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Nobody told Tobias how hard it would be to stay cool during combat when his duo had decided not to bind. The man's tits were constantly catching his eye, the recoil of his shotgun was absorbed through his dense body and the kinetic energy was all sent to his chest, their poor enemies blasted away before they could admire the brilliance. He was sure he wasn't being covert with his ogling, catching the man's eye a few times before he'd return a smirk and go back to blasting faces off, somehow even hotter with blood speckled on his skin.
When they'd successfully pillaged for the rare bottle of.. some pink liquid, they were a bit underwhelmed.
"They want 2000 gold for this?" Graves picked up a heart shaped vial, half full from being rationed by the freaks they had just slaughtered, "I could drink this in one damn gulp!"
"You better not, I need to get my coat mended, the stitching is very particular and I popped a few."
"Aw c'mon, I'll get it fixed for ya, let's just take this one for ourselves, not like they'll give us the whole thing if the bottle’s only half."
"Oh yea? With what money? I tried pickin' your pockets, and they were barren."
"What kind of fool puts their money in a pocket? Not me, not when there's sticky fingers afoot."
"I'm sure you have a chest of riches buried somewhere, but I'm not bettin' you'd remember where ya buried it."
"Very funny. But seriously I'm keeping this."
"You can't just decide to keep the loot! I've got claims to this bottle too y'know."
"You see how hard they fought for this? Nah, I'm seein' what this puppy does. Besides, I did all the work, didn't I? You just stood there eyein' me."
Tobias huffed, unable to refute, "..fine. I'm sippin' that too though." They trudged through the carnage Graves had created when they entered, Fate stealing glances at the man's bobbing chest as he walked.
"Fuck, just stare or don't, I can see you from the corner of my eye and all your head turnin' is pissin' me off."
He rolled his eyes, "fine. I won't look away." His attention drew away from the rubble in front of them, causing the man to stumble a few times and nearly fall ass over tits as he committed to perving, drawing a laugh out of his partner.
"I'm guessin' you like that I didn't bind today?"
"No." He huffed, "Too distracting. You move way too much for me to not look."
"They're extra defense, and hey, if it distracts the enemies too then they've also done their job." They exited through a wall that Graves had blasted open, triggering a flashback for Tobias, the image of the man's chest absorbing the blast, taking the brunt of the aftershock and protecting his internal organs from most of the overpressure the explosive shell had created.
"But I guess it don't help when my partner's too busy starin." He glanced over at the man, catching him as he was raising his eyes, "you had it all handled! I was throwin' cards the whole time, promise!" Graves laughed and elbowed him, "I believe ya, just try aiming for them next time!"
"Shit, sorry Mal, I didn't realize"
"I thought you was just gettin my attention."
Tobias felt a bit too awkward to respond, unsure if he'd maybe gone overboard with all his creeping. He was taken out of his thoughts when a big arm was thrown around his shoulders, "so how's about we celebrate eh? We'll split it like always." He watched Graves take a swig of the pink liquid, then took his half when the bottle was offered. It was harsh, forcing a gag out of him that he had to tank, not wanting to waste their well earned booty. "Lord, Malcolm how'd you down that? Tastes like them chemicals we'd scrub the damn deck with." He felt a shrug, arm still firmly around him, "I've swallowed worse." He squeezed and laughed at Fate's misery.
"This is a nice bottle ain't it? I'm definitely fillin' this with whiskey next chance I get." He tucked it in his loot bag and waited for a response, "why so quiet there? Can't handle a little drink?" Tobias had once again been lost in his thoughts, replaying every moment of their escapades and feeling his face flush red. "Nothin I just-.. it threw me off y'know?" He lied, "it looks like it'd taste like candy don't it? And you made it look all easy."
"I make everything look easy."
He began feeling the uncomfortable heat from being pressed up against Graves as they walked. He ran his hand through his braids, wiping the sweat from his forehead and feeling a breeze hit them, unaffecting his own temperature. He'd never felt this way around his partner, of course he'd always admired the man's good looks, but it never had him feeling so bashful.
"I'm also real worn out from the fight I think." He heard another laugh.
"I did all the heavy lifting, you just stood there starin' like an idiot."
Tobias scoffed and lightly jabbed him with his elbow, "it's just an off day maybe. Whatever, get off my back, asshole." This really wasn't what he needed, not like he already felt embarrassed about his perving, he was gonna hear about it forever. "Damn don't get all pissy," Graves threw his arms up in defense, loss of contact still unaffecting Fate's flushed state.
