All Parties Involved

I lay in the quiet darkness with her, listening to her breathe and feeling the throb of where Hojo had touched my mouth. I was part of something bigger than me, here, and for the first time upon realizing that, I didn’t feel completely at sea.

“Kanaye,” Lucrecia murmured, then rolled toward me. “No, Vincent,” she said after a second. “Oh, Vincent, you feel so good. You never lie in the bed and just hold me.”

Shame ignited my cheeks. I’d thought she wouldn’t want me hanging around. I tightened my grip on her. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t know you wanted that, Lucrecia. Now that I know, I’ll do this for you whenever you please.”

“Why would I ever want you to leave the bed?” she asked, and her quiet laugh stirred such tender warmth in me that I resolved I would do anything to make sure I gave her what she wanted.

She was so soft, so smooth and delicate. I stroked her arms, then her cheek, wishing I could spend the rest of my life just touching her. “You have to tell me the things you want,” I said in her ear. “I’m just a Turk. I take orders and fulfill them to my best ability.”

“You always shortchange yourself.” She pressed her lips to my neck, and I shivered. Any time she touched me, no matter how she did it, I became like gelatin.

We were lying there, just enjoying each other, when Hojo returned. He smiled as he looked at us. He shucked his coat and began working on his tie. “Are you cemented to the bed and your Turk, dear, or will you go out and have a few drinks?” he asked, throwing his tie to the floor. He opened a closet and took out a charcoal grey sweater.

Lucrecia laughed against my neck. “Alcohol is bad,” she said mischievously.

“So are you.” Hojo shed his shirt. I found I was interested in his bare skin. He had a pleasing, hard body that didn’t bulge, yet promised deadly force. He looked at me. “How about it, Valentine?” he prompted. “Escort the lady to a bar?”

I felt myself blushing. He saw it, and his slow smile held not a trace of mockery.

“Kanaye, quit teasing him,” Lucrecia said, slowly working her way to a sitting position.

“I’m not,” he protested lightly, threading himself into the knitted top and making his muscles flex. “If I tease him, I’ll include you.”

That statement made me blush even harder. I groaned and pushed my face into a pillow. These two had such a way about them that I couldn’t resist anymore. They played. They enjoyed each other and they wanted to enjoy me together.

“You’ve embarrassed him.” Lucrecia touched my shoulder. “Vincent, it’s okay, I swear. You just have to give him back as good as he gives you.”

“That ambiguous, suggestive advice will hardly help him,” Hojo drawled. “Come on, Valentine,” he urged. “Get out of that bed and come with us into what passes for town. We’ll shove fuzzy navels at this lovely woman until she can’t resist either one of us.”

My face just flaming, I tumbled from the bed and stood, feeling unsure and quite self-conscious. For something to do, I checked my gun and smoothed my hair. Hojo watched me perform these actions, his eyes still good-natured but also predatory. Oblivious to us, Lucrecia wandered the room, chattering and gathering up her coat and handbag and various other things women always carried with them.

“Fuzzy navels do sound good!” she declared. “It’s been ages since I had a proper belt!”

Hojo’s eyes flared. His smile became gleeful and perfidious. “I’ve never once belted you,” he said mildly. “Have you ever been belted, Valentine?”

I swallowed hard. “No,” I admitted. He’d crafted something sexual out of a violent turn of phrase. I’d never had the kinky stuff, but I could bet he had.

He smiled as he turned for the door. “Do stop fussing with that purse, dear,” he said, yanking it from her hands and tossing it to the bed. “The gentlemen always pay, isn’t that right, Valentine?”

“Yes.” I was on firmer ground here. Before I could lose my confidence, I took Lucrecia’s right side and offered my arm.

Hojo’s smug satisfaction as he took Lucrecia’s other arm, fairly made the air vibrate.

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“So there he was,” Lucrecia said, giggling and shooting me a sly look. “All his technicians lying in the floor around him, having sex and ignoring his indignant shouting.” She giggled again, and made teasing eye contact with her gently smiling husband. “He was unaffected by the gas, and had to just wait for it to all wear off!”

I couldn’t help chuckling. We were on our third round now, and I ventured we all felt a pleasant buzz. Lucrecia took my amusement for encouragement. She reached out and grabbed Hojo’s hand, giving him a little squeeze. “We had fun that night, didn’t we, love?” she asked.

I felt no jealousy. This relieved me so much I felt pathetically grateful.

“Indeed,” Hojo murmured, lightly stroked the inside of Lucrecia’s arm.

A small movement drew my peripheral attention at the same time as instinct gave me a sharp jab. Without even thinking, I stood so fast I knocked my chair backward, my hand going inside my jacket.

It happened like it always happens for me. Whereas everyone speaks of my speed, I see everything happening in long, drawn out moments. The robber drew his gun and I put a 10mm dead center between his eyes with my Glock 20.

Life snapped back to normal speed. Blood, brains and bone sprayed the bar patrons from the exit wound. Screams, chaos ensued.

“He was the only one to come in,” I said, making for the door. I needed to check if he had an accomplice.

After a thorough search of the town, I found only a lone, ragged looking chocobo tied at the ready. It looked at me with sad green eyes, obviously an abused animal. I cut its tether and stroked its head. “It’s okay,” I said softly. “You’re free now. Go eat some good greens and find a girl somewhere.”

It warked and took off, actually looking hopeful.

I returned to the bar. A few sturdy looking bouncers were cleaning up the mess, dragging the robber away. Hojo and Lucrecia stood at the side, and I saw Hojo paying for a bottle of wine. They approached me together, and their expressions told me they thought I’d done well.

“Oh, Vincent!” Lucrecia came forward and threw her arms around me. “That was amazing! Kanaye and I didn’t even see that man come in until you’d already shot him!”

“Yes, that was quite…” Hojo paused, eyes lifting upward as he searched for his words. “Invigorating,” he finished. And, I could tell he meant that. His eyes sparked with appreciation.

Both of them began praising me in earnest, their words a polite, lilting jumble. I found myself flanked by them both, and wandering back toward the mansion. Lucrecia slipped her hand in mine, and, not entirely to my surprise, Hojo put a hand on my shoulder. We walked along slowly, and for the first time in many years, I actually felt content.

Lucrecia did love me, I understood that now. She loved me AND she loved Hojo. Just as amazing, Hojo was willing to let me into their marriage.

He was generous. He was generous beyond any sort of charity I’d ever received.

Or, was he? He seemed quite interested in me. I had just enough of a buzz to not find that instantly threatening.

Yes, they both wanted me. Understanding that fact felt like a homecoming.

Lucrecia missed the lock on the first try. Giggling, she dropped the key. But, she quickly swept it back up and applied it to the lock correctly. “Three drinks and I need some of your Soberall, Kanaye,” she said, and she led the way with fluid grace.

“You aren’t drunk,” he answered, stopping just inside to kiss her lips with a slow, hot thoroughness that made my cock pay attention. “I refuse to give you Soberall,” he continued, reaching out without looking, snagging me and bringing me inside. “This handsome Turk and I are quite in agreement that you need to relax.”

I’d heard a lot about my looks over the years, but Hojo’s opinion actually embarrassed me. I didn’t have time to think about it however, as two pairs of hands were dragging me toward an unknown destination. They pulled me up the staircase, Lucrecia giggling and Hojo chuckling, and I realized I was about to become Turk filling in a scientist sandwich.

Lucrecia threw my tie over the banister, then attacked the buttons on my shirt. Hojo began chuckling as he rid me of my jacket. “You’re so excited, my dear,” he said to his wife, dropping my outer garment to the floor and pulling me into a large bedroom with an even larger bed. “Careful with his gun!” This was said because Lucrecia obviously had no idea how to unfasten the holster strap. “Leave it where he can grab it,” he further advised, pushing me down to the bed and kneeling to remove my boots. “By god I’d love to see him shoot someone again. I almost came in my pants.”

“I know!” Lucrecia began a fresh bout of giggling, and she finally got my shirt off by just ripping it. “Didn’t I tell you he was beautiful?” She put my gun on the bedside table and attacked my pants.

My head was swimming at their speed. At this rate I’d be naked and under someone in seconds. I realized I was grinning and I didn’t care.

