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FIVE
Generally speaking, Lyle was annoying. Just the worst. He'd been annoying since the first time Five had laid eyes on him, all supercilious smirk and puffed-up swagger. While that might have been enough to sway a meathead like Diego into welcoming him with open arms, it had only made Five more suspicious. And rightly so, as it had turned out. But that was all water under the bridge after saving Lyle's bullet-ridden ass and shutting down the Handler's attempted coup, right? Especially when the wily bastard ran out on them at the first opportunity. Five certainly hadn't expected to ever see him again. Why, then, had the mention of his return felt like a long-held sigh of relief?
Maybe it was the fact that, as grudging as Five was to admit it, Lyle was the single most competent individual he had ever met. Other than himself, of course. That was why, after all those weird disappearances and the growing sense of unease as to what it might mean for this timeline, finding out that someone might be around to talk it through with, sounded almost...acceptable. Not disagreeable. No need to get too carried away with the adjectives, this was still Lyle he was talking about, after all. Yes, they'd sit down and have a calm, logical discussion. Get to the bottom of everything. That's how it would go.
Pushing open the door to the hotel's bath and spa, Five found himself immediately regretting his life decisions. Right, bathrooms had baths, the little voice in the back of his head supplied. And partially submerged in the large marble tub directly in front of him, with bubbles barely covering the surface of the water, was a very naked and very wet Lyle. He was all broad shoulders, glistening pecs, and golden skin; exactly like one might have imagined he would be, if one were so inclined to imagine one's sworn nemesis unclothed and covered with soap. Hypothetically.
"The hell are you doing here?!" Five blurted out defensively, the very sight feeling like a full-on attack.
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LYLE
"Rubbing off twenty-four hours' worth of mistakes and disappointments."
The creak of the door made Lyle stop mid-scrub but he eased when a friendlier face greeted him. He smirked, watching as Five froze in place, his gaze flickering, skimming over Lyle’s exposed chest before lingering, then dragging lower.
"Why?" Lyle’s voice dripped with amusement. "You wanna stay and watch?"
He patted the edge of the tub, pushing damp strands of hair back so he could see better. It had been close to a decade since they’d last stood face to face, and Five had changed. The boyish softness was gone, carved into sharp cheekbones and a gaze hardened by time even though it had only been a few days since their last meeting. His shoulders had broadened, filling out the flannel and tan vest. (Thank God nobody had to move cargo because they could have used Five and his enormous pockets.)
"Take a seat, Five. I don’t mind the company." Lyle’s chuckle turned into a sigh as he leaned forward to play with a handful of iridescent bubbles. His smirk deepened. "Or better yet, ditch all those pockets and get in."
The familiar chagrin tugged at Five’s expression, his lips curving just enough to press into that same dimple Lyle remembered. It was subtle, but he caught it. He had invited him in for a reason, not just for the company, but to see for himself how time had left its mark.
This last jump had been different. Time had moved through Five instead of him moving through time, and that only made Lyle’s curiosity prickle at the back of his mind.
For years, he had studied countless alternate versions of Five after they’d disappeared. Finally free from his mother, with information at his fingertips, he had uncovered so much that summer alone. But no matter how many files he dug through, how many faces he analyzed, Five remained the most fascinating puzzle. The way his mind worked, it had all managed to burrow under Lyle’s skin.
Every evening, as the sun dipped past the office window, he would sit back and observe the different versions of Five, tracing the tiny changes, the evolving mannerisms. But one thing never shifted.
His eyes.
The deep blue at the edges, constantly threatening to overtake the green. The in-between hues, like the restless tides of a pristine sea.
And now, after all that searching, all that waiting, those same eyes blinked back at him. His pupils expanded, swallowing the dim light, pulling the color into an abyss of black. Each time Lyle moved, the bubbles shifted, the water lapping at the sides of the tub.
Lyle leaned back, seeing the wheels turning in Five’s mind, filled with hesitation and calculation. Out of the corner of his eye, his gaze flickered to the knife tucked beneath the towel. Insurance, in case Diego got nosy and decided to peek. But at this point, a little toss-around with Five seemed like a far better use for the blade.
Just to get the blood flowing.
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FIVE
With every shift Lyle made in that damned bathtub, bubbles dissipated and the water around him sloshed up the walls and over the edges, leaving just a little less behind each time to cover where his torso met the surface. Five was determinedly not looking in that direction. Anymore. Shoving his hands in his pockets, both to disguise any fidgeting and to strike his best 'completely unaffected' stance, he gave a derisive huff. The best defense was a strong offense, after all, and he had no problems dredging up a steady supply of scorn with the company he kept.
Briefly, he wondered what sort of company Lyle had ended up with after leaving that barn back in Dallas. It had been less than a week since Five had last seen the other agent, but it looked like much more than that had passed for Lyle. While he didn't seem to have aged noticeably, he had grown his hair out and seemed to be cultivating some sort of perpetually stubbled rock god aesthetic. It fit with his tendency to lose his shirt at the drop of a hat, at least.
"Don't flatter yourself, Lyle, I like my men a little less likely to kill me in my sleep."
Well, Five wasn't lying exactly. One of them had fallen under that category. The fact that the individual in question was his brother and therefore had a vested interest in keeping him alive probably didn't need to be elaborated upon. As for the rest, well, the road to hell is paved with what one would have liked, yada yada.
Another slosh had his eyes darting—nope, not that way—back to Lyle's face just in time to see the telling glance towards the towel. Shifting his weight slightly back into a more mobile position, Five readied himself for what was sure to be a complete waste of time they didn't have. Some things just never changed.
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LYLE
Lyle stood up, the soap bubbles bursting as he moved, though he barely noticed. His muscles tensed instinctively. He liked the way Five’s gaze dragged slowly down his body, how the sharp focus in his eyes wavered, scattering like static. Cute, really, how he thought he was so good at hiding it.
