Possessive
Title: Possessive (3/3)
Pairing: Angus/Malcolm, Angus/Bon
Rating: NC-17, definitely!
Disclaimer: As we all know, I don't own the boys. Unfortunate, yes, but true. This never happened as far as we know and so you're just going to have to settle for my imagination.
Warnings: Exceedingly possessive Malcolm, injuries being inflicted and pure smut XD. I SPENT EIGHT STRAIGHT FUCKING HOURS ON THIS, PEOPLE. BE NICE.
Dedications: for hellz_happyface, stormy_mayday and drink_on_me.
Cowritten by the truly amazing stormy_mayday and drink_on_me.
Bon jolted back angrily as hands clawed at his face, the small rhythm guitarist scowling astride his hips, lips pulled back in a snarl, eyes flashing black dangerously. Fucking hell! This was so… so… so fucking… were there even fucking words for it?! Christ, it was so possessive, raging, burning with want and anger, the air between him and Malcolm thick with hate, possessiveness and carnal lust, mostly focussed on Angus but obviously the rippling hate was crucifying them both, sharp-edged and vicious. He was determined to fight, damn it, determined to fight back. If he lost, so be it. There were roadies and groupies out there who would be more than willing, but he was going to fucking fight until he was forced to lose. He didn’t want the damn roadies or the fucking groupies; when he won he wanted to claim his prize, that writhing boy on the bed who wailed quietly and begged for someone, anyone, to put him out of this misery.
Angus wailed again, the sound going straight to Bon’s cock and he felt himself stiffen further, throwing Malcolm off him with a sharp, hard shove and crawling over to the bed. Angus was watching him, eyes nearly black with want and desire. Bon chuckled. He felt like an animal; Mal was a fucking animal! Christ, he was gonna as be sore as Angus’ arse by tomorrow, and trust him, if you saw the catch, well, not so much ‘catch’ as ‘cannon-hole’ in the kid’s stride after a night like this with Malcolm you could image how sore that’d be. Angus wouldn’t be sitting down for a week.
“I’ll give you what you need.”
Angus arched his back with a whimper, never once taking his eyes off Bon. He bowed his spine, thrusting his arse up towards Bon who palmed it eagerly with a smirk, shushing Angus’ whimpers and watching the thunderous, flashing-eyed Malcolm from his position on the bed. Angus whimpered as Bon toyed with his backside affectionately. Mal loved doing that; teasing him, driving him insane - sometimes he’d just suck the head of his cock, blow across it, just enough to drive him crazy with desperation; other times he’d finish and pull out, go out for a smoke, leave Angus on the bed sobbing and writhing against the sheets, desperate for friction but never quite receiving enough, leaving him for minutes or even hours, finally coming back in to a frantic, writhing, whimpering mess that lasted about half a millisecond before exploding come all over the bed and Malcolm’s teasing hands. That was a particular favourite thing to do when he was bound and gagged somewhere. He knew who he belonged to; or at least, Malcolm’s eyes threatened that he’d better fucking know whose possession he was, or boy was there gonna be hell later.
Grinding against Angus’ arse, Bon pulled down his zipper, growling possessively and daring the other to come forward and pry him from his mount… Dangerously close. Too close for Malcolm’s liking as he scowled deeply, eying Bon evilly before he bolted for the bed and knocked Bon off of Angus, snarling heavily, growling to protect what was his. Malcolm eagerly claimed Angus back to him, sinking teeth into the corner of his jaw and growling again.
Angus shivered and rolled over beneath his brother, feeling the growl vibrate through his chest and he glanced at Bon, clinging to his big brother desperately, locking his legs possessively around Malcolm’s waist. He could suddenly feel the same possessiveness that Malcolm desperately radiated, keeping a strong hold on his brother and sending Bon a twin of the glare Malcolm was sending. Malcolm was his mate, he was his bitch, no one else’s, he belonged to his brother alone and not whoever else got there first and spread his slutty legs… He felt instantly guilty, looking up at Malcolm who almost smiled back, seeing that his brother finally understood who owned him, and nuzzled Angus sweetly with his nose, still watching Bon like a hawk - he should’ve known that before he went presenting himself to Bon. Nuzzling into Malcolm’s neck and feeling his brother smirk, he whined apologetically into the heated flesh.
“Malcolm…” Angus whimpered, nipping at his chin and rubbing like a little cat as Malcolm tightened his arms and began kissing and lapping at his little brother’s neck, cock hard and excited to get back to what they were doing before they were oh-so-rudely interrupted. Bon growled but kept his distance, catching the sudden irate warning in Malcolm’s eyes, the glare thrown over the elder Young’s shoulder towards him lethal.
Angus mewled softly as Mal kissed his neck, tongue gently stroking over the many bites and hickeys, sucking and lapping at the bruised, abused flesh as he arched underneath him, his cock rubbing against Malcolm’s body as he eagerly rose to meet his grinding hips. He could tell that Malcolm was ready to reap the benefits of reclaiming him and spread his legs wide, encouraging Malcolm to settle between his splayed thighs with a whimper, but Bon interjected before they could actually get anywhere and Malcolm growled again, vicious, dangerous and low in the pit of his stomach, the thunderous rumbling vibrating in his chest and making Angus shiver. Angus cowered below Malcolm, slinking back a little and snuggling closer against his brother as Malcolm crouched over him protectively like a lioness would her cubs. “Y’wan’ ‘im? Fuckin’ fight fer ‘im, cunt!”
At Bon’s reply - “You bet I fuckin’ will!” - he slid off the bed with a roll of his eyes. Okay, this was just getting stupid now. He slumped onto the floor to watch as Bon leapt forward, tackling Malcolm to the bed, teeth and nails tearing at every reachable inch of the rhythm guitarist as he tore at the other. Malcolm had better do a damn good job of protecting Angus because fuck it, he craved that bitch and he wanted it now, Malcolm struggling violently, nails digging into the singer’s wrists and hissing like an angry cat - well, angry large wildcat - at him.
Angus trembled, his cock still painfully hard between his shaking thighs as the bed bounced angrily with them two going at it and he wrapped a hand around his cock with a soft hum, hips instantly bucking into the tight fist as he whimpered and arched his back, squeezing the pulsing shaft within his palm. He would’ve given anything for Mal to crawl over to him, seep between his thighs and just fuck him through the floor, batting his hand away and stroking his dick until he was seeing stars and the front desk was calling up complaints because of how damn loud they were… Angus stilled his hand on his cock, just letting his hips rock into it as he reached down further with his other hand, rubbing at his entrance with a soft moan. God, watching these two fighting over him always made him so fucking hot!
Malcolm shoved Bon back, suddenly atop him again, the menacing, lustful glint in his dark eyes warning Bon that he’d better be fucking wary. Bon smashed his forehead forwards into Malcolm’s, the smaller man yelping in pain and reeling backwards from the flash of brutal white agony. He jerked sharply, grabbing Malcolm’s shoulders and throwing him off the bed, catching sight of Angus jerking himself off out of the corner of his eyes, easing fingertips into himself teasingly, making himself wail and moan. He could tell that Malcolm’s dazed eyes were fixed on the same delicious sight and Bon licked his lips, stiffening at the sight and his own cock pulsing. Malcolm was obviously desperate behind him, incapable of movement due to the disorienting headbutt-to-the-face, his shaft jutting out into the air, eager to once again impale the younger brother on it and claim him back.
Quite the contrary. Malcolm was just getting ready to tackle Bon again when he saw Angus jerking himself off, moaning wantonly and arching. He was struck dumb and motionless as he took this breathtaking sight in, the throbbing arousal between his legs hardening impossibly until he hurt, ached for his brother, craving that slim, hot little body to wrap around him and send him spiralling into orbit again.
But not if Angus didn’t have a say about it…, Bon thought with a wicked grin.
Angus’ eyes were focussed hazily on Bon, still bucking his hips minutely as the elder man smiled and coaxed him up onto the bed. Angus came readily, letting himself go and climbing up onto the bed, panting like a little puppy, eager, wide-eyed and whining. Bon grinned, motioning him forwards and still, Angus obeyed, purring when he reached him, rubbing his body sensually against Bon’s like a cat, eyes heated and full of desire, the same mix brimming over and seeming to spill down his skin, a cloud of lust surrounding his body as he whimpered for Bon to touch him, do something… As much as he hated it, Malcolm was forced to watch, rolling over onto his stomach on the floor, cock aching and hard as steel beneath him. Angus had picked Bon - fine. But the second he was done Malcolm was going to drill into Angus who he fucking belonged to, the little whore.
Angus drew forward on his hands and knees in front of Bon, curling his ass up into the air with an arch of his spine, pushing himself back and stretching. He looked pleadingly over his shoulder, eyes wide, liquid and begging for this insane arousal - he felt like he hadn’t been fucking touched all night - to end, beseechingly batting his thick eyelashes at Bon who, like Malcolm, just couldn’t resist that face. Bon shot a glance over his shoulder at the elder brother who was practically pacing up and down by the bed and Angus shivered as that venomous look scraped over him as Malcolm passed, eyes furious, clouded with desire and anger as Malcolm stalked them. God, he was going to get hell for this later, but fuck him if he wasn’t going to scream himself hoarse until he was blue in the face and love every fucking second of it…
Bon reached out and grabbed Angus’ slim hips, moulding his hands around the sharp curves of the bones and dragged them back, impaling the boy up to the limit in one smooth, long thrust. Angus wasn’t gonna get fucking stretched, hell no, kid was gonna get it hard, fast and bare, just like he knew Angus wanted it. Angus let out an ecstatic cry, squeezing his eyes shut and smooshing his face into the sheets, gripping the bed linens with white knuckles as he keened and pushed back against Bon’s hips. Malcolm watched, and despite the seething jealousy writhing in his stomach like a knot of angry snakes, he felt almost sympathetic towards Bon - the look in the singer’s eyes and the way he groaned and shook in bliss gave away just how long it’d been since he’d had sex of any kind, poor guy. Despite the fact he was fucking Malcolm’s bitch. Grr.
