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"Gah, Darius! What did we agree on about leaving clothes on the ground?"

Arig wrinkled his nose, doing his best to ignore the putrid smell coming off of the gnoll's used items. Their features were indistinct given that they were in a heap, but given the stench coming off the Arig had to assume it was underwear of some sort.

And it was sitting right on the hardwood floor.

The orc sighed to himself again, better that than the carpet he guessed. He knew that somewhere around the corner the gnoll was probably sitting in his room, doing god knows what. Arig took a half step forward to pick it up, his revulsion getting stronger the closer he got to it. No, Darius should have to pick it up. Arig would have to stop cleaning up the gnoll's sloppy messes.

"Leave him alone. Not everyone is trying to integrate with how humans live their lives." Arig's gaze turned towards the desk, more specifically the bugbear who sat there playing games on it. His face was focused on the computer monitor and he had headphones on, but Arig assumed that he could hear clear enough through them.

Arig sighed, tired of explaining himself again. "I'm not trying to integrate with them, Travis. Is it just too much to ask for basic cleanliness?" Arig was near exasperated at this point.

"Says the orc!" The disembodied voice came from around the corner at the end of the hallway, though it was clearly Darius'. His annoyance wasn't as profound as Travis', but that was to be expected after hearing this complaint time and time again.

The reminder of Arig's tribal origins was not what he wanted to hear right now, and it was immaterial. It was true Arig came from a species that was regarded to be equally as savage as both Darius and Travis, but Arig had always had a sense of cleanliness. His drive to keep things clean and tidy didn't just appear because he moved to a human land to go to college. After all, Travis and Darius did the same thing and they didn't experience a sudden change in their behavior.

"Darius, you're a prodigy with a computer science major and your family didn't even have a computer. Travis, your agricultural thesis could change farming around the world and last I have never met a bugbear who knew any method of acquiring that didn't involve killing. We're not like our people." Arig raised his arms at both Travis and the direction Darius' voice, doing his best to make clear that he wasn't some human wannabe.

Travis paused his game and slowly turned his chair towards Arig, his eyes once again full of his trademark sarcastic approach. "I just can't find it hard to believe that an orc who took part in hunts can't stand the smell of someone's... what is that, underwear?" Travis' eyes went down to study the indescribable hump of cloth on the floor.

"It's a tank top!"

Travis looked up at the hallway, his question now answered. "Then pick it up you lazy fool! I don't mind a mess from time to time but here it's just a tripping hazard." Arig grumbled to himself again, not surprised in the slightest that Travis was just looking out for himself. But if it helped him keep the place clean, he didn't mind.

A loud sigh came from around the corner, shortly followed by a shirtless gnoll coming around. Along with his shirt being gone, so were his pants. The gnoll strutted through only in his underwear, the blue in sharp contrast with his dark fur. He strutted all the way up to his tank top and picked it up, acting as if there was no controversy to begin with. Tank top in hand, he raised his arms out to his side, "Happy now?"

Travis, now with an apparent grin on his face, eyed Darius up and down. "You know, usually when someone takes off clothing it leads to them putting a new pair back on."

Darius scoffed at this. "And rob you two of this wonderful view?" The gnoll spread his legs a little and held his arms at shoulder level, giving both the bugbear and the orc a full view of his body. While Arig fought the urge to cover his eyes, Travis found himself once again enamored with the view. The two of them have been bedmates for almost a year now and Travis had clearly not regretted where things had gone.

"Travis. Hey, Travis." Arig snapped his thick fingers in the bugbear's face, almost hitting his tusks. "You can worship his body tonight. Remember the conversation we were having?" Arig fought hard to keep the apartment clean, and now that he had Travis on his side he had to press his edge.

The similarly brown bugbear tilted his head back, giving off a dramatic sigh. "Darius, can you please keep you remains in our room? After all, Arig deserves a little peace from time to time."