"I'm just messin' with ya. I think it's cute how much you like my cannons." That certainly didn't help either, if he could, he would've turned even more red. "Your what? Mal what kinda name is that?" It got a laugh out of Tobias. Clearly he didn't need to feel weird around his partner, who was already as weird as can be. "If you like em you'll have to accept their names. It's the only way." Graves slung his arm back around his shoulders, "you like em, don'tcha?"
"Why the hell are you askin' me that?" He dodged the question, certain it had already been answered anyway.
"I'm just wonderin." In truth, his favourite past time was pushing his partner's buttons, and this happened to be a very entertaining button. He studied the man's face, tanned skin reddened and slick with sweat. He felt his own hot flashes washing over his body, all radiating from one sensitive area.
"Now you gonna tell me what's actually wrong or do I gotta force it out of ya?"
"I told ya already, lay off it" he didn't expect Graves to stop and force him to look right at him, "You know I don't like it when you lie. We're partners ain't we? Ain't no reason to keep secrets." Tobias' mouth went dry, no words able to escape it as his mind was full of don't look down don't look down . Unfortunately the other's intense stare forced him to avert his eyes to the only place they wanted to go. He looked back up when he heard another chuckle, "These? Can't get em outta your head?" He hesitantly nodded, not believing what he saw when the outlaw pulled his vest apart and flashed him. "If you wanted to see em, all you had to do was ask." He pushed them together, "I don't mind y'know. I told ya, it's cute how much you think I don't see you starin' at em."
Tobias felt faint when most of his blood had rushed directly below his belt "I-I don't feel good Mal, just a sec.." He backed up a few paces until his back hit a tree, sliding down it and watching the man cover back up. He cursed at himself, upset that his body had failed him at the prime moment and he hadn't truly been able to savour it. Graves kneeled beside him, "aw don't worry about it, they got that effect y'know? Happens to everyone," he joked, "you really weren't lyin' about feelin' bad, huh?" Tobias couldn't muster the strength to roll his eyes, and they were busy looking elsewhere anyways. "Need me to carry you back or somethin?" Fate shook his head, "nah, I'll just rest for a moment.. Thanks by the way, for flashin' me."
They locked eyes again and Tobias noticed the other was similarly flushed, "I figured you earned it, lookin' all upset at yourself for not helpin'." He shrugged. Tobias found it painful to look straight at him, it gave him a tightness in his chest (and pants) that flustered him, much to Malcolm's annoyance. He finally grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look, "Stop doin' that!" He huffed, "I like lookin' at that darn pretty face."
When he got no response except for a wide eyed stare, he lurched forward and smashed their lips together. They seperated too soon for Tobias' liking, igniting a fire inside him that took over his body. "There! Is that what you wanted? Cant take a damn hint can ya?" Graves was caught completely off-guard when he was thrown back by Tobias tackling him, their lips connecting again in a sloppy kiss as the man let his urges consume him.
Once he had realized what he did wasn't just a fleeting image in his imagination, he sat up horrified, and watched Graves for a reaction as he caught his breath from being winded. "Damn... I didn't think you had it in ya," he chuckled, "I've been waiting' for that all day to be honest." He folded his hands behind his head and grinned, "so what's your next move, cowboy?" Tobias acted before his brain could process everything, reaching forwards and pulling the man's vest apart, looking somewhat timid as his hands took over and started fondling him, breathing heavily and beginning to tremble slightly.
"Ain't no reason to be so nervous," Malcolm took his hands from behind his head and placed them on Fate's thighs, "we're all good here ain't we?" He reassured, squeezing and watching the red faced man react, surprised there was even any blood left to colour him. Graves himself was feeling sweaty with how flushed he had become, and the bulge in his partner's pants seemed to intensify it. When Tobias followed his gaze, his breath got heavier, "I'm sorry Mal I-I don't know what's wrong with me.." He looked uncharacteristically close to tears, overwhelmed by their predicament.
As he pouted, Malcolm couldn't help but be annoyed, so the simple fix was to reach up to cup his cheek gently, tangling his fingers in those long braids before yanking him down to shove their lips together. The man practically melted into it, fear out the window as they let their hands explore each other.
As soon as they broke out of the kiss, Malcolm was sliding his hands into the man's coat and then soon pulling it off, enjoying seeing him shiver at the cool night air, his nipples reacting by perking up. He shot up and latched himself to one, earning a gasp that turned into a moan. Fate practically hugged his head, gripping at his hair intermittently while he forced his hands through the locks, slipping the bandana off. Malcolm showed no mercy attacking the tender nipples, the whining now accompanied with the man rolling his hips, "God's Mal you're too fucking good...~" The man was swirling his tongue around the bud of his nipple, flicking it occasionally and making sure to switch sides to give both equal attention, squeezing and twisting the other with his finger in the meantime.
