Surrounded Written: May 14, 2003 A set of three drabbles, 3 x 100 words. My first attempt at OT3. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elijah is surrounded. Left: Billy’s mouth, hard and hungry on the flittering pulse in his throat, swallowing his heartbeat. Right: Dom’s tongue coarse and wet on his ribcage, marking out their territory. Dividing the spoils. Pale limbs stretched to the limit, body pulled taut and twisting on dark silk. Wrists flex and pull, fingers scrabbling at the hand that pinions them overhead. Writhing, face pressed into the hollow of his armpit, helpless in the face of the double advance, he can only arch and collapse and open his borders to invasion. Overwhelmed. Divided. Conquered. Shattering in surrender, he moans. "Yours..." ~~~~~~~~~~ Dom is surrounded. Below: Elijah’s legs jerking beneath his outstretched knee. Above: Billy’s hand wound tight in his hair, twisting and digging nails into the straining cords of his neck. Cock pressed into the soft heat of Elijah’s thigh, every tremor makes him hiss. His hand slithers up the length of Elijah’s form, and slips between soft sliding skin to close around Billy’s cock at the same moment his teeth take hold of Elijah’s nipple. He soaks up the fractured moan and channels it into Billy. The conduit of Elijah’s disintegration. His eyes meet Billy’s in a hungry offer. "Ours..." ~~~~~~~~~~~ Billy is surrounded. Elijah raw beneath him, opening and unraveling in fragmented syllables. Dom lithe and moving beside him, his growls harmonizing with Elijah’s whimpers. Billy tightens his grip on both, pushing forward to crush Dom’s mouth, colliding beneath Elijah’s bared throat. Dom’s hand slow around him, and when their eyes meet Billy can see Dom’s offer to splinter Elijah between them. When Elijah moans and it flows through Dom’s fingers, the gray shiver in his eyes assures Billy that tonight, there will be two surrenders. And one conqueror. His body surges forward as his shadow covers them both. "Mine..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ home