When the Fangirls are away, the Characters will play...
John took three steps into the living room before he froze, jaw dropping open at the figure playing Halo on the TV. Not possible. No way.
“Halley?!” She glanced up from the TV and shot him a grin before getting into some rather explicit shit-talk with some boys on XBL. “Halley… what are you doing here?” And right behind it the need to warn Anakin. As he thought it, Anakin stepped out of the kitchen and tossed Halley a can of cold Game Fuel.
“Hey, John. You finally woke up.” Anakin grinned and sat on the couch, picking his controller back up. “What’s the score?”
“I’m holding it together, but barely, Freekill.”
“That’s not my name.”
“It might as well be.” They played to the end of the game before turning it off, finally addressing the stunned Spartan.
“Halley, what are you doing here?”
“The fangirl had to go out, so she tossed me in here till she gets back.” She grinned, kicking back. “Nice pad. So this is what you’ve been doing when you vanish?” She glances over, one brow raising. “Or rather, who you’ve been doing?”
Anakin had the grace to blush slightly. “I can’t believe you’re cool with it.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? We’re married, it’s not a damn leash.”
Anakin put his arms around her in a hug, grinning. “Can we keep her?”
“NO!” John blushed, pale skin turning crimson at the picture of his two lovers in the same place at the same time… “No. She goes back.” A crack of thunder outside shook the little house, and the power went out.
“…Sheesh, when you said he got force powers, I didn’t…”
“That wasn’t me.” John frowned, looking out. “I guess this is what happens without a fangirl around to keep it sunny.” Halley stood up, searching for candles.
“Guess no X-box for a while.” Anakin checked the bedroom, and eventually they scrounged up enough candles to light the room, setting the couches to facing each other. “Now what?”
“I don’t know. We can talk.” The men sat across from each other, a little shy about their relationship with the woman in attendance. Halley sat with her back to the couch, between John’s legs. “When did you realize you were… you know,” she looked up at John. “Sly.”
“Off limits for conversation.” She pulled away, sitting next to Anakin with a scowl.
“Why? There’s nothing wrong with it. If anything, I should be mad.” Anakin nodded, silently eating some kind of almonds from a little bowl on the table. “But I’m not. So, I think you should be open with me.” She grinned, leaning forward. “Does he give you head?”
“Hey!” Anakin laughed out loud, nudging her with his foot.
“Oh, so now you agree with me?” John smirked across at Anakin, and nodded at Halley. “Yeah, he does.”
She burst into giggles, biting her tongue and looking at a blushing Anakin. “Who’s better?”
“Oh, I’m not going there.” John sat back, shaking his head.
“Come on!” She stuck out her tongue, and John shivered, desire rushing out of left field. Both of his lovers were slender, with beautiful faces decorated in distinguishing scars. He’d never realized that he honestly had specific tastes.
“No way. Alright. It’s a tie.” She made a face, and looked at Anakin. John made a face behind her back of “What am I supposed to say?” and Anakin burst out laughing. “Anakin’s pretty good when the teeth don’t come into it.”
“HEY!!” Anakin chucked an almond at him, laughing and blushing all at once.
“What about you?” Halley grinned at Anakin, close enough that he could smell lavender on her skin. He associated the scent with John and sex, now… it was rather alluring.
“What about me what?”
“Who gives better head, a woman or a man?”
“I, uh…” He blushed badly. “John. Does.”
She sat back, laughing. “Then again, you’ve never gotten it from me.” Anakin raised the scarred eyebrow at her.
“It’s true, she has a gift.” John smirked, finally at ease.
“Well, be my guest.” Anakin lounged jokingly, gesturing at his crotch. The little Spartan glanced over her shoulder at John, who very deliberately shrugged. Anakin’s brows shot straight up. “Wait wait wait…” Halley moved off the couch, kneeling between his legs. Her fingers moved over his pants, sliding the catch open. His body ignored his commands and yearned into her hands, and the Sith leaned back into the couch hard, gasping in surprise. “She… wouldn’t actually…ahhhh…” The noise escaped his lips helplessly as she slipped her mouth over him, easing his pants down to his knees, and then his ankles.