"I fail to see how this counts as peace, but I'll do it for you, Travis." Darius raised the tank top towards Travis in what one could consider a threatening gesture had it not been an old tank top. "But I expect you to pay me back for it."

Travis scooted his chair closer to Darius, bringing him right at crotch height of the orc and just over crotch height for the gnoll. "Well I'm sure I can find some way to make it to you. Even the grouchy orc here is welcome to join in on the fun." He reached a hand around each of their backs, softy resting them upon their tailbones.

Arig reached down and grabbed both Travis' arms, gently pulling them back towards his body. "As much as I would love that," he began, already seeing the frown forming on the bugbear's face and he could already feel the complaining coming from behind him. "I have homework tonight and I'm not letting that offer pass by. So you guys will have to wait until I'm done."

Darius turned to face Arig, not caring that he was shorter and smaller than the orc. He looked up right into the green eyes of the orc, his brown eyes unflinching. If Arig and Travis didn't know Darius they would have considered his tone threatening, but they both knew that he was as far from serious as he could be. "Then you best go to your room and get it done right now. Because you of all people should know how impatient I can be."

Arig snorted with a grin, the well built orc trotting off to his room to complete his work.

* * *

Why was calculus so difficult? More importantly, what was the purpose of taking calculus if he didn't need it in his future? Arig knew that this would be the moment when Travis would give something witty to say, the bugbear chiding him on his poor class choices.

Arig reached up to massage his nose, his short, thick fingers pushing the reading glasses out of the way. Another "contamination" of going to school with humans, but this was one that was more than welcome. To take his placement exams, Arig had to get copies in embarrassingly large font sizes. He didn't mind using this human technology from time to time.

Ready to get back to work, he readied his pencil in hand again, the small wooden instrument looking comical in his large hands. He was just about to read the next question when he heard the distinct sounds of moaning coming from the next room. More specifically, Travis and Darius' room.

Setting his pencil down and throwing his glasses down on the table, the orc abruptly stood to his feet. Not bothering to turn off his calculator or close his laptop, he stomped right across the narrow hallway and shoved the door open hard enough to break it. The sight that greeted him was simultaneously pleasing and infuriating.

Travis was leaned back on the bed, all his clothes discarded somewhere in the room. His normally kept fur was disheveled, allowing some of his hard skin to be seen. His legs were spread, his well toned calves fully engaged.

And right in between them was Darius.

The gnoll who had put up such a tough front was licking right up and down Travis' length, doing his very best to tease him. Though the humans liked to look down on those they called monsters, one thing they often forget is that each monster has a monster between his legs. Travis was no exception to this rule. A massive rod sat on the gnoll's face as he slurped and wrapped his tongue around the orbs that clearly matched the proportions. All while this was going on, Travis leaned back and moaned rather loudly as he ran his hands through Darius' fur.

Had Arig not been so unhappy at being left out he would have burst into laughter at seeing Darius in such a compromising position. Instead, he immediately began stripping his clothing and leaving them in clumps on the floor.

"Hey! Don't leave clothes on the floor!" Despite currently being serviced, Travis could not have resisted the joke. He raised his padded paw towards the clump of clothes, his face displaying how aware he was of the irony.

"Oh don't even start. Instead, you can make up for starting without me." Arig had slowly gotten quieter and quieter, his bare muscled frame getting right up against Travis. He leaned down over him, pulling the bugbear by his chin scruff and pulling him right up against his face. Travis eyed him coldly, doing his best not to break against Arig's fake seriousness.

Arig broke first, pulling Travis into a deep kiss. Travis moaned in surprise, the slight opening in his mouth being all Travis needed to plunge right in with his tongue. Travis closed his eyes, not even bothering to fight the foreign appendage invading his mouth. Their tusks rubbed up against each other, driving Arig to further engage in his ministrations.

The well built orc sat his bare ass on Travis' thighs, pushing down Darius. "Hey! Still someone down here!" This prompted a large green foot planting on his chest, roughly pushing him back from the two in their frenzied kissing.

