Tourniquet

Disclaimer: The boys aren’t mine; I’m just playing with them. I’ll return them in reasonably good shape, I swear.

A/N: This is darksquall’s present for her guesswork on the Redemption chapter titles. It’s kinky threesome smut, with a little dose of angst to keep it from being too plotless. Warnings for bondage, use of sex toys, blood and knife play, double penetration, other kinkiness, and brief mentions of self-injury.
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Alone like I am right now, every mistake weighs heavily on my mind. I gave an order that cost Xu her life a couple weeks ago. SeeD is still in mourning and I keep thinking that I should have sent someone else in. I thought she was the best one to do it, but I thought wrong.

So what else is there to do besides try to make myself forget about the pain with a sharp new blade? Seifer and Irvine can’t understand, try though they might.

Oh, shit.

They walked in on me and there’s no way to explain myself. But what could I say to justify the razor blade in my hand and the blood trickling down my forearm?

I can’t say anything as Seifer snatches the glinting sharpness and backhands me hard enough to split my lip open. Irvine just shakes his head and pushes me back onto the bed.

“How many times do we have to tell you, pet? You have to stop blaming yourself for Xu’s death. Hurting yourself ain’t gonna bring her back anyway,” Seifer says, disappointment obvious in his face and voice.

Irvine casts Cure on my arm before smirking and straddling my hips. I both trust and fear the look in his eyes right now, even though I have no clue what he’s going to say.

He runs a hand down my cheek slowly before slapping me on the same side of the face Seifer did. Fuck, that hurts. “Or you could always just ask for us to make ya so out of it that you forget what the hell the problem is. You know we’d be more than happy to oblige, babe.”

Good point. As long as I’m minimally obedient to both of them, I can ask for as much pain as I want and they’ll work together to dish it out. But I don’t deserve to get what I want now. I screwed up.

Seifer shakes his head as he opens the locked box at the foot of the bed. “Nah, I think we should do whatever the hell we want to him and fuck if he likes it or not. Bad pets don’t get their rewards.” His tone of voice makes me shiver, but I can’t see what he’s grabbing because Irvine’s blindfolding me. Not being able to see only makes me anticipate this even more.

Cool leather cuffs fasten around my wrists and I lift them up without having to be told, hearing the sound of them being locked to the headboard an instant before steel digs into my collarbone. Fuck, Seifer must’ve got out his knife.

“Stay very still, pet. I wouldn’t wanna cut you…yet,” he growls in my ear as he slices my shirt open easily and bites at one nipple. I gasp and my back arches while I feel my pants getting tugged off to leave me completely exposed. Whatever they want to do to me, they can do.

Someone, probably Irvine, slides a cool metal ring down to the base of my cock and I groan. Fuck, they won’t let me come until they’ve both enjoyed themselves completely.

I’m not expecting anything, so the sting of many little metal tips hitting my chest makes me nearly scream. Seifer knows what he’s doing with that Hynedamned flogger and I know just how long he can torture me with it.

Every blow makes me gasp and pant while I feel warm blood oozing from the little cuts. It hurts, but it hurts good. Trying not to focus on it only brings my attention back to the pleasant stinging whenever his practiced hand brings it back down against my flesh. So, I concentrate on the sound of the air moving just before impact and feel my mind almost spinning or floating off.

But I’m brought back to reality when fingers slide into me harshly, barely coating my insides with lubricant before something bigger is pressed inside. I can recognize the feel of the vibrating butt plug and yelp loudly once it’s turned on and the pain continues against my chest.

If it weren’t for my wrists being restrained, I’d be making every effort to move around, but I know better than that. As much as I want to rock against the vibration inside me, I can only arch up into the nearly constant feeling of sting and warm blood that makes me harder with every blow.

The vibration is turned up and I again feel cold steel, this time against my left inner thigh. Oh Hyne, I think they’re going to do what they’ve been talking about doing for the past week or so.

“Don’t flinch, darlin’. This is careful work and we don’t wanna mess it up, right?” It’s a test of my composure to not move because the vibration makes me wanna rock into it, yet I know that moving around too much will screw up whatever’s being done to me.

The first cut makes my hips buck before firm hands, Irvine’s, pin them down. They know this turns me on, how can I not move around? If I concentrate, I can think that Seifer’s cutting his initials carefully, along with a rough version of the fire cross. My cock twitches at the realization that I’m being marked as belonging to them. Damn, I’ve wanted this proof of our relationship for a while.

Once the sharp pain stops, they switch places and Irvine does the same on the other side. But Seifer, the prick, decides that he has to fist my erection a few times.