Leaning just over the bathtub, Lyle reached for the towel, keeping the knife handle secure under his thumb, hidden from view. Through the wet strands clinging to his face, he caught Five tracking his every movement, the almost imperceptible shift in his stance giving him away.
The moment his fingers curled around the handle, he saw that faint flicker of power beginning to coil around Five’s hand, like a trigger pulled halfway. Lyle exhaled sharply, a low grunt escaping as he swung his arm back. Decades, timelines—none of it had changed their dynamic. He had to test it, just to see if anything had shifted beyond Five’s appearance.
The knife slipped awkwardly in his soapy grip, but by his will, he curved its trajectory midair. It sliced cleanly through the humid bathroom, landing with a solid thunk against the door.
Water dripped from his hair as he shoved it back, droplets running in thin rivulets down his bare shoulder. A smirk tugged at his lips.
“I was hoping to at least knock that fedora off.” His laughter rang out, echoing back in doubles. Water sloshed as he stepped out of the tub, unconcerned by the growing puddle at his feet.
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FIVE
What was wrong with the fedora? It was a great hat. Before Five could protest, though, Lyle blinked out of sight. Five started to turn, anticipating where Lyle was headed, but not before a large hand landed on his shoulder and hurled him backwards, head slamming into a mirror. Wow, Lyle really did hate the hat.
Shaking off shards of broken glass, Five popped back up, instinctively falling into a defensive posture with fists at the ready. Not ready enough, though. The blow to the head had left him more dazed than he realized, and Lyle moved like a rattlesnake. A glistening wet rattlesnake with chiseled abs and a truly unfair shoulder-to-waist ratio. A swift kick to the stomach left him wheezing, immediately followed by not one but two fists to the jaw. What the hell were they even fighting about, again? God, he hated this guy. So. Much.
He dropped to the ground with a groan, gaze landing on a nearby towel. That would do. Springing back up, Five whipped the towel around Lyle's arm, using it as leverage to twist him around. Another swing brought the fabric over and around Lyle's neck. Perfect garrotting position, though the padded texture of the towel was less than ideal for effectively restricting airways. Well, beggars couldn't be choosers. He planted a foot in the small of Lyle's (broad. toned. annoying!) back and pulled with all of his strength, hoping that it would be enough.
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LYLE
Lyle’s eyes squeezed shut as the towel pressed against his throat, his smirk lingering as the foot on his back drove him deeper into it. Five never gave him an inch, mostly because he knew Lyle would take a yard. And honestly? It was nice to have someone who could match him, who didn’t pull their punches, who could send his vision spinning.
“Tigh-ter” he gritted out with his last breath, a grin creeping onto his lips when he heard Five’s inevitable sigh of exasperation. He knew that sigh. And just as he expected, Five loosened his grip just long enough for Lyle to seize the moment, letting his weight rebound as he twisted at the last second, crashing straight into him.
The impact sent them both tumbling, but Lyle was quick, slipping a hand behind Five’s head just before they hit the cold tiles. Five groaned beneath him, pinned under his weight, and it wasn’t until then that Lyle became acutely aware of just how starkly naked he was.
They panted, breath evening out as Lyle watched Five blink through the haze. Lyle’s raven hair hung damp and disheveled, wet strands brushing against Five’s face as he tried to shake them away. Now that they were inches apart, Lyle took a moment to really look at him—to note the differences. The same long lashes, but darker, thicker. The freckles and moles scattered across his face, new details he hadn’t committed to memory before. The many pockets pressing into Lyle’s ribs and stomach, their zippers biting into his skin.
Five squirmed, pushing against him, but Lyle only shifted, pressing more of his weight into his hips and dropping his face closer. When their eyes finally met, Lyle smirked. “I forgot how much I hated you, you puny little turd. Is that one of your many pockets I feel, or did you just miss me?”
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FIVE
Damn it, Five cursed inwardly, of course this would happen on the one day that he finally decided to go sans tie. There was a reason he took great care in selecting that particular accessory, and he felt practically naked without one. Nothing else had the satisfying friction of a good jacquard weave and the superior tensile strength of mulberry silk. Definitely not this stupid, fluffy cotton hotel towel, which was probably doing nothing more than giving Lyle a slight rash. Why, the fact that he was even able to make a sound was -- what did he just say? Oh, he had to be kidd--
And then Five was on the floor. Again. Really, he'd been hoping to avoid developing chronic back pain in this new body, but given the number of tumbles he'd taken over the past two weeks, it looked like that was simply not in the cards. The universe just really hated him that much. No, wait, it hated him even more than he'd previously suspected, because what he'd thought was just the towel landing on him in that half second of disorientation now applied its full weight onto him, revealing itself to be an entire other person. This was definitely not the sort of face-to-face that he'd been about to propose when he'd walked into this bathroom.
Lyle was much heavier than he'd expected. All those stupid sculpted muscles, he supposed. In this position, flattened like a museum specimen, Five had absolutely no leverage to use against someone with that much of a size advantage. That didn't mean he wasn't thrashing with all his might, though. It was infuriating. That was what that strange twisting feeling in his stomach was, wasn't it? It had the familiar heat of anger, anyway -- raised heart rate, quickened breathing, that feeling like hot syrup flowing down to his... oh shit.
And yes, Lyle noticed. Of course he did. It only made his already aggravating smile grow wider. Those eyes were pools of dark chocolate, deep enough to drown in. Christ, he could feel Lyle's every plane and bulge, they were pressed together so tightly. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Five registered that yes, he did actually have the power of space manipulation and now would be a great time to use it, but the rest of his body seemed to be utterly against that idea. When did that even happen?
If only there was a way to quiet the intrusive thoughts now running rampant through his head. Some way to wipe that accursed grin off Lyle's face. So, Five did the only sensible thing left in such a situation and clashed their mouths together in an urgent, punishing kiss.
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LYLE
Five tasted like coconuts. And, strangely, soap.
