Resonant Frequency

Hot Spring Fuck Machine

Special Agent Lap Dog peered around the corner warily. Super-Special Agent Puppy had promised that most of the base would be empty, with Nel--no, Legs having rounded everyone up for a small convoy into Sampi for a supply run.

But so far he was safe. No thunderous echoes of tires screaming through the caves...no furious cursing and accusations of mischief and dickery. The coast was clear, the mission green to proceed. Although it was kinda hard to see in the darkness with these sunglasses.

He squinted over the top of them before continuing to tiptoe through the quiet base. The disguise was important -- anonymity was key! Just in case anyone was still here, other than Sama--er, Puppy. He grinned to himself as he paused at an intersection, glancing at each option before shrugging and trotting down the one that felt right. He figured there were only a few places his friend would be lounging about...but one stood out more than the others, and he made a stealthy beeline for it. Operation Get Your Oral Certification was underway!

"Uh...York??"

Special Agent Lap Dog froze in place, his eyes wide as he stayed perfectly still, one leg still partially-lifted. He slowly, slowly turned his head around and then spotted Vinny in a nearby doorway. The lanky chupa stared at him in confusion and Lap Dog whispered loudly to him: "How...how did you know it was me?"

"Um." Vinny peered at him before replying slowly: "Well, even with your, um. Sunglasses. You're still one of the biggest people I know, and. You also never wear a shirt, so..."

"I...own a shirt!" Lap Dog poorly protested before he grumbled and took off the sunglasses to pout at Vinny. "I guess I should have brought a wig, too. Then no one would know I was actually York."

"Um. I don't know if that would...well." Vinny gave him a careful smile. "Maybe it would work. Are you here to talk to Samael?"

York huffed quietly at being discovered and tucked the sunglasses into a hip pouch. "Yeah, but uh. It's. Super-official important stuff, so you can't tell anyone."

Vinny's smile grew the tiniest bit. "Um, if I could make a request?"

York tilted his head curiously. "Oh sure, what's up?"

"Uh. If you guys decide to have your 'super-official' discussion in a closet again, can you pick one that doesn't have the cleaning supplies? We all have to use those."

York's eyes bulged again and he gave a wheezing laugh while raising both hands quickly. "Whoa, uh, hey, heh, I got. Practically nothing to do with that." He paused before grinning and winking, because he forgot he was also a whore. "By which I mean that's normally Sammy's fault, the York likes to keep his messes contained."

"Mhmm." Vinny nodded a few times, looking exceptionally unconvinced. He then offered another shy smile while nodding down the hall. "You're going the right way. I think I saw him heading to the springs."

"Well, of course, that's pretty much the best location for an extremely important and top-secret meeting," York replied wisely, tapping the side of his muzzle. After a moment, he cleared his throat and flashed a sheepish grin. "Uh. Sammy mentioned them, but. I haven't seen them yet. Is it this way?"

"Yeah, just keep going this way 'til you see the temporary lighting," Vinny explained while gesturing with a slender arm. "It hasn't been fully cleaned up or anything, but, um. I'm sure you two will be fine."

York's grin shifted back to cheery. "Heh. Appreciate it, man. I'm sure we'll make do." He then studied Vinny for a few seconds. "So wait, did Nelson have you stay behind to, uh. Keep an eye on Samael or something?"

"Huh? Oh, no. She let me skip the supply run since, um. I'm taking one of the boats over to the other side to meet up with my folks." Vinny nodded toward the outer wall. "I haven't talked to them in a little bit and Nelson is looking to arrange another deal."

York's face lit up In delight. "Ooooh!! Awww, man! I wanna go!" he whined as he danced from paw to paw. "I bet Sammy wouldn't mind a detour before our, uh. Business meeting, we can come with you! That sounds good, right?!?"

Vinny leaned back slightly despite his small smile. "Uhhh...it's okay, maybe, um, maybe next time. This is, uh, family-only."

York's chin jutted out as he crossed his enormous arms. "Aw, shucks. Well, make sure you remind your mom how awesome I think she is!"

"I always do," Vinny replied graciously before he pulled the hood of his sweater up. "Have, um. A good 'meeting' with Samael. I'll see you later, York." He tossed a little wave and then shuffled down the hallway with his hands tucked into his pockets.

"Just remember! If anyone asks, I wasn't here! It was Special Agent Lap Dog!" he called after Vinny. He grunted to himself and then squinted back down the direction he'd been heading. "Okay. Everything's fine. You've practiced with so many bananas, you're ready," he muttered to himself as he continued his way along the corridor. "You still got this."

He eventually made his way to a section of the caves that had barely been touched by any sort of excavation or remodeling. Some construction lights were hastily hung along the damp walls and there were a few small caverns to either side that housed some neatly-organized supplies and oversized tools that probably weren't used as often. Past them, however, was an archway that had a thick blanket hung across.

The fabric was decorated with a multitude of colorful symbols and patterns, and several tiny chimes and bells hung from the bottom hem. A handcrafted sign was erected next to it and York grinned slightly as his eyes fell upon it. The neat, flowing script that had been burned in must have been Vinny's -- the kid had a knack for woodwork.

Hot Springs -- Please Be Careful!

...The scrawling additions below it, however, could have belonged to only one hand.

If the blanket is a-jinglin', come do some minglin'!

"A giant whore," York remarked, his voice shamelessly laced with appreciation. He made the best friends.

He approached and carefully pushed the blanket aside, having to duck slightly through the archway. His eyes immediately widened and he gave a low whistle as he took in the space before him. The air itself was misty -- the rocks under his toes felt cool to the touch, but there was a soothing warmth drifting around him. A slim gap in the outer wall allowed a beam of sunlight in, which was more than enough to illuminate the humid cavern.

