Chapter Two
No Resistance
The two men crashed their lips together just as one of Klaus' heels caught a wrinkle in the rug, sending them both to the floor with Klaus on top. Their tongues went to war while their hands roamed each other's body. Klaus broke the kiss first and went for Francois' nipples, biting and sucking. Klaus clearly had the advantage since he only had to open the housecoat. Francois was having none of this.
Locking his arms around Klaus' waist, Francois flipped him over onto his back. Klaus' sword smacked the floor. Francois pinned Klaus down with the weight of his body. Grinding their cocks together, Francois went for Klaus' neck only to be met with a mouthful of ruffles.
“This shit is in my way,” Francois grumbled and reached under the ruffles to rip the shirt open. Buttons went flying.
Angry, Klaus pushed on Francois' shoulders and flipped him on his back. The sword smacked Francois in the side and Klaus swatted it away. “You asshole, this is an expensive shirt,” Klaus complained, then began stroking Francois' cock.
“I'll buy you another one,” Francois smirked, forcefully rolling Klaus back over. This time the sword landed across Klaus' crotch. Klaus let out a grunt. “Klaus, get rid of this stupid, fucking sword,” Francois yelled while trying to find a way to get Klaus' pants off. “How do these pants come off?” he yelled again.
Klaus unbuckled his sword belt, then wrapped both of his legs around Francois. He pushed all of his weight into Francois and flung him onto his back again. At the same time Klaus flung the sword out into the room. “The buttons,” Klaus yelled back. “Let me undo the buttons.”
“Fuck this shit,” Francois declared. He grabbed Klaus around the middle and roughly threw him onto his stomach. Klaus grunted as he hit the floor, while Francois tore at his pants, sending buttons flying everywhere. He pulled Klaus' pants off and grinned triumphantly.
“You just ruined a specially made pair of pants you bastard,” Klaus complained, then moaned.
“I'll buy you another pair, now shut up,” Francois said as he got up on his knees. He grabbed onto Klaus' hips and pulled the man’s ass up to meet his dick.
All this time Magnus was silently watching the two men rolling around on the floor. It made him think of two wolves fighting for domination. “Yeah,” he said to himself. “Two fucking hot wolves.” This was too good to pass up. He glanced around the bed and found the bottle of thick mineral oil they used for lube. He hopped off the bed with a pleased look on his face he went straight for Klaus. He then started slathering the man's dick with oil before tossing the bottle to Francois.
“Magnus?” Klaus said, his one eye glazed over with lust.
Francois had halted his assault on Klaus' ass long enough to catch the bottle in mid air. “Thank you, Love. You're so thoughtful,” he chuckled, delighted to see Magnus join the party
Klaus was leaning on his arms with his butt up. Magnus scooted over so that he was able to take hold of Klaus’ face with both hands and kiss him hard. “Klaus, raise up,” he whispered in a husky voice. As soon as Klaus raised up to bring his chest off the floor, Magnus turned over and slid underneath Klaus until he felt his ass against Klaus’ dick and felt the mineral oil drip onto his skin. “Give it to me now,” Magnus said eagerly. Using one arm to reach behind himself, while he held himself up with the other arm, Magnus positioned Klaus’ dick between his butt cheeks and wiggled to spread the oily lube around. Klaus penetrated Magnus letting out a deep moan. Magnus hummed in response.
“Oh for shits sake,” Francois snapped, his pores oozing impatience. He smeared some of the oil dripping from his cock all over Klaus’ asshole, then grabbed two handfuls of Klaus' ass and buried himself up to his balls in his ex-boyfriend.
Klaus grunted with the force and lurched forward, causing him to bury deeper into Magnus.
Magnus let out a cry and ended up flat on the floor.