Their hips rocked savagely, Bon groaning, head hanging back slightly as he pulled out of Angus, feeling muscles lock down to prevent him withdrawing completely until he was forced to push back in, another harsh grunt and a whine from the shaking young man underneath him. The bed moved with them, creaking in protest, nowhere near as loud as it had been when Malcolm was fucking Angus into its mattress, making the headboard lash against the wall almost as loudly as the younger brother’s screams… Angus gripped the sheets, catching flashes of Malcolm’s scowling face as he was fucked, hard but nowhere near hard enough, into the sheets. Christ, he was really for it now… That expression meant only one thing: he was fucking in for it later, no doubt about that. He was in for it good.
Malcolm watched as he laid down on the spot, giving up his pacing in favour of sprawling as best he could on the floor, shifting a tad to ease the uncomfortable pressure on his raging prick. He watched as Bon fucked his brother enthusiastically, scornful. Bon was way too wound up, far too close already, Angus’d never get off at this rate, even though he was willing to bet that Angus was twice as hard as Bon and if Bon thought this was fucking Angus hard he had another think coming. This was like being tickled with a feather duster compared to what Angus and his elder brother thought was hard. He licked his lips hungrily, knowing that Angus would catch that and he heard that little sigh with a hitch in it that always made him so fucking horny; he waited patiently for his turn, waiting for a chance to pounce on Angus and fuck him properly, right through the fucking bed…
Bon was quick, much quicker than Angus had anticipated and he was still moaning desperately as Bon finished with a great yell, his hips slamming forwards like a pneumatic piston and almost throwing Angus off the bed. Angus let out a shriek and clutched wildly at the sheets, spine bowing and shivering as Bon’s seed spilled inside him, slick and warm and he whimpered, crushed slightly under Bon’s uncomfortably heavy weight, slumped on his back. He caught sight of Malcolm staring at them, eyes glinting, and warily wriggled, trying to get out from underneath Bon. He felt almost… bitter; Bon wasn’t anything like Mal. No one was. How fucking stupid was he to think that Bon could come anywhere close to his brother, be able to do what Mal could? Sure, he made him scream - a little; and bounced the bed along with them, but he was just so - disappointed. The reality didn’t live up to the expectations. Angus whimpered as his brother’s smouldering dark eyes met his from across the room and he reached out for his mate desperately, hands grasping at air needily: “M-Mal… M-Maaaaaal…!”
Malcolm shivered pleasantly as his brother called out to him, begging, wanting him, needing him, and eagerly crawled over, shoving Bon off of him with a scoff. “Fucking amateurs, eh Ang?”
Angus trembled as Malcolm came to him immediately at his wanton call, knowing that Angus needed him so badly he could hardly breathe. And not just because he was so fucking hard he hurt. He literally couldn’t breathe under Bon, and Malcolm shoved him off, allowing Angus to drag in a deep gulp of air and whimper happily. He groaned as Bon’s cock slid out of him and the singer slumped against the pillows, a panting, sweaty mess. Angus was dragged by his brother to the other end of the bed, his heart thudding heavy in his chest, the smell of sex pungent. He flung his arms around Malcolm’s neck, kissing the plush lips feverishly, sweaty hair gently being stroked off his face by a small hand. His entire body was wracked with shudders as hands now played all over his naked skin, goosebumps breaking out everywhere as he was tugged back, nuzzling into the warm chest and into Malcolm’s neck as his brother nibbled gently at his ear and sucked the lobe into his mouth hotly. “M-Mal… s-sorry… s-so sorry…”
Malcolm smirked with satisfaction as Angus mewled and rubbed against him like a little cat, lithe form arching under him and nuzzling into his shoulder, his skin burning and his body shaking. Christ, he was nowhere near satisified. “Tut tut, aww, baby,” he chuckled quietly, kissing the side of Angus’ face, “someone didn’t do a very good job on you, did they?” He shot a smug look at Bon, who retorted with the finger and laid back, content to watch. Malcolm laced soft kisses down Angus’ throat before digging his teeth into his shoulder in a sharp, harsh bite, putting his bitch back in its place before pushing Angus back to lie on the duvet, pinning his wrists as he teased with shallow, fast little thrusts barely past the ring of muscle at Angus’ entrance. Angus cried out, begging Malcolm to “F-fucking t-take me already!” in a desperate, choked-out moan before his brother slammed inside, the scream Angus produced probably waking up the entire hotel and all of the populated areas in a ten-mile radius. Malcolm chuckled darkly, fucking him relentlessly through the mattress without any pretence of mercy, growling possessively into Angus’ ear: “You’re my bitch, always my bitch, always have been, always will be, and you’d better fucking KNOW that, right?”