At least three pools opened up into the floor and York spotted a hazy figure lounging in the furthest one, a whisper of a grin just visible through the steam. York smirked as he wandered forward and glanced into one of the naturally-formed tubs as he passed. The water within wasn't quite clear, but it bubbled invitingly and smelled soothing -- perhaps a heated mineral spring? Whatever the case, it was immediately obvious to York that none of their three bases had anything close to it, and he had something to start begging Wash to consider when he returned.

"Ahhhh, Special Agent Lap Dog..." the grey shadow called out, his voice muffled by the steam even as it echoed off the glistening rock walls. "You've found the, uh...secret lair."

York grinned as he continued his saunter toward his friend. "Super-Special Agent Puppy...you've officially made me jealous of your dumb frozen cliff fortress. This is so not fair."

Samael's drawl shifted to a giggle, and as York approached, the stocky chupa leaned forward so that his toothy grin and deep-red jaw studs caught the diffused sunlight. "Dude, right?? Nelson's been tryna find a rock big enough to shove in front'a the opening so we can't use it no more."

York laughed as he beamed down at his pal. Samael was submerged past his chest, his muscular arms resting on the outside of the pool for support, and he looked just about as relaxed as could be. "Sounds like she just isn't taking advantage!" York replied with another grin as he dropped his hands on his hips and glanced around the cavern again. "Man, seriously. I think I'm gonna convince Wash to put together a mission to come kick all you assholes out so we can take over. This is too cool!"

"I know, right?!" Samael chortled before he winked up at him. "An' hey, jus' remember yer buddy Sammy when ya come knockin', you'll need my help pickin' all the rock salt out after Nelson gives ya both barrels."

York snorted as he dropped down onto the edge of the pool and carefully dipped one paw in. It was almost hot...but not quite. The perfect temperature for sitting in all day and he wondered for a moment how Samael got anything done now that they'd discovered this little gem of their hideout.

The bubbles tickled over his pads and made him shiver in delight as his eyes slid back to Samael, who was watching him with amusement. "Well, quit starin' an' join me in here, man! Unless yer that anxious to get to the follow-up," Samael snickered, splashing York playfully. "I wanna hear how things've been for ya, 'sbeen a minute."

York smiled a bit, his jovial mood staggering slightly. Things hadn't been bad or anything. They just...hadn't progressed much, either. He unfastened his belt and slid his pants off, already feeling Samael's eyes drifting shamelessly over his crotch. He wiggled his eyebrows at his friend before searching the room for -- ah, there it was. "You keep staring and you're gonna end up forgetting the whole lesson, ya horny redneck!" he teased while tossing his pants over where Samael's were crumpled.

"Like I ain't seein' li'l York comin' out to say 'haaaay'," Samael mocked as York chuckled and slid smoothly into the warm water.

Whatever tension he might have been holding in his body soon started melting away, and he smiled happily while lazily kicking at Samael's legs beneath the surface. "Shush, like you aren't rockin' a half-mast over there."

"Yeah, but. Tha's like m'state of bein'," Samael replied, his drawl even thicker than usual as he sank lower, sighing softly. "Gawd, where was this after Blarganthia?"

"Where was this after Wortistan?" York mumbled before they both peered at each other with a shared half-grin. "We gotta stop having the same traumatic injuries, pal."

"Eh, 'least it weren't the important leg we got fucked up," Samael rumbled dismissively, lifting a wrist from the rim of the pool just enough to gesture briefly. "How's yer li'l pine cone been, though?"

"Not...bad," York replied slowly. A small frown graced his features before he scratched quietly at his muzzle. "I mean, I guess we've been able to spend some time together, at least. Nothing, you know. 'Special'."

Samael's faint smile showed he knew what it meant. "It's a'right, York. Yer bein' there, a' least, right?"

York nodded quietly as the hand on his muzzle dropped down, grazing lightly past the key resting on his submerged chest. "I am. I am, Sammy, and it's...it drives me insane to always feel like we're so close to getting somewhere with these thoughts we have, and. Well, next thing I know, he's leaving Tex's room and I'm..." He grimaced -- he wasn't angry. Just...kinda sad.

But then he remembered something more recent and an honest smile replaced the morose expression. "Oh! But there was something nice." Samael gazed at him with his own smile, encouraging him to continue. "Just a few days ago. Wash had been dealing with the reports of several missions -- most that hadn't gone so great -- and I think he also just had a shouting match with Kiden...well, he. Actually came to my room." He paused to reach over with a leg and prod Samael's shin. "Which, by the way, I actually cleaned up!"

"Proud of ya, you ain't even gotta Nelson 'round to beat ya into keepin' it neat."

York laughed quietly and nodded, a new warmth bubbling up inside him that wasn't even from the soothing mineral waters massaging over his broad frame. "He came by, though, and...said he wanted some quiet time." York smiled again, his claws tracing silently over his own chest as he savored the memory. "We...we just read a book together. Clothes on and everything. Well, mostly," he noted with a slight grin. "He was down to his undershirt 'n shorts."

Samael cooed appreciatively, his eyes dancing as he propped his head up with one arm. "Awwww. Hey, anyone who says cuddlin' ain't a thing worth enjoyin' ain't ever cuddled properly!"

"Yeah...exactly," York replied warmly. "CT joined us, too. It was just the three of us for a little while and...it felt really nice. He never left my side and everything just. It just felt right."

"The guy cares about you, hon...that ain't hard to see. I know we joke 'bout him 'n Andee bein' so similar, but simple fact is that they're both hard to read 'n both got hesitations 'bout gettin' too emotionally involved. But every time I see y'all together, it's...still purdy clear to me. You gotta place in his heart. You gotta know that."

York nodded again. "I...I know. I do. I think he's just scared. No, I know he is, since. I'm scared, too. The thought of losing what I have with my little buddy keeps me up in bed sometimes."

Samael studied him for a few seconds, then quietly scooted around the pool to join York at his side. He slid an arm around York's waist as York dropped one of his own massive arms around Samael's shoulders. The smaller chupa replied after a moment. "Yer on the right track, York. Bein' scared's gonna be a part of it, unfortunately. I really think you...jus' gotta keep bein' there for him. You ain't gonna be able to force nothin' with a guy like yer Wash, but...when that moment do come, an'...gawd, I know it will, y'all got somethin' too powerful for it not to..." He looked over and up at York, who gazed back silently, wishing his pal could just tell him whatever would make all this work out. Wishing Samael could somehow tell him exactly what to do, step-by-step, so that he didn't royally screw something up and lose out on everything he was aching to reach out and hug tightly to his heart.

Samael's voice continued quietly. "When that moment comes, you owe it to ya both to be honest. You tell him everythin' you feel, you ask him whatever you wanna ask, even if yer scared. 'Cause he's gonna be just as lost as you, if not even more. An' you might hafta make a sacrifice or two." Samael shook his head a bit and squeezed York's waist gently. "Some fuckers say that ain't worth it, but fuck 'em. You love yer man, then you think 'bout what's worth goin' through for 'im. An' then tell 'im, so he knows how much he matters to you."

York closed his eyes and pulled Samael close to his side. Those words sank in and he was quiet for some time as he processed them. He had no doubt Samael had experienced something similar with Andee, especially in terms of what he might have put himself through to earn the angry little bat's honest affection. York was ready to do whatever he needed to do for Wash, too...but he knew he couldn't do it alone. He knew he'd need Wash to try, too. He couldn't pour his entire soul into an empty well, because there was no question that he wouldn't survive it. He'd lost too much before, and it would leave him hollow. He and Wash had come through so much together already...this needed to be the same way. They needed to do this as partners.

He took in a long, slow breath and then glanced down at Samael again. His pal had the same gentle expression, as always never pushing him to respond. Kind of ironic they both seemed to understand the value of silence sometimes. York smiled after another moment. "Thanks, Sammy. I dunno how or when, but..." He nodded, and there was more confidence in the motion this time. "I hope it's soon. I'm tired of waiting."

"Y'all have been buddies fer a long-ass time," Samael acknowledged as he reached up with his other hand to squeeze York's wrist. "Y'got a lot of history. I'm gonna be rootin' for ya, York, 'cause y'all both deserve someone who knows how to deal with each other's crazy asses." He smiled as York snorted and gripped playfully into his shoulder. "Plus y'all make a damn cute couple, li'l ol' Wash fittin' in yer big arms so nice!"

"Haw, you're one to talk," York chuckled as he reached over to poke Samael's chest. "Your crazy interspecies boyfriend is travel-sized, where doesn't he fit?"

Samael offered him a crooked grin. "Ay, careful now -- ya talk 'bout 'im too much an' he's gonna show up, you seen those giant cute-ass ears'a his?"

"Oh, well, then we should get started before he finds us and gets jealous of how good I'm treating his redneck," York boasted as he pulled Samael onto his lap with a grin while pushing their noses together.

"There's that big boy confidence that drives all us girls wild," Samael cooed, letting his fingers dance over York's chest as he leaned in close toward his friend, eyes glowing eagerly. York almost didn't notice his pal's other hand beneath the surface, working into his sheath with touches so delicate he mistook them for the bubbles in the water.

York grinned even as he flushed, knowing it wasn't just the warm water making his body feel so heated. "Heh, you plannin' on starting with a demonstration again, Sammy?"

Samael met his eyes with his own playful grin, the hand on York's chest gliding up to grip firmly into one of his shoulders. "Ain't that my job as yer instructor? How do I know if ya ain't forgot everythin' I told ya since the last time?"

As tempted as York was to let Samael continue...he really had been practicing. He half-lidded his eyes and reached up to slide both arms under Samael's arms. "How 'bout I just show ya?" he rumbled, easily lifting his stocky companion off his lap and then twisting around to boost him up and onto the edge of the pool. Samael's eyebrows lifted in surprise, but his expression was one of absolute indulgence as he half-grinned and tilted his head while gazing down curiously at York.

"Damn, son, yer already improvisin'...top marks," Samael murmured before giving a delighted little noise as York pushed his thighs apart and floated up between them. York's thick fingers moved slowly over Samael's muscular legs and he leaned forward with a chuckle to nudge his muzzle against the grey chupa's sheath. A few inches of blue had already started to peek at him and he glanced up to see Samael watching him with nothing short of affectionate approval. "You tell me what yer ready for, York...'cause so far, yer hittin' every possible checkbox..."

York licked his lips briefly. This was Samael, after all...the implication of saying 'ready for anything!' was dangerous. He flashed a cool smile while massaging Samael's sheath with his thumb to continue urging his erection free. "Well...I'll start here and we'll, uh. See where things go."

"A man of mystery...yeah, I really am startin' to be jealous of Miz Wash," Samael replied with a low chuckle before his head rolled back in bliss when York's thumb shifted up to pass gently along the base of his shaft. "Awww, fuck," he panted as he let his weight fall back onto his palms. "Then it's all you, pal..."

"Don't mind if I do," York responded easily as his eyes locked onto the metal bands adorning the bottom of Samael's malehood. He reminded himself they weren't as scary as they looked while moving his body closer in the pool so he could wrap one massive arm around Samael's waist. He pulled himself out of the water just enough to be able to open his jaws and lock them gently around his friend's arousal, which was immediately met with a throaty groan and the slow arch of Samael's spine toward him.

York moved his hand up as Samael's erection fully emerged, once again taking a secure hold of his base while starting to bob his head steadily. Samael had nothing but pleased sounds of approval for him and it didn't take long for York to find his awesome-blowjobbing-stride. His tongue danced over one band, and then the other, before twisting down to tease along the top of Samael's knot. That was met with a quiet gasp and York gave a happy smile to himself.

As his head moved back again, he took a deep breath and then hesitantly released Samael's knot to shift his hand down to splay across his friend's waist instead. He could feel Samael glance down at him but York was determined to take things up a notch. Using only his tongue to guide Samael's malehood back, he proceeded to bob his head once more, this time allowing the bulbous base of the trembling flesh to start pushing his jaws apart.

