Big Bang Challenge: Mirror, Mirror (Part 2)

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Title: Mirror, Mirror
Author: Katica Locke
Artist: SevenCorvus
Pairing/Characters: Finch/Reese, Finch/Reese/Alt!Reese
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Finch and Reese are surprised by the sudden appearance of Reese's counterpart from the alternate universe. Captain Reese wants information to help him catch a dangerous criminal in his world, but that's not all he's after. He's determined to get one or both men into bed with him, but when his scheming goes too far, how far will Reese and Finch go to salvage their partnership?
Warnings: Slash, Threesome (M/M/M), Fringe Crossover AU
Word Count: 17,000 words total (8500 in each part)

Part 1



Reese sat in his dark apartment, trying to forget the only way he knew how. He had an open bottle of whiskey in his hand, resting against his thigh, but with no more than a single mouthful missing. After he'd joined Finch's suicidal crusade, he'd sworn to himself that he would not drink himself into a stupor as long as he had something worth living for. And this was not the end of things, no matter how much it might feel like it.

He lifted his head as someone rapped upon his loft door, the sound echoing within the spacious apartment. Finch? Of course it was Finch; no one else knew where he lived and he doubted they'd come to read the meter at a quarter after midnight. He stood up, then hesitated. Did he really want to see Finch? He closed his eyes, seeing the older man's face as he unknowingly confessed he deepest feelings to the wrong Reese, the longing, the painful honesty, and Reese's heart ached. How could anyone want him? He was just a damaged old soldier with too much blood on his hands.

The knock came again, more insistent this time, and he sighed. Crossing the room, he turned the locks and pulled the door open, stopping short as his mirror image grinned at him.

"Expecting someone else?" Captain Reese asked. Reese started to slam the door on him, but the captain put out his hand, bracing it open. "C'mon now, that's no way to behave. I came to apologize."

Reese hesitated, then let go of the door and walked away. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" he asked. "Do you think an apology is really going to fix anything?"

"Relax, there's nothing that needs fixing," Captain Reese said, entering the apartment and closing the door behind him. "I talked to Harold and he's fine. He was just a bit flustered that he couldn't tell us apart, but he's glad he told you. It's been eating away at him-"

"I don't hear an apology in there," Reese growled, grabbing the bottle off the table and taking a drink.

"I'm sorry you got upset," Captain Reese said, walking over and pulling the bottle out of Reese's hand. "Thanks - don't mind if I do." He took a drink and grimaced. "How can you drink this shit? Anyway," he continued, setting the bottle back on the table, out of Reese's reach, "I also came here to say good-bye. I'm crossing back over to my universe in the morning and I doubt if you'll ever see me again."

"Good," Reese said, stepping toward the table to retrieve his bottle, only to have the captain slide between him and his target.

"C'mon, you don't really mean that," his counterpart purred, placing a hand against his chest, quick fingers tweaking a nipple before Reese could shove his hand away. "You'll miss me when I'm gone."

"Like I'd miss a hangover," Reese said. Speaking of which...He tried to push past the other man to reach the bottle, but Captain Reese resisted, pressing his body against Reese's, his hands grabbing Reese's hips as Reese tried to pull away.

"Easy, John," Captain Reese murmured. "I know all you can see in me are the differences between us, but we're very much alike, too. I could never hurt you. All I want to do is help."

Reese stiffened as the captain leaned toward him. "Stop this."

"Tell me you don't want him," Captain Reese said. "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't love him, and I will leave you alone. Tell me you wouldn't give anything to be able to make love to him, and I'm gone."

Reese could have lied to him. He was good at lying. But the fact that it would have been a lie made the words stick in his throat. "I...I can't."

"I know," Captain Reese said, reaching up and trailing his fingertips along Reese's jaw, fingernails rasping against the stubble. "And since I can't undo what I started, let me help you become the man you want to be. Let me help you overcome what was done to you." Reese tried to turn away, unable to meet his counterpart's gaze, but the captain cupped his cheek in one large hand. "There's no reason to be ashamed, John. Violence leaves scars upon us all. Some are just more obvious than others."

Captain Reese leaned toward him again, and this time, Reese let him. Their lips met, the taste of whiskey on the captain's tongue as he eased it into Reese's mouth, and Reese kissed him back, hands pressing against Captain Reese's shirt, fingers curling into fists and gripping the thin material. Captain Reese began to walk, taking slow steps as he drew Reese along with him, fingers plucking at the buttons on Reese's shirt, one hand sliding inside to caress his muscular chest.

Suddenly, Captain Reese drew back, out of breath and flushed. "Do you have any lube?" he asked.

"No," Reese said, his gut clenching as he noticed that the captain had led him to the bed.

"Good thing I stopped by the drug store, then," Captain Reese said, reaching into his inside coat pocket and pulling out a small bottle. He dropped it on the end of the bed and shrugged out of his coat, letting it fall to the floor. He reached for Reese's shirt again, but Reese tensed, suddenly uncertain.

"Are you gonna fuck me?"

"Only if you want me to," Captain Reese replied. "I was hoping you'd fuck me. I'll do either, but I prefer to bottom. I love a big, hard dick in my ass."

Reese regarded him for a moment, trying to decide if he was being deliberately vulgar to shock him, but the captain seemed completely sincere. Reese knew that what he'd gone through was not the norm when it came to gay sex, but he still couldn't help but wonder why anyone would want to be fucked in the ass. He'd gotten no pleasure out of it.

