NIGHTWORLD

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21: Unfamiliar Ceilings

Weeks worth of dirt and grime burst free from Jaro's fur as he sank into the steaming hot bath. He groaned as warmth bled into his joints and muscles, opening up the matted parts of his coat, the air thick with moisture and smelling of a dozen different soaps.

He continued to sink like a capsized ship, going deeper with every heartbeat, every exhale. The water swallowed his ears, then his eyes, until finally only the tip of his nose remained free.

How long had it been since he was fully submerged in water? An easy thing to take for granted, but if Nightworld had taught him one thing, it was gratitude for small luxuries.

It was with Boz. His eyes shot open, the soapy water stinging them. Two days before he died, you went for a midnight swim together. That's right. He asked you to help him. Jaro wished he could forget it. You said you didn't know how.

Jaro sat up, water streaming off him in tiny rivers and currents, a cloudy swarm of dirt and soap swirling beneath the surface. Was he making the right choices this time? Kristian, Kadir, the others… they didn't deserve to be let down like he'd let down his father, his first love, everyone. You're just gonna fuck it up again. You already are.

He tried to remind himself that it was just the worm. It knows it's coming out soon, it's trying to burrow deeper. These thoughts aren't real. But knowing that and feeling it were two very different things. The anxieties stuck in his mind like a spur between his toes, stabbing deeper every time he shifted or allowed his mind to wander. The disappointment and failures seemed inevitable, like a guillotine blade hanging high overhead. No matter what you do, it'll be the wrong choice. Kadir will hate you even more. Even Kristian started pulling away, I wonder why? He knows what's coming. Zakhar had offered to 'wake the worm up', to continue what Romulus started back in Steambreather. Double down on vampirism. It might help the urges, but Jaro doubted it. Even if he was rid of the paranoia and latent cruelty, the thirst would never go. The instincts to hunt, to kill, were natural for their kind.

But was that what they needed from him? To be a monster they could keep on a leash?

Could he go through with it, even if it was the only way to save them?

No. Jaro had seen what vampires were really like. He'd seen the look of glee on Fyodor's face as he slaughtered his own wife, the woman who moved heaven and earth to try and save him. He'd been a victim of Romulus's enslavement to his own debased urges. He'd nearly been a piece of meat in Belisarius's factory, or food for Zakhar's spider. Even the Dreamless, the most altruistic of any they'd met so far, was obsessed with the idea of controlling every aspect of reality he could.

It's seductive. That was the true nature of the vampire. It gnawed at you, teasing the thirst, always stoking the flames of violence and hate. Jaro tried to remember details of the fight outside Zakhar's tower. The guards he'd butchered. It was all a blur. A smear of red in his memory. Is that what you want to be?

So long as that fucking thing was in him, he would never be normal.

The vrykolakas would come out. And then they'd find a way to kill Dracula.

Eventually the water cooled, and Jaro was forced to reluctantly drag himself out of the bath. It took four fresh towels and half as much time as it had to wash before he felt almost dry, but the feeling of cleanliness was worth it. He hadn't realised how much grime had really been caked in over the last few weeks. How long have we been here? It was difficult to count the days. He wondered about the detachment Isla had left back in the Romanian cave, the men guarding the Earth-side entrance to the Source. How much longer would they wait before they buried it? What if Dracula had already begun his invasion early, and those men were dead already?

He wants us first. The vampire's Emperor was no fool. A slave to his instincts perhaps, but from everything Jaro had heard he was still a powerful force and a masterful tactician. There was no need to invade until he was absolutely ready. Jaro's world was unprepared, practically belly-up.

Vampires were ambush predators, and Dracula could afford to wait until he had all the cards.

At least, Jaro hoped so.

Leaving the bathroom behind, he padded down the cavernous halls of Zakhar's guest wing in his shorts and a loose shirt. He had a pistol with him out of habit, but the further into Nightworld Jaro travelled the less useful his guns felt. Still, it made him feel better to have something.

The herald had given them each a luxurious, eternally-empty guest room. With the bizarre Baroque-pastiche décor, and the dressed-up vampire servants, it was hard to shake the feeling that the tower was some kind of a theme park. Jaro had to keep reminding himself that this was just a temporary stay – they were still being hunted across a vampire-infested world. That didn't change the fact that the bed was plush, the blankets were warm, and the food was good.

He was lost deep in thought when he heard a muted grunt come from inside one of the rooms, instinctually flicking the safety off on his gun. Inching up to the large, overly ornate door, Jaro pressed his ear flat against it.

“–a foolish bitch!" Someone cried. It was in Wallachian – Ioana? The shout was followed by a sharp crack, like a window being smashed in.

Heart racing, Jaro shoved through the door, his gun up.

“Ioana I–" He froze, realising his mistake.