Samael's breath had already begun to quicken and York picked out a few muttered curses as a hand settled gently on the side of his skull. Yeah, he was definitely getting better. The water began to slosh from the movements of his upper body as he used Samael's waist for his anchor, letting his friend's tip drive back further with each push forward.

He heard a flutter of something and wondered if Samael had...no wait. He didn't wear a shirt. Then what was that --

"Yo, puppy, where the fuuuh-huh-huhhhhhello, what do we fuckin' have here?!"

York's eyes flew open and he choked on his surprise, throwing his head back with a wheeze and then gasping for air as he and Samael both turned their heads to stare stupidly at a silhouette standing in the shaft of sunlight. York's heart pounded in his chest as a mixture of panic and concern gripped him...before he blinked as Samael called out cheerfully: "Andee! Shit, hon, ya shoulda told me you were comin' by!! I'm right in the middle'a my lesson with York!"

The bat snorted as he waddled forward so his features became more distinguishable, squinting first at Samael and then down into the pool at York. York widened his eyes a bit and awkwardly lowered his head so he could just peer over the top of the rim. "Uh. Heeeey, Andee."

Andee smirked down at him as he strolled right up to the edge of the pool and then placed his hands on his hips while looking between the two. "Fuckin'...this is whatcha meant by 'helping York with his relationship issues', shortstack?"

Samael was all grins, lounging back on his hands again with his dribbling arousal freely displayed to the world...or at least to both York and Andee, who might as well have been his world at this point. "Hey, I was givin' my pal the benefit of a li'l discretion! He came to me to talk a li'l relationship talk, an' to get some pointers."

"Yeah, I see ya makin' a helluva point right now," Andee scoffed, reaching out with the tip of his wing to flick Samael's erection as the stocky chupa winced but only continued to grin enormously. The bat turned his attention back to York, who cleared his throat but hesitantly brought his head out of the pool.

"I, uh. I wanna do better at blowjobs," he explained sheepishly.

Andee blinked before throwing his head back with a loud, raucous laugh. "Ahaha, wait, you serious?? This ain't just you two doin' your usual man-whore thing, you're actually gettin' lessons from my puppy?"

York pouted. "Hey, look! Sammy's, uh. Sammy's really good! And I wanted to get better for Wash, so..."

"Oh, I know he's really good," Andee interrupted, leaning down toward York with a flat expression, his nose almost touching the chupa's muzzle. "I know all too good how he is," he added in a dangerous tone.

York felt his heart stutter. Oh god, it was going to be the Cleric's house all over again, he was gonna cause another fight between these two and make poor Sammy's heart break again and all because he just wanted some stupid blowjob less--

"Which is why," Andee continued smoothly as a grin slid onto his muzzle, his yellow eyes glinting in delight. "I'm gonna demand a cut from whatever you're payin' the dumb mook."

York blinked a few times, his terrified thoughts smashing into a brick wall of dumb confusion. "Uh...whuh...you..."

Above him, Samael huffed and crossed his arms. "Hey! I'm doin' all the hard work here, ya ass-bat! What're ya tryna do, be my gat-damn pimp?"

Andee rubbed his chin thoughtfully before smirking and turning back to Samael with a finger thrust toward him. "Exactly! Ya read my mind, puppy! You're givin' away preemo ass for free, it's time we started collectin' rent on all that real estate, stop lettin' squatters do the splash 'n dash!"

York couldn't help the giggle, covering his muzzle and peering between the two as they both looked back down at him. "W-wait...Andee, you...you aren't mad?"

"The hell would I be mad for?" the bat inquired bemusedly. "You think I don't know my dumbass puppy sleeps with half the fuckin' ring?" He approached Samael and, without taking his eyes off York, gripped firmly into the chupa's erection while grinning calmly. Samael squeaked but kept quiet, only smiling with unadulterated affection at Andee as the bat jabbed his other wing toward York. "Puppy's dick might travel the damn world, but I know where his big gay heart calls home," the bat explained, his grin finally slipping back to a calm smile. "Besides, you better not be about to tell me your smelly tan ass is still sleepin' around without your angry pine cone knowin' about it. Because I ain't about to be part of no gay drama, fuck that! I get enough of that from Sammy!"

York rubbed the back of his head, still shocked by the candidness. Which was saying something, considering how candid he and Samael were as friends. To have this conversation so easily with Samael's special guy was...unexpected. But welcome. He struggled to put a string of words together that made sense. "I...n-no, Wash knows, I um. I told him I'm me and that I sleep around, and...well." The pang that interrupted his fascination with the scenario was more than a little disheartening. "We...we aren't. Quite 'together' yet, he's still just my best friend," York mumbled. "I think. I'm...not sure. It's kind of weird."

Samael's expression softened for a moment. Andee snorted but exchanged a glance with Samael before they gazed at York together. But York shook his head and found a surprisingly honest smile. "I'm hoping soon, though. But...all this, I'm just. You. Wow." He looked between the two and then gave a crooked grin. "And anyway, it was sort of Wash's idea to come to Sammy for these lessons. Even if he probably didn't think I actually would."

Samael snickered while Andee blinked and then barked out his own amused laugh. "Heh, that short bitch still got about seven sticks up his ass, but I guess I gotta give him a break if he's smart enough to send you to this dick-guzzler," he exclaimed, removing the fingers from Samael's arousal to lightly pat against his face instead. "Ya came to the right place. So let's work out this deal so you can finish your lesson and I can get paid!"

York huffed as he slowly floated closer to Samael again, reaching up to grip lightly into his thighs. "Uh. Soooo, Sammy didn't exactly ask for...payment or anything..."