“Oh, I know he’s beautiful,” Hojo assured her, and he threw my last boot into a corner, the corner that held the remains of my shirt. Standing, he pushed his wife’s hands out of the way and grabbed my waistband. His black gaze slid up my torso slowly, and then our eyes met.

I stopped breathing. The lust in his black orbs set my nerves aflame. Lucrecia may have wanted to see me fuck her husband, but I doubted that would come to pass tonight. He wanted control right now, and he just waited for me understand that and give consent.

It seemed I did have the power to take his mind away from science.

Lucrecia’s gentle, stroking hands never faltered in exploring…

I totally surrendered.

Hojo saw it the second I yielded. Smiling his pleasure and approval, he lifted my hips and divested me of my pants. My cock, so full and ready, pointed directly at him. “Beautiful,” he repeated. “You have such good taste, Lu.”

“I know,” she whispered, and she slid down my body. “And, Vincent tastes wonderful; you’ll see.” With that, she took me in her mouth.

I groaned. Her talented mouth, so hot and wet and perfect, slid over me torturously slow. I watched her, always fascinated by seeing her do this to me. But, my eyes kept going back to her husband as he undressed.

Hojo, naked, stared at his wife ministering to me. His lips twitched in heated amusement. “Leave some of him for me, Lu,” he said, taking his large cock in hand and stroking leisurely. “At this rate the poor man won’t last.” His smile grew as he met my eyes again. “And wouldn’t it be a shame to start all over?”

Getting a blowjob while he watched proved blood-boilingly erotic, especially when Hojo clearly enjoyed the scene enough to play with himself. I went limp on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “God,” I groaned, but I didn’t know which of these two I might be addressing. I felt Hojo get on the bed. In seconds he leaned over me. I didn’t have time to process his movements before his mouth covered mine.

Lucrecia stopped sucking on me, I presumed to watch us.

Sweet Jesus could he kiss. He tasted like red wine and dark musk. His tongue expertly danced along mine, and I responded with enthusiasm. I was excited now, quite willing to be the toy in between these two people. Four hands stroked me, careful and skilled. I writhed, breathless from the attention of Hojo’s lips and Lucrecia’s renewed attention to my dick.

He broke the kiss to trail sharp nips along my jaw and down my throat. I gasped at each one, loving the addition of light pain to pleasure. I reached for Lucrecia, twining my fingers in her soft hair, but I reached for Hojo, too. My hand slid along his bare, hard chest, feeling the contrast between him and his wife.

My god, this was incredible. Why had I resisted?

They traded positions with seamless ease. Lucrecia kissed me, her gentle mouth so different from Hojo’s yet every bit as passionate. I felt like I’d combust when he swallowed me down to the root. “Ahh!” I moaned into my lover’s mouth, and she gently bit my bottom lip before chuckling.

“He’s better at that than I am,” she whispered, and this time she indulged in quiet laughter. “I’m so glad you’re here between us, Vincent. We’ll be good to you.”

I couldn’t believe anything different, not with her confidence and Hojo’s enthusiasm.

I swam in sensation. Hojo was better at giving a blowjob, but that didn’t mean I never wanted another one from Lucrecia. I felt him playing with my balls, which she was always too careful in doing. Being a man, Hojo knew what felt good there, and what could hurt me.

It seemed like an eternity of pleasure passed before it all began to slow down. Hojo released me to help Lucrecia finish undressing. I propped myself on my elbows to watch them.

They were so obviously in love. It made my throat ache to see them. Gently and quickly, they got her clothes off. Hojo stroked down her flat belly, making her shiver. Her nipples tightened, and he leaned to suck on one. Moaning and shuddering, she tangled her fingers in Hojo’s blue-black mane, tugging out his hair tie. “Mustn’t neglect the pretty Turk,” Hojo murmured. They both returned to me, and once again I got lost in satin flesh and hot mouths.

“Get on him, Lu,” Hojo ordered softly. “I want to see how beautiful you both are together.”

Lucrecia gave him a pouty little smile. “I wanted the same thing,” she protested, but she threw her leg over and faced me. She winked at me, taking me in hand and poising to drop onto my aching cock.