Ioana stood plainly in a sleeveless top and shorts, breathing heavily, staring at him with a scrunched-up expression. Jaro glanced about. No intruders, no traps.

Behind the one-armed fox stood a large gold-trim dressing table, identical to the one in Jaro's room. Unlike his, however, the large oval mirror in the centre had been smashed, the cracks spider-webbing over the glass.

“I'm sorry. I thought I heard trouble," he said sheepishly, lowering his gun. “Are you alright?"

The old fox scoffed, muttering some untranslatable insult. “You have eyes, Jaroslav, please put them to us." She put her back to him, obscuring whatever she'd been working with on the tabletop. Glasses, tools? Before Jaro got a proper look, she swept them into the drawer, slamming it shut. “I did not realise anyone is still awake. It is late."

“My body clock is a bit…" Jaro swallowed. Her knuckles were dripping blood, the smell of it was making his teeth ache. “...messy." What happened here?

“Perhaps I have gotten a bit carried away," Ioana said. She reached into the pocket of her coat, hanging to one side, and pulled out a cigarette. Pinching it in her lips, she sparked a lighter, igniting the end of her smoke before dropping it back into the pocket. “Your people have told me these are bad for me. Call them cancer-sticks." She laughed. “But I tell them I must try and enjoy what life I can, I do not think there is much of it left . Ashani saw to that much, I am not needing to tell you how long one-armed women usually live in Wallachia." She flicked her eyes downwards, towards the stump of her shoulder. Jaro saw the flesh there was furless, crossed over by scarring.

“It was brave trying to fight her off. I'm sorry that happened to you."

Ioana shrugged, leaning back on her dressing table. “Not your fault, Jaroslav." Except it is. It's because of us that Ashani came to Cujac in the first place.

“Does it hurt?"

Again, Ioana chuckled, blowing smoke. “Every day. Do not forget, masterful though Chevron might be… it is still a relatively fresh wound." She stretched her good arm out, looking from it to the empty space on her other side. “The most annoying part is putting on a shirt, what am I to do with the extra sleeve? Not to mention, it still itches. I had heard others say this, but I never believed it. Joke is on me. My mind seems unable to accept what has happened."

“Yeah," Jaro agreed. “It can take some time for loss like that to really, uh… sink in." He'd put the wound from his mind some time ago, but now that he was staring right at it, he couldn't help but think. “Ioana… what the hell did Chevron do to you, exactly? I mean, there's no way you should be up and about so much. I was a medic in a war, I know how long amputations take to heal, and there's just no way you should have been capable of hunting Black Tongues through the marsh like when we found you."

Ioana narrowed her eyes through the cloud of smoke, flicking ash from the tip of her cigarette. “Perhaps my people are a bit harder than yours. You think of that?"

Jaro shook his head. “No… not that much harder." His eyes darted to the smashed mirror. “Something's wrong. What's going on?"

“You are one to talk, vampire."

“I'm still a person."

“That's not what it looked like back in the courtyard."

Jaro's face flushed, and he looked away “Fair enough, I guess. But you're part of our team now, and I am technically still our medic. So if you're in pain, or need help…"

“I do not need your help, Jaroslav," Ioana snapped, stamping her cigarette out on the dressing table's surface. She put her back to him. “If I want a vampire to look at my bloody wounds, I will just go up to the one who's house we are staying in. Good night, please."

He hesitated, words catching in his throat. “Ioana, I didn't mean–"

“Jaroslav, I do not care, there is no offence taken." She sniffed. “Please. Just go."

Sighing, he nodded at her back, closing the door on his way out. Maybe she has a point. People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, after all.

Flopping down on his bed, Jaro tried to force himself to relax, staring up at the new ceiling, unease itching in his gut.

Last night this room had been the nicest place he'd ever slept. Everything was so soft, so comfortable, so open and welcoming. He'd fallen asleep almost the moment he touched the pillow. A day of eating, and planning with the others while Zakhar skulked about… he'd spent most of it looking forward to coming back here. They only had so much time before check-out, of course, might as well enjoy the five-star treatment.

Now Jaro realised just how well-acquainted he'd become with his canvas tent over the past few weeks. Sometimes alone, sometimes with Kristian to cuddle, either way; the tent had been uncomplicated. A smooth, oiled surface, lightly worn, stitched together with its only task being to stop his warmth from running away. The tent had no secrets, it was a sheer khaki fabric, all business. This ceiling was not like that at all. This ceiling was a liar, hiding itself in the grotesque overdecoration of the cornices and architraves. It was all too clean, no dust, no smell.

The bed was in on it too. The mattress was much too soft, practically trying to swallow Jaro up – trying to drown him. His breathing picked up as his body began to realise this whole place was a fucking trap. A slow-acting poison, lulling them into a false sense of security. The room was so big. So empty. He missed Kristian. Fuck, he even missed Kadir scowling at him.