“Yeah, she would.” John lounged, watching; this couldn’t possibly be as hot at it seemed. Her unmistakeable hair pooled in Anakin’s lap, and the bigger Spartan damn near whined. He stood, moved over and knelt behind her, facing Anakin. She made a little noise as his hands slid over her back, around to the front of her waistband and expertly undid the front of the fatigues.
“This…is…” Anakin looked down at her as she drew back, some. Her full lips were parted in a lustful little smile, and her tongue traced him from base to tip without her eyes ever leaving his. He arched, whimpering. “Gah…she does. Have a gi----ift.” His real hand settled on her head, fingers twining in her fine, white hair.
“Told you.” John settled in behind her, and Anakin watched, licking his lips. There was something agonizingly erotic in the way the bigger Spartan gripped her thighs and slid up, fingers in the grooves where abs and hips met, and tilted her hips to accommodate that first slow thrust. She moaned, mouth moving to recapture his pride and damn near swallow it, lips and tongue and throat moving tirelessly. John leaned over her, and Anakin leaned up to meet him. A pair of tall men, it wasn’t hard. Anakin tilted his mouth against the Spartan’s, moaning softly. It was almost too much.
Halley gave a little moan, Anakin’s pride slipping deeper in her throat as John rocked her forward with a hard, rough thrust. The Sith whimpered in ecstasy, mouth pressing into John’s hard; their tongues meeting in a spar of impossible passion. Anakin’s mechanical hand got a grip on John’s short brown hair, now holding both Spartans in the same fashion. It was too much, sensory overload. The little Spartan truly had a talent, and in her mouth and with John’s kiss, it was more than his body could handle. He broke away, lips still close, crying out against John’s mouth and bucking into the smaller soldier’s willing hold. She milked the orgasm for all it was worth, and John ran his tongue slowly over Anakin’s lower lip, earning another spasm from the Sith’s hips.
“Unh.” Anakin sat back, panting heavily, trying to get his mind back and realizing for the sheer mind-blowing factor of it, that might have been the best orgasm of his life. He looked down finally, the little Spartan grinned devilishly; her body moving a little against his legs as John continued rocking.
“You taste good.”
“Do I?” He looked down at her, realizing how many barriers had just been shattered between them all. He grinned, and pulled her shirt open carelessly, tugged her higher in his lap, and roamed his hands over her lithe little body. She gave a little delighted noise at the touches, and he lowered his mouth to hers. He kissed her, hard, plundering the little Spartan’s mouth and cupping her breasts, grinning at John behind her. The biggest of the three was smiling like a kid in a candy shop, with the abandon of a teenager exploring sex for the first time. Anakin tasted himself, John, Halley, all of it in that kiss, and he tensed his hand in her hair again. She lost it then, rocking back against John’s hips with a low moan, face pressed into Anakin’s chest. John thrust in to full depth, dragging her orgasm out as long as he could.
She finally stopped shuddering, and he closed his eyes and leaned against her back. Anakin kissed him, long and slow, and John rocked in again. He lost it at last with a loud moan, his dark head bent close to Halley’s snowy one, and Anakin gripped both Spartans by the hair, laughing softly.
John finally pulled back some, watching drops of his sweat roll down Halley’s back, panting and grinning. “That… was more fun than the x-box.”
Anakin laughed incredulously, leaning back and running the now free hand through his own sweaty hair, and grinning. “No one beats the Spartans for a good time.” Halley snickered, still laying against his chest.
“So… now. Who’s better?”
“…” Anakin looked at her. Then at John. Then thought about John’s declaration of the Spartan’s stamina. He gave Halley a roguish little grin, and shrugged.
“I can’t decide. Best two out of three.”