Trey opened Dean’s pants and slid them down. Dean removed Trey’s shirt, the desire now burning inside him as he kicked his own clothes off. Trey had him get on his knees, and Dean took the zipper in his mouth. Blaine watched as he unzipped him, his cock unhappy at the thought he wouldn’t have Trey first.

He suddenly realized he was afraid he would lose Trey to them, that the sin and desire he held for Trey wouldn’t be enough and Blaine would be the one to be abandoned. His sudden hesitation, caught Trey’s notice.

In one swift movement, Trey had Dean over Blaine and pressed against the couch. The closeness of their bodies made his cock grow, pushing itself into Dean’s cock. The rubbing made him rock, seeking skin as Trey played with his hole to open him up.

Unable to resist, Dean reached for his pants and unzipped him. His large member popped out with a spring and he brought it against his own. As Trey played and toyed with his hole, Dean jerked them off together until he couldn’t hold himself upright anymore.

Trey grabbed ahold of his chest, holding him up with one arm as Blaine reached out and placed his hand on Dean’s. The act caused his moan’s to get louder as he helped him get them off. His shuttering and release didn’t satisfy Blaine, his own deep breathing needing its own release.

Trey suddenly pushed him forward and down, catching Blaine completely by surprise. Dean shuttered as his hole, now loose, was against the tip of Blaine’s cock.

“Do it.” Trey’s hard voice made him shake, the fear rising. “Do it, while I watch.”

He didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t sure what to do. He thought Trey was going to fuck him again, why was he insisting he do it this time? Did he make a mistake? His mind started to scatter, trying to find a reason for what was about to happen, and a reason to stop it.

That was before Dean dropped himself onto him, and he let out a struggled moan. He closed his eyes in shame, trying not to accept the feelings that were fluttering inside him at the moment. Dean let out a moan of relief, like he had just soothed a burn with burn cream.

Then he moved, thrusting himself onto and off of Blaine. Blaine couldn’t think as he leaned his head back. He tried not to let the feeling overtake him, but failed as soon as he hit Dean’s sensitive spot. When he did, he felt Dean tighten around him and wanted to go crazy.

All the while, Trey watched them, sipping at the glass of alcohol left alone. Trey didn’t like to share, but he was surprised by how much this interaction was turning him on. Was it because he had already fucked Dean before? Was that why Trey wanted to watch now, because Blaine had given him permission to act out once before?

Blaine couldn’t hold back anymore as Dean’s uncontrollable hole was sucking him in deeper and tighter. He grabbed at his hips and thrust upwards earning a thrilling scream of ecstasy as he clamped a hand over his cock and held it, the semen spilling onto his hand.

Then, Blaine moved his hand back and kept thrusting. He felt the hot, slick, tightness of his hole accept him with ease as his mind blurred out and he plunged into him. Even as he flipped him onto the couch and continued to take him, Blaine couldn’t get off. Something was missing.

His eyes darted to Trey, who was just watching with a blank look and sipping his drink. Before he understood his feelings or his words, he let them out by calling his name. Trey’s eyes lit up, his face relaxing at the sound of his name.

“What is it dove?” he asked.

“Please, I can’t do this without you.”

The plea in his voice, the desperation, made Trey loose his composure immediately and come to his side. He felt Trey’s lips against his neck and lightly moaned at the sensation. His cock was rock hard by now, Dean’s whole body was hot with desire as he thrust in and out while Trey fingered him.

Trey began to open him up, the sensations causing Blaine to get off almost immediately. He tried to hold it in, until he felt Trey push inside him and let out a sound of instant pleasure, coming inside Dean’s ass. Shit, he just leaked inside his brother.

When he looked to Dean to apologize, he was met with a lust filled face. It was then that he had to accept Dean’s truth, he wanted to be like this and that wasn’t going to change. As Trey fucked him, his ass pushing and pulling with him, his cock grew hard once more as it stroked inside Dean.

“Did you like that?” Trey whispered in his ear, nibbling at it playfully.

He couldn’t move his arms, still trying to hold himself as Trey pressed in so deep his balls rubbed against him. He twitched and his whole body shook in response.

“It seems you like it better this way, why is that? Do you like me helping you get off? Or perhaps you just like the idea of having your cock stuffed somewhere wet and hot while I take you?”

He felt his whole body convulse and his arms give away. Before he could land on Dean, Trey had wrapped his own arm around him and held him firm. He bit down on his neck, sucking gently as he continued to thrust.

His erection didn’t fade, continuously fueled by the tightness of Dean’s inner muscles and his lust filled face as he jerked himself off while watching Trey take him. It was beyond erotic and shameful, so why did it feel so good?

Even as they both climaxed and released, he felt a thrill he hadn’t before. Perhaps that was his true sin, that he was addicted to the sensation of pleasure at climax. Even as they all showered together, he felt a new heat burning inside himself. He was suddenly greedy, when he should know by now he had lost his chance to stop.

He lay in bed later, after a few more rounds of sex, staring out his window. Why did he do that? What was wrong with him? He knew there was a lot wrong with him, but was having a serious mental meltdown.

