Making Connections [Fangor's crew][X]

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad stood up, brushing himself off and sauntering over to the pair. He didn't say anything, just watched, smirking wickedly at the rough treatment of Banshee.

[banshee]

The Wildcat writhed at the hard contact of Chris's hand on her crotch, arching her back and mouthing soundlessly, the broken synapses in her brain translating the ache into mind-numbing pleasure. On the tail end of the exquisite torture, Chris entered her, and she moaned, loudly, that small part of her brain still hoping Kitrina would hear, come back and watch. But that was gone, borne out on the crashing wave of pain mingling hotly with ecstasy. She ground herself closer to him with as much movement as her position would allow, nerves aflame.

She watched, dimly, as Rozumbrad stalked over, and she bit hard on her lip watching his expression. "Like what you see?" She purred, breathlessly, choking a little on her words.

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad didn't respond to Banshee. Instead, he deftly dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He knelt down behind Chris, guiding the other tom's hips forward, adjusting his position to be more directly on top of the queen while still in her.

He moved in to rub his member against the other tom's balls, settling one hand beside Chris's. His other hand guided, pushing into Banshee along the bottom of Chris's cock. Now both of them were right in the queen together.

[Chris]

Chris uttered almost a whimper, him more unexpecting of the extra pressure than she possibly was, feeling the weight disperse, feet and hands pressing to the ground to get some sort of support, desperately trying to hold on. He was more powerless from the position, submitting to Rozumbrad's gestures.

[Fangor]

He watched the trio with mild disinterest, eyes rolling slightly at Chris. Why was it that the best ones always had some sort of strange quirks? Granted, he felt he knew Chris well enough to predict his actions, a task that was difficult even for him, and he couldn't remember a time when Chris surprised him.

His ear pivoted to take in the sounds of the alley. A little bit away, faint, crying. Definitely that bitch he'd sodomized. Correction, Chris's bitch.

He rose to his feet with two rats before sitting next to Pascal, offering one over. "We need to make that one disappear. Or make money off her." Put her to the streets, make her work for cash and fork it over. He liked breaking things, thrived on it, but he was craving blood. Maybe it'd be better to keep her alive, to make sure Chris stayed loyal, but he wasn't entirely certain of that. And it was only more recently that he'd noticed the rack she was growing.

They could get money off her, money for the daylight hours when Chris was with his human home. Fangor didn't even go there to the idea of Chris leaving them; who knows whether his loyalty would snap or not? Fangor was confident in his combat skills, but he'd rather not have to kill the assassin.

Or, dare he think it, actually get a few hits from the other.

[Rozumbrad]

Ruzumbrad pulled back, before pushing in again, slowly but forcefully.

Pressed against Chris, he managed to get a steady rhythm that meant he and the other tom were pushing in and out of Banshee at alternate times. So she was always right in by at least one of them, sometimes both.

He licked the back of Chris's neck sweetly, making an effort to meet the tom's "Love."

[numbertwo]

Pascal took the rat and nibbled thoughtfully. "I wouldn't object," he said. "She's far too weak."

"Still," he added, licking blood from his lips. "I remember when we didn't have all of the breasts around. Much better then. Just you and me and Jazz. Remember the fun we used to have then?"

[Fangor]

"We still have fun now, and I don't want a sausagefest. I'm not a faggot like you." Harsh words, but that was just Fangor. He frowned and looked to the pile as he took another bite from the rat. "What do you think we do about that? Maybe get some money first, then... well."

He paused as he watched the pile. "Banshee was a great addition, as was Chris. And if Brad came that highly recommended, I want to see his capability."

He ran a tongue over his lips.

[numbertwo]

Never complain about sausage when yours is in me," Pascal said offhand, not at all offended. "I was also referring to you two getting all bloody at someone else's expense and me patching up where you were careless."

He sighed. "It all seems too complicated now. Not enough spontaneous fun." He shuffled closer again. "I miss biting you and lapping your blood while you bang me."

[Fangor]

"We still do that. ...sometimes." Though it was true it wasn't as much. The leadership position took its time. Its toll. He didn't so much process the other's comment about the biting, the blood. Subconsciously, Fangor began to cough, then cleared his throat.

[Chris]

Maybe it was a sort of patheticism, but Chris mewed. It was soft, but still there, a half-purr sounding as the paws around Banshee's body began to knead her breasts. Warmth was in his groin, a second rebound, the tightness overwhelming, bringing him over the edge. And maybe, then, it was why his eyes widened and he pressed back more suddenly. "I need out. Gonna cum," he choked over his shoulder to Rozumbrad. "I can't cum in another cunt than my bitch's."

[Rozumbrad]

Brad pulled back enough to let Chris slip out. The tightness of both of them was intense.

He grunted quietly, coming on the underside of Chris's balls.

[Chris]

Chris dropped his hand to jerk off a bit before coming on the ground, not as much as he had prior, though the feeling was more intense, especially with the other wetness. He collapsed, exhausted but feeling amazing. Feeling content.

More than that, feeling loved. Feeling loved in a way only his family could make him.

He offered a tiny moan before letting his eyes shut blissfully, chest rising and falling with his purrs as he turned on his back. He'd wipe himself off soon and get slacks back on soon enough. For then, he was happy, a hand lifting, fingers stroking across Rozumbrad's cheek, his other hand giving Banshee's rump a pat.

[banshee]

Banshee arched harder, muscles clenching hard, teeth grinding together. She was far too full and good god, she liked it. By this point speech was an impossible notion, and she ground out a choked moan as she came, hard, spasming as they thrust.

She heard Chris's choked comment, and bit out a frustrated groan as they pulled out, lying, spent on the hard ground. But moments after came anger. Hot and terrible, as she pushed herself onto her hands, she forced it back down, like bile. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. That stupid bitch again, fucking Kitrina, had so much power over Chris. She hated it, hated that he was so exclusive. She didn't love Chris, didn't want him all to herself, but she did hate Kit. As she smiled lazily, biting at her lip, she savagely beat back the wave of rage that made her want to go for Chris's throat.

It was a bad idea, and she knew one day she'd make the both of them pay.

"Didn't break your promise," she purred at Chris, finding her pants and pulling them back on, fixing her bra and pulling on her shirt. She didn't button it.

[Chris]

"Mmmhmmmm," he purred happily as he stretched again, shifting as he rolled over then licked at Banshee's neck affectionately. "Never break a promise. Never on me life." The idea that anything could have been wrong never came to mind. The fact he'd fucked another queen meant nothing.

[Fangor]

"Enjoy yourselves?" Fangor asked, by that point horribly amused by the situation, in particular with Chris. The tom sometimes had his merits outside of the work force... and outside of being one of the gangs consequential boy toys, as Pascal would insist. He offered a bit of a yawn and stretched back.