"All right," Reese said, coming to a decision. He was sick of the cold fear churning in the pit of his stomach, sick of the memories that haunted him, sick of being the one who was keeping Finch and him apart. He just needed to fucking get it over with. Taking a bracing breath, he began stripping off his clothes, Captain Reese eyeing him appreciatively as his shirt hit the floor.

"That's the spirit, John," Captain Reese said, and then it was like a race to see who could get naked first. The captain won, Reese faltering as dark red briefs slid down Captain Reese's muscular legs. Captain Reese straightened up, unabashed as his semi-erect cock swayed back and forth. Reese frowned as a glint of metal caught his eye.

"Is that a piercing?"

"Sure is," the captain said, stroking his cock to full hardness. "Thanks for noticing. This one is called a Prince Albert."

"Didn't that hurt?" Reese asked, stooping slightly to get a better look at the stainless steel ring, not quite closed with round knobs on either end, the thick bar seeming to enter the urethra and emerge underneath, through the flesh.

"Not as much as you'd think," Captain Reese said. "Actually, the frenums hurt more."

"The what?"

Captain Reese lifted up his cock, showing Reese the underside, where four pairs of gleaming metal knobs sat in two lines down the shaft. "Those tend to bring the most compliments, but my favorite is the guiche."

"Which one is that?" Reese asked, unable to see any more bits of metal sticking out through his skin.

"Oh, it's a surprise," Captain Reese said with a mischievous grin. "One you'll have to look everywhere to find."

Reese was pretty sure he didn't need to know where it was. "Don't they get in the way of sex?"

"Oh, hell no," the captain purred. "These babies stimulate so many nerve endings, it's like every day is Christmas." His gaze dropped to Reese's crotch and the dark briefs that covered him, but he didn't press. He held out his hand. "C'mon, I want you to do something for me."

"What?" Reese asked, allowing the other man to draw him down onto the bed. Captain Reese stroked himself, fingers playing over the knobs of the frenum piercings.

"Suck it."

Reese cringed, unable to stop his gut from clenching at the thought of taking that cock into his mouth. "I thought you wanted me to fuck you."

"In due time," Captain Reese said, all the teasing, all the cavalier swagger gone from him. "You told me that you'd had to suck off those men. Now you're going to suck on me and you'll see that it doesn't have to be like it was."

Reese shook his head, feeling like he wanted to vomit, the taste, the smell, the feeling of choking on cock and come washing over him like it had happened yesterday. He couldn't.

"Do it for Harold," the captain said softly and the churning in Reese's stomach quieted. He thought about the warm wetness of Captain Reese's mouth, how it had felt, and he imagined Finch's reaction, his flushed and sweaty skin, his trembling body, his gasps and moans. He could do this for him.

Reese swallowed hard and eased off the bed, kneeling in front of Captain Reese, his lips parting as he neared the head of his counterpart's cock. Ignoring the piercing, he touched his tongue to the crown and gave the sensitive skin a tentative lick. When nothing terrible happened, he took a bracing breath and dove down, engulfing the whole head in his mouth. The taste and smell was very male, a mix of sweat and musk and sex, but it wasn't the stink he remembered. He sucked, his tongue pressing against the metal ring, and Captain Reese moaned, his hips shifting.

"That's it, John," he said, reaching down and running his fingers back through the hair at Reese's temple. "Just relax. This is your show. Take as much or as little, go as fast or as slow as you want. I'm at your mercy."

Reese drew back, exploring the piercing with his tongue, sliding the circular bar through the hole and making the breath catch in his counterpart's throat. He hooked the tip of his tongue through the ring and gave a gentle tug, alarmed when Captain Reese cried out, his whole body stiffening.

Reese glanced up. "Did that hurt?"

"A little," he said. "Which is fine. I like it rough. I just wasn't expecting it from you. Just try flicking your tongue over the ring. That'll make me come in no time." Reese wasn't completely certain that was result he wanted, but he did as the captain said, flicking his tongue over the smooth metal, sometimes brushing against spit-slicked skin, sometimes tasting the thick drops of pre-come that welled up. Opening his mouth wider, he eased onto the stiff rod, teasing the back side of the piercing as he sealed his lips around the twitching organ and hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard.

"Oh, fuck, John - I'm coming!" Captain Reese shouted. Reese hesitated, then wrapped his hand around Captain Reese's shaft, fingers brushing over the frenum piercings as he stroked him, finding a rhythm with the shudders that wracked the other man's body. Reese drew back, a thread of come dangling from his lip and sticking to his chin as he swallowed, the taste familiar, and yet not nearly as repugnant as he remembered.

He wiped his chin with the back of his hand and glanced up at the captain. "I guess it wasn't that bad."

"That's good," Captain Reese panted. "But...um..." He shifted his gaze to just over Reese's left shoulder, a sheepish look on his face. Reese suddenly felt like he was going to throw up. Rising to his feet, Reese turned to find Finch standing halfway between him and the door - the door that Captain Reese had not bothered to lock after coming in.

Reese swallowed hard. "Finch- Harold, I- I-" He could think of nothing to say, nothing to excuse what he had done. He rounded on Captain Reese, hands clenching into fists. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me he was there!"

"Why? So you could stop?"

Reese damn near threw himself at the smug, selfish bastard, ready to make sure no one ever had trouble telling them apart again.

"John, that's enough," Finch said, his soft voice stopping Reese in his tracks. Reese stood, glaring at the captain, his entire body shaking from the inside out. "John-"

"I know, I know - diplomatic nightmare."

