sometimesghost: (Calm)
2013-08-19 01:17 am

Unexpected Threesome

How had they reached this point? No one in the room knew for sure and no one really cared anymore. The note had been so simple, had appeared the moment all three had been inside. Since they had no choice but to obey it, they'd settled on who should fill what role.

Good Evening,

We do hope it will not be too much of an inconvenience but you will be required to do the following should you ever wish to leave this room again. We apologize profusely for this. It really was unavoidable.

Please do the following:

1. Three orgasms must be achieved
2. One must watch the other two
3. The two being watch must not offer the third physical pleasure

Thank you,
The Hotel Staff


At first they'd thought to ignore it completely but all of them had enough experience at this point to know that such a thing was impossible. And now Vallewida and Nakago were naked on the bed with Al in the chair nearby. He would have to be ignored, left to touch himself as he watched them, but the two on the bed barely noticed that now.

Nakago had Vallewida's hands pinned above his head with just one of his own, his teeth grazing along his neck as his fingers thrust in and out of him roughly. The smaller man cried out from the sensations, writhing and trying to move with the pace but unable to find a pattern since Nakago refused to give him one. It was so good all the same, to be denied the opportunity to have a choice. It was clear that they were well matched for this, one overly controlling and one just desiring to be controlled. Their histories had some similarities but they'd taken very different paths for some form of healing.

The silver-haired man cried out again as the blond found another perfect angle inside of him. Nakago smirked at that and drove his fingers against that area over and over. At this rate it was likely that Vallewida would reach that orgasm ahead of time and they both thought they heard Al moan in the background as he realized this too. However, Nakago wasn't done with him yet.

Pulling his fingers free, he flipped the smaller man onto his stomach, causing the other to cry out just from the pleasure of being manhandled. Forcing him to grip the headboard, he held his hips tightly as he pushed into him until he was fully seated inside of him. Vallewida sobbed at this, loving the burn it caused from not being stretched properly. Usually his mind would have let go by now but he clung to this moment just because Al was in the room.

“Al,” he moaned, rocking his hips back. That was more than enough of a hint to Nakago who pulled his hips back before thrusting them forward, showing the other no mercy. He'd been told that Vallewida could handle this so he would see if that was true.

Of course, it was definitely true, the former soldier crying out over and over again as his body was slammed into, so thoroughly used. No, he definitely wasn't going to last much longer. Fortunately, most of them weren't going to at this rate, not even Al who had just his hands for this. It was likely they could have handled this a little differently but none of that mattered now as Nakago picked up the pace, shifting his body to make sure that Al had the perfect view of what he was doing.

Vallewida came first, spilling onto the bed below him but unable to move since Nakago still held him up. The larger man refused to follow just yet, intending to make sure that he heard from Al first. Luckily, the other blond was kind enough to not hold out and when Nakago heard that shuddering cry, he smirked. That was all he needed before he released himself, spilling into the slender man underneath him.

The door unlocked but they were all content to stay there for the time being, Al coming over to curl up with them. Nakago took one side of Vallewida while Al took the other.

“You're both so beautiful,” Al whispered as he stroked their skin, dry mouthed and marveling over what he'd just witnessed.

“You too,” Vallewida murmured, smiling at him.

Nakago just chuckled. “Sleep, both of you. We can leave after some rest.”

Al had no idea what made him happier, that this had gone well or that the three of them could share a bed like this. He had Nakago had come so far during their time together that he'd actually been able to trust him with Vallewida. He wasn't sure what he was feeling with that but he knew that it was good.

It was very good.
sometimesghost: (Gentle Smile)
2013-07-15 11:44 pm

Vallewida's Angel

Memories.

Memories were precious to him. There were entire days he couldn't recall and he knew there would be days in the future that would slip away from him as well. He should have let go of everything and accepted that he would just forget and that he would lose everything precious to him in the end. Yet, there was a part of him that couldn't. It was too busy clinging to something that he never thought he'd have.

When he was younger he'd been told that there were angels watching over him. They would rescue him from the shadows. After the first attack, he'd given up hope on that. Either angels didn't exist or the angels no longer wanted him for one reason or another. Night after night and day after day, he would lose faith until one day he was sitting there bleeding in the corner of a prison cell, a smile on his lips. He was all alone now and always would be. No one wanted him. No one would ever want him.

He'd been wrong.

In this strange place of sin, a beautiful angel had found him and had even wanted him. Him. The one so unclean that there was no hope of God ever wanting him under his wing again. Even now when he though about him he could still picture wings, wings of light which he now stroked onto the canvas with a brush. Naturally he knew Al didn't think of himself as an angel but he supposed that was why he was so perfect as one. In his eyes, a true angel wouldn't want their position because they would feel unworthy of it. Yet they would still save the poor members of mankind suffering in shadows.

His father always told him there would be someone to save him no matter what. Now he felt his brush slip and fall from his grasp onto the floor as he covered his mouth with his hand. A tear slid down his cheek as he came to realize that maybe he really wasn't that worthless. If someone this good could love him then he couldn't be. There was still someone out there who wanted him and thought he was beautiful. Not just physically but every part of him. Taking in a shaky breath, he felt himself smiling even as he cried.

Al truly had no idea what he'd done for him. He'd saved him in so many ways. These days he actually felt as if there was hope in the world. He could actually live again.

“Valle, are you okay?” He opened his eyes to see him there, looking up at him with concern. Al really didn't know what he'd done for him. Smiling at him, he nodded his head then reached out to touch his face gently.

“Yes. I am.”

Al didn't seem to believe him but he didn't question and instead looked at the painting. He blinked after a moment then looked at him with a touch of confusion. “Wings? I'm not really an angel.”

Reaching down, he picked up his brush and set it down then took a deep breath. “I don't mind.”

He felt warm eyes wrap around him and he leaned into the embrace. It was so nice. No matter what he said, his lover would always be his angel. There was hope in his world now and he added the wings the rest of the way to his painting. Setting the brush down, he felt lips on his neck and shivered. Well, his angel would know all of his sensitive places. Especially when that hand moved between his legs. Letting out a soft moan, he looked back at him.

“Al...”

He saw that beautiful smile and then felt that squeeze. Whimpering softly, he pressed closer before he found himself flipped onto his stomach and his arms pinned behind him. The words Al spoke next sent a shiver down his spine.

“I think I promised to keep you pinned after you were done painting. Keep still.”

An angel of light, an angel of desire, an angel of saving grace...

Alphonse Elric was an angel of everything in Vallewida's world.