It was all a bit awkward but nobody seemed to care. Francois readjusted Klaus and Klaus readjusted Magnus, wrapping his left arm around Magnus' waist for support. His right hand took hold of Magnus’ dick and started stroking. They all quickly found a rhythm and pumped away at each other amid various moans, groans, and exclamations. Klaus was leaning over biting and licking both of Magnus’ butt cheeks, sending Magnus over the edge crying out Klaus’ name. This turned Klaus on even more and his orgasm came immediately after with a loud, ‘ah, Magnus. Francois didn’t give a shit who he was fucking at the moment. Any port in a storm for him. He pounded away inside of Klaus, his balls smacking Klaus in the ass, until he came. Finally spent and satisfied, they fell back on the floor. Klaus was stretched out on his back. Magnus legs were pointed toward the bed and his head was on Klaus’ chest. Francois lay on his side, his head on Klaus’ legs. They were all covered in sweat, lube and cum, making the room smell like a cheap brothel.
Being close to the bedside table, Magnus raises up and takes the whiskey bottle by the neck. He holds the bottle out in a kind of salute. “I'll drink to that,” he declares and chugs several big swallows then holds the bottle out to Klaus. Klaus grabs the bottle with a smirk and downs his share like it was water, before handing it over to Francois. Giving Klaus a nod, Francois takes the bottle and almost finishes what's left of the whiskey.
“Well, gentlemen, that was fun,” Magnus chuckled with a sly smile. “Shall we go for another round?”
“My, my, aren't you the horny one,” Francois said, moving over to Magnus to caress his thighs. “Let's change it up a bit.”
Klaus furrowed his brows and his chest tightened as he watched Francois move in for a kiss. He had never seen Magnus with another man. It appeared to him that Francois had the upper hand in this game. He looked at Francois then to Magnus. Something out of his control took over and he wrapped his arms around Magnus’ waist. Francois knew that look. It was the same look Klaus gave other men back when he and Klaus were lovers. Francois felt that he had just been issued a challenge. As for Magnus, well...he simply enjoyed how attentive Francois has been to him. But something was missing. Magnus found Klaus’ possessive behavior really hot...and so started round two.
Magnus woke up and found himself sandwiched in between Klaus and Francois. Francois was on his side facing out into the room, one arm hanging off the bed. Klaus was on his back, softly snoring, his arms folded on his chest. Magnus wasn’t quite sure how he felt about this arrangement now. Was Francois still willing to take him to Paris? If so, was Klaus willing to go along, or would he just leave again? Without giving it any more thought, he leaned his head on Klaus’ shoulder. He could not recall how they ended up in the bed. He did remember a second bottle of whiskey appearing from somewhere. By the pounding in his head he was sure they had drained that bottle. After that the rest of the night became a blur. 'How many rounds did they go?' he wondered. Considering how sore his ass felt, he figured it must have been quite a fuck fest. With that, Magnus pulled the blanket over his head and went back to sleep.
It was well past noon when all three men finally came to life and crawled out of bed. Francois found his...now very dirty... robe and put it on, then flopped down on the sofa. Closing his eyes, he let his head rest on the sofas’ cushioned back.
Magnus staggered over to the wardrobe and pulled out another robe and covered himself. He sat in the nearby chair and pulled off what was left of his torn stockings.
“Do you have another one of those robes?” Klaus asked, as he sat up on the edge of the bed. He looked around the room and saw his torn new clothes strewn about.
Magnus sighed. “This is a room for two. But, let me look. I may have something.” Magnus went back to the wardrobe and took out an off white, long-sleeved shirt. It was a pullover style with a deep plunging V neckline. "I think this will work for you," he said, and threw the shirt across the room, then went to sit back in the chair.
Klaus caught the shirt and held it up. Not really his style but it would do for now. He retrieved his travel bag, still by the door where he left it, and took out a clean pair of pants. He really needed a bath. They all did. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled the pants on, then brought the shirt down over his head. He straightened the shirt over his chest, wishing there was a full length mirror in this room.
Everyone was silent.
Magnus threw his hands up and sighed. “Well, now what do we do?”
The three men glanced back and forth at each other. Indeed, what do they do now?
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