"No, that's not it," Finch said. "John, turn around and look at me."

Reese found that the hardest thing he'd ever had to do. He still couldn't meet Finch's gaze, staring instead at the knot of his tie.

"Don't be mad at Captain Reese," Finch said. "I should have knocked, but...I was eavesdropping on your conversation with him, listening through your phone-"

"How much did you hear?"

"All of it. So I know why you were doing that. What I don't understand is why you were doing it...for me. I'm just-"

"No, Harold, you're not," Reese said. "You're not just anything. You mean everything to me, and I would do anything for you." Finch looked away, as though he couldn't believe it were true, but it was. In that moment, Reese realized that nothing was more important to him than Finch. He took a hesitant step forward, stopping when Finch turned back toward him. For a moment, neither of them moved, and then Finch shrugged out of his coat, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.

Reese closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, surprised when Finch caught him by the back of the neck and pulled him down into a deep and hungry kiss. Reese kissed him back, hands wandering over Finch's chest and shoulders, trying to be gentle as he worked his suit jacket off. Finch groaned into his mouth, helping Reese rid him of jacket, tie, waistcoat, and shirt, his hands always finding their way back to Reese, touching his shoulders, his neck, his ears, combing through his hair, grazing his cheeks, his jaw. It was like Finch couldn't get enough of him, and those greedy touches were making him hard, tenting the front of his briefs. He drew a sharp breath, shuddering as Finch pressed against him, a matching bulge in Finch's trousers rubbing against his aching cock.

"You're welcome," Captain Reese said suddenly. They both ignored him. Reese hastily untucked Finch's undershirt, working it up his body, his hands discovering soft flesh and a surprising amount of chest hair beneath. Finch maneuvered his arms back through the sleeves, and then they finally had to break the kiss to finish taking the shirt off over his head. Both of them were gasping as Reese tossed the shirt to the floor, Finch reaching up to adjust his glasses. He was flushed and trembling, but there was an intensity, a need in his eyes that Reese had never seen before.

Suddenly, he looked past Reese, a slight frown creasing his brow. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked. Reese turned to see Captain Reese gathering up his clothes.

"I figured you guys wanted to be alone," the captain said.

"Sit your meddlesome ass back down and keep quiet," Finch said in a tone that brooked no argument, not even from the cheeky captain. He set his clothing down beside the bed and perched himself on the edge of the mattress, his cock at half-mast and slumped over against one thigh.

Reese turned back as Finch took him by the arm and pulled him close again, capturing his lips in a noisy, wet kiss, his hands roaming over Reese's bare chest. Reese broke the kiss first, gasping as Finch turned his attention to the ridge of Reese's collarbone, licking, nipping, and sucking at the flesh.

"What are you doing?" Reese whispered.

"Taking point," Finch whispered back.

"I meant about him. Are you just going to make him watch?"

"For now."

"And then?"

"Well...he is sort of handsome," Finch murmured, looking up at him. "Would you be comfortable with that?"

"He did do us a favor," Reese conceded, "even if it was only for his own selfish gains."

Finch cast a sideways look at the bed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "He looks so forlorn sitting there all by himself." Reese glanced back, unable to stop the devious grin that pulled at his lips as he turned back to Finch.

"My turn to take point," Reese said, kissing Finch again before sinking to his knees. He heard twin intakes of breath, followed by a low groan from across the room.

"You guys are sadistic," Captain Reese said.

Reese looked up at Finch, his stomach full of butterflies as he reached up and undid Finch's belt, sliding it from the loops and setting it on the floor. He released the button on Finch's trousers and slowly lowered the zipper, the tailored slacks sliding silently down Finch's legs to pool around his ankles. Reese started to help Finch out of his shoes, but a soft hand against his cheek stopped him.

"You don't have to do this," Finch whispered.

"I want to," Reese said, surprised by just how much he really meant it. He wanted to feel Finch in his mouth, to inhale his scent, to taste his come. He wanted to bring pleasure to this man, to the courageous, selfless man who had raised him from the gutter with the sole purpose of helping people. A man like that was a rare gem, a thing to be treasured, to be worshiped.

Reese resumed his task, helping Finch out of his shoes, socks, and pants, letting the older man hold on to his shoulders for balance and support. When he glanced up, he was confronted with a rather impressive tent in the front of Finch's boxers. Feeling faintly out of breath, he reached up and hooked his fingers into the waistband, licking his lips as he slowly drew the boxers down.

Over on the bed, Captain Reese groaned again as Finch's cock sprang into view, bobbing in front of Reese's lips.

"I told you to be quiet," Finch said to him. Reese tried to pay him no attention, but the knowledge that he had an audience was a surprising turn on. He made a show of licking his lips, opening his mouth, and taking Finch's cockhead onto his tongue, knowing that his counterpart was watching. Turning his eyes upward, he met Finch's intense gaze, and there was such warmth, such tenderness in his eyes, it made Reese ache deep down in his soul. This man was the antithesis of everything that had ever been done to him.

Wrapping his lips around Finch, he began to bob his head and suck, his tongue stroking against the underside of the head. He felt the shudder that ran through Finch, heard the stuttering intake of breath, watched the flush creep across his skin. Finch moaned low in his throat, raising his hands to touch Reese's face, to comb through his hair, blunt nails scraping across his scalp and making the back of his neck prickle.