Angus let out a loud wail in response before Malcolm pummelled that spot inside him and he screamed like a banshee, sure the noise would shatter the windows, wake all of the neighbours and have management knocking on their door in loud protest. As if that would stop them anyway… He scrabbled for hold, finding none, headed spinning with pleasure, noises escaping his mouth with Malcolm’s every vicious thrust, his elder brother’s hips rocking him forward every time he slammed into him. A whine. A pant. A shriek. A grunt. A scream. Each thrust brought something new, until he was hollering over and over again. “Oh - h-harder - f-fuck me - ha-harder!” he pleaded every time Mal’s hips collided into him like a ten-ton lorry - “F-fuck - me - h-harder - oh God - fuck - YES!”
Malcolm revelled in the sounds Angus was making, sinking his teeth into his own lip for once, fucking Angus into the sheets like an animal. Christ, he fucking loved it when Angus screamed, loved it when he moaned, loved it when he begged - fuck it, he loved him… He bucked feverishly, tossing his head back with a moan. Bon had gotten up at some point, the bed now protesting more freely as his weight was removed. The headboard rimmed the wall explosively and he chuckled as he zipped up his pants, watching Malcolm’s hips rock back and forth into his little lover*, who screamed helplessly at the top of his impressive lungs beneath him. He’d borrowed what he’d needed and given it back, and now Angus was all Malcolm’s again. Not that he’d ever actually completely stopped belonging to his brother - Malcolm’s vicious fighting skills made sure of that - and Bon slipped out of the door, looking over his shoulder with a mischievous grin as he opened the door. He chuckled and squeezed out, closing the door behind him and leaving them to fuck each other’s brains out on the bed. Not that Angus noticed as Malcolm pulled his legs up to rest over his shoulders so that Malcolm could thrust deeper. The deeper, the better - as Angus discovered when Malcolm thrust in hard, dragging over that sweet nerve, making him scream and squeeze his eyes shut, stars bursting behind his lids.
“Oh - fuck, Mal! - Right - there - right - THERE! -” Angus no longer cared who heard him (did he ever?) as he screamed and moaned freely for his brother, arching and whimpering and scraping his nails right down Malcolm’s naked back. Malcolm hissed in his ear, growling, “Who fucking owns you?”
“Y-You… Oh fuck, M-Mal, p-please… I’m - I’m YOURS!” he shrieked as Malcolm dragged his head back, biting down on the rim of his ear and repeating the snarled question, not caring that his only response was an incoherent yelping/moaning sound that just inflamed him further, sure he’d actually do Angus some real fucking damage if he didn’t come soon, the way his hips were getting faster and thrusting harder, drilling his point home and all Angus did was shriek and clutch tighter and push back and moan and… and…
Thought control was completely wiped from both brothers’ brains as Malcolm’s pace increased to an frantic, mind-blowing, out-of-control rhythm, his hips pounding so fast that they never seemed to leave Angus’ body, sneaking a hand down between them to grasp Angus’ cock, stroking just as fast as his hips were going, the animosity of such a pace driving both brothers insane.
A good hard squeeze was as long as it took for Angus to finally come with a great cry, exploding white pleasure in a haze across his vision, bursting into tears as he was driven into the mattress in a heated, sweaty mess, Malcolm bearing down on him mercilessly, the splashes of come spurting between them in thick ropes to coat Malcolm’s chest and his own stomach, dripping down from his brother as Malcolm arched his back with an ear-splitting roar, the stroking only really helping to milk every last drop out of Angus as he clenched savagely around Malcolm, feeling him thicken before his brothers’ release erupted into him, pleasure still barrelling throughout his entire body in tidal waves enough to drown in as Malcolm collapsed, shaking, on top of him.
“Oh guh-God…” Angus whimpered, teeth gritted, shaking like a leaf - “L… Love - you.”
“L-Love you t-too…” Malcolm groaned, rolling them over and wrapping his arms around Angus, kissing him satedly with a wide grin. Angus smiled back fondly, eyes now sleepy and he yawned, kicking the stained comforter from the bed.
Malcolm mumbled soft endearments sweetly into his ear as he dragged Angus under the sheets and snuggled up to him, moulding his body around every single inch of Angus’, kissing his ear. Angus looked over his shoulder at his brother, looking straight into smiling chocolate-brown eyes and he whispered, “Y-yours… Al-always yours.”
*Shameless song plug there. Little Lover is one of my favourites... possibly because Bon's voice is so fucking G-D sexy in it!!