Okay, maybe the soap was from Lyle’s hair still brushing against Five’s face, but still—Five was kissing him, and everything else just dissipated.
Maybe this was just to shut him up, but if this was going to be the general plan for keeping him quiet, Lyle planned on running his mouth until his tongue fell off. Preferably in Five’s mouth.
His shoulders relaxed as Five’s lips tugged at his, drawing him in. He sank onto his elbows, caging Five beneath him. He felt the soft tickle of Five’s bangs against his arm, the heat of his hand sliding onto his ribs. Then a sudden jolt—metal dragging over the zipper of Five’s vest as his pierced nipples skimmed against it, sharp shiver racing down his legs and straight to the growing ache between them, where his eager friend now pressed insistently against his new buddy.
Settling his weight over Five’s thigh, he let gravity pull him deeper. His head tilted, chasing more of him—more taste, more warmth, more breath skimming over his dewy skin.
For the first time since landing in this timeline, his mind emptied. The relentless static, the anxious white noise, the what-the-fuck-do-I-do-now panic—gone. All he could focus on was the way Five’s legs shifted beneath him, the breathy sounds between their lips, and the rhythmic plink, plink, plink echoing somewhere in the corner.
As far as he could guess, the world was still doomed. Their situation was probably even worse. The suitcase was busted. He had come here for help, to grovel, not to his pleasure (okay, maybe just 15% at his pleasure), to this smug bastard in hopes of figuring out what came next—if there even was a next.
But when a man was kissing you and his dick wasn’t lying, the general rule in Lyle’s life was to keep going.
He shifted his legs again, refusing to break their kiss, straddling Five to make sure he didn’t go anywhere. His fingers skimmed over the endless fucking layers of clothing, desperate to get past them. When he finally did, Five’s skin was softer than he expected. Warmer than a radiator in a nuclear winter.
Five wasn’t just on paper anymore. He was here, pinned beneath him, his body solid, his breath hitched, real in a way Lyle hadn’t been prepared for.
His hands wandered just past Five’s belly button, and a quiet gasp slipped from him, cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps. Quick, light, skipping.
Please don’t. Do not come in. Keep walking.
But of course, the door shot open, and the footsteps skidded to a sharp halt on the tiles.
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KLAUS
A distinct singsong voice called into the bathroom, echoing off the tiled walls. "Helloooo, Five? What's taking you so long in here, you already shaved this wee-- Oh." Klaus pulled up short, hand flying to his chest in a gesture halfway between shock and delight. He wasn't quite sure if what he was seeing on the floor was actually real or a figment of his very creative and easily titillated imagination. Whatever it was, though, he liked it.
"Well, I was just coming up here to tell you the good news, but it looks like you two have started celebrating already!" Slinking in the rest of the way, Klaus closed the door behind him and sat on the edge of a bathtub, where he could get a good view. He flapped his hands at Lyle and Five in a 'carry on' sort of manner. "No, no, don't mind me, please continue. I'll just make myself comfy. Right. Here." He wiggled a bit on his seat and gave them a beaming smile.
"Klaus! This isn't wha--" Five began, eyes darting between Lyle and Klaus with a textbook expression of inner conflict. Whatever he was going to say, however, was subsequently silenced by Lyle's tongue being shoved back in his mouth, which caused him to make a sound that started in a growl and ended in a whine.
"Oh pish, I hope it's exactly what it looks like. And if it isn't, then who better than moi to help out?" As if to make his point, Klaus twirled one finger, then pointed to the stretch of neck directly below the angle of Five's jaw. "You're gonna want to suck just there, amigo. Not the neck, more the underside. As hard as you can." He waggled an eyebrow at Lyle, even as Five gave a muffled sound of outrage. "Trust me."
Sitting back with a satisfied look, Klaus continued talking as if giving a speech to the room. "So! As I was saying, isn't it so nice when everybody gets along?" He glanced over to Lyle and nodded approvingly at his technique. "You two are hitting it off, Luther convinced the Sparrows to help out, we're all just one big happy superpowered family!" Klaus gave a contented little sigh. "Anyway, they need you, Lyle, for the actual plan and their Five -- who's also Luther's new boo -- wanted to run some calculations by our Five, so maybe try to avoid any more head injuries and the like until after that's done..." He winced a little, now noticing all the little cuts and bruises both parties were sporting.
"But they think that the plan is 95% likely to succeed and, really, I thought that was a good enough reason to pop this open." Klaus held up the large bottle of Veuve Clicquot and took a long swig as he watched the proceedings. With a shrug, he slid onto the floor, now only a few feet away. If they'd wanted him gone, he would have been by now, so he might as well get a ringside seat.
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LYLE
"Oh, it's just Klaus," Lyle sighed, exhaling through his nose. Strangely, he didn't mind being this exposed in front of him. Klaus had always been the most open-minded out of everyone—and, more importantly, just as violently and unabashedly gay as Lyle. And Five too, he supposed. The firm press against his leg only seemed to solidify as Klaus walked in.
Lyle’s hand continued its slow exploration under Five’s shirt, now actively searching for more skin. Even Klaus had his button-down practically flapping open as he settled into the seat next to them, looking all too comfortable. Lyle took his advice, trailing his mouth down Five’s cheek and along his jaw, sucking lightly at the skin. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Five’s gaze flick toward Klaus.
Yeah… These two had definitely fucked before, probably between multiple apocalyptic crises, and the way Five’s eyes lingered on Klaus’ body was proof enough that this was going to escalate tonight.
"Here, let me help with that. Jesus, Five, why are you so inaccessible today? The suit is already hard enough to get off you," Klaus whined, setting the heavy bottle down with a dull thud.
"Here good?" Lyle asked, thumb pressing against Five’s jaw, still pinning him in place. The weight of their gazes bore into him, predatory and heavy, like cheetahs sizing up a gazelle. He didn’t need confirmation, not when Five’s small whimper vibrated against his throat, but Lyle wanted more. He wanted to see exactly what Klaus knew. All the hidden spots that weren’t in any of those damned files.