"Oh, John," Finch moaned, but he put a firm hand on top of Reese head, stopping him. "Just stay still," he murmured. "Relax your jaw a little but keep your lips tight against me." Reese did as he was told, a secret thrill racing through him at being under Finch's command. Finch slowly rocked forward, pushing into Reese's mouth. Reese balked a little as Finch's cockhead pressed against the back of his tongue, just tickling his gag reflex and making it hard to breathe, but before he could pull away, Finch withdrew.

"Is that all right?" Finch asked.

Reese gave his head a small nod, pushing his tongue against Finch's shaft as Finch began to fuck his mouth, short, quick thrusts that didn't make him want to choke.

"This cruel and unusual punishment," Captain Reese moaned from across the room. "Haven't you heard of the Geneva Convention?"

"You're hardly a prisoner of war, Captain," Finch said his voice strained as his fingers curled into fists in Reese's hair. Reese braced himself for the flood of salty fluid in his mouth, but Finch suddenly let go and stepped back, gasping for breath as his cock twitched, the head shiny with spit.

Reese licked the excess saliva off his lips and looked up at him. "You're not going to finish?"

"Not in your mouth," Finch said, his words and insinuation making Reese shudder with anticipation. "Now finish getting undressed and go join the captain on the bed."

Reese climbed to his feet, his knees aching from kneeling on the hard floor, and stripped off his briefs as he hurried over to the bed. He sank down on the edge beside Captain Reese, glancing over at his double and wondering what Finch had in mind. A quiet click drew his attention and he turned back to find Finch taking a picture of them with his cell phone. With a crooked smile, Finch set the phone down on the table and stepped out of his boxers, his cock bobbing as he limped toward them.

"All right, Captain Reese," Finch said, stopping in front of him, "you have two options. One, you sit in that chair over there-" He pointed. "And quietly watch, or you can help me show John how to properly fuck a man."

"I'll help, I'll help," Captain Reese answered immediately. "Please, sir, let me help."

Finch narrowed his eyes, probably wondering - as was Reese - if the captain was being facetious, but there was an earnestness in his eyes, an aching honesty on his face, that could not be faked. Reese remembered his thrill at taking orders from Finch; perhaps he and his doppelganger were cut from the same cloth after all.

"Please, sir," Reese echoed, "let him help."

Finch gave him a curious look, but didn't object to having two Reeses at his beck and call. He turned back to the captain.

"Captain Reese - Didn't I hear you say you preferred to be called Jack?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very well. Jack, I want you to get into the middle of the bed, on your hands and knees."

Jack scrambled into the center of the mattress, his ass in the air as he spread his legs and lowered his shoulders, bracing himself on his forearms in a posture of submission. He glanced over at Reese, a dark hunger in his eyes.

"Now, where is that- Good Lord, another one?" Finch said, peering at Jack's exposed rear. Reese got up and moved over beside Finch to see what he was looking at. There, at the base of Jack's scrotum, just an inch or so in front of his anus, was a small steel ring with a polished stone bead on it, about the size of a pea and the color their eyes.

"Is that the quiche you were telling me about?"

"Guiche," Jack said, laughing. "It's guiche, and yes." He shifted slightly on the bed, reaching back between his legs to run a finger over the piercing. "It's incredibly sensitive."

"Did I say you could do that?" Finch asked.

Jack quickly pulled his hand back. "No, sir. Sorry, sir."

"John," Finch said, "why don't you show me just how sensitive the captain's piercing is?"

"Yes, sir," Reese said, climbing onto the bed between Jack's legs. The captain made a soft, needy sound even before Reese touched him. Using the tips of his fingers, he stroked over the metal, warmed by Jack's skin, though the stone bead was cool to the touch. Jack moaned, his cock jerking as it hung untouched beneath him. "Seems pretty sensitive, sir," Reese said, giving it a gentle tug that made Jack quiver.

"Yes, it does," Finch replied, stepping closer. "Now use your tongue."

Reese glanced over at him, unable to stop the frown that pulled his eyebrows together at the thought of putting his mouth that close to someone's asshole. He'd have thought Finch of all people wouldn't ask that of him. Finch reached out, placing a light hand on his shoulder before turning to the captain.

"Did you shower this morning, Jack?"

"Yes, sir," Jack replied. "I'm always thorough because I never know when I might have the chance to get laid, sir."

"That's good enough for me," Finch said softly, and before Reese could suggest that he do it himself then, Finch did just that, leaning on Reese for support as he bent down and brushed his tongue across the skin behind Jack's balls, flicking the metal ring back and forth. Jack made helpless noises, his hands fisting the blankets beneath him as his body shook. After a moment, Finch drew back. "He tastes like sweat, but not unpleasantly so."

Reese looked back at the piercing, the skin around it damp with Finch's spit. If Finch could do it...Reese leaned down, mouthing the soft skin before running his tongue over the metal ring, rolling the stone ball back and forth.

"Oh, fuck, John," Jack moaned, pushing back against him. Reese lapped at the flesh that held the ring before suckling the loose skin. He let the piercing slip from his mouth and glanced over his shoulder as Finch climbed onto the bed, picking up the bottle of lubricant that the captain had thoughtfully provided, and Reese felt a shadow of fear creep across him as Finch opened the lid and drizzled thick, clear gel onto his fingers. He was relieved when Finch reached past him, smearing the lube across Jack's entrance and making him gasp.

"Did I hear you say you liked it rough, Jack?" Finch asked, rubbing small circles against his opening.