You miss Kristian? Go talk to him. Could he? The doctor was a good listener, but could he stand the sight of Jaro, after what he'd seen back outside? Nothing made you realise your boyfriend wasn't like you more than seeing him shrug off a sword through the stomach. And what if you die tomorrow in Zakhar's operating theatre?

“Fuck it." Jaro threw himself up, leaving the enemy bed behind and slipping out of his room. He tried to remember which room exactly Kristian was in. Three up? Four? There weren't many sounds to go off, it was the middle of the night and everyone else was asleep in their too-comfy beds.

Picking one almost at random, Jaro inhaled deeply, slowly turning the handle and cracking the door, hoping not to scare the nervous pine marten. He was surprised to find light spilling out through the slit, almost blinding. Blinking through it, his ears perked as he heard soft voices inside. Two voices.

“–never happened before. Doctor, we've known each other a long time, let me ask you this… you ever know me to do something like that? I make hard decisions, always have. What would Isla think of me, if she was here?" Jaro frowned. That sounds like…

“Well… er…. No. I would say that characterises you usually, yes." That one was definitely Kristian's soft voice, replying. “But we all have inconsistencies. I think Isla would understand… she brought us here if only in part to find Fyodor. She wanted people on her team that cared, even if she made tough calls too. We need that cure, and not just for Jaro. This was the only way."

“I'm… oh… worried he'll be hurt. He deserves better than to end up as one of… ah… Zakhar's experiments."

“We all made it this far, didn't we?" Jaro heard Kadir grunt back, followed by a short, sharp breath. What are they doing? Kristian inhaled. “You know, I think he suspects we've been spending time together."

“Oh?" Was that… playfulness in Kadir's voice? “You think?"

One of them gave a short grunt. “Yeah. I even think he likes it." Kadir sucked in a breath. Jaro held his, heart beating painfully hard in his chest. Was that… a moan?

“It all happened once before, right? I guess I'm the sick bastard for not letting it go."

Jaro forced down the dry lump in his throat, cracking the door slightly more, trying to lean in. His crotch was stiffening, sheath firming up. Are they really…?

“Jaro admitted to liking it… at least… parts of it. Think he'd like this too?" There was a short sucking sound, like the smacking of lips.

“I… ah…" Kadir definitely just moaned. They were doing something. Something together. Jaro's shorts were tight now, his cock half-free of his sheath already. Unconsciously, a paw reached down, squeezing himself through the fabric. “Kristian… mmf…"

Cracking the door slightly more, Jaro finally saw them. Kadir stood by the edge of the bed, no shirt on, one paw braced up on the bannister. His chest was a well-defined wall of muscle beneath the short tan fur. He was in his shorts as well, but they'd been pulled down just enough to let his dick hang out, the tip of which was now buried in Kristian's maw, while the marten was sat on the edge of the bed.

“That's good," Kadir whispered, his other paw guiding the back of the doctor's head.

Seeing the two of them together… did something to Jaro. His stomach tingled, twisting inside him, a mixture of both shame and excitement. His cock only grew harder, a slight drop of pre sticking his boxers to himself. He stroked himself through the underwear, eyes locked on the sight before him. How long had they been doing this? How far had they gone together?

You should be angry. Wasn't it cheating? He was watching the two men he was… well… involved with… get off without him. He should be furious. Instead he was only aroused. There was something forbidden about seeing them like that. Jaro's paw slipped inside his underwear, peering further in as Kristian worked Kadir's thick length faster and faster. The caracal grunted, rolling his hips into the marten's mouth. Jaro's heart raced, his mouth was dry, his balls were feeling tight and–

It all stopped as the door creaked on its hinges.

Kadir reacted first, eyes bursting open and instantly locking with Jaro's. The wolf yanked his paw from his underwear, even half-considered running away, but it was too late. The caracal had seen him. He's gonna fucking kill me. Kristian had pulled off him now, and he too was looking over, head at an angle. Kadir's shaft was already back in his underwear.

“Jaro," He growled, voice low and displeased. “Guess you invited yourself in then."

Face burning white-hot, vision blurring, Jaro moved numbly. His entire body tingled, hyper-sensitivity rolling down his arms and to the tips of his fingers. Excitement bounced around inside him, but he was also terrified of what they might say. It was a private moment, a secret one even. Jaro shut the door. Glancing down, his humiliation was only furthered as he realised he was still hard, the patch of pre even bigger than before. Couldn't have worn black underwear?

“We were just talking about you," Kristian said, a small laugh dying in his throat.

“Er… sorry," Jaro said lamely. “I can go, if you want."

Kadir only grunted back, his tail flicking slow behind him.

“I… er… I just wanted to see if you were still awake." Jaro hated the sound of his own voice. It sounded so meek and pathetic. “I didn't know you two were… here…"

Kristian stood from the bed, his ears twitching. “You aren't angry?"