Klaus hummed, nodding. "Looks good on you, Five." He grinned but leaned down, whispering against his face as his fingers worked at the vest. When Lyle kissed lower, Klaus gestured—collarbone, the dip where shoulder met neck—and when the shirt finally came off, the soft skin above Five’s sternum. Each press of lips pulled a small reaction from him, little arches and gasps that just begged for more.
Klaus’ constant encouragement had Lyle using Five like a test subject, like a live experiment. How else could Klaus help deliver the good news of yet another timeline saved? Two birds, one well-placed stone. Klaus popped the button of Five’s pants; Lyle yanked them off, his movements smooth despite the damp tiles beneath them.
"So in the end, we didn’t even need the damn suitcases," Lyle muttered, flicking his gaze toward the two useless, fizzlingy black bags. He was relieved, survival no longer weighed on him, not when this was happening instead. But when he turned back, Klaus had already grabbed Five’s chin, continuing the slow, deliberate tangle of tongues that Lyle had started.
He didn’t hesitate to keep going, sliding his hand up Five’s thigh, stripping away the last barrier between them. He kissed down his hip, trailing over the defined edges of muscle, until one press of lips made Five’s hips jerk. Klaus’ dark hair cast shadows over their faces, but their soft, breathy gasps echoed back to Lyle, all the confirmation he needed.
When his tongue flicked over the sensitive tip of Five’s cock, Klaus used his weight to keep him pinned, both of them devouring every inch of what Five had to offer.
If Lyle’s philosophy of "Whatever you can do, I can do better" held, then as far as Lyle was concerned, the world ending was on indefinite hold until he mastered this part of Five, too.
With a slow swirl of his tongue, Lyle swallowed him down, hands firm on his waist, pinning him in place. Klaus worked higher, his mouth latched onto the sensitive skin beneath Five’s jaw again, sucking until more bruises bloomed like poppies greeting the warm spring.
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FIVE
With just Lyle in the room, Five had been half entertaining the idea that the universe meant this as some sort of bizarre penance for his past wrongdoings. If he could rationalize what was happening as a transactional situation, it would be easier to step away afterwards without any of the messy attachments that always threatened to appear whenever they were in each other's vicinity. Something at the back of his head kept warning him, however, that it would never be that simple where Lyle was concerned. Despite only having met a couple of weeks ago, it already felt like they understood each other far too well. There would be no going back after heading down that slippery slope.
Which should have been all the reason Five needed to blink away, put a stop to this charade before it got any further. He was going to, he really was, no matter how addictive those sweet lips were, or how good Lyle's hands felt on his now feverish skin. The moment Klaus entered the picture, though, he had to wonder how much someone up there must hate him for things to go so horribly wrong -- or was it right? Because saying no to one impossibly attractive naked man writhing on top of him was difficult enough. Having another -- one that he'd been having wet dreams about since he was capable of such things, no less -- casually invite himself into the scenario as well, waving away Five's weak attempt at an excuse as if stopping them was unimaginable... well, no man is an island, right?
As if sensing Five's crumbling resolve, Klaus immediately insinuated himself into the pile on the bathroom floor, all the while goading Lyle on with what Five would have deemed the most traitorous suggestions if he weren't busy being rendered a mindless wreck by two of the most talented mouths in creation. He was going to fucking kill them both. Or just fuck them both, then threaten to kill them. Or... Christ, Lyle didn't have a gag reflex, did he? Yeah, never mind, it was becoming more and more obvious that he was the one who was well and truly fucked.
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KLAUS
Let it never be said that Klaus Hargreeves wasn't capable of decisive leadership skills when properly motivated. True, the things that motivated him were few and far between, but he'd definitely stumbled upon one that evening in the hotel bathroom. Not the strangest place he'd done that sort of thing, by far. Klaus was nothing if not adaptable. Moving carefully to avoid interrupting the others, he maneuvered himself partly under Five for better access.
While Lyle sucked Five off like the world's handsomest shop vac, Klaus wasted no time digging a packet of lube from his back pocket and liberally coating his hand before reaching down to prod between Five's splayed thighs. Finding his target, he plunged two fingers in, swallowed the resulting whine with an open-mouthed kiss. He reached over to give Lyle's head a brief pat of apology with his other hand as Five bucked forward, caught between the two of them and still looking utterly confused as to how he had ended up there.
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LYLE
Five’s hips bucked into his mouth, and Lyle took every inch he could, letting spit trail down his chin with each choke. He gathered his hair in one hand, holding it back as Five writhed beneath Klaus’ fingers, stretching him open just below Lyle’s ribs.
His eyes stung, vision blurred with tears, but he still tried to see. Through the haze, all he caught were flashes of Klaus and Five tangled together, their tongues aggressive, possessive. Five’s hand twisted in Klaus’ curls and Klaus’ hands slithered around Five’s neck like a leash, and somewhere beneath it all, Lyle felt every curl and thrust of Klaus’ fingers driving deeper.
Klaus twisted them again, hitting that spot. Five’s hand clenched in Lyle’s hair, yanking him all the way down until his lips were flush against the base. Lyle’s eyes rolled back, but he kept calm, gripping Five’s thighs, fingers digging in as he fought for control.
It wasn’t until the edges of his vision started to go black that he slapped Five’s thigh hard, nails dragging across skin to snap some clarity into the moment. The grip in his hair slackened, and he finally pulled back with a gasp, spit stretching from his mouth in a slick string as he sucked in air.
His vision sharpened just in time to see Klaus now three fingers deep, knuckles disappearing into Five as he writhed, cock swinging and leaking.
“I need to breathe, you know,” Lyle muttered between heavy breaths, voice laced with playful annoyance. His hands returned to Five’s thighs, prying them open again. From this angle, he watched Klaus’ fingers glide out and slide back in. Lyle emptied the packet of lube, letting it drip onto his fingers and down to the busy hole.