Pairing: Angus/Malcolm, Angus/Bon
Rating: NC-17, definitely!
Disclaimer: As we all know, I don't own the boys. Unfortunate, yes, but true. This never happened as far as we know and so you're just going to have to settle for my imagination.
Warnings: Exceedingly possessive Malcolm, injuries being inflicted and pure smut XD. I SPENT EIGHT STRAIGHT FUCKING HOURS ON THIS, PEOPLE. BE NICE.
Dedications: for hellz_happyface, stormy_mayday and drink_on_me.
Cowritten by the truly amazing stormy_mayday and drink_on_me.
Bon jolted back angrily as hands clawed at his face, the small rhythm guitarist scowling astride his hips, lips pulled back in a snarl, eyes flashing black dangerously. Fucking hell! This was so… so… so fucking… were there even fucking words for it?! Christ, it was so possessive, raging, burning with want and anger, the air between him and Malcolm thick with hate, possessiveness and carnal lust, mostly focussed on Angus but obviously the rippling hate was crucifying them both, sharp-edged and vicious. He was determined to fight, damn it, determined to fight back. If he lost, so be it. There were roadies and groupies out there who would be more than willing, but he was going to fucking fight until he was forced to lose. He didn’t want the damn roadies or the fucking groupies; when he won he wanted to claim his prize, that writhing boy on the bed who wailed quietly and begged for someone, anyone, to put him out of this misery.
Angus wailed again, the sound going straight to Bon’s cock and he felt himself stiffen further, throwing Malcolm off him with a sharp, hard shove and crawling over to the bed. Angus was watching him, eyes nearly black with want and desire. Bon chuckled. He felt like an animal; Mal was a fucking animal! Christ, he was gonna as be sore as Angus’ arse by tomorrow, and trust him, if you saw the catch, well, not so much ‘catch’ as ‘cannon-hole’ in the kid’s stride after a night like this with Malcolm you could image how sore that’d be. Angus wouldn’t be sitting down for a week.
“I’ll give you what you need.”
Angus arched his back with a whimper, never once taking his eyes off Bon. He bowed his spine, thrusting his arse up towards Bon who palmed it eagerly with a smirk, shushing Angus’ whimpers and watching the thunderous, flashing-eyed Malcolm from his position on the bed. Angus whimpered as Bon toyed with his backside affectionately. Mal loved doing that; teasing him, driving him insane - sometimes he’d just suck the head of his cock, blow across it, just enough to drive him crazy with desperation; other times he’d finish and pull out, go out for a smoke, leave Angus on the bed sobbing and writhing against the sheets, desperate for friction but never quite receiving enough, leaving him for minutes or even hours, finally coming back in to a frantic, writhing, whimpering mess that lasted about half a millisecond before exploding come all over the bed and Malcolm’s teasing hands. That was a particular favourite thing to do when he was bound and gagged somewhere. He knew who he belonged to; or at least, Malcolm’s eyes threatened that he’d better fucking know whose possession he was, or boy was there gonna be hell later.
Grinding against Angus’ arse, Bon pulled down his zipper, growling possessively and daring the other to come forward and pry him from his mount… Dangerously close. Too close for Malcolm’s liking as he scowled deeply, eying Bon evilly before he bolted for the bed and knocked Bon off of Angus, snarling heavily, growling to protect what was his. Malcolm eagerly claimed Angus back to him, sinking teeth into the corner of his jaw and growling again.
Angus shivered and rolled over beneath his brother, feeling the growl vibrate through his chest and he glanced at Bon, clinging to his big brother desperately, locking his legs possessively around Malcolm’s waist. He could suddenly feel the same possessiveness that Malcolm desperately radiated, keeping a strong hold on his brother and sending Bon a twin of the glare Malcolm was sending. Malcolm was his mate, he was his bitch, no one else’s, he belonged to his brother alone and not whoever else got there first and spread his slutty legs… He felt instantly guilty, looking up at Malcolm who almost smiled back, seeing that his brother finally understood who owned him, and nuzzled Angus sweetly with his nose, still watching Bon like a hawk - he should’ve known that before he went presenting himself to Bon. Nuzzling into Malcolm’s neck and feeling his brother smirk, he whined apologetically into the heated flesh.
“Malcolm…” Angus whimpered, nipping at his chin and rubbing like a little cat as Malcolm tightened his arms and began kissing and lapping at his little brother’s neck, cock hard and excited to get back to what they were doing before they were oh-so-rudely interrupted. Bon growled but kept his distance, catching the sudden irate warning in Malcolm’s eyes, the glare thrown over the elder Young’s shoulder towards him lethal.