I closed my eyes so neither of them would see my involuntary eye-roll. But, I couldn’t stop the groan that tore its way from my throat. Lucrecia always felt like heaven. Her tight, hot wetness clutched me, and I trembled, aware that this time we had an audience to our lovemaking.

No, not an audience. A participant. Hojo threaded his arms under my knees and dragged us both closer to the end of the bed. He did it easily, too, and I spared a moment to marvel at his strength. His slick finger rimmed my asshole even as Lucrecia began to fuck me in earnest. It felt good, so I didn’t worry. I didn’t worry about anything anymore; I trusted them to only give me pleasure.

He pushed inside me, and I pushed inside her, and a rhythm was born. I hadn’t known it would feel good to have a finger in my ass, probing against those inner walls. Relaxed, abandoned to it all, I put up no resistance.

“Good,” Hojo said lowly, cupping my balls and adding another finger. “Oh, Lucrecia. You do know how to pick a lover.”

She didn’t answer, but I didn’t think he expected either one of us to be able to speak.

Hojo withdrew from me, but I felt his cock pressing against me only a moment later. I gasped in surprise as he once again lifted me from under my knees. Lucrecia put her feet on the mattress and rose up, helping him adjust, and he slid into me smoothly, easily.

Oh. Oh!

I didn’t know it would feel like this. I arched, clenching the sheets. Lucrecia’s pussy swallowed me over and over while Hojo’s dick struck something marvelous inside me. “Holy shit!” I gasped, overwhelmed by the hot, electrical sparking that shot from my ass to my cock and balls.

“Mmmm, the pretty Turk likes being ridden as well as riding, Lu,” Hojo said, adding a groan of pleasure. “I’m going to enjoy emptying my balls in him. Let’s see if you can get him to pump you full of his come at the same time.”

Just those words threatened to make me come.

He set a firm tempo for us all, his thrusts rocking me and Lucrecia at the same time. In. Out. In. Out. I’d never felt anything this good. I had no control, just none. My sweet lover and her husband did all the fucking. I was their tool in pleasing each other, and I didn’t care. They could screw me until I died, and I wouldn’t care.

“Lucrecia,” I rasped. “Hojo!”

“Oh, Kanaye, fuck him harder,” she groaned. “Lift his legs and hold us both!”

It should have been impossible, but he did it. My ass entirely left the bed, and I supported Lucrecia’s weight while Hojo held us both up for my pounding. I felt her clench around me so hard it took my breath, and Hojo’s tireless, punishing rhythm slid that tightness over me again and again. That hot, cadenced shocking deep inside me set me on fire.

I went over the edge, shooting into her like a volcano and screaming my head off. I heard her voice lifting in orgasm, a beautiful, tortured song in compliment with Hojo’s deep, irregular grunts and growls.

“Oh yes,” he hissed, and I felt him spasm. His hips snapped flush to my body, and his arms forced my legs wide.

I knew absolutely nothing for a time. When I finally understood we weren’t moving anymore, and that I had a sheet over my lower half, I opened my eyes. Lucrecia lay on one side of me, Hojo on the other. As if they’d been waiting on me, their hands came out in unison and began slow, gentle stroking upon my chest.

I sighed, feeling tired but perfectly content. Lucrecia pressed a kiss to one cheek, Hojo the other.

Yes, they’d been good to me. I’d be a fool to turn this sort of love down, and I was no fool.

“Say you’ll stay with us both,” Lucrecia urged. “We want you to.”

I smiled and closed my eyes again. “With pleasure,” I answered. “But, I think the two of you will stop my heart.”

“We have a defibrillator,” she said, giggling. “You’re in good hands.”

“Well, that’s all right then,” I answered.

Hojo chuckled. He made a slight movement and the light went off, leaving us in darkness. “Next time, I expect you to drive, pretty Turk,” he said.

“All right.” I sighed again, then smiled as I felt them both clasp hands over my chest. I thought I might be a teddy bear right now.

I’d almost drifted completely to sleep when I heard Lucrecia’s sleepy voice say, “Kanaye?”

“Yes, dear?”

“We didn’t use a condom.”

Hojo chuckled. “I know. Don’t worry. I set the Sephiroth Project up for Vincent, too. We’ll just have to run a race for your eggs.”


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Hey, it's AR/AU!! It could have happened!