When Five’s head snapped up, panic flickering just briefly in his expression, Lyle’s grin returned. A little revenge was earned after nearly being suffocated by towel and cock alike.
“Four fingers shouldn’t be too hard for you, Fivey... right?” he drawled, voice teasing as he slipped his index finger beneath Klaus’, pressing it in alongside the rest. “We need your hole well prepped if you’re gonna take every cock in this room.”
He bit his lip as he watched Five clench around the stretch. When Klaus curled his fingers again, Five’s hips instinctively pulled away, but Lyle was already there, using his knees to pin his legs open, locking him down.
“Stop squirming,” he murmured, eyes flicking up between them. “We’re just getting started.”
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FIVE
It wasn't that Five was against the idea of entertaining more than one partner at a time, per se. He'd been mildly curious when Klaus first threw out the offhanded mention of cult orgies, but had also admitted to himself (after some rare introspection) that the idea of sharing Klaus with anyone else caused something selfish in him to snarl and bristle. So he'd promptly discarded the idea as irrelevant. Besides, the past was the past and he was perfectly content with whatever it was that they had picked up again during those brief stolen moments in locked bathrooms and supply closets these past few weeks. He really was. Had been?
The way Lyle's voice -- low, husky, and full of intent -- caused him to shiver in anticipation, though... well, perhaps he hadn't completely dismissed the idea after all, so much as put it on indefinite hold pending clarification of additional factors. One such factor was now advancing towards him with a dangerous smile and a hand moving quicker than he was ready to --
With a yelp of surprise, Five struggled against the new intrusion even as Klaus' unerring strokes made him want to beg for more. Caught between blind desire and panicked uncertainty, Five buried his face in Klaus' neck, breathing in the familiar scent, trying to ground himself enough to somehow regain control of the situation. To at least focus enough to get the hell out if it came to that.
"Shhhh," Klaus whispered, one hand coming up to cradle the back of Five's head. "You don't have to fight everything, you know." A nuzzled kiss to his temple. "I won't let it go any further than you can take. He's a good one, I can tell." Klaus' hand pulled on Five's chin until he was forced to turn and look him in the eyes. "We're allowed to have this." Klaus glanced over to Lyle and gave him a pointed nod. "All of this."
For a few long moments, Five remained tensed, on the edge of pulling together enough resolve to blink away. Klaus watched him with that steady, impossibly accepting gaze, stilling long enough to let him gather his thoughts. Then, with a shuddering sigh, all the tension bled out of Five's body, like somebody had pulled the plug. He angled his face upwards and Klaus was already moving to catch his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.
After a moment, Klaus cracked one eye open and waved his free hand at Lyle, following it with a thumbs up sign.
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LYLE
He might as well have been a prime cut of beef—hung, aged, and ready for the most decadent cut. Klaus was easing Five into it with syrupy indulgence, and both their eyes swept over Lyle like he was on display. All he could do was blink.
“You do know I can bloody hear you, yeah?” Lyle pointed to himself, half amused, half exasperated. Still, the tight squeeze around his finger softened slightly as Five let out a shaky exhale.
“Lyle, it’s a compliment,” Klaus drawled. “You look like you just walked off the set of a Bollywood version of Thor. And let’s just say—Mjölnir does not disappoint.”
Their eyes flicked downward—Klaus and Five both zeroing in on the twitch of Lyle’s erection. Klaus barely paused before returning to muffling Five’s mounting whimpers, fingers still moving together inside him.
“Now that’s a compliment,” Lyle grinned, sliding in another finger. The reaction was immediate—Five’s entire body jolted, trembling beneath their combined touch. Lyle let out a low groan at the near-impossible tightness.
“That’s a dick’s worth of fingers, right?” he added with a smirk, clearly enjoying himself.
Klaus kept Five’s mouth thoroughly occupied, drawing every noise into him, making Lyle’s comment hang in the air like a rhetorical question he already knew wouldn’t be answered. Lyle wasn’t sure if he should be annoyed or impressed—he never minded sharing, but even he had limits. This was starting to border on excessive.
Five was half-gone, mind fogged from overstimulation, hips twitching, voice dissolving into broken sighs—and still, he and Klaus were tangled in each other like no one else was in the room. Their tongues swirled, spit stringing between kisses, hands mapping skin like they were trying to memorize every inch.
Lyle snapped his fingers. No response.
With a sharp groan, he yanked his fingers free. That got their attention. The kiss broke.
“Mind if I borrow that mouth now?” Lyle asked, palming his own cock with a lazy stroke, clearly more than ready for the warm, well-primed lips he’d had his eye on.
Klaus groaned, but didn’t argue. Instead, he gripped Five’s waist and rolled, flipping him up onto his lap easily. Their mouths crashed together again in seconds, hot and greedy.
Lyle rolled his eyes—these two were dramatic as ever, but he didn’t complain. He gave Klaus’ cock a few strokes, then, without warning, squeezed a cold packet of lube directly over the tip. Klaus shuddered with a low moan, echoed almost immediately by Five when Lyle pressed them closer, lining their bodies up.
Five’s hole twitched in anticipation. He gave a long, shuddering breath into Klaus’ mouth as Lyle slowly guided his hips down.
Lyle bit his lip—damn, what a view.
When the kissing just kept going, more desperate than ever, Lyle leaned forward and curled a hand into Five’s hair, yanking him back from the never-ending kiss.
“I said I was borrowing this,” he murmured, voice lower now. “Promise—I’ll give it back.”
He pulled Five back flush against his chest, hugging him from behind as he helped him sink lower, fully seated on Klaus’ cock. The stretch dragged another low, broken groan from Five’s throat.
With another firm, but careful tug to Five’s head, Lyle hovered close—his touch gentler than even he expected—as he leaned in to claim those swollen lips for himself.