That was, until Travis pulled off. "Jesus Arig! You're heavy!" The bugbear was larger than an average human, they all were, but he was no match for the weight of an orc. What Arig was thinking was far beyond him.

Arig felt the soft breath of Travis on his nose, and he brought his tusked mouth right over the bugbear's ear. He spoke in barely more than a whisper. "Then that'll make this even easier." Before Travis could even think to process a question, the larger orc planted his hands on the bugbear's shoulders and pushed him down upon the bed. Fortunately it was built with nonhumans in mind so it was fine under all this stress.

The two fell upon the bed, once again passionately making out. Their naked bodies were rubbing up against one another, hard green skin against coarse fur. It felt amazing to both, and their sounds confirmed it. Right as Arig was about to pull up to begin the next stage of his plan, he felt a tugging on his thick member.

Both Arig and Travis looked down at the same time, both wondering what was pulling on them. Their sight could not have been more unexpected. At the foot of the bed sat Darius, grinning wildly with a cock in each hand. A single finger massaging the glans of each, though he had to devote another finger just to hold back Arig's foreskin. "Just because I don't have tusks doesn't mean I can't join in on the fun."

Darius pushed the two members together, rubbing them both against his hands and each other. Arig immediately let out a noiseless moan, turning into putty on top of Travis. Travis, trapped below the much larger orc, squirmed but otherwise kept control over himself.

"Ooooooh I forgot how good you were at that," barely more than a whisper came out of Arig's mouth as he lay collapsed over the smaller bugbear. Darius fell in love with the sounds coming out of Travis, pushing him to continue further. Travis, though remaining silent, started to hump into Darius' hand. He pushed even harder against Arig's throbbing member, eliciting louder moans from the orc.

"Heh, if you like that," Darius began as he inched one of his hands lower. "You're going to love this." Without warning he began to poke and prod at Travis' hole, not even having to enter it to activate his hair trigger. The orc was much louder than the bugbear, but Travis was the real quickie here.

Travis immediately cried out, his body beginning to spasm and shake as he grabbed the orc on top of him. He hadn't even felt his orgasm coming but once it hit it rendered him completely lost in lust. Arig felt the warm liquid spray his toned stomach and felt the bugbear's claws scratch his sides and he knew exactly what had happened. And it was more than enough to push the orc over the edge as well.

Pulling the exhausted bugbear back in for one final kiss, he began to spray over Darius' hand and Travis' midriff. That was, until the gnoll brought his mouth over the faucet, doing his best to contain the flow.

Clamping his muzzle shut over the massive orc member proved more difficult than he imagined, and he found himself having to swallow immediately to avoid choking on the musky liquid entering his mouth. He had to swallow again, and again, and again. Jesus how much could one orc produce?

After what felt like an eternity of swallowing, the flow finally ebbed and Darius felt safe to remove his mouth from Arig's member. Both Arig and Travis were still in their previous position, Travis far too spent to complain about the weight on top of him. Darius slowly took a step back and stood up at his full height, only to flop on the bed beside the two of them. He planted a kiss on Travis' forehead still too dazed to do anything about it. He then reached up and did the same for Arig, leaving cum imprints where his lips met.

Arig rolled off of the smaller bugbear, landing himself snug in between Darius and Travis. He reached an arm around both of their shoulders, pulling them both in on top of him in a very intimate position. Travis immediately curled up around the larger orc, while Darius feigned for a moment to put his tough guy act back on. After a few seconds, he relented and allowed himself to be pulled in. His mouth right by Arig's ear, he planted a slight whisper. "So I guess this means that your bed is going to be empty, again?"

Arig smiled, pulling Darius' head down towards his chest. "Just shut up and go to sleep already." Darius felt the deep voice as well as heard it, and was more than happy to comply. Yes, his lips were still coated in cum, as was the foreheads of the other two since the kiss, but he didn't care in the slightest. It wasn't home, but this was better than anything he could have asked for.