Tobias couldn't even form words anymore, a string of half finished sentences cut off by his own moans was pouring out of his mouth, many pleas thrown in to accompany them. He was able to catch his breath when Malcolm pulled away to work at undoing his belt and pants, and not a second too late as they had been growing tighter and tighter by the minute. As his undergarments were pulled down, he let out a small huff of surprise when the cold air met his hot erection, his near sobs returning as his cock was stroked, "I need you Malcolm, I-I need you so bad I can't stand it" his pleas worked, mostly because his partner was practically salivating at the sight of him, and in no time, he'd pushed him off and dove in to force the whole thing down his throat, causing Fate to swoon backwards with a whimper, laying on the ground before grabbing onto the man's hair when he tried to pull away "Nono please I-" he looked down to meet his eyes, about to apologize before Graves huffed out of his nose and continued throating him, having him throw his head back against the hard ground as he raked his hands through the hair.
When Malcolm was freed from his gag, he didn't bother wiping his face "fuck I never seen you like this, you really that pent up?" Tobias wiped the sweat from his forehead and weakly looked up at him, "I never seen me like this neither... again I-I'm sorry." He saw Graves roll his eyes, "shut your mouth, Tobias, I'm not doin' you a favour, I'm just as horny as you, and I think I oughtta get repaid." TF shot up and pulled him into another kiss, his hand snaking up to his breasts again while Malcolm tried to remove his pauldrons and the cloth wrapped around his waist. He tore off his vest hastily and went to messing with the cloth around Fate's waist, clitoris throbbing each time the man squeezed his nipples. When he was nearly bare chested, Tobias spent no time tossing the final piece— a leather strap— up over his shoulder before his face was buried in his chest, victorious in his goal of motor-boating his hairy chested partner in crime. He was caught off guard though when the man moved closer to sit on his lap, taking his cock in hand again to slowly stroke it, prompting Tobias to suck on one of his nipples for a distraction.
Graves started grinding his hips, his swollen clit yearning to be freed from its cloth prison and united with the hard cock on the other side of it. Fate mustered up the courage to shove his hand into the man's pants and feel just how wet he was "My.. you weren't kiddin about bein' horny," he let out a nervous laugh. Malcolm shook his head "I would never joke about that," he lied "I told you, just as horny as you, think about that." Tobias realized that meant he had to get a move on, dipping his fingers lower until they were able to tease against his labia, hesitating before easily slipping inside of him.
Their lips met again as Malcolm rolled his hips, needing more friction. Tobias removed his fingers and pinched the erect clit between his pointer and middle finger, rubbing them together while being pushed down by his partner's body, their aggression growing as much as their arousal before Graves was rolling off of him to hastily kick off his pants. "I knew you was takin’ stuff for it but damn Mal, I didn't know it could get that big.." Tobias had never been with a man like Malcolm before, new to how testosterone could affect his body.
Without a word, Graves pounced back ontop and used his partner's cock to rub himself, their shaky breaths syncing as their tips massaged one another, and before long Malcolm had enough of the flustered eye contact and decided to give Twisted Fate what he didn't know he wanted.
When he turned around in the man's lap he knew the confusion would dissipate as his ass backed up into his face, and the man sure got the memo as he grabbed Malcolm's hips and pulled him closer, going to work with his tongue and feeling surprised when the favour was returned. Lucky Graves, all he ever needed was something down his throat to release some of his own tension, the warm mouth sucking his t-dick also helped he supposed. But the even warmer cock down his throat was his main priority, pulling away to see his spit and drool cascading down the shaft before he went back down and gave more attention to the tip, licking around it as his partner mimicked him while groping every possible spot on his thighs and ass.
After making good use of their mouths, Malcolm patted the man's leg and leaned forward, allowing Tobias to slip out from underneath him while he propped himself on his elbows, ass up. He hadn't expected how eager his partner was, but all that teasing had taken hold of him and he wasted no time jumping on him, his cock slamming in full force and knocking Graves forward in a prone position with something close to a squeal escaping his mouth. Tobias kept himself still, the warmness of Graves satisfying him for the time being while he struggled to apologize "I'm- I don't know why I-" his breath hitched as realization hit him "Malcolm the bottle- I think the stuff we drank-"
"No shit! it's pink and fuckin' heart shaped, get goin!"