"Yes, sir," Jack panted, and then cried out, his hips bucking as Finch shoved two fingers inside him. Finch paused, giving him a moment to adjust, and then began finger-fucking him deep and hard. Reese watched, slightly disconcerted by this unexpected side of Finch. After a moment, Finch glanced over at him, giving him a small, reassuring smile before nodding toward Jack's ass.

"Did I tell you to stop?"

"No, sir," Reese said, regarding the quiet, brilliant man for another minute before leaning back down, his head tilted to the side so he didn't get in the way of Finch's thrusting fingers. Finch was not the kind of man to let power go to his head, he would not demand anything of Reese that he was unable or unwilling to give, and if Reese did refuse, he had a feeling there would be no punishment or even a strong reprimand. This power-play was just that - a game between willing participants.

Jack's cries increased in volume and intensity as Reese began to lick and gently suck the skin surrounding his piercing, reaching a desperate pitch. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" he shouted, his balls drawing up, his scrotum scraping against the stubble on Reese's chin as he came, spilling himself onto the bed. Reese drew back, his cock aching. Jack had come without anyone even touching his cock. In fact, he continued to shudder and jerk, panting and moaning with Finch's two fingers buried inside him.

"Stop," Jack gasped suddenly. "Please, sir, stop - it's too much."

Finch immediately withdrew and Jack collapsed onto the bed, his whole body trembling. After a moment, he raised his head and glanced back at Reese, a lazy, sated smile on his face.

"Your turn," Jack said.

"No," Finch said, "it's not. John, I would like you to fuck the captain now."

Reese licked suddenly dry lips. "I- I...Maybe you should."

"I'm saving myself for you," Finch murmured, reaching down and smearing the excess lube from his fingers onto Reese's cock, his touch making Reese groan. "Come on, John, you can do this. I'll guide you through it. Please..."

Reese glanced at Jack, who nodded to him and reached back, working one, two, and three fingers into his own ass, then Reese turned to Finch. "What do I do, sir?"

Finch smiled. "Jack, lie on your side - no, face the other way. John, get behind him, right up against him."

Spooning the captain, Reese was surprised to feel Finch lie down behind him, one hand resting on his hip. Once they were in position, Finch picked up the bottle of lube again, squirted some on his fingers, and reached down between Jack and Reese, slathering Reese's cock with the cool, slippery substance.

"All right, John," Finch said, grasping his cock and rubbing the tip against the crack of Jack's ass, "nice and slow, just press forward." With Finch's hand guiding him, Reese eased into Jack, his breath catching as Jack's ass grabbed him, practically pulling him in, the hot flesh wrapping snugly around his cock.

"Oh, yes," Jack breathed, rocking his hips to force Reese deeper. "I always wondered what it would feel like to fuck myself."

"One of the great mysteries of the universe solved," Finch said dryly, making them all laugh. Reese found himself relaxing, the tension easing from his shoulders. He didn't seem to be hurting Jack, which was his main concern. "All right, John, now you can start to move. Nice and easy."

Reese began to move his hips, pulling out of Jack only to feel Finch's hard cock press against his ass. He froze. "Harold?"

"It's all right, John," Finch whispered, kissing the back of his neck, his shoulders, as slippery fingers probed Reese's opening. Reese fought the urge to clench up, to keep him out. That would only make it hurt more. "Don't worry about what I'm doing," Finch said. "Jack needs your full attention. Fuck him."

Reese hesitated, and hated himself for his weakness, but all he could think about was the pain he'd endured. It was a different sort of pain, different from being beaten, different from being shot. It was worse, somehow, because it wasn't borne of an act of violence. The men he'd been with before had been despicable human beings, loathsome, selfish men, but they hadn't been trying to hurt him. It just had. This was an act of love; it wasn't supposed to hurt.

He gasped as Finch slid a single finger into him, and although he tried not to, he couldn't help but tense, his muscles clenching, and he bit his lip, waiting for that gut-wrenching, nauseating pain. Finch stopped, also waiting, his lips trailing butterfly-light kisses back and forth across Reese's shoulder. When the pain didn't come, Reese slowly relaxed.

"That's right," Finch murmured. "It takes some getting used to, but you're doing fine."

Reese shuddered as Finch began to move his finger again, slowly pressing deeper, then pulling back out. He'd never imagined being finger fucked could be sensual - or pleasant - but it was. He sighed, his eyes closing as he began to rock his hips again, plunging into Jack and making his counterpart moan and push back against him. He faltered for only a moment as Finch added a second finger, the stretching little more than uncomfortable, and only for a moment. Finch eased closer, hooking his damaged leg over Reese's hip, sliding his free arm beneath Reese's body, his hand caressing Reese's chest, tweaking his nipples, and reaching across to touch Jack's back.

"Harder, John, please," Jack moaned, reaching back to grab at Reese's hips. Reese shifted his legs, his toes digging into the blanket for leverage.

"Hold on, John," Finch said, scissoring his fingers inside of Reese one more time before pulling out. Reese waited, trembling with the strain of resisting the urge to thrust into Jack's hot body. He could feel Finch moving behind him, the brush of Finch's hand against his ass as he did something, and then he felt the hot, slick, thick tip of Finch's cock press between his cheeks. He took a bracing breath, determined not to tense or pull away. Even if it did hurt, he could bear it.

"Just breathe," Finch whispered, his lips moving against the back of Reese's neck as he rubbed his cockhead against Reese's opening. "You can do this."