Angus mewled softly as Mal kissed his neck, tongue gently stroking over the many bites and hickeys, sucking and lapping at the bruised, abused flesh as he arched underneath him, his cock rubbing against Malcolm’s body as he eagerly rose to meet his grinding hips. He could tell that Malcolm was ready to reap the benefits of reclaiming him and spread his legs wide, encouraging Malcolm to settle between his splayed thighs with a whimper, but Bon interjected before they could actually get anywhere and Malcolm growled again, vicious, dangerous and low in the pit of his stomach, the thunderous rumbling vibrating in his chest and making Angus shiver. Angus cowered below Malcolm, slinking back a little and snuggling closer against his brother as Malcolm crouched over him protectively like a lioness would her cubs. “Y’wan’ ‘im? Fuckin’ fight fer ‘im, cunt!”
At Bon’s reply - “You bet I fuckin’ will!” - he slid off the bed with a roll of his eyes. Okay, this was just getting stupid now. He slumped onto the floor to watch as Bon leapt forward, tackling Malcolm to the bed, teeth and nails tearing at every reachable inch of the rhythm guitarist as he tore at the other. Malcolm had better do a damn good job of protecting Angus because fuck it, he craved that bitch and he wanted it now, Malcolm struggling violently, nails digging into the singer’s wrists and hissing like an angry cat - well, angry large wildcat - at him.
Angus trembled, his cock still painfully hard between his shaking thighs as the bed bounced angrily with them two going at it and he wrapped a hand around his cock with a soft hum, hips instantly bucking into the tight fist as he whimpered and arched his back, squeezing the pulsing shaft within his palm. He would’ve given anything for Mal to crawl over to him, seep between his thighs and just fuck him through the floor, batting his hand away and stroking his dick until he was seeing stars and the front desk was calling up complaints because of how damn loud they were… Angus stilled his hand on his cock, just letting his hips rock into it as he reached down further with his other hand, rubbing at his entrance with a soft moan. God, watching these two fighting over him always made him so fucking hot!
Malcolm shoved Bon back, suddenly atop him again, the menacing, lustful glint in his dark eyes warning Bon that he’d better be fucking wary. Bon smashed his forehead forwards into Malcolm’s, the smaller man yelping in pain and reeling backwards from the flash of brutal white agony. He jerked sharply, grabbing Malcolm’s shoulders and throwing him off the bed, catching sight of Angus jerking himself off out of the corner of his eyes, easing fingertips into himself teasingly, making himself wail and moan. He could tell that Malcolm’s dazed eyes were fixed on the same delicious sight and Bon licked his lips, stiffening at the sight and his own cock pulsing. Malcolm was obviously desperate behind him, incapable of movement due to the disorienting headbutt-to-the-face, his shaft jutting out into the air, eager to once again impale the younger brother on it and claim him back.
Quite the contrary. Malcolm was just getting ready to tackle Bon again when he saw Angus jerking himself off, moaning wantonly and arching. He was struck dumb and motionless as he took this breathtaking sight in, the throbbing arousal between his legs hardening impossibly until he hurt, ached for his brother, craving that slim, hot little body to wrap around him and send him spiralling into orbit again.
But not if Angus didn’t have a say about it…, Bon thought with a wicked grin.
Angus’ eyes were focussed hazily on Bon, still bucking his hips minutely as the elder man smiled and coaxed him up onto the bed. Angus came readily, letting himself go and climbing up onto the bed, panting like a little puppy, eager, wide-eyed and whining. Bon grinned, motioning him forwards and still, Angus obeyed, purring when he reached him, rubbing his body sensually against Bon’s like a cat, eyes heated and full of desire, the same mix brimming over and seeming to spill down his skin, a cloud of lust surrounding his body as he whimpered for Bon to touch him, do something… As much as he hated it, Malcolm was forced to watch, rolling over onto his stomach on the floor, cock aching and hard as steel beneath him. Angus had picked Bon - fine. But the second he was done Malcolm was going to drill into Angus who he fucking belonged to, the little whore.
Angus drew forward on his hands and knees in front of Bon, curling his ass up into the air with an arch of his spine, pushing himself back and stretching. He looked pleadingly over his shoulder, eyes wide, liquid and begging for this insane arousal - he felt like he hadn’t been fucking touched all night - to end, beseechingly batting his thick eyelashes at Bon who, like Malcolm, just couldn’t resist that face. Bon shot a glance over his shoulder at the elder brother who was practically pacing up and down by the bed and Angus shivered as that venomous look scraped over him as Malcolm passed, eyes furious, clouded with desire and anger as Malcolm stalked them. God, he was going to get hell for this later, but fuck him if he wasn’t going to scream himself hoarse until he was blue in the face and love every fucking second of it…
Bon reached out and grabbed Angus’ slim hips, moulding his hands around the sharp curves of the bones and dragged them back, impaling the boy up to the limit in one smooth, long thrust. Angus wasn’t gonna get fucking stretched, hell no, kid was gonna get it hard, fast and bare, just like he knew Angus wanted it. Angus let out an ecstatic cry, squeezing his eyes shut and smooshing his face into the sheets, gripping the bed linens with white knuckles as he keened and pushed back against Bon’s hips. Malcolm watched, and despite the seething jealousy writhing in his stomach like a knot of angry snakes, he felt almost sympathetic towards Bon - the look in the singer’s eyes and the way he groaned and shook in bliss gave away just how long it’d been since he’d had sex of any kind, poor guy. Despite the fact he was fucking Malcolm’s bitch. Grr.