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FIVE
It took Five a few moments to realize that the breathy moans he was hearing were actually coming from himself. He vaguely registered that Lyle was saying something, but Klaus was just too damned good at riling him up, knew exactly what Five craved the most and how to wield it in his favor. They'd never had a chance to do this before, not with such freedom and abandon -- no prying eyes to hide from, no threat of some doomsday or another looming, just slick mouths and warm skin and that aching stretch always threatening to be too much--
The extra pressure eased and the sting of fingers being removed too fast made him hiss with indignation, still dazed as he pulled away to see what had happened. Right, yes, Lyle. Five's eyes followed Lyle's hand as it traveled down and started stroking. As large as that hand was, it seemed perfectly proportional wrapped around his superb specimen of cock. A low, needy whine escaped from him at the sight. Five was about to say something more, only to find himself being manhandled into a different position, any protest preemptively silenced as Klaus' tongue licked back into his mouth.
Which was fine and well, except now he felt woefully empty with neither of their fingers in him, and someone really needed to get a move on before he rammed himself down on the first suitable appendage within reach. Lyle, seemingly reading his mind, pushed him down onto Klaus' waiting cock and Five nearly purred in relief at the feeling of being speared open and filled again. It was easy to trust Klaus, as simple as breathing, something that had been a part of him since before fully gaining sentience. Nobody but Klaus had ever been allowed this level of intimacy and, by extension, control. Something about the way Lyle accepted that, circling the periphery until he fit into the puzzle, made it that much easier to start trusting him as well.
When Lyle pulled him away from Klaus' kiss, Five went willingly, drawn by the commanding urgency in his voice. This time when their lips met, there was no challenge, no clashing of wills, only invitation. As he started riding Klaus in earnest, he used one hand to anchor himself to the floor, helping to keep him steady as Klaus bucked up into him. Five's other hand reached out to pump Lyle, thrilled at the way his fingers couldn't quite close all the way around the thick length. It made his mouth water to think about it, would he even be able to swallow something like that?
As if he were auditioning for a starring role in Lyle's dirtiest fantasies, Five started sucking on Lyle's tongue the way he wanted to do with that other part of him. Long dirty licks that almost touched his tonsils, firmer strokes as he mapped the topography of his mouth, playful twirls that dared him to try and catch up.
Klaus, watching the proceedings with avid interest even as he continued fucking into Five with practiced ease, sat up a bit further so that he could ease Five into a more prone position that would allow him to properly line him up with Lyle's bobbing erection. That is, if Lyle could manage to pull Five off his mouth long enough to give him something more substantial to work on.
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LYLE
Five looked so much better once he had a dick replacing the stick up his ass.
Lyle’s tongue explored his mouth hungrily, hands gripping Five’s hips tight, helping him slam down onto Klaus’ slick cock. Every time Klaus hit a spot deep inside him, small, needy moans spilled from Five’s lips, each one making Lyle’s blood burn hotter. He wrapped a hand around Five’s cock, stroking him in time with the movement of his hips, but quickly let go, watching with dark satisfaction as Five took over, grinding down with desperate, messy enthusiasm.
When Lyle glanced over at Klaus, he caught the way Klaus was staring, not at Five, but at their kiss, gaze sharp, burning. Slowly, Klaus’ eyes climbed up to meet his. Lyle smirked. He liked that. Liked the small, silent possessive fight sparking between them. He let the jealousy simmer in his gut, fueling him.
He guided Five’s hips to snap down harder onto Klaus’ cock, and the sound of Klaus groaning, head thrown back, shot straight to Lyle’s dick. His hand slid up Five’s torso, fingers tracing a path he knew Klaus’ hands would eagerly follow and when Lyle gripped Five’s jaw, wrenching their messy kiss deeper, Klaus let him have it.
Five’s hands moved behind him, wrapping clumsily around Lyle’s cock, grinding in time with the brutal thrusts. Lyle caught a glimpse of Five’s face—flushed, blissed-out, shuddering with relief as his hand swiped at his red tip.
Lyle let go of Five’s cock and instead fisted a hand deep into his hair, yanking his head back sharply to break the kiss.
"Let’s show Klaus how well you can multitask," he growled into Five’s ear, tightening his grip on his throat just to feel the thrum of his pulse stutter under his fingers. Five whimpered, wrecked and trembling, and it only made Lyle harder.
Without loosening his grip, Lyle stood, stepping smoothly over Klaus’ relentless, pounding hips, planting himself right in front of Five’s flushed, fucked-out face. He didn’t even need to order him.
Lyle dragged the fat head of his cock down Five’s flushed cheek, smearing a streak of precum across his skin, savoring how compliant he’d become. His mouth hung open, practically drooling, his glassy eyes flickering up to Lyle’s for approval.
Below him, Klaus gave a brutal thrust—pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in and the force jolted Five forward, pushing his face right against Lyle’s cock. Lyle chuckled low, dark, watching Five’s instincts kick in.
"Good boy," Lyle muttered under his breath, stroking himself lazily, smearing Five’s tongue wet. Klaus’ ruthless rhythm did half the work for him, bouncing Five’s open mouth against Lyle’s cock, drool already leaking at the corners.
Lyle tugged sharply on his hair, pulling Five’s head down—and finally fed his cock deep into his mouth. The filthy, wet sound of it made his cock twitch. Five gagged hard, throat spasming around him, but he didn’t pull away.
He just stared up at Lyle, eyes dazed and glassy, letting himself be used, his mouth stretched wide and dripping, his body shaking between them while Klaus hammered into him from below.