“Um."

“Doesn't look angry to me," Kadir huffed, jerking his chin at Jaro's – finally – softening bulge.

“I'm not angry."

Kadir scoffed, padding across the room, the black tips of his ears bouncing as he went. Jaro tried not to stare at his boxers, at the powerful abdominal muscles etched across his midsection. “Tell you what, you do nothing but confuse and frustrate me, Tamasi." The caracal shook his head. “Honestly. I didn't tell you, because I thought you'd be jealous, and we…" he shrugged. “Now you tell me you aren't?"

“A little," Jaro croaked. “But… but I know that everything is a bit… different now. Nightworld has changed things. What happened with Romulus… I know that that… um…"

“Caused a blockage," Kristian finished for him. “It poisoned the well. Even if it was… well, interesting."

“Interesting is one word," Kadir sniffed. “Downright insane is another."

“Why?" Jaro asked, looking away. He felt like his fur might catch fire any minute now. “I mean. You have feelings for Kristian too?"

“I'm not a feelings guy, Jaro," Kadir said. “You should know that by now. I'm not gonna stand here and tell you I'll always love you and always have or some shit like that. I can tell you this though; I wanted you, but I couldn't have it, because of… what happened."

“Yeah."

“Couldn't even look at your face, after Romulus. Even if it was not all bad, that room was all I saw in you. And Kristian was there. We'd already crossed that bridge. Maybe it was easier because back then, I didn't think of him that way. At first it was about you. Now it's maybe… more than that."

Jaro sucked his teeth. “But what happened. It's still there, I know. You still see it."

“Well, actually…" Kristian began, joining them. “We had a thought about that too."

Kadir was so close now, almost arm's reach. Jaro could smell him, the sweat, the aroused scent of musk. His voice was so deep it shook Jaro's bones. “Everything might change tomorrow." His paw rose, achingly slow, gently pinching Jaro's chin, lifting his head ever so slightly, as if to get a better look. Kadir's eyes were dark green and intense, and it made Jaro squirm under his gaze.

“What about…" He swallowed again. What else was he supposed to say? He tried this once and Kadir didn't speak to him for a week. Now the caracal was touching him, his fingers were burning hot. Jaro's body was ice cold. “Everything that happened."

“I thought we'd reclaim it," Kadir whispered. Before Jaro could say anything more, the caracal pushed in, their lips meeting in a kiss. It knocked the air from Jaro's lungs, like being attacked, their tongues meeting, the smell and taste of Kadir intoxicating as it flooded his system. The caracal's paws were at his hips, squeezing, tugging, defining his edges. Their bodies pressed together, and Jaro put one paw on Kadir's chest, feeling the tension there. His other paw went by his back, pulling him closer, not wanting to ever let go.

Their crotches rubbed against one another, through the fabric of their underwear, both stiff, excited. Kadir wanted him, Jaro could feel it.

Finally, the kiss broke, both of them out of breath.

Kristian joined them proper then, slipping into their arms and first kissing Kadir as well, before leaning into Jaro, nipping at his neck, breathing over his fur. The marten's nimble paws tugged at his shirt, pulling it up, over Jaro's head. Kadir was behind him now, arms wrapped around his stomach, the firmness of his cock rubbing against Jaro's ass through their underwear. Somehow that made it better.

“Walk," Kadir growled in his ear, shoving him forward. Jaro walked for the bed. He let himself be guided onto it, laying on his back and scooting to the pillows. Suddenly it didn't feel too soft. It felt just right. Maybe Kristian had a better bed in his room.

The marten stood at the foot, studying him. Jaro's cock was free of his sheath, pitching a sharp tent in his undies. Kadir stepped up behind Kristian, pulling the marten's shirt up and over his head, tossing it away. His big paws reached around the front, tracing over Kristian's belly, his chin hovering over one shoulder. Kristian's briefs came off, falling to his ankles. Jaro blanched as he realised that the marten was still locked in his chastity cage, his poor hard dick squeezed within. His pink cock strained against the metal bars, the whole thing tugging on him.

“It still hasn't come off?" Jaro asked. “You must be…"

“Yes," the doctor breathed, as Kadir kissed his neck. “Quite desperate. Hence why we have spent… so much time together."

“Oh?" Jaro asked, ears warming at the thought. “You have?"

Kadir's shorts fell next, though his crotch remained out of sight, hidden behind Kristian's slender waist. They were so different. Kadir was taller and broader, built like a lumberjack and covered in short, lightly-coloured brown fur. Kristian was lithe, smooth with a fluffier coat, rich deep browns and a charming creams that snaked from his neck to across his chest, and finally going down to his groin and inner thighs.

“Every night he wasn't with you," Kadir said, one paw reaching around to gently caress the front of Kristian's throat. “He was with me. You two talked. We did a bit more." He sniffed. “Do you like hearing that, Jaro?"