Samael grinned while reaching down to gently tap York's forehead. "First lesson, this big ol' teddy bear brought me that awesome li'l kit fer my rifle...an' those shorts ya like so much! But they were jus' gifts, 'cause someone ain't never had blowjob lessons before, din' realize the rules don't mention no requirements fer presents or nothin'. What a dork, right??"

Andee squinted down at York. "You gave him those shorts? Ya jackass, you realize half his damn ass hangs out the bottom'a those? Every time he comes to the caves now, every time he wears 'em an' says he's just tryin' to fit in 'cause bats got no pants like that makes it any better." He then rounded on Samael with a smirk. "And you, ya cock-cravin' puppy, I can't believe you're just givin' all this knowledge away for free. Whadda sucker!"

Samael grinned effortlessly as he wrapped an arm around Andee's waist and then peered past his still-very-present erection down to York. "Heh, well. It's been worth it, I tell ya what -- the guy's a gatdamn natural." His eyes danced mischievously and York felt a strange twist of concern. Maybe there was some giddy excitement mixed in with the trepidation. He wasn't sure yet.

Andee studied York for a moment and then let his tongue dance thoughtful along his teeth before he smirked. "Guess it wouldn't hurt to watch 'n find out. Puppy says you're good, you must be doin' somethin' right." York caught a glimpse of something between the bat's legs...and it took him a moment to realize all the times he'd seen Andee and his people, he never really thought much about the fact their situations weren't visible, despite the lack of pants.

...Well something was becoming visible now. York cleared his throat while Andee tossed another cool look between the two chupas before he shuffled backward and then hopped onto a smooth boulder with his legs crossed. He leaned forward, propped up on one knee, and then grinned. "Well, go on then. I'll let ya know if it looks like you got a fuckin' clue what you're doin'. I can tell when my puppy's fakin' it."

Samael grinned back but when he looked to York, the expression was tender. He didn't have to say anything -- York already knew he'd talk Andee out of it if it appeared he wasn't comfortable. But unfortunately, York's own malehood had long since popped out to say hello and was nudging against the walls of the pool to remind him that, no, in fact, he did not have a problem with this. Dammit, York, Jr. "So, big guy? Ya feelin' it?"

York squinted up at Samael for a few seconds. Of course he was feeling it. But Samael wasn't the only one who knew how to draw out a dramatic pause and York let his claws scrape slowly over Samael's thighs as he feigned his deliberation. It wasn't until Samael's smile tipped toward a concerned line that York grinned broadly and kicked his legs powerfully beneath the surface.

His body was propelled upward and he planted a paw against the side of the pool to push himself the rest of the way out. His hulking frame straddled Samael's, water running down his rippling musculature and all across the smaller chupa as his exceptionally-stiff erection danced mere inches from his friend's face. Samael's eyes bulged and York could feel the thrum of hunger that rolled through his pal's body. His eyes flicked briefly to Andee, whose own eyes had widened despite his best efforts to remain aloof. The bat leaned forward oh-so-slightly, drinking in the sight of York towering over Samael as a low grumble of approval slipped from his slender muzzle.

York savored the moment -- he surely had no dearth of self-esteem when it came to his sexual presence, but he couldn't deny that Samael and Andee together put off such a threatening aura of "yeah we've literally had sex on a ladder, you haven't?" that it could feel intimidating even to him.

...It was kinda nice seeing them both speechless.

York tried not to grin too broadly as he finally dropped to a knee atop Samael's lap, pressing their erections together while nudging his muzzle against Samael's. "I guess you could say I'm feelin' it. If you still are, of course." He reached down and wrapped his hand easily around both their malehoods to give a lazy stroke, and he couldn't deny the delight he felt when Samael arched his back and gave a harsh, blissful pant.

"Ooh, yeah, yer ready," Samael rumbled, eyes gleaming happily as he finally shook himself out of his reverie and reached up to grab York's shoulder. He seemed loath to leave the rather pleasurable moment, but he forced himself to slip out from beneath York so he could stand up with a teasing wink as he gently tapped his arousal against his friend's muzzle. "It's yer show, pal. Tell me how ya wanna run it."

York chuckled as he glanced up at Samael before looking past him at Andee, who was still raptly watching the two with no shortage of entertainment. "Heh." A simple response that nonetheless sent a thrill along both chupas' spines. Without another word, York once again lifted Samael up as he rose to his own paws and then quickly strode forward to shove his friend against the wall right next to Andee.

The bat huffed and flinched away in surprise, flicking a wing out to smack loudly against York's soaked rump. "Ay, watch it, big-foot!" he growled, though York didn't miss the way his eyes danced over the two chupas while he shifted and then continued to watch with a smirk.

York could feel Samael pulsing beneath his fingers, his small but strong body humming eagerly. York did his best to maintain the swaggering confidence as he lowered himself to a knee again and let his eyes settle on Samael's erection as it twitched and beckoned him to follow through. He wasn't used to having mental discussions with dicks, but he wasn't about to let this one scare him off. He was the York.

He gripped into Samael's waist with one hand and felt his friend run his own fingers slowly through his mane in response as he leaned in toward the light-blue arousal while letting a soft breath tickle over the sensitive flesh. Samael groaned quietly above him and pressed his back against the wall as his hips arched forward a bit, and York did what came automatically, opening his muzzle and letting the motion carry the stiff malehood into his jaws.

Samael gave another soft moan, his claws lightly pressing into York's skull. "Careful, hon...playin' with fire..." he warned, though the warm smile that York heard made the threat more inviting than anything. York smiled around his friend's arousal and clenched into Samael's thigh with his other hand while pushing his head forward to allow nearly the whole length to sink into his awaiting maw. He heard the jingling of a tail piercing and knew immediately he was on the right path.

He didn't deny he was a bit nervous, on the spot as he was now and without the safety net of his hand on Samael's knot...but the murmurs of encouragement gave him an extra nudge of confidence to start moving his head back and forth. His tongue alternated between teasing the piercings, dancing over the various sensitive spots and completely curling around the engorged flesh to keep it at bay. It didn't take long for Samael and him to find a slow, steady rhythm together, the stocky male's hips beginning to thrust in gentle opposition to his bobbing.