"Trust him, John," Jack said. "It's not easy, but if you can just...surrender, it's the most amazing feeling, to be so intimately connected."

"I'm ready," Reese said, though he felt anything but. "Go ahead, Finch." Finch eased into him, and he couldn't stop himself from clenching, his muscles aching, burning, but the discomfort faded quickly as his body relaxed again.

"That's it, that's it," Finch murmured, moving slowly, his short thrusts growing steadily deeper, until he wrapped both arms around Reese and pulled himself up tight against his back, buried balls-deep inside of him. Reese could hardly breathe, but not from pain. Jack was right - it felt amazing. "Oh, God, John," Finch whispered, and Reese could feel him shaking.

After a moment, Finch pulled back about halfway. "All right, now you can fuck him."

"About fucking time!" Jack said, making them laugh again. Reese started slow, not sure how this was going to work, but it was as smooth as a well-oiled machine. He pulled out of jack, impaling himself on Finch's cock, and Finch rocked his hips to meet him, then Reese thrust into Jack, pulling away from Finch.

The dual stimulation was almost too much and it wasn't long before Reese found himself panting, the pleasure gathering deep inside him. Then Finch did something, shifting the angle of penetration and hitting a place inside of him that had him seeing stars.

"Oh! Oh, fuck!" he cried, the orgasm shuddering through him, his hips jerking erratically as he filled Jack with his seed. Finch's grip on his tightened, and the older man thrust into him, several deep, hard strokes all it took to send him over the edge, as well. They collapsed, both gasping for breath, the smell of sweat and sex thick in the air.

"That was amazing," Finch whispered.

"Yeah," was all Reese could say. It was nothing like anything he'd ever felt before.

"Glad you two enjoyed yourselves," Jack said, sounding a little annoyed. "Wish I could have come with you."

"You already came twice," Finch pointed out. "Don't be greedy."

"But I got another load left in me," Jack said. "Who wants it?"

"No thanks," Finch said. "I'm too old for this."

Reese groaned as Finch pulled out of him, and then he withdrew from Jack, feeling relaxed and content. "I suppose...I suppose you can fuck me," he said. "Just give me a minute to catch my breath."

"Are you sure?" Finch asked, giving Jack a frown. "He seems a bit...careless."

"I won't hurt him, sir," Jack said with a cheeky grin and wink, "although, once he takes a ride on my cock, no other man will ever be able to satisfy him."

"You want to bet?" Finch asked, arching an eyebrow.

Jack laughed. "No, sir. I've learned my lesson. I'm no longer a betting man."

"Good," Finch said. "I'm glad you got something worthwhile out of this experience."

It was strange to listen to them banter, the playfulness that Finch never had with him. Why was that? Reese teased Finch all the time, but Finch never returned the jabs, rarely quipped back at him, and when he did, it seemed...exasperated. Did Finch like Jack better?

"Are you ready, stud?" Jack asked, turning his attention back to Reese.

Reese nodded. "Um...how do you want me?"

"Knees and elbows," Jack said, stroking his cock, his fingers playing over the piercings. "Legs spread, ass down."

Reese glanced at Finch, who nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. Reese turned over, getting into position. His stomach fluttered; this was more like how he'd been taken before - hands and knees, someone he couldn't even see plowing his ass, grabbing his hair, grunting in his ear-

Callused hands slid over his hips, tracing his scars and kneading his flesh. He felt the cold metal of Jack's Prince Albert rub against his opening, and then Jack was easing inside of him, a smooth, easy stroke that took his breath away. He must have still been relaxed from Finch, lubed with his semen, because Jack slipped inside without any trouble.

"Oh, yes..." Jack breathed, arms encircling Reese's body, his chest flat against Reese's back, his breath hot on Reese's shoulder. "Are you comfortable?"

"Fine," Reese said. His counterpart wasn't heavy, or anything, it was just...awkward. Reese glanced over at Finch, surprised to find him watching with an expression of undisguised lust.

"Harold," Jack said, "are the neighbors going to complain if John makes too much noise?"

"What neighbors?" Finch said with a crooked smirk. "I bought the entire building. I know John likes his privacy."

"Good," Jack replied, and before Reese could ask why Jack thought he'd be making noise, Jack began to move inside him, meting out a slow and steady rhythm that had Reese moaning and quivering as the twin rows of frenum piercings rubbed back and forth over his prostate. "Hey, Harold - you want to hear him sing?" Jack asked, a devious lilt in his voice, and he shifted his hips downward, his thrusts growing short - more of a grinding motion, and Reese couldn't stop his voice from changing pitch, a helpless, quavering moan escaping him. He'd never felt anything so good.

"How about a duet?" Finch said, leaning over their legs and doing something to Jack that him gasping and moaning as well.

"Yes...yes...yes...Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!" Jack pounded into Reese, short, forceful thrusts that had his whole body shaking, balanced on a knife's edge, the pleasure rolling, echoing through him, but not enough, not quite enough. Then Finch reached between his legs and gave his cock several firm strokes and he cried out, his body clenching around Jack's cock as he came, striping the bedding beneath him.

Jack cried out and buried himself inside Reese, hips jerking and twitching as he spilled himself. With a satisfied sigh, he pulled out and flopped down on the bed beside Reese, unable to make even a smart remark. Reese turned over and stretched out on the bed, careful not to lie in the mess he'd made. Finch regarded them for a moment, smiling a little smugly, in Reese's opinion, then he stood up and limped into the bathroom. Reese heard water running, then Finch returned, carrying two damp cloths.