Their hips rocked savagely, Bon groaning, head hanging back slightly as he pulled out of Angus, feeling muscles lock down to prevent him withdrawing completely until he was forced to push back in, another harsh grunt and a whine from the shaking young man underneath him. The bed moved with them, creaking in protest, nowhere near as loud as it had been when Malcolm was fucking Angus into its mattress, making the headboard lash against the wall almost as loudly as the younger brother’s screams… Angus gripped the sheets, catching flashes of Malcolm’s scowling face as he was fucked, hard but nowhere near hard enough, into the sheets. Christ, he was really for it now… That expression meant only one thing: he was fucking in for it later, no doubt about that. He was in for it good.
Malcolm watched as he laid down on the spot, giving up his pacing in favour of sprawling as best he could on the floor, shifting a tad to ease the uncomfortable pressure on his raging prick. He watched as Bon fucked his brother enthusiastically, scornful. Bon was way too wound up, far too close already, Angus’d never get off at this rate, even though he was willing to bet that Angus was twice as hard as Bon and if Bon thought this was fucking Angus hard he had another think coming. This was like being tickled with a feather duster compared to what Angus and his elder brother thought was hard. He licked his lips hungrily, knowing that Angus would catch that and he heard that little sigh with a hitch in it that always made him so fucking horny; he waited patiently for his turn, waiting for a chance to pounce on Angus and fuck him properly, right through the fucking bed…
Bon was quick, much quicker than Angus had anticipated and he was still moaning desperately as Bon finished with a great yell, his hips slamming forwards like a pneumatic piston and almost throwing Angus off the bed. Angus let out a shriek and clutched wildly at the sheets, spine bowing and shivering as Bon’s seed spilled inside him, slick and warm and he whimpered, crushed slightly under Bon’s uncomfortably heavy weight, slumped on his back. He caught sight of Malcolm staring at them, eyes glinting, and warily wriggled, trying to get out from underneath Bon. He felt almost… bitter; Bon wasn’t anything like Mal. No one was. How fucking stupid was he to think that Bon could come anywhere close to his brother, be able to do what Mal could? Sure, he made him scream - a little; and bounced the bed along with them, but he was just so - disappointed. The reality didn’t live up to the expectations. Angus whimpered as his brother’s smouldering dark eyes met his from across the room and he reached out for his mate desperately, hands grasping at air needily: “M-Mal… M-Maaaaaal…!”
Malcolm shivered pleasantly as his brother called out to him, begging, wanting him, needing him, and eagerly crawled over, shoving Bon off of him with a scoff. “Fucking amateurs, eh Ang?”
Angus trembled as Malcolm came to him immediately at his wanton call, knowing that Angus needed him so badly he could hardly breathe. And not just because he was so fucking hard he hurt. He literally couldn’t breathe under Bon, and Malcolm shoved him off, allowing Angus to drag in a deep gulp of air and whimper happily. He groaned as Bon’s cock slid out of him and the singer slumped against the pillows, a panting, sweaty mess. Angus was dragged by his brother to the other end of the bed, his heart thudding heavy in his chest, the smell of sex pungent. He flung his arms around Malcolm’s neck, kissing the plush lips feverishly, sweaty hair gently being stroked off his face by a small hand. His entire body was wracked with shudders as hands now played all over his naked skin, goosebumps breaking out everywhere as he was tugged back, nuzzling into the warm chest and into Malcolm’s neck as his brother nibbled gently at his ear and sucked the lobe into his mouth hotly. “M-Mal… s-sorry… s-so sorry…”
Malcolm smirked with satisfaction as Angus mewled and rubbed against him like a little cat, lithe form arching under him and nuzzling into his shoulder, his skin burning and his body shaking. Christ, he was nowhere near satisified. “Tut tut, aww, baby,” he chuckled quietly, kissing the side of Angus’ face, “someone didn’t do a very good job on you, did they?” He shot a smug look at Bon, who retorted with the finger and laid back, content to watch. Malcolm laced soft kisses down Angus’ throat before digging his teeth into his shoulder in a sharp, harsh bite, putting his bitch back in its place before pushing Angus back to lie on the duvet, pinning his wrists as he teased with shallow, fast little thrusts barely past the ring of muscle at Angus’ entrance. Angus cried out, begging Malcolm to “F-fucking t-take me already!” in a desperate, choked-out moan before his brother slammed inside, the scream Angus produced probably waking up the entire hotel and all of the populated areas in a ten-mile radius. Malcolm chuckled darkly, fucking him relentlessly through the mattress without any pretence of mercy, growling possessively into Angus’ ear: “You’re my bitch, always my bitch, always have been, always will be, and you’d better fucking KNOW that, right?”