“Dammit, Seifer, if he moves like that again, I’m gonna slip and cut something really vital,” Irvine grumbles before quickly finishing his work.

I just lie there, feeling blood on my torso and thighs, before the sting of rubbing alcohol makes me wince and nearly tear up. They’re taking care of the cuts, I know, but this is a kind of pain I don’t like and I’ll never get used to, no matter how many times I let myself get cut.

For a moment, I just take in the sensations of their hands brushing against me lightly, teasing my nipples and lower stomach before the cuffs get removed. They can’t be done playing with me yet, though. I know them too well for that.

The blindfold comes off an instant before Seifer pulls me over his lap. Not sure when he stripped, but his erection is poking into my stomach. He squeezes my ass a few times while my eyes close, knowing what to expect now. Spankings are fun; I can just relax and feel the pain turning into pleasure.

I’m not too surprised to feel his belt cracking down sharply, but I cry out just the same and rock down against him while the stinging continues, sending pleasant heat through my ass and right to my groin. Irvine moves, so I open my eyes and see his cock in front of my face. Without hesitating, I open my mouth.

He rocks his hips forward, nearly making me gag, and tugs my hair sharply while I move my head a little, tasting the saltiness prerelease on my tongue. Seifer never eases up with his belting and he hasn’t turned the vibration down on the butt plug either. This is nearly too much stimulation at once, but I can deal with it to make them happy tonight. They can have their fun.

Suddenly, the pain stops and Irvine pulls back, leaving me panting and whimpering as sweat beads trickle down my cheeks. “Please….” I hear myself say once, only to get slapped again.

“Just shut up, Squally. We’re gonna make you scream and you’re gonna love it,” Irvine whispers, his voice huskier than people tend to hear. I’ll always associate that voice with sex, hard and fast and completely at their mercy for my pleasure.

Seifer moves me onto the bed and finishes with one last crack against my ass before he tugs out the butt plug, not even bothering to turn it off beforehand. He’s a twisted bastard, but I love him anyway.

They position themselves on either side of me, Seifer at my front and Irvine behind me. Fingers press into my hole again, stretching me further than I already was from the toy being inside me. It hurts a little, but I don’t mind because their breathing is hot and heavy at my neck and I cry out when my prostate gets stroked roughly.

“How does it sound to have both of us fuck you at the same time, Squally?” Seifer growls. The thought of being filled and stretched that much makes my cock twitch again. He can feel it and he laughs a bit before giving my earlobe a sharp bite.

Irvine’s fingertips brush across my hip once and I can almost hear him smirk. “You’re our little slut, aren’t you? Ours to use and abuse and do whatever the hell we want to because you enjoy it.” All I can do is nod a little before yelping when they both slide into me at the same time.

My body initially protests and tears seep from the corners of my eyes. It hurts more than I thought it would, but it’s worth it to have them both inside me, taking me at the same time when I’ve already been claimed tonight.

Light kisses dart along my shoulder blades and neck, Irvine squeezing my hip and whispering gently, “Relax, babe. It’ll stop hurting soon.”

Seifer nods his agreement before kissing me, his lips and tongue devouring my mouth. And then they start to move, one thrusting in as the other tugs out a bit. The pain’s faded to a comfortable level now, so I groan loudly and arch back against Irvine while my arms wrap around Seifer. I couldn’t feel the same with just one of them, I need them both to have this much freedom, this ability to release and relax, not being in control at all.

They speed up their pattern once I fully relax into it and we all moan, virtually in unison, as I tighten a little and one of their cocks brushes against my sweet spot. I want to come, but the metal ring is making that impossible. If they let me get off, it’ll only be after their own orgasms.

And I don’t think it’ll take much longer for that to happen, by the way Seifer’s growling and thrusting into me even harder, his nails digging into my sides. Irvine’s biting at the back of my neck and clawing my hips, then he grunts my name an instant before I feel his warmth coat my insides.

My blond lover whimpers and finishes a few frantic thrusts later. I’m sore, bloody, and stretched, but even if I don’t get my own pleasure, this has still been one hell of a night. The request to finish myself off by hand is at the tip of my tongue, but before I can ask anything, Seifer’s sliding down, taking the cock ring off, and deepthroating me in one smooth motion.

All I can think of doing is rocking into his mouth over and over, so I do just that while he squeezes my balls sharp enough to make me yelp in pain and come hard, feeling his throat constrict while he swallows it all.

Irvine holds me against him and kisses my neck a few times as I yawn and look at first him, then Seifer.

“Thank you. I needed that,” are the only words that I can think of before my eyes fall closed. Sometimes, I wonder what I’d do without them.