Finch cleaned them all up, then turned out the lights and climbed back in bed with them, awkwardly climbing over Reese to lie between the two men, his head resting on Reese's shoulder, his damaged leg crooked over Reese's. After a moment, Jack rolled over and spooned Finch.

"Goodnight, John," Finch said softly, his fingers light tracing random patterns on Reese's chest. "Goodnight, Jack."

"Goodnight, Harold," Reese and his counterpart said in unison. There was a brief silence, then all three of them started to laugh. They were still chuckling as they drifted off to sleep.

~*~*~*~

Finch woke up still nestled beside Reese, the ache in his hip and neck a testament to the physical strain he'd put himself through...and proof that it hadn't been a dream. The room was dimly lit by the glow of the sun behind the blinds, and the narrow shafts of light that found their way in around them. It was cool and quiet, and Finch closed his eyes again, pressing closer to Reese to take advantage of his body heat.

Reese jumped awake, his whole body stiffening and his heart rate doubling, pounding beneath Finch's hand. Finch kept his eyes closed, offering up a silent prayer to whoever might be listening, but apparently prayer requests were going straight to voicemail at the moment.

"Finch?" Reese said, trying to slide out of under him.

Finch groaned, hoping his disappointment would be mistaken for pain as he stiffly sat up. "Yes?"

"Finch, I- I...I don't- I'm s-"

"Just stop right there," Finch said. It was too early in the morning to deal with this. "If you say that you're sorry, or in any way indicate that we made a mistake, you're fired. I have wanted you for too long, and I never thought you might feel the same way about me, and now that I know that you do, I'm not wasting another moment wondering if we did the right thing, because there are very few 'right' and 'wrong' choices. There are only the decisions we make, and how we choose to deal with them, and I am not letting you get away from me."

For a moment, Reese looked as startled by Finch's outburst as Finch himself felt, but then Reese glanced around the loft, so maybe his surprised didn't have anything to do with Finch after all.

"Where's Jack?" Reese asked. Finch looked around, too, squinting without his glasses. All of Captain Reese's clothes were gone, as was he, apparently. "What's that on the table?"

Finch was having a difficult time making out the table, let alone what was on it, and he reached over to the edge of the sturdy wooden bed frame for his glasses. He slipped them on as Reese rose and walked over to the dining room table, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was stark naked. Finch couldn't stop himself from staring at the toned, muscular ass, an ass he'd been buried in just a handful of hours ago. Not surprisingly, his morning wood suddenly didn't care what time of day it was. Self-conscious, he pulled the comforter into his lap as Reese turned and walked back over to the bed, carrying a piece of paper.

"Jack left us a note," he said, then began reading. "Dear Harold and John, thank you for an unforgettable night. I hope the two of you will think of me when you're fucking each other senseless, and if you ever find yourselves on my side, you're welcome to stay at my place. Signed, Jack." He stared down at the paper for a moment. "I think I'm going to miss him."

Finch felt an unexpected sting from Reese's words. Yes, they owed Captain Reese their gratitude for his selfish and fumbling match-making, but they hardly knew the man. There was only one reason Reese would have to miss him.

"I'm not getting my genitals pierced," Finch said, "and while I don't posses his youth, strength, stamina, or physicality, there is something to be said for age and experience, and besides, I love you. He didn't. He hardly knew you. He'd have stuck his dick in anything that held still long enough."

Reese glanced over at him and frowned. "I thought you liked him."

"Why would you think that?" Finch asked.

"The way you were joking and flirting with him. When I tease you, you just look...disapproving...annoyed."

"That's because I didn't know why you were doing it. I never imagined that someone like you could ever have feelings for an old, crippled geek like me. And I was annoyed, because I wanted your flirting to be real, but I knew better than to let myself believe it was." They were silent for a moment, then Reese let the note from Captain Reese slip from his hands and flutter to the floor.

"I'm not going to miss him, either," Reese said, and to Finch's surprise and delight, Reese turned and kissed him. Finch kissed back, lips parting, his tongue easing into Reese's mouth, making the younger man groan. Ignoring the ache in his neck and back, Finch leaned back, stretching out on the bed and pulling Reese down on top of him. Reese pressed himself closer, his hand sliding down between them to push the comforter out of the way, and Finch gasped as their hot, hard cocks rubbed together.

The heat and friction was pleasurable, but it was the knowledge that it was Reese, his Reese, touching and kissing and rutting against him, that really made him ache, that made his cock weep and his body tremble.

"Oh, John," he moaned, clutching at him, his hips lifting off the bed, grinding himself against Reese. Suddenly, Reese pulled back.

"Make love to me, Harold," he said. "Last night was so...overwhelming. I just want you, only you, inside me, right now."

Finch swallowed hard. "Is there any lubricant left?" They found the small bottle between the folds of the comforter and Reese leaned back into the pillows, his knees bent and legs spread as Finch prepared him. He didn't seem nearly as nervous, although Finch took just as much care to stretch him gently, watching Reese's face for signs of discomfort as he pushed two, and then three fingers into him. Reese was breathing hard, his skin flushed, his eyes darkened with lust - Finch had never seen anything so beautiful.

He crooked his fingers, feeling around until he found Reese's prostate, and Reese made the most delicious keening noise as Finch fingered the sensitive bump, working it until Reese's hips were rocking, his cock dripping with need.

