He felt Parker’s chin rest atop his head, providing him solace in the crook of his neck. He took it. Oh, he grasped this wonderful moment with everything he could. 

“So, uh… what’s the lore for this little addition?” Your voice in his ear brought him back to reality. He cleared his throat sitting up a little. 

“Right! I am the… I am a knight who came to check on the new king, but got a little more than he bargained for…” He bumbled through an explanation quickly, more focused on the way his skin was brushing against yours. 

“Why do you guys get ‘King’ and ‘Knight’ and I got thief?” 

“Shut up, you had the best character arc!” Parker went to playfully shove you, but Chance grabbed his hands, pulling him down to the twister mat. Parker let out an undignified squeak, arms instinctively wrapping around Chance. Before anyone could say anything, he grabbed your wrist in turn, pulling you down on top of them both. 

“Hey—!” Your voice was muffled by Chance’s chest. He held the two of you tightly, really not wanting to get distracted by anything else in the moment. 

“Sorry… I need this.” 

Parker squirmed out of his hold, half-on his lap. 

“Oh, you’re really getting it now!” 

You pulled your head off of his chest, shaking yourself out a little bit. “You’re getting a little cocky for someone who just got lucky.”

Chance rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the heat within him rising again. “I… I appreciate the hijinks, I really do, but… I will die if neither of you have me right this second.”

“Who are you to come in here and make demands?” Parker huffed. “And you broke the rules, too. You didn’t use the dice.” 

“Let’s forgo the dice for now…” You sat up, and Chance forgave you for everything else that happened that night instantly. “He’s clearly about to blow a fuse.” 

“Nng…” Parker gritted his teeth, the thought of that going against the very nature of him. Still, he relented, moving to fully straddle Chance’s lap, who almost ascended right then and there. “Fine. You’re both fucking cheaters!”

“Actually, you’re the one who’s fucking cheaters.” 

“Please…” both of you paused at Chance’s whine, heads snapping to him in shock. His breath was ragged, his body flushed as he tried to keep himself under control. You exchanged a glance with each other, then, you sighed, moving closer to him to cup his cheeks, kissing his jaw, then his lips. He kissed back eagerly, holding onto Parker’s hips tightly as he did so. The campaign, the dice, the game of twister was completely forgotten in a blur of skin and wandering hands. Parker leaned down to slowly play with Chance’s nipples as he made out with you, his body being attacked on all fronts. He brought one hand to hold the back of your head, pulling you closer to him as the other moved to stroke Parker’s cock, still slick from its earlier encounter with you. Parker’s little sounds only fueled Chance, and in turn, you, who suddenly broke the kiss. 

Chance let out a greedy groan of protest, chasing your lips briefly before he is pushed down by Parker’s hands. He’d been denied so many times this night he almost expected you to just up and leave, and let him alone to deal with his own rampant horniness. But no, this time, he got what he wanted. This time, you moved your body up, and closer. 

“Mind if I—“ 

“Fucking Christ, just sit down.” Chance would have begged you for hours if it meant this was the end. But, for once, you gave it to him so easily, so readily, like you wanted him too. You hesitated, surprised by his sudden commanding tone. But then, you grinned, excitedly moving into position, facing Parker while straddling his face. You took your time lowering yourself down, but he wasted none grabbing onto your thighs, nails digging into you as his tongue got to work. Your sigh was everything to him, and his tongue moved quicker, deeper over and into you. He was so focused on the taste of you, he didn’t even notice Parker positioning himself above him until it was too late, until he was already sinking down. He moaned into your body, sending no doubt pleasurable vibrations over you. Chance immediately found your most sensitive spots, working them with downright expert precision as Parker began to ride him. That colourful bastard didn’t even bother to ease him into it, immediately beginning a rather sloppy, but brutal rhythm. 

Chance came rather quickly. He couldn’t help himself. He’d been practically edged and denied for hours on end, and now, he was being given everything he was dreaming of on a silver platter. He choked a little as the familiar rush of pleasure cascaded over him. His eyes opened just briefly, only to catch a glimpse of you and Parker, locked in a kiss over his body, neither of you stopping your rides. If refractory periods didn’t exist he would’ve cum again just at the sight. He shut his eyes tight again, trying to focus on making you reach your peak as his hips bucked up into Parker, desperate for more despite his mind screaming that it was too much. He would handle this. He wouldn’t waste another moment away from such divine bliss. 

When you finally finished on his tongue, he felt his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He eagerly lapped up your release as you shifted around to give him better access to you. Then, you moved off of him, allowing him a breather. His face was slick with you, and he eagerly licked his lips. You leaned down to press an oddly sweet kiss on his lips, which he revelled in for a long, long moment. 

The only one left was Parker, who, apparently, had the stamina of a god. Shit, he didn’t even look phased despite having been bouncing happily on Chance’s cock for what felt like ages. He grinned down at Chance, a rather feral look in his eyes. Remember the cat metaphor…? Yeah, he really was the mouse. 

“Looks like I win!”

“You saw this as a competition?” You raised your brows, mid fixing yourself up a little. “Oh, in that case… Chance, you royally lost.” 

“Gods…” he groaned out, unable to come up with any sort of witty retort when he was being taken like this. The overstimulation fried something in his brain, like it was severing the connections in his frontal lobe. “Please…”

“Fuck, Parker. Give the guy a break!” 

“Cheaters don’t get breaks.” He glares down at him. Man, he really doesn’t let things go, huh? 

You sighed, moving over to Chance again. You pulled up his limp torso, letting Parker hold him up as you moved behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder. You reached around him, tracing your hands up his body before they reached his sensitive nippled. He jolted back to life at the touch, letting out a strangled moan. It pushed him over the edge, another orgasm washing over him in waves. Fireworks sparked behind his eyes, his mind a foggy mess… and yet, Parker was still nowhere done with him. 

Your hand moved down to helpfully stroke Parker’s cock as he continued to ride, making him gasp, head falling onto Chance’s other shoulder. He sped up a bit, the second contact clearly doing something to make his resolve crumble. And soon enough, finally, finally, Parker came, letting out a shameless cry the whole house could probably hear. 

You all collapsed onto the floor in a tangled pile, with you at the bottom of it. You let out a pained ‘oof’, but couldn’t do much to protest even as you were being just a little bit crushed. Chance buried his face in your neck as he pulled Parker closer, making sure neither of you had any room to escape him again. 

“Golly gosh! We should play this game again!” 

“Give me a week’s recovery time… please…”