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FIVE
There was no other way to put it, Five adored Klaus' dick. It was the sort of cock one could write poetry about. Anyone with eyes would agree that its owner was beautiful, but getting to see Klaus in his complete glory really drove that fact home, as it were. It was long and elegant, like the rest of him, with a satisfying girth that provided just enough of a challenge without being obnoxious (because who actually wanted something the circumference of a Coke can? certainly not Five) and a gentle upwards curve which hit all the right places. It wasn't just for show, either -- the way Klaus wielded it was probably illegal in at least twenty states. Basically, whenever Klaus was in the mood to put that thing to use, Five knew that he'd be a mindless puddle within the next twelve minutes or so and had absolutely no complaints about the whole arrangement. The way that they fit together felt like proof of intelligent design.
Not that he'd started out that way. No, when they had first started doing... whatever it was that they were doing... Five had been highly doubtful about bottoming for anyone. Not due to egocentric reasons, he'd hasten to add, but more because the idea of relinquishing control was utterly alien and seemed unlikely to bring him any pleasure. Then he'd met Klaus' dick. The circumstances under which they'd ended up in that position were still a little fuzzy in his memory -- Klaus could be incredibly persuasive when he set his mind to it, and Five had always had a weakness for those big pleading eyes. However it happened, happened it did, and it was like seeing the allegorical bright light of day after a candle in a cave. Blinding and annihilating in the best of ways, forcing him to loosen the death grip he normally had on every thought and only feel, exist. It was a gift that only Klaus had ever been able to provide, a flow state in which nothing else mattered.
The way Klaus offered up Five's mouth to Lyle now as if he were a toy to be used should have been degrading, infuriating, yet it felt good to be guided, maneuvered, to perform a task well with no further expectations or weight on his shoulders. What was being asked of him was both simple and remarkably challenging, given Lyle's proportions (q.v. Coke cans), but Five was nothing if not a perfectionist. He'd make the damned thing fit and worry about the integrity of his upper respiratory tract after the job was done. The shallow angle of Klaus' thrusts was a little too direct, the intensity making him want to both crawl away and buck forward simultaneously, needing more input on the other end to balance it out.
Taking down as much as he could, Five made several exaggerated swallowing motions, letting the narrow passage massage the sensitive tip of Lyle's cock as his moans vibrated up the rest of the shaft. His hands kept busy stroking the last few inches at the base, which he couldn't quite manage to accommodate. One hand wandered further to play with the heavy sack currently warming his chin, alternating squeezes and strokes, as if trying to coax its contents down his throat faster. When Lyle didn't oblige him by picking up his pace to match Klaus', Five gave a feral growl, trying unsuccessfully to bob on and off despite his less-than-ideal position.
As if to reward Five for his efforts, Klaus shifted to a deeper angle, his rhythm growing erratic as he chased his climax. If there was going to be a race to see who would be the first to leave their mark, he wasn't going to let a newcomer outdo him.
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LYLE
Five’s throat tightened, hands eager and trembling slightly as Klaus rocked into him. Fingers gripped tightly in Five’s hair, Lyle moved in rhythm, meeting each thrust with his own, feeling the heat and pressure of his cock sliding deeper. The warm squeeze around it made Lyle groan low, his body sensitive, hips twitching with need.
Moans filled the air, slick and filthy, blending with the wet slap of skin and the soft splash of water beneath Klaus’ shifting weight. Lyle should have felt bad for Five—so tight, stretched thin, lips parted wide around him—but instead, his gaze stayed fixed on the sight of his cock slipping free, spit clinging to the head, veins pulsing. The need to mark him, to claim him first, burned hot in Lyle’s chest. When Five’s hand reached down, fingers rolling and tugging at his balls, the shift in his expression only made it worse.
Klaus must have had the same idea. He adjusted Five’s position, changing the angle slightly. Lyle caught the difference immediately, the effect written across Five’s face, eyes fluttering as Klaus pushed in deeper. The vibrations of Five’s moans buzzed around Lyle’s tip, relentless and hot, pushing him faster. He was close now, hips snapping forward with every desperate sound, chasing the edge.
Behind him, another moan rang out, this time from Klaus. He moved more urgently, hands locking around Five’s waist as his thrusts turned rough and deep. His hips crashed forward with a loud, wet slap and suddenly stopped. Lyle cursed under his breath, momentarily thrown off as Klaus came.
Klaus twitched with his whole body, his hips jerking in shallow pulses, spilling into Five. The sounds turned messier, wetter. His breaths came fast and uneven, low groans leaking from him as he slowed. Lyle didn’t stop. The sight, the sounds, the tight grip around Five’s hips—it all pushed him closer. Even if he’d lost this silent contest, he was still cumming, and Five had never been so full.
Another groan rumbled from Five’s throat. Lyle pulled out quickly, dragging his slick cock across those swollen lips, smearing the mess across his cheek. He yanked Five’s head back and, with a sharp gasp, came. Spurting hot over Five’s face, streaking on his nose, lashes, and mouth. His cock twitched again, oversensitive, while Five’s breath skimmed over the tip, warm and teasing.
“Cum on both ends... mmm... looks good on you, Five,” Lyle panted, grinning as he stepped back to admire the mess. His fingers dipped into the cum pooling around Klaus’ hilt, thick and slow like honey. Klaus was still buried deep, probably still pulsing, cock softening inside him. Lyle spread the mess over Five’s shaft, stroking him with a slow, twisting grip, stretching the skin as he worked.
With his tongue out, he caught a drip of his cum from the corner of Five’s mouth, licking it up before leaning in for a messy, bitter kiss. Their tongues tangled as the taste of release spread between them, while Lyle’s hand kept working. Klaus groaned, propping himself up on his elbows to watch. Their eyes locked, and the heat stirred in Lyle again.
Part of him wanted Klaus to fuck him, just to see what all the fuss was about.
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FIVE
Moaning around Lyle's cock as they all momentarily came to a standstill, Five bore down on Klaus' hips, shuddering as the heat within him spread with every spurt of Klaus' release. Before he could reach down to finish himself off, the hand in his hair tugged forcibly back, allowing him to take a few ragged gasps before his face was covered in creamy ropes of Lyle's come.