"Harold, please..." Reese begged, and Finch quickly withdrew his fingers, slicking his cock with the rest of the lubricant before pressing the head against Reese's opening. Reese groaned, low and long, as Finch slid into him, the snug flesh gripping him tight, but it didn't seem to be causing him any pain. Finch stopped, just to be sure.

"Are you okay?" Finch asked.

"Better than okay," Reese panted, his muscles clenching and relaxing, giving Finch the sensation of being pulled deeper into the hot body. "You feel so good inside me." Leaning over Reese, Finch braced his forearms on either side of him, placing slow, light kisses across his chest as he rocked his hips, long, languid strokes that pressed deep into Reese, making him arch and moan, one hand buried in Finch's hair, the other roving up and down his back.

Several times, Finch felt himself approaching that precipice of pleasure, and he forced himself to slow down, to minimize the stimulation until the feeling ebbed, determined to show Reese just how good lovemaking could be. Beneath him, Reese panted and writhed, several times trying to grind his hard cock against Finch's body, but each time, Finch would rise up, denying him the friction he needed.

"Harold," he gasped, "Harold, please - I need to come."

"All right," Finch murmured, "all right, just relax. Let me show you something amazing." Finch kissed the hollow at Reese's throat, then pushed himself up, his hands gliding over Reese's sweaty and trembling stomach, down to his groin, and then to the insides of his thighs, stroking the sensitive flesh and making him moan. Reese reached down toward his own cock, but Finch caught his hand and pushed it away. "Don't touch," he said.

Reese groaned. "But, sir..."

"I said no," Finch said with a crooked grin. Reese groaned again and raised his arms over his head, grabbing handfuls of the pillows instead. Briefly, Finch palmed Reese's balls, then went back to caressing his stomach and thighs. His hip protested vehemently as he shifted closer, changing the angle so that his cock rubbed across Reese's prostate with every thrust, but it was worth it to hear Reese gasp and moan.

"Oh...oh...oh, fuck, Harold." His back arched, his muscles tightening around Finch, his whole body trembling as he waited, taut as a drawn bow, for Finch to release him. Gritting his teeth against the flash of pain in his battered body, Finch thrust forward, hammering hard and fast into Reese's quivering body, gratified by Reese's helpless and uninhibited cry as he came, spilling himself across his chest and stomach without a hand touching his cock.

Reese was still gasping and shaking when Finch was forced to pull out, the sharp, burning pain in his hip too much to ignore, and too disrupting to let him finish. He lowered himself onto his back, drawing a hissing breath through his teeth as he stretched his leg out.

"Good God, Finch, that was amazing," Reese panted.

"I'm glad," Finch replied, trying to keep the pain out of voice and failing.

"Are you all right?" Reese asked, sitting up. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"I'm fine, I just pushed myself a little too hard. I haven't exactly been religious about making my physical therapy appointments lately."

"Well, that's going to change," Reese said, frowning. "I'm not going to let you hurt yourself on my account. You don't need to prove anything, you know. Did you even finish?" he asked, eyeing Finch's still stiff cock.

"No," Finch said, "but that's fine-"

"No, it's not," Reese said. "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. Now, lie on your side, bad hip up."

"Really, Mr. Reese, I don't-"

"Now, Mr. Finch," Reese said, and Finch sighed in resignation, rolling over to face away from Reese. Large, strong hands began to massage his hip, down the outside of his thigh and up the back, to Finch's ass. He gripped and kneaded one cheek, then returned to the hip, relaxing the scarred muscles and easing the pain.

"Thank you, that's much better," Finch said, starting to sit up.

"I'm not finished yet," Reese said, his voice teasing, "and neither are you." One hand slid down through the tight curls at the base of Finch's cock and wrapped around the shaft, giving it a long, slow stroke that had Finch groaning. "I noticed you didn't let either of us fuck you last night," Reese said. "Is that something you're opposed to?"

"On the contrary," Finch said. "I enjoy being on the bottom. I just wanted to save that for us."

"Oh, good, then you won't mind if I do this," Reese said. His fingers slick with lube, he traded hands and eased his slippery fingers between Finch's cheeks, rubbing across his opening. Finch moaned and pushed back against him. He could feel Reese hesitate before pushing a long, thick finger into him, his other hand stroking his cock in sync with the probing finger.

"Oh, my, you wonderful, ambidextrous man!" Finch gasped, his hips jerking as he came. Reese stroked him through the climax, then eased down behind him, arms wrapping around his body and pulling him back against Reese's chest. As the shaking and shuddering faded, Finch realized that Reese felt sticky pressed against him.

"Are you still covered in semen?" he asked.

"I wouldn't say covered," Reese said, nuzzling playfully at the side of Finch's neck.

"And now you've gotten it all over me," Finch said.

"I wouldn't say it's all over you," Reese said, chuckling, his breath raising goose bumps behind Finch's ear. Reese reached down onto the bed in front of Finch and wiped up the strings of come that striped the comforter.

"What are you-" He stiffened as Reese smeared the cold, thick fluid across Finch's chest and down his stomach, fingers combing through the hair on Finch's torso.

"Now it's all over you," Reese said, sounding very pleased with himself. Finch just sighed. Laughing, Reese propped himself up on one elbow and rolled Finch onto his back, bowing his head to give Finch a deep and passionate kiss. Drawing back, he smiled down at Finch, his blue eyes sparkling. "I love you, Harold."

Finch smiled back. "I love you, too."

Reese grin widened and the sparkle turned to a glint of mischief. "Now that you're all messy, let's go shower, shall we?"