Fate's heart skipped a beat, did Malcolm know the whole time? The thoughts dissipated when Malcolm gripped around him, desperate to feel him more. He rocked his hips slowly, quickly realizing they were past the need for gentle movements, so he opted to pull out to his tip, then thrust back in hard like he'd first done, repeating in a steady rhythm that didn't over nor underwhelm them. Graves was limp underneath him, so he opted to place his hands in front of his shoulders to keep him close, angling his harsh thrusts downwards to punch his g-spot, receiving cries of pleasure in turn each time it was hit. When he quickened his pace the man grabbed onto his arms and dug his nails in, too preoccupied to care about the higher pitch of his wonderful noises, noises which rang in the other's head as he farmed for more of the ear candy.
Malcolm seemed to be trying to tell him something, but the words sputtered into nothing, especially as Fate took notice and pounded him harder, and though the man's insides squeezed him tight, his cock easily slid in and out, warm lubrication leaking from the other as the potions effects had full control of their bodies. Malcolm trembled as a puddle of drool formed in the dirt under his agape mouth, his tremble turning into spasms before he fell limp as his partner still showed no mercy, wishing he had a mirror to see the man's eyes rolling back in his head.
Tobias thought up different positions, and which would be best for both of them, Malcolms vulnerability giving him a lot more confidence and energy. Though the pleasure was breaking him slightly, his partner had quieted down, which helped with maintaining his poise. He was impressed with himself, not lasting this long before, especially not while thinking of Malcolm. Come to think of it, he'd missed seeing his face. He took a moment's break to roll him onto his side and pull his leg up, watching him twitch and huff with every breath.
Tobias ran his hand down the man's side and up his leg, hugging it to his chest as he teased his cock against him until Graves glared at him, drawing the blood back to his cheeks. Why did that make him feel so flustered? They're already having sex, it's not like he had to be shy or anything. Tobias swallowed the lump in his throat and leaned forward, keeping eye contact as his cock pushed in, then smiling when Graves couldn't win the stare down, rewarding him with his beautiful faces of pleasure.
"C'mon Malcolm, dont'cha wanna make some noise for me?" He slid his hand up and down the man's thigh as he pushed in deep and slow, making sure to roll his hips as close to the other's, trying to feel every bit of him as Graves finally choked out a moan, seeming to regret giving this much power to his accomplice. "There you go sugar, don't be shy no more, it's just us"
Graves rolled his eyes, obviously never having been the shy one, though he had been holding back a little. He yelped when his ass was slapped, glancing up at Fate who was cuddling his leg and kissing it, "y'know you can do that with my damn face.” He rolled onto his back and grabbed him by the braids again to yank him down into another kiss, the man never breaking his addictive rhythm as their bodies slid perfectly together. Malcolm forced his tongue into the other's mouth, needing to be that much closer to him, wishing by some force of the gods that they'd merge together forever, feeling this ecstasy for eternity.
The feeling was hard enough for them to put into words, but worse was the utter dispair they felt being apart and knowing they would lose each other and this energy that magnetized them. The clashing of emotion drove them wild as they grew closer to their climax, clawing at each other as if they were drifting apart even though there was no space between them- until Tobias let a sob slip through.
They opened their eyes to see eachother both tear stricken, realizing they were both feeling quite the same intensity, thus any shame was out the window. Tobias hung his head and pressed his forehead into the chest below him as his hips acted on their own whim, rocking erratically to hit the perfect spot, bringing Graves right out of his momentary surprise and sending those strong arms around his head, burying Fate between his breasts. His whimpers and cries were loud enough to reach the man smothered in his bosom and sent him over the edge, no other thought in his mind except for the bliss of release that transferred to the other when he felt a warm feeling inside of him that sparked his own orgasm like flint to steel.
Their bodies instantly relaxed, all of their limbs turning to mush as they felt themselves melt into each other, the despair of losing one another fading away with each breath and the sensation of becoming one washing over their bodies, a feeling better than their orgasms.
They were somewhat disappointed to meet face to face again when Fate lifted his head, breaking the spell the drug had cast on their psyches. They hadn't melded into one. And each knew the other was just as distraught that they weren't seeing through the same eyes.
They laid for some time, Graves overtaking the monumental task of lifting his hand to rest it on his partner's head, now feeling glad that they hadn't merged or anything, as he enjoyed that weight on his chest, having something to hold tight and never let go.
ok i forgot about the part where graves takes TF's coat off but ignore that im not redrawing it
future fics will probably include drawings!