He could only stare at Dean’s figure in front of him and sigh, exhaustion overwhelming him. Then he felt the soft touch of Trey’s hands on his waist and instantly relaxed.

“What is it dove?” That was the question, wasn’t it? What was wrong? Everything, that was what was wrong.

It was then Blaine realized something he hadn’t before, his heart was already in the hands of his assassin. His minx had somehow weaved his way into his heart, even when Dean captivated his attention, Blaine would reach for Trey.

Blaine rolled over and smothered his face into Trey’s chest, the act catching Trey completely by surprise. After a few moments, he wrapped his arms around him in a tight hold. Blaine finally closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, and drifted off to sleep. The nervousness wasn’t going away.

***

Trey hadn’t anticipated Blaine’s silence for so long. After the trip, things changed in the sense that he felt a tension he hadn’t before. It caused him to become deeply agitated, accepting more and more contracts to wither out this new feeling of discomfort.

As he plunged a knife into someone’s knee cap and withdrew it, he thought about how he was going to start up a conversation over the screams. Should he just reach out first?

“You’re playing again,” Trevor criticized. Trey turned his attention to his fellow brother and blinked.

Trey knew Trevor had always been a ladies man, surely he had at least a couple relationships? He wasn’t sure what kind of information he needed, but hopefully he had some kind of advice. He was his senior.

“Hey Trevor, you got a partner or whatever?” he asked. He stopped instantly, almost choking on his current puff of a cigarette.

“What? You mean a girlfriend? No man, in this line of work that’s nearly impossible. I’ve had a couple but nothing panned out and most of my affections are hook ups. Why?”

“Mine is moody, I don’t know if I should let him steam it off or reach out.” His eyes shot up.

“You? A girlfriend? Wait, did you say it was a guy? That’s hilarious, they must be one fucked up person to go out with you. Do they know you kill people as a sacred vow? Never mind the money.” Trey glared at him, but he knew his rising anger wouldn’t scare Trevor. Trevor was one of the few of their brotherhood who wasn’t afraid to pick a fight with him and loose.

“Look, it depends on what kind of guy he is. What’s he like?” Trey thought about it for a moment, realizing he only knew the basics about Blaine.

“He’s almost like a partially developed child inside the body of an adult male sometimes. Other times he shows a maturity like Godfather. Just when I think I’ve figure him out, he proves me wrong.”

“What? That is ridiculous, does he throw tantrums like a child too?” Trey nodded, remembering the fiasco that got them together. Still, he looked into it and realized that Blaine didn’t usually make those kind of reactions.

“Yeah, and their excessive ones. He put hits out on almost 300 people just to get my attention.”

“Damn dude, is it regular?”

“No, I looked into his behavior.”

“Then I suppose that should give you some comfort then. He only acts that way with you.” A warmth flooded his chest at the thought. “Still, you said he was moody, not lashing out?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what to make of it.”

“Well, what changed?”

There was only one thing that changed, Dean had become involved with them. Just thinking about sharing his man made a seething rage creep up. He struck the knife into another part of the leg again, ignoring the muffled scream and turning it.

“I’m taking it that someone has moved in on your guy?”

Yeah, with his help. He was an idiot to do it, but his reaction was triggering. He liked it. Blaine wanted Dean just as much as Dean wanted him, but was refraining from it.

In his anger, after seeing them together alone like that, he had suggested it. However, his dove let him get away with his tantrum and punished him for it by doing what he asked. Even as he sulked, watching them fuck, he couldn’t say or do anything because he had initiated it.

Still, Blaine called out to him. He reached for him and was desperate, which made him hate himself for acting out in such a stupid way in the first place. Even as they lay in bed, Dean sleeping on the other side of Blaine, he couldn’t stop his jealousy. It was only when Blaine rolled over and snuggled into his chest unexpectedly, that he felt himself cave.

“Just a minor problem.”

“Can’t you just kill him?” Trevor scoffed.

“No.”

“Based on your moping tone, I assume he’s close to the man-child?”

“His brother.” He heard Trevor cough hysterically and glared at him again.

“Wait, his brother wants to fuck him?”

Trey hit himself mentally, he shouldn’t have said anything. Still, Trevor wasn’t the type to spread rumors, so it should be okay. Trevor gave him a considerate look.

“Look, I don’t know what sort of messed up situation you got yourself into, but you need to reevaluate your position.”

“What do you mean?”

“It seems like your trying to make him see you as the upper dog, when really, he’s letting you do it.” Trey suddenly thought about all his actions and realized he was right, shit.

“So, if he hasn’t thrown a fit like he usually does and has gone silent and brooding, that’s dangerous for you. That means you fucked up somewhere and he’s doing one of three things.”

“What?”“Trying to figure out how to alleviate the problem, planning on getting rid of you to dissolve the problem, or waiting for you to step up and do something about it.”

“The problem is I don’t know what the problem is.”

“Well, you said this started when his brother came into the picture. So start with that. Now, can we finish this job? We’ve been here forever.”

“It’s been 20 minutes.”

“That’s 15 more than I like.”

“Fine.” Trey lifted his knife and stabbed it into the guy’s skull, pulling it out and slitting his throat.

***