Jaro swallowed. He should be embarrassed. Fuck, he was embarassed. But somehow, the twisting mix of shame and taboo only made everything that much more arousing. What is wrong with me?

“I do," Jaro squeaked. Kadir shoved Kristian forward onto the bed, and the marten laughed, crawling forward on all fours into Jaro's lap. Those thin, gentle, tickling fingers reached for his waist, hooking inside the band of his shorts and sliding them down to his knees. Jaro's cock stood free of his own grey sheath, the knot still hidden, precum running slick down his length. Jaro had always been wet when he got turned on. He tried to clear his throat, head drumming from the stress and thrill of it all. “What um… what stuff did you guys do… together?"

Kadir grinned, one paw stroking his thick cock. Huge balls. That was all Jaro could think, he was going stupid from the overstimulation.

“First, I was a bit shy," Kristian admitted. His paw wrapped around the base of Jaro's dick, pulling a rising gasp from the wolf. He let out a breath, the warm air wafting over Jaro's tip. “You remember. I am… inexperienced. Or, I was."

“Yeah… yeah… ahh…"

“First we fell asleep together," Kadir said. “In the morning, he was wrapped around me… his paw came down and… well."

“The cage being on so long," Kristian shrugged, his head darting forward as he briefly licked at the very top of Jaro's dick. “Sometimes it gets a bit difficult to think properly."

“Just your paw then?" Jaro squeaked, as Kristian started feeling his balls, squeezing them, a thumb running up through his taint. He felt ticklish, electricity shooting through every part of his body. Kadir had joined them on the bed, shuffling forward on his knees. Kristian was still on all fours, his mouth centimetres from Jaro's sheath, Kadir's cock just peeking over the top of his ass.

“Nope," Kadir chuckled. “Not just that. He got a bit wild, your boy. You really should have fucked him, Jaro, he was desperate."

“I wanted to tell you," Kristian whispered, “but there just wasn't the right time for it. You two weren't talking so and…"

“You're telling me now." Jaro sucked in a breath, his chest tightening up. He imagined them together in Kristian's tent, after everyone else went to sleep..

“How many times?" Jaro gasped, shivering.

Behind the marten, Kadir laughed. “More than a few, started a few nights after we left Chevron's."

At Jaro's hips, Kristian finally took his cock in his mouth proper. Jaro almost screamed as the marten's lips wrapped around his head, his warm tongue licking at the underside of his glans, bobbing gently down his length.

“I… ah… fuck… urghm…" Jaro grunted, squirming in place. His paws tugged at the blankets, trying to find something to hold onto, so as not to lose himself in the waves of pleasure rippling through him.

“Sometimes he told me how badly he wished you would fuck him too." Kadir laughed again, one of those big, powerful paws rising up from behind Kristian's ass. His fingers dug into the marten's cheek, pulling it open. Kadir would have a perfect view of his asshole. “Do you like hearing that, Jaro?"

“Ah, yes, I do," Jaro said, almost immediately. There was no point trying to deny it. He could hardly imagine anything more arousing than Kadir and Kristian together. They were the two hottest people he'd ever known, and the embarrassment he felt at knowing how often they fucked only compounded that effect. “I really like it."

“You like to hear about me fucking your boy?" Kadir asked. At Jaro's crotch, Kristian was still sucking him off, his muzzle sinking down low, his tongue occasionally pressing to the inside of Jaro's sheath. “Say it."

“I like it," Jaro whined, back arching beneath him. “I like hearing about you fucking my boy."

“You want me to fuck him, right now?" Kadir asked, fingers still digging tight into Kristian's ass cheeks. The caracal looked down, eyebrows raised. “He's so tight, you know. You wanna watch?"

“Y-yes." Jaro's voice was so small. He was desperate, losing his mind, sinking into the sensations. He wanted to touch them both, but it was all he could do to hold on for dear life.

“Yes what?" Kadir asked, running a thumb down towards Kristian's hole.

“Yes… please?" Jaro tried, practically hyperventilating. “Please, Kadir, please fuck him for me."

Kadir pushed his cock towards Kristian's ass, but Jaro could tell it hadn't gone in yet. The caracal put a paw to his own ear, cupping it. “Yes… please… what?"

Jaro's chin was shaking so hard he could barely get the words out, Kristian was unrelenting, sucking at his cock and tugging his balls hard. “Yes… puh-puh-please… sir…"

The caracal grinned. “Good boy."

Kadir growled as his thick cock thrust inside Kristian, a muted grunt sounding from the marten's throat as he did. Kristian's lips paused around Jaro's dick, his tongue limp, putting none of the work in as Kadir's short, powerful thrusts rocked him back and forth. Jaro tried to keep his breath, his cool, watching Kadir's tensing face as he fucked Kristian. Fucked his boy. He probably likes Kadir's dick better anyway. The thought only made it hotter.