York was all too aware Samael knew exactly what he was doing, but he still imagined it with Wash as they moved faster and faster together. He should have been embarrassed at how much he wanted this with Wash, but he was starting to learn that he didn't care how it sounded, how it made him look. He knew his friends weren't going to judge him...and above all else, he knew Wash wouldn't, either. And that made his desires something to embrace, not to run from.

His pleasant thoughts of Wash almost overwhelmed the reality of the pace at which Samael had begun to thrust. York blinked as he realized the soft fur on his friend's stomach was rushing back and forth faster than he'd seen before, and he could hear Samael's quiet, excited whimpers as he leaned over him slightly and took his head carefully between both hands. "Hnngh, fuck, close, sweetie, oh gawd, gettin' close," he whispered as his legs began to tremble with the building ecstasy.

Next to them, Andee's snort was dismissive, although York detected the slightest quiver of excitement in his annoyed voice: "Ay, that's cheatin', puppy, don't warn the fucker!"

"Sh-shaddup, Andee," Samael panted as he squared his hips and then started thrusting harder. "Oh fuuuckin' hell, York, c'mon, hon, you got this..."

York knew what he meant and he gave a tiny nod around his friend as he lifted his shoulders, stole a quick, deep breath between thrusts, then let his jaws widen a bit more as his tongue moved aside. Samael's next cry was steeped in bliss as he instantly shoved his knot into York's jaws and sent the tip of his arousal back into his friend's throat. But York threw out any semblance of nervousness and simply moved with his companion, letting his muscles work naturally while he focused only on providing Samael whatever additional sensations he could.

He felt Samael stiffen up even further and he prepared himself as his excited companion gave a hitching gasp before suddenly arching his back with an audible thud of his shoulders smacking back against the wall of the cavern. His hips plunged forward and York found his nose buried in damp fur, his chin grinding against Samael's sheath while his orgasm made itself extremely evident with a torrent of warmth that rushed down his awaiting throat.

Samael's body was a slave to the pleasure and he was unable to do much more than simply clutch York's head while giving tiny bucks as his erection released several additional bursts. His back remained arched while his toes scraped audibly against the cool rock below, and York had nothing but pride and delight swirling around inside him as he pulled Samael's waist even closer to him, practically shoving his friend further against his muzzle to eke out every last bit of pleasure that he could.

It probably wasn't more than half a minute, but it felt so much longer as the two remained locked together far past the end of Samael's climax. Eventually, the smaller chupa gasped quietly and slumped against the wall while running his shuddering fingers slowly over York's muzzle as his chest heaved. "Oh...oh goddamn, York, goddamn, you definitely gettin' that certificate," he mumbled before groaning and arching his spine briefly again when York pulled back with a rather purposeful pass of his tongue over both piercings again. "Aw fuck you, ya fuckin' tease," Samael muttered, though the delighted grin spoke for itself as he finally looked down and met York's toothy smile.

"Yeah, okay, okay, ain't too bad," Andee remarked from beside them, and York glanced over while licking the excess from his muzzle, both looking and feeling confident despite the bat's devious grin.

"'Ain't too bad'?" York playfully complained as he peered up at Samael, then pointed at his friend's twitching erection with a wink. "That look like 'ain't too bad' to you??"

"Hmph, you'n Sammy really are both cocky li'l pups, ain'tcha?" Andee noted as he released a soft but pleased chuckle. "Whatcha think, Sammy, leave 'im with his basic-bitch degree...or let 'em graduate with honors?" he inquired while uncrossing his legs and planting one clawed foot to the side to reveal a lot more than York was expecting.

York's eyes bulged as he stared, the earlier speechlessness of the other two reflected back onto him. "Y-you're...holy shit, Andee..."

Samael tittered from above them as he caught his breath and then dropped down to York's level with a loud whisper: "I know, right?"

"It's...it's almost as big as yours!" York whispered back, eyes still wide. "And it doesn't even have a knot!"

Samael's grin broadened as Andee smirked and rested his elbow on his bent leg, very visibly enjoying York's small conniption. "I know, right?!?" Samael repeated gleefully before he leaned over to nuzzle slowly into Andee's neck. "Li'l guy's not fuckin' around..."

Andee gave his own grin while wrapping an arm around Samael's neck to pull his muzzle further against his throat, his eyes locked onto York. "What's the verdict, ya giant bastard?"

York took a moment longer, his eyes slowly moving over Andee's length. Like Samael's, the coloring was unique...pinkish-tan, but dappled with splotches of brown. And also like Samael's, a few bits of metal decorated the underside, although Andee's were studs, three along each side. He couldn't help but notice they were made of the same material as Samael's. Apparently dicks of a feather...fucked together?

"Ay, sometime today!" Andee announced as Samael snickered into his neck, starting to pull back while protesting.

"Heyyy, be nice, Andee, he ain't seen no bat wang 'fore today."

But Andee only huffed and yanked his head back down, forcing Samael's muzzle back against his collarbone as he winked at York. "You seemed to figure out what to do pretty quick once you finally got quality time with one, ya tumd fif..."

York huffed quietly; now his honor was on the line. This felt familiar. "I...am totally down, you tiny...tripod. Told Wash I'd be the best blowjobber he ever met, so..."

"He's met Sammy, ain't he?" Andee cooed even as he beckoned to York with his other hand. "But I suppose it's only fair to offer ya double or nothin'..."

York grinned and shuffled closer, his eyes a mix of fascinated and wary. Boy oh boy was this gonna be fun to tell Wash about. He reached out with a hand curiously but Andee tilted his head before smirking and holding up a finger. "Actually, just a sec." Both York and Samael glanced at him with matching tilted heads and the bat snorted amusedly. "God, you two are a fuckin' pair of queens, alright. But you did good with Sammy. Think he deserves an advanced test..." He released his arm from around Samael's neck and moved to undo the oversized collar around his neck, his eyes still glimmering playfully. "How 'bout a little multitasking challenge?"

