WARNING: 

EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, INCLUDING TWINCEST.

Morally dubious situation. Read at your own risk.

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“Are you sure we should be using Trace’s camera’s for this?” Third asked, hand hovering over the equipment. “Aren’t you afraid he’ll see it?”

Tic shrugged as he leaned against Third’s back like a blanket. “We don’t much mind if he does.”

“We’re pretty enough he might even like it,” Toc added, hefting himself up on the table and swinging his legs.

Tic grinned. “I like the idea of him liking it.” The squirming weight behind Third was explained by the rustle of fabric that meant Tic’s pants were now on the ground.

Third shrugged the older wolf off his shoulders. “It’s too hot for that.”

Tic laughed. “It’s going to get hotter, Blackie.”

“Blackie?” Third asked. He felt the muscles in his jaw spasm as he bit back his first reaction. Prime would be asking to join in, to play, and Third didn’t have any experience with it. Only Prime did things like this. But the two wolves hadn’t left him alone so they could switch and now here he was.

“Black Fox seems a bit impersonal, don’t you think?” Toc said as he started undoing his shirt. “I think if you’re going to see us play-”

“-we should be able to call you something less formal,” Tic whispered, close, then chuckled as he darted away with Third’s sash. “I like this!” He rubbed his face on the material, which was a light and soft strip of the cooling cloth he’d found a market seller trading. He’d gotten one for Prime and Second as well. It worked well as a belt or temporary face mask.

Third sighed. The sash helped a little in dealing with the heat, and now the twins were marking it. He’d never get away from the smell of them. “I found it down at Desert Dunes; you could get one for yourself.”

“Oooh, they had embroidered face veils,” Toc said. He hopped off the table with a wagging tail. “Fancy things made from spare cooling sheet material. Head cloths, too.” He was immediately at the sash and rubbing his face on it as well. “So plain! You should have gotten one of their custom ones.”

Third’s eyebrow twitched behind the mask. He couldn’t explain to a vendor buying three identical custom pieces. Only someone really terrible went through them that quickly. “Plain was cheaper,” he said instead. “Are you done molesting my belt? I thought the whole point was to get some good shots of you molesting each other.” And then they started kissing each other through the material, tongues darting out and clearly wetting the black fabric as they tried to reach each other through the barrier. Third scowled, grumbled, and grabbed a camera. He wasn’t going to film this and make obvious he was here when they addressed him. It was better not to have that evidence. Just like it was better to ignore the stirring in his groin that wondered what it would be like if that was him and not his sash.

He took a low angle and managed to get a shot with Toc lifting on his toes as Tic slipped a hand across the sensitive area of Toc’s lower back. Toc’s tail lifted and canted to the side, their free hands interlaced with the sash between them, Tic’s bulge evident behind his pants and one pert nipple visible from his open shirt. Toc’s legs spread wider and he pushed back against the light touch to turn the tease into a caress, bending backwards as Tic pressed forward with an insistent nuzzling to a sash-covered neck that was going to leave a mark. Third kept snapping photos, his eyes glued to the digital screen, hardly realizing how focused he was on the intimate touches. Those tanned hands wrapped around black fabric, framed against two bare shoulders. A tail and back with a teasing hand stretching towards fur. One touch leading to the next, leading to the next, leading to photos almost entirely composed of sweet moments.

Wasn’t he supposed to be getting the sweaty, graphic images? Did it even count as porn if he had yet to get a shot with a cock in it?

A breathy moan drew him back up to their faces, where Tic’s hand was in Toc’s hair and gripping hard. The teasing words had stopped, replaced with quick pants and blushes that had nothing to do with midday sun.

Toc’s shirt fell to the floor, his pants following not long after, and Tic wrenched his own shirt the rest of the way off. The long strip of black cloth stayed between them, looping over Toc’s neck now and twisting around Tic’s torso with the ends just barely moving with each indrawn breath. Third scrambled backwards to get the almost mirrored view, uncertain how long they would stay like that-

But then they turned twin smirks on him and he realized they were posing. Right. These were intimate pictures for someone they cared about, and his own position between them was just an illusion. That was his sash they were playing with, not him. His nerves settled a bit and he felt the edge of his lust die down with the reminder. He was just the observer.

They pressed closer together, mouths joining again as Tic reached back with slick hands to prepare himself. Third didn’t guess where the lube came from; they were ninja, same as he was, and those skills were as easy as breathing. Instead he repositioned himself to get the view the twins wanted to share. He tried to distance himself, to not pay attention to what he saw. It was just like any other stake out. But as they continued Third couldn’t help realizing this wasn’t round one. They’d taken the edge off so they could pose and make it last.

Because they wanted to impress someone.

With porn? Was this really what wolves found impressive?

Toc tumbled his twin onto the bed and Third got the image of Tic’s pinned tail twining with Toc’s. Third felt his body clench in a shock of pleasure when he realized his own sash was in Tic’s hands, wet with something and rubbing Toc with cool, sensual strokes in the most intimate places.

It was way too hot in the room. Desert heat made the mask uncomfortable, and Third wanted to shed his own shirt and crawl onto one of the cots in the medical suite. That safe haven he’d found of cool sheets and a soft voice where he could hide away and find his own kind of pleasure. He might not be able to do what the twins were doing, but safety was its own kind of pleasure. Right?

“Blackie?”

The twins were still on the bed, panting and intimate and sweaty, and they were looking at him with concern. Right. He had a job to do, and it didn’t include burning with heat and desire. He edged closer with the camera, not saying a word about his momentary stall, and snapped a photo as they continued.

They’d noticed, though, and now even as they touched each other they were focused on him. They had turned so Tic’s back was to Toc’s chest, and Third did his best to keep his hands steady as he clicked images for someone else. They no longer had eyes for each other; instead both gazes were focused on Third with an intensity both heated and distracting. It was hard to remember that gaze was for the person on the other side of the camera - and that wasn’t him. He was just a placeholder. As much a part of the scene as the click of the shutter or the angle of the sunlight.

Third distanced himself through the rest of the performance as best he could, even more grateful he hadn’t chosen the video camera. Too often his hands spasmed to take an unintended picture as the sight before him seemed to call him to join in. Too often he made a poor transition from one angle to the next, his body forgetting the scene wasn’t for him and making an abortive plea to touch. He kept his mouth shut and locked his muscles down as much as he could. He sent a silent prayer to every God he knew that they wouldn’t notice.

The twins were already finished when Third noticed Tic’s nose twitching. Third had meant only to take some photos of them locked together post-intimacy, a sweet sort of cuddling that made Third’s chest hurt, but he’d gotten close enough that both twins noticed the state of him. His lust hadn’t calmed, and even if it had the scent lingered.

Toc didn’t let him back away. One hand was curled in Third’s shirt, holding him there, almost before Third realized he was moving. “We can help with that,” he whispered, nuzzling Tic’s ear as he did.

“We don’t mind,” Tic added, arms reaching out for the fox. “It’s okay.”

But Third backed away and shook his head, breaking the wolf’s hold. “Don’t be silly. You two are worn out. Plus I’m pretty sure your mom’s going to notice you weren’t alone if we do anything. Even if it’s just cuddling.” That killed enough desire as he remembered where they were headed tomorrow, and he had no wish to be questioned by a momma wolf. He set the camera down on the table next to the video camera and the other equipment. He’d only used the digital camera, but it should be enough. “I should go. Good luck with your ‘special friend’.”

It might have been a touch cowardly, but ninjas weren’t brave knights. He felt no shame in fleeing.