“Ahhh…" Kristian moaned, around Jaro's dick. His whole body knocked back and forth, accompanied by the rhythmic slapping of Kadir's hips on Kristian's ass cheeks. “Ah… oh… fuck… Kadir…" His voice was high, almost whining, a shrill moan. It was the best sound Jaro had ever heard.

“Mff, fuck, so… tight," Kadir growled, bending over the marten's back, putting extra force into his thrusts. Kristian had practically abandoned Jaro's dick, but that was good. The wolf slid down, slipping between the tangled mess of legs and arms, feeling the heat of them both. He dragged himself down until their crotches were right over his head.

Kristian's cage swung like a bell, to-fro, to-fro, jingling as it did. He looked more pained inside it than ever, small drips of clear precum falling forth and landing on Jaro's face.

Slightly further were Kadir's balls, slapping painfully hard as the caracal worked himself faster. His barbed cock slid in and out of Kristian's tight asshole, the light pink skin there squeezing hard around him. It made Jaro feel like jelly shaking in a cup. Unable to keep his arm from trembling, he slowly reached a paw up, gently stroking Kadir's toned thigh.

“Tamasi," Kadir grunted, his voice muffled up above.

“Y-yes?" Jaro mewled. Pathetic. “What?"

“Should I cum inside him, then?" Jaro almost fainted. The fucking had been hot but this was a new level. “That what you wanna see?"

“Yes, yes-yes, please!" He gasped, shocked at how eager he sounded.

“Mmmrfff, so fucking tight," Kadir growled above, fucking harder and harder, picking up speed as he slammed deep into the marten's asshole. The thrusts changed then, becoming shorter, sharper – shallow little wiggles as he tried to grind himself as deep as possible to shoot. Finally Kadir pulled right back, driving deep with one final thrust, huffing as Jaro saw his balls tighten and tense, hearing the sighs of pained relief as he unloaded himself inside the marten.

Jaro's own cock shook from the thrill of it all, his body frozen in rapturous silence as he watched the last of the caracal's orgasm fade.

“Ah… wanna see?" Kadir asked, pulling back. As his still-hard dick popped free, a thin line of shining white cum connected him to Kristian. The caracal shuffled backwards, allowing Jaro room to sit up a little. First he looked at Kadir's cock, cupping the balls, sniffing the sweaty musk, stroking the last drops of cum along it.

Then he turned his attention to Kristian. The marten was still on all fours, head buried in the blankets, huffing from exertion. Jaro reached over, pulling apart his ass cheeks to reveal his hole, a thin line of white slowly drooling down the inside.

“Ah…" Jaro whispered, stretching a finger forward, allowing it to sink deep into the marten. Kristian shivered and tightened around him, and as Jaro pulled it free it came away covered in Kadir's seed. “Big load."

Kadir's paw rubbed at Jaro's shoulder, massaging. “Always." His voice became a low, but commanding whisper, and Jaro felt the tip of his shaft pressing against his back. “But I'm not done if you're not."

“No… not yet…"

“Go on then." He didn't have to say it twice.

Jaro leaned in, putting his muzzle up to Kristian's used hole. The marten shook and wiggled beneath him, mewling wordlessly as Jaro speared his tongue forward. Kristian was looser now after the pounding he'd just taken, and it was easy to open him up. Kadir's cum came running out onto Jaro's tongue, warm and salty, sticking slightly. He gladly took it, pushing his tongue deeper, curling it around inside Kristian's rim, cum and spit mixing with the taste. All the while the cage clanged beneath them, shaking as Kristian tried in vain to reach down and squeeze himself.

“Jaro…" The marten whined. “Please… come on… the cage it… it makes things impossible, I can't believe it…"

“Really does drive him crazy," Kadir chuckled behind him. “I should know."

Before him, the doctor sunk lower, pulling away from Jaro and proffering up his ass. Didn't need to ask twice.

His cock as hard as iron, knot swollen within his sheath, Jaro climbed atop Kristian, lining the end of his dick up with the cum-wet hole before him. It was so warm. And all Jaro could think about was Kadir had just fucked it, hard, fucked the man that Jaro cared about so much. And he loved it. They all did.

“Go on now," Kadir urged. “Good boy."

Jaro slipped in easy. Kristian was loose, lubed generously from all the previous work. He whined as Jaro's cock pushed deep, every inch free of his sheath filling the hole. It had gone in smoothly but that didn't mean Kristian didn't feel tight. He clenched around Jaro, drawing a pained moan of pleasure from the wolf.

“Please…" Kristian mewled into the bed, shoving his hips back. “Harder." Jaro grit his teeth, leaning over the doctor. His left arm shoved down into the mattress, while his right was balanced over the back of Kristian's shoulders, holding him down.