York blinked and looked at Samael for clarification. His pal seemed lost for a moment as well before his eyes widened slightly and a grin was fired back up to Andee. "Wait. What're you thinkin', hon, like our li'l soiree with Mutt last week?"

"That's usin' the deetco, puppy," Andee purred while removing his half-poncho -- and the multiple gadgets and implements of destruction tucked beneath -- before he winked at Samael. "Your big dumb friend gets to take Mutt's spot."

York cleared his throat and slowly raised a hand. "Uh...fellas, I...oh!" He blinked stupidly as Samael practically materialized from Andee's side to sprawl out in front of him with a pleasant smile, his back propped against the boulder Andee stood upon. "Sammy, you're...oooh. Ooooooh." When Samael spread his legs and smirked up to him quite pointedly, York suddenly understood. "So you're gonna..." He peered down at Samael and then squinted at Andee, who now stood on the boulder with only his cap, grin and terrifyingly-disproportionate malehood. "And you're gonna..."

The stupid grin that lit up York's features matched the excited thrum his own erection gave. "Heh. Yeah, alright. I've seen this flick before," he commented with a rumbling laugh. York didn't need any further explanation as he reached down to slide one arm under Samael's hips to lift his lower half upward. Both Andee and Samael watched him intently, showing nothing short of matching excitement. It was a mix of intimidating and kinda fuckin' hot. York's own arousal had hardly flagged during any of this, and once he brought Samael's buttocks up against his waist, he was ready for action.

"Go on then, hon...let's kick it off right," Samael murmured eagerly, eyes locked with York's as he reached up to grip firmly into his friend's thick forearm. Above him, Andee traced a finger over his own malehood, his expression drifting between anticipation and impatience.

York was still...mostly confident. At least he knew what he was doing with Samael -- he only had to rock his hips forward once or twice, grinding himself along Samael's taut buttocks, before a trickle of lubrication rolled over his flesh. He exhaled quietly, keeping his eyes on Samael for the moment as he took himself by the base and positioned himself. Samael gazed up at him, shameless of the way he bit his lip and flicked his tail hungrily to one side. Yeah. There was no way he couldn't tell Wash all about this one day. He was gonna love this tale.

York grinned to himself before he pushed into Samael with a grunt as both chupas closed their eyes for a moment and released soft groans together. York took a moment to adjust before he pulled slowly back, then shoved in a bit harder to elicit a delighted cry from Samael. He moved his other hand to Samael's hip to keep him held tight before beginning a slow but firm rhythm. He had to admit -- it wasn't the same as with Wash, there was no blissfully emotional intimacy...but he'd be goddamned if screwing Samael didn't still have its own kind of electric delight to it. Always better to mess around with a pal than a stranger, he supposed...well, that and Samael being a massive whore meant he knew exactly how to drive York insane.

But before he could start to lose himself plunging into Samael, Andee cleared his throat loudly. York blinked and looked up before flushing despite his best efforts. Right. The bat wang. Andee tilted his muzzle up slightly, his grin oozing a cool but commanding presence as he rested his hands on his hips and let his waist arch forward a bit. York's thrusts became somewhat lopsided as he swallowed thickly -- Samael didn't seem to care much, anyway, as the smaller chupa simply arched his back and groaned happily beneath them both.

The York always followed through, though. And so he leaned forward with a determined expression, tempted to remove one of his hands from Samael to try and grasp Andee's malehood for at least a modicum of control. But Andee reached out to grab the back of his head as soon as he was close enough, leaning down close so his nose brushed gently into York's forehead. "You keep that puppy held tight, ya big lunk...I'll be nice." He grinned as York's eyes peered up at him warily. "Nice-ish."

...Well, that would have to do. Andee lifted his head again before laughing softly and guiding York's head down toward his crotch. York took a deep breath as the bat's arousal approached and he licked his lips quickly before his muzzle spread gingerly. And even he was surprised when Andee grunted and eased into his jaws rather than thrusting forward. York's eyes fluttered shut and he found himself recovering his steady rhythm into Samael as his harried pulse began to settle. Andee kept only about half his malehood within York's maw as his claws stroked through his mane, encouraging York to start working his tongue around curiously while beginning a careful bobbing motion.

A dick was a dick, but after all the careful oral inspection of Samael's, York could actually feel the differences in the form of Andee's arousal. And while that might have qualified as one of his gayest realizations to date, it was still pretty cool. As much as appreciating different dicks could be considered 'cool', anyway. His tongue traced over two of the metal studs and they sent a little shiver over his spine -- like Samael's bands, they didn't hurt but were rather a unique addition, something that brought a new sensation to him and made him wonder just how they'd feel elsewhere.

...Maybe for their next series of lessons.

It wasn't York's first threesome, but lord, it was his first one where he was so...industrious. Samael was a demanding partner and the way his claws gripped into his arm, the way his body writhed and his keening voice begged for more kept York from falling into any sort of mindless rhythm. He found himself constantly shifting his companion's legs, changing the angle of his thrusts and varying the way he shoved into Samael's welcoming form. And not being able to express his own pleasure vocally was new to him...not an experience he loathed, just a strange one. It didn't stop him from groaning around Andee's malehood, though the bat took it smoothly into stride, slowing the movement of his hips to a leisurely pace to allow York's building bliss to escape in a series of muffled whines and grunts.

In a way, it was a bit easier to deal with Andee after his practice with Samael -- self-esteem-suffering-size or not, the shape of the bat's arousal was less...ah...threatening. As he settled further into the dueling pleasures, he almost didn't realize Andee had begun to work nearly his full length back and forth. Unlike Samael, though, there wasn't much of an emphasis on being careful. Andee's claws hadn't left the back of his skull and with each pass, the bat gripped into him a bit harder and pushed himself in a bit further.