Angus let out a loud wail in response before Malcolm pummelled that spot inside him and he screamed like a banshee, sure the noise would shatter the windows, wake all of the neighbours and have management knocking on their door in loud protest. As if that would stop them anyway… He scrabbled for hold, finding none, headed spinning with pleasure, noises escaping his mouth with Malcolm’s every vicious thrust, his elder brother’s hips rocking him forward every time he slammed into him. A whine. A pant. A shriek. A grunt. A scream. Each thrust brought something new, until he was hollering over and over again. “Oh - h-harder - f-fuck me - ha-harder!” he pleaded every time Mal’s hips collided into him like a ten-ton lorry - “F-fuck - me - h-harder - oh God - fuck - YES!”
Malcolm revelled in the sounds Angus was making, sinking his teeth into his own lip for once, fucking Angus into the sheets like an animal. Christ, he fucking loved it when Angus screamed, loved it when he moaned, loved it when he begged - fuck it, he loved him… He bucked feverishly, tossing his head back with a moan. Bon had gotten up at some point, the bed now protesting more freely as his weight was removed. The headboard rimmed the wall explosively and he chuckled as he zipped up his pants, watching Malcolm’s hips rock back and forth into his little lover*, who screamed helplessly at the top of his impressive lungs beneath him. He’d borrowed what he’d needed and given it back, and now Angus was all Malcolm’s again. Not that he’d ever actually completely stopped belonging to his brother - Malcolm’s vicious fighting skills made sure of that - and Bon slipped out of the door, looking over his shoulder with a mischievous grin as he opened the door. He chuckled and squeezed out, closing the door behind him and leaving them to fuck each other’s brains out on the bed. Not that Angus noticed as Malcolm pulled his legs up to rest over his shoulders so that Malcolm could thrust deeper. The deeper, the better - as Angus discovered when Malcolm thrust in hard, dragging over that sweet nerve, making him scream and squeeze his eyes shut, stars bursting behind his lids.
“Oh - fuck, Mal! - Right - there - right - THERE! -” Angus no longer cared who heard him (did he ever?) as he screamed and moaned freely for his brother, arching and whimpering and scraping his nails right down Malcolm’s naked back. Malcolm hissed in his ear, growling, “Who fucking owns you?”
“Y-You… Oh fuck, M-Mal, p-please… I’m - I’m YOURS!” he shrieked as Malcolm dragged his head back, biting down on the rim of his ear and repeating the snarled question, not caring that his only response was an incoherent yelping/moaning sound that just inflamed him further, sure he’d actually do Angus some real fucking damage if he didn’t come soon, the way his hips were getting faster and thrusting harder, drilling his point home and all Angus did was shriek and clutch tighter and push back and moan and… and…
Thought control was completely wiped from both brothers’ brains as Malcolm’s pace increased to an frantic, mind-blowing, out-of-control rhythm, his hips pounding so fast that they never seemed to leave Angus’ body, sneaking a hand down between them to grasp Angus’ cock, stroking just as fast as his hips were going, the animosity of such a pace driving both brothers insane.
A good hard squeeze was as long as it took for Angus to finally come with a great cry, exploding white pleasure in a haze across his vision, bursting into tears as he was driven into the mattress in a heated, sweaty mess, Malcolm bearing down on him mercilessly, the splashes of come spurting between them in thick ropes to coat Malcolm’s chest and his own stomach, dripping down from his brother as Malcolm arched his back with an ear-splitting roar, the stroking only really helping to milk every last drop out of Angus as he clenched savagely around Malcolm, feeling him thicken before his brothers’ release erupted into him, pleasure still barrelling throughout his entire body in tidal waves enough to drown in as Malcolm collapsed, shaking, on top of him.
“Oh guh-God…” Angus whimpered, teeth gritted, shaking like a leaf - “L… Love - you.”
“L-Love you t-too…” Malcolm groaned, rolling them over and wrapping his arms around Angus, kissing him satedly with a wide grin. Angus smiled back fondly, eyes now sleepy and he yawned, kicking the stained comforter from the bed.
Malcolm mumbled soft endearments sweetly into his ear as he dragged Angus under the sheets and snuggled up to him, moulding his body around every single inch of Angus’, kissing his ear. Angus looked over his shoulder at his brother, looking straight into smiling chocolate-brown eyes and he whispered, “Y-yours… Al-always yours.”
*Shameless song plug there. Little Lover is one of my favourites... possibly because Bon's voice is so fucking G-D sexy in it!!