Jaro began to thrust, in and out, driving as deep as he could then drawing right back. Grunting and gasping he picked up the speed, the pace, fucking Kristian harder and harder. Beneath him the caged marten continued to whine and moan, bouncing in place, sick with arousal. It felt so good. So tight and warm, so just right. In his crotch, Jaro felt the familiar pleasantness of his sheath stretching as his knot burst free, swelling at his base. “Ah, ah, Kristian… oh…" It was hard to breathe, but he kept thrusting, the thick knot pushing up against his hole, but never going inside. Surely that would be too much. Kadir didn't have one, being a cat, maybe Kristian wasn't ready?

Jaro's thoughts were cut off as Kadir shuffled up behind him, saliva-wet paw slipping between Jaro's cheeks, coarse fingers wetting his hole. “Now I know you can take it," Kadir laughed into his ear.

“Yes, yes, ah, f-fuck y-yes," Jaro said, barely able to get anything more out. His pace slowed as Kadir angled himself, holding Jaro's hips still when he needed to. It was shameful, but Jaro loved feeling helpless, loved just being used for pleasure like that.

Then the pressure came. Spreading, stretching, Jaro whining at the fullness of it. His back arched and he cried out as Kadir's cock slid inside, the riveted barbs like a pleasant ribbing Jaro had seen on a toy once. The caracal was gentle at first, using only his head, pulling back, then pushing in halfway, pulling back, then thrusting to three-quarters. Jaro stood still, his cock buried in Kristian's asshole, unable to move for the competing sensations of pleasure.

“Ready then?" Kadir growled, suddenly thrusting in deep. Jaro let out a loud cry as he felt his walls stretch out, his insides impossibly full as Kadir fucked him. “Keep going then, be good for me."

“I… yes… Mmfff..." Jaro had so few thoughts right now. He fell into step with Kadir's motion, like a dance. He'd thrust into Kristian, then pull back as Kadir fucked him. Neither would ever fully pull out, all three dragged along in a thick train. Back and forth. Kadir had both paws holding Jaro – one clamped painfully tight at the soft side of his belly, the other curving up beneath his underarm to brace his chest.

“Jaro… Jaro… ah-ah, oh…. Fuck…" Kristian mewled beneath them, cage shaking as he was fucked harder, the pace rising as the three found a comfortable pattern.

Agonising pleasure radiated from Jaro's asshole, it spread down through his thighs and twisted up, aching in his balls and finally shooting through all of his dick. There was nowhere to escape the sensations, it was almost painful, like blissful torture. If he moved forward, he sent his cock deeper into Kristian. But if he pulled away, Kadir filled him even deeper. It was unbelievable, and his paws couldn't stop rubbing the marten all over, all the while Kadir did the same to him, squeezing and stroking, sighing and nipping at his neck.

With force, Kadir shoved himself deep inside Jaro, practically forcing him down onto Kristian. “Knot him."

“I…" Jaro blinked, trying not to become dizzy. “I dunno… Can he–"

“Yessss…" Kristian whined, both of his paws outstretched, tugging at the blankets. “More, please."

“Fuck him, hard," Kadir commanded. Jaro nodded, pushing forward, trying to test the edges of Kristian's ass. His knot was so sensitive, so tight, it was hard not to just give into the urge of locking himself in. He pushed further and Kristian cried out beneath him, but Kadir didn't stop pushing at his rear, throwing his weight onto Jaro and filling him with cock, trying to encourage him deeper.

“Just go, Jaro, please," Kristian cried. So Jaro did.

He thrust his hips forward, allowing Kadir to help push him down. For a moment he saw white, stars flashing, his entire body blinding. Kristian too cried out as he was stretched wider than ever, and a moment later his pained yelp was quickly replaced by a long, soothing moan. As his hole came back down to size the relief that flooded would be overwhelming, Jaro knew that.

“Fuck, I'm gonna… again…" Kadir hissed in Jaro's ear, holding him tight, thrusting deeper again. Jaro was locked into Kristian now, pressure squeezing his cock from every direction, not moving much as Kadir continued his powerful thrusts, their balls slapping together. “Jaro… fuck… ah… f-fuck… cumming…"

He felt the shudder through Kadir's body as the orgasm took control, fingers digging in painfully hard, his hips grinding deep as a wet shooting warmth pushed Jaro's walls that little bit further out. It was too much. Kadir was pumping his seed deep inside, breeding him, even the thought of it drove Jaro crazy.

It all happened at once.

“Aaaaah…. I….. ungh!" Jaro grunted, grinding his own hips, wiggling tiny, impossibly shallow thrusts inside the marten to tip himself over the edge. He reached around his waist, wrapping a paw over the cock cage, pulling him in even tighter, following his natural instincts to get his cum in as far as he could. Jaro's balls bunched up, his muscles all clenched, and a huge pressure mounted within his cock. Like a pipe fit to burst. It hurt, it ached, agonising pleasure swelling as the top finally broke, lines of quivering tension shooting along his shaft as he emptied rope after rope of thick cum into Kristian's hole, a dull throb shooting through his balls.