But the training was paying off. York kept his eyes closed and just focused on enjoying it. He felt Samael squirming blissfully in his hands and his own peak was hovering close -- those sensations alone were enough to distract him, but he never stopped his active attempts to please Andee, either. His tongue was practically of its own mind, working over Andee's shaft to the point that the bat actually began to curse quietly and lean over York's head, his cocky demeanor steadily giving way to blissful abandon.

York didn't see it, but lord he heard Samael's second orgasm...and then promptly felt it as his own arousal was clenched tightly by the rhythmic spasms throughout his partner's torso. York gave a muffled groan, his tail curling painfully as his own pleasure roiled and begged for just a little more effort. His knees spread a bit wider and he tightened his grip into Samael's hips before giving a powerful thrust forward to bury the base of his member into the smaller male. Samael's cries caused the very fog around them to twirl from the force and York's body shuddered in response, the tidal wave of ecstasy crashing mercilessly into his nerves.

It took every ounce of his attention to not clench his teeth as his climax rollicked through him, putting that energy into using his tongue to draw Andee in even further as the bat gasped and suddenly began to hammer into his muzzle. York's eyes snapped open but the overwhelming pleasure radiating out from his loins as his orgasm rushed into Samael made everything feel just fine. His throat relaxed as his instincts took over, barely even a gag threatening him despite the way Andee's flesh raced against the back of his maw again and again, then finally thrust as far as it could go as the bat gave a strangled shout and shoved his waist against York's muzzle.

He hardly had to work to swallow, considering the way Andee remained lodged deep into him and sent each burst of his climax directly into York's throat. His own orgasm was fading, but his hips continued working firmly into Samael's wailing form as he wrapped an arm entirely around his friend's waist so the other hand was free to reach up and cup the small of Andee's back. The bat gave a low groan of surprise, his fingers digging further into his mane as he arched his spine forward to coax a few additional shots into York.

Eventually the trio began to slow as one, York keeping a secure grip on both his companions as they panted hard above and below him. His head was swimming, so full of numbing bliss he thought briefly about collapsing. Andee was the first to carefully extract himself, his little body trembling so hard that he simply fell back on his haunches to sit on the boulder while grinning dazedly at York. "Heh...fuckin'...heh..."

York gave him a tired grin back before blinking in shock as Andee leaned forward to quickly lick a string of his own mess from the chupa's broad muzzle. The bat smirked around his heaving breaths. "Don't say... I never did nothin' for ya..."

York chuckled softly before glancing down at Samael. The smaller chupa had a look of abject satisfaction on his features, his grin as dumb as they came. The puddle splashed across his chest was unnecessary proof of how he rated the final lesson. "Gawddamn, York...fer a fuckin' surprise twist, you knocked it outta the damn park," he murmured before squawking as Andee suddenly slid down the front of the boulder to land on his chest. Samael wheezed and then smiled as his partner grumbled and dropped his head against his collarbone, clearly not upset by the mess beneath him. "Whatcha think, Andee?"

They both glanced up at York, who was still holding Samael's waist up, his malehood still considerably buried. Andee smirked and then held up a hand to tilt it from side to side. "Guess he passed," the bat murmured.

York snorted softly and then shifted his arm up to slide it under Samael's torso, lifting both his friend and the bat clinging to his neck while dropping onto his haunches so he could pull the pair against his enormous chest. "Passed my ass -- I aced it, and you both know it." He grinned again before letting his head fall back to rest on the damp rock wall with a quiet groan. "Got you both off at once, that's gotta like...make me your best student ever."

Samael snickered quietly, one arm holding Andee close as the other slipped up and around York's shoulders so the three of them could rest comfortably together. "Now he's cocky, like he weren't just pissin' himself lookin' at yer big scary bat-dong," Samael commented mildly, laughing when York huffed and squeezed them both tightly. "Ow, ow, 'kay, 'kay, yer certified, bud, yer free to go rock Wash's world."

"Still wanna cut," Andee muttered, his voice muffled from where his muzzle was buried in Samael's thick chest fur. "Tell Wash he owes us big time after you finish suckin' the chrome off his pipe."

"You can win it off him at our next poker night," York offered, smiling as he gazed down at his friend...at his friends, he supposed, even if Andee would never admit it. "Here's hoping the next time that happens, me 'n Wash will have some stories of our own." The quiet ache in his heart didn't drown out the lingering pleasure, but it did remind him that he still had work to do. Wash was worth it, though.

"Ugh, next thing you know, we're gonna be havin' tea parties and planning group dates," Andee grumbled, pulling his cap off to toss it aside so he could rub his head firmly against Samael's chest. "We're gonna need those angry lesbians to balance this gay-fest out, I ain't gonna listen to you two queers babble about your favorite nail polish all day."

"Please, you picked out the last two colors I've used," Samael retorted before he rested his muzzle on Andee's head while smiling up at York, squeezing his shoulders gently. "Pissy bat-bitchin' aside, y'know we're with ya on this, hon. You get yer damn man...an' remember we're here for ya either way."

"Don't fuckin' volunteer me for this shit, I'm just here so Sammy owes me for like...a quarter. But try not t' fuck it up, I deal with enough cryin' just from the puppy," Andee added dryly even as he gave a small smile up to York. "Fuckin' Wash don't deserve his own puppy, but I guess he's gonna get one, 'cause he's stupider than he looks if he passes up on you, ya giant boob."

York smiled quietly between them and then hugged them both again tightly despite Andee's protests. His best friend was the object of his greatest desire and had the emotional capacity of a teenager with a hormone imbalance...and two of his other friends were insane adrenaline junkie sex addicts. Yeah, sounded about right.

...He wouldn't change any of it for the world.

Red vs Blue © Rooster Teeth. Halo © 343 Industries. Concept by Myshu, assisted by The Department of Chupapology.