This. This was what he had wanted, without ever having admitted it to himself, the moment he'd seen them both in the room together. He wanted all of them, any way they were willing to give it. Which, in this case, apparently meant filling him like the world's most lethal water balloon. How they'd read him so plainly was something he'd probably have to give further scrutiny later, when he had enough blood circulation in his brain to do more than maintain basic vital functions.
Flicking out his tongue, Five tried to reach the cock that bobbed so temptingly close, still needing something, anything, just more to push him over. He felt bereft now that they had both stopped. Then, bless his demented little heart, Lyle offered a hand. A large and very adept hand, which was, as he watched with wide eyes, helping itself to the mess slowly leaking out from where he and Klaus were still joined. Already painfully hard, the sight made Five's cock throb, drooling precum at a rate which rivaled the faulty hotel faucets. He met Klaus' gaze, also watching Lyle closely now, and groaned at the avid hunger he saw there.
Then Lyle's hand dipped down and started stroking, grasping him in a hot vice of a grip that turned Five's groan into a desperate wail. He wanted to simultaneously buck up into it and wriggle away, the slick pressure too much, too sudden after having been left untouched for most of the time. The way both pairs of eyes were watching his every small movement, like hawks tracking a mouse, made him feel flayed open, all his hidden desires on display as he unraveled in their hands.
When Lyle leaned in for a messy kiss, feeding Five his cum like a delicacy, he knew that he would never again be able to face this man without the memory of this moment running through his mind. The confusing part was, Five still couldn't tell if that meant that he'd won or lost. Either way, some chapter of their lives had come to an end. Much like he was about to. It only took a few more hard pumps before he finished, striping their chests with his load. The keening sound he made rebounded off the tiled walls impressively, but the ringing in his own ears rendered everything else inaudible.
Thoroughly exhausted as he flopped forward, Five barely even registered the way Klaus’ chest was shaking in silent laughter underneath him.
"Well," Klaus declared, after his giggling fit subsided, "after all that, we'd better hope that whatever fix the others came up with actually works. This was only supposed to be the pregame warmup." He eyed Lyle appreciatively. "Nothing I like more than a good sense of team spirit."
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LYLE
Lyle chuckled at Klaus’ words, still feeling riled up, adrenaline surging at full speed through his system. He gently smoothed his fingers through Five’s hair and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
“Hear that? That was just round one, according to your boyfriend,” Lyle murmured in his exposed ear, his voice low and teasing as he watched Klaus’ hands lazily glide down Five’s neck and back.
“Shit. I forgot I came here because of the whole world-saving situation,” Klaus said, laughing softly. “But honestly, I’m incredibly tempted to just let it end with us fucking.” With a long sigh, he let his weight drop onto the floor like his body had given up on pretending to care.
“We should actually go see what’s going on with that, Five,” Lyle said, his tone shifting as a grimace passed over his face. For a moment, he remembered the real reason he had come here in the first place, because the world was on the brink, and they were supposed to do something about it. Yet somehow, Five had managed to seduce all of them into surrendering to their desires. Maybe there really was something in the water.
Lyle watched as Five blinked at him slowly, expression unreadable, but he sat up, letting Klaus kiss him gently awake. He made his way to one of the stalls to shower, and the warmth of the water seemed to wash the tension away. Everything felt lighter now. There was a new sense of possibility, good odds, unforeseen cooperation between former enemies, and an unexpected yet cracker threesome. Thoughts swirled in his head, but the water helped rinse them all away, disappearing down the drain with his overloaded mind.
It felt good to have people again. People who accepted him for everything he was, his faults, his powers, his history. Five and Klaus had already been the ones he would have turned to for any apocalypse-level threat, but realizing he could also go to them with a boner made him feel like he had found something solid. A safety net beneath a wild circus act.
Lyle still didn’t have any clean clothes, but he managed to find a basket of soft, white robes. “Oblivion” was embroidered neatly on the fabric, and he immediately felt the warmth soak into his skin as he tied it shut in front of him. He handed one to Klaus, who had already managed to clean off both himself and Five.
Klaus offered Lyle a soft word of thanks before taking the robe and gently helping Five into it, taking his time with him. When he was done, both he and Lyle leaned in at once to kiss Five’s cheeks.
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FIVE
When Five finally tuned back in to the conversation taking place quietly around him, he really wished he hadn't. Aaaand, they were back to that again. Always with the saving the world. He was so damned tired of saving the world. It wasn't like they didn't try their best, every time. The world just didn't seem capable of staying saved. Nestled against the pleasing cushion of Klaus' pecs, however, Five found himself incapable of summoning his usual level of vehement outrage with their thankless task. In fact, despite knowing that it was probably stupid to think that way, he found himself entertaining some degree of optimism towards the latest plan. Go figure.
Perhaps if Sisyphus had taken more fuck breaks, he would've had a different outlook on life, too.
The thought almost made Five crack a smile. Almost. He finally lifted his head enough to look first to Klaus, then to Lyle, and back again. Yes, this could work. Not just whatever hare-brained plot those clowns downstairs had dreamed up, but what had happened in this room as well. It could work remarkably well.
Letting himself get pulled into the shower, he gave a contented hum as Klaus diligently lathered him up. For his part, Five found it far more entertaining to let his hands lazily wander over soap-slick swathes of skin as they presented themselves, groping with only the barest pretense of ablutionary purpose and probably being far more of a nuisance than a help in the process. He paused as a hand came up to shield his eyes, another massaging remnants of shampoo out of his hair.
"You were right," Five mumbled, sputtering a little as soapy water streamed close to his mouth.
The hand covering his eyes moved away, replaced by that seaglass-green gaze which knew him so well. "Yeah, I was," Klaus replied, with a self-satisfied smirk. "Literally clairvoyant, remember?"
If Five were a better man, he wouldn't have splashed Klaus in the face at that point. If Klaus were a better psychic, he would've probably seen it coming. Now, it seemed, they were both going to be Lyle's problem as well.