Beneath him, Kristian cried out louder than any of them, whining high and loud, squirming in place. “Jaro… K-Kadir, ungh, ah, I… mrff… ah–" He let out another shrill yell, bucking once in place against Jaro's knot, wringing yet more seed from the wolf.

Another shot of pleasure ruptured through Jaro as he felt hot cum shoot from inside the cage, thick load after load painting his paw, far more than his own shot had been. Kristian shook and shivered beneath him like a man possessed, balls draining weeks of build-up, days and days spent stuck aroused and unused.

“Kristian, yes, gah," Jaro moaned, as his orgasm moved past its peak, slowing.

“I… I…" Kristian's wasn't stopping. The ropes just kept coming, spurting out from the cage, pooling in Jaro's palm and running over, dripping down into the bed, soaking everything. “F-fucking hell…" He gasped shakily, as the tap finally seemed to run dry.

“I'm… ah… I'm…" Jaro's knot kept everything in, and he heaved his body as he and Kadir's orgasms finally ended. He felt the last dregs slow, sighing deeply as the final bits pushed up the length of his cock.

With a slight wince, Kadir pulled himself out of Jaro, stepping off the bed.

“Are you alright?" Jaro whispered. Beneath him, the marten just nodded, stupefied. “Is that the first time you… finished, since it went on?"

“Yes," the marten whimpered meekly.

“Hey," Jaro said, as a thought occurred to him. “I can't get the knot out yet… but try and roll over."

Swallowing and sniffing, Kristian awkwardly rolled in place, stretching his legs around so he was laying on his back, now looking up at Jaro. So slim. The cage looked good on him, especially now as everything around it was completely drenched in sticky white cum. Jaro had never seen so much in his life. Not to mention the two loads in his ass, and the one in mine.

“Just be still…" Jaro whispered, reaching down and seizing two parts of the cage. Why hadn't he thought of this earlier? He was so much stronger now. Trying to be delicate, he tugged, and with a short screech the metal snapped, bursting off Kristian's poor, bruised little dick.

“WHA!" The marten yelped, jerking in place as Jaro tossed the metal pieces away. His paws quickly rushed to his penis, holding it like it was a wound. “Oh… agh… shit…"

“It hurts?" Jaro asked, and the marten nodded. After a moment, the worst of it seemed to pass, and the doctor finally relaxed, pulling his paws away and falling back on the bed.

“Could have perhaps tried that sooner," Kristian finally said. He sounded totally exhausted. “But no bother, I suppose…"

“Only just occurred to me, sorry," Jaro admitted. “But… you did look good in it." He reached down, gingerly prodding at Kristian's limp cock. It was sticky, soft, smaller than both his and Kadir's.

“Ow!" The doctor flinched. “It's still… quite sensitive."

“I swear," Kadir laughed, standing by the side of the bed. “He spent more time hard in that thing than he did soft."

“Quite," Kristian mumbled, scowling. “Something about having it on… having it denied… I never used to masturbate that often but this… made it worse. As if it was all I could think about."

“Oh, I remember," Kadir said, grinning. A smile looked weird on the caracal, Jaro was so accustomed to scowling. But it was far from unpleasant; in fact it was nice, Jaro decided. “Are you stuck there, Tamasi?"

Jaro nodded, sucking his teeth. “For about the next ten minutes."

“Suck shit then. I'm gonna have another bath."

“Yeah…" Jaro looked down at himself and Kristian, both sticky with drying cum. It was a lot less arousing after he'd finished. “That was… unexpected."

“From us too," Kristian said. “I'm sorry we hid what we were doing. I didn't… couldn't stop, and Kadir knew it would hurt you."

Jaro looked at the big man, who pointedly glanced away. “It didn't hurt me. It's alright, turns out I like this I guess. I just… want to know where we stand, Kadir." Don't ignore me again.

“I dunno," the caracal admitted. “I don't want you to get hurt. But I don't know if I can save you."

“If something happens to me," Jaro said seriously – or as seriously as he could while naked, sticky, and knot-deep in Kristian – “it won't be your fault. I just want you, that's all." He looked back down at the marten, smiling as he ran a paw over the fluff of his belly. “Both of you."

“Well, you're good at sharing," Kadir said, picking up a small pile of towels and turning towards the door.

“To my surprise," Jaro said.

Kadir stopped at the exit, looking back at the two of them on the bed. “I'm not a feelings guy. But. This was… good."

“Whatever happens tomorrow," Kristian said, struggling to be heard down on the bed. “At least we found each other, if only for one night."

Kadir smirked.

“Yeah, well. Let's hope it ends up being more than one."