Red Alert: Part One by Boltonia

Title: Red Alert
Author: Boltonia
Rating: NC17… usher the kiddies out of the room!
Pairing: m/f/m - no names are specified but I'm sure you'll figure out who they are!
Disclaimer: So, if no names are specified do I really need one of these?

It was one of those stupid moments in your life when you're operating on autopilot; when you should have all radars cranked up to maximun and all sensors on red alert.

I blame it on not having slept for over 48 hours. I just walked right out of the building without even taking a moment to scan the street. I stepped out into the last rays of daylight and there they were.

I heard a voice literally snarl my name and turned to look. The setting sun was directly behind them, blinding me and turning them into black silouettes against the reddening sky. But they were familiar silhouettes and I mentally cursed myself as I bolted the other way and booked it for the corner.

It was, all around, a bad deal. I hadn't taken the time before entering the building to canvas the neighborhood and familiarize myself with all the exits. I made it around the corner and into the alley but it was a dead end. They were hot on my heels. I didn't have a chance to draw my gun before they were all over me. Both had their guns on me as I turned to face them in defeat; him drawing a bead on my left eye and her aiming for the mass of my stomach. I put my hands up before needing to be told. She came forward, putting away her gun.

She approached me under his watchful eye and grabbed my arm. I pulled out of her grasp and faced the wall on my own. I was pissed at myself. I grudgingly spread 'em and let her frisk away the gun under my left arm, the one at the small of my back and the one in my ankle cuff. She also found the knives at my wrist, waist, and other ankle.

She found every single weapon I had on me, even the piano wire threaded through the bottom hem of my jacket. I heard the familiar jingle of handcuffs seconds before one cuff surrounded my right wrist. I obediently put my hands behind my back and let her lock me down. She pulled me around by one arm. He came forward finally, putting away his gun to take my other arm. They escorted me out into the street and put me in the back of their car.

They both got in front. She turned in her seat to stare at me intently. He used the rear view mirror. I stared at the back of his seat.

After more seconds than had to be normal I glanced up. He was now watching her while she continued to stare at me. Her glare had changed to speculation as her eyes roamed my face and took a trip down my body. I fought the urge to squirm like a lab rat. He said her name. Her eyes darted to him and then back to me. She bit her lip.

I started to sweat. I'd come in in the middle of some previous conversation and I desperately needed to know the details. What the hell were they considering?

She answered by reaching across the console. He took her hand and laced their fingers together, still watching her watching me. His thumb danced across the back of her hand in an intimate caress. A smile spread over her face. I gawked.

"You're right," he smirked, "who'd believe him?" She released his hand as he turned to start the car. "Your place or mine?" He quipped.

"My place it is," he agreed. She finally took her lasar beams off me and faced forward.

I sweated and desperately planned through the streets of DC, but I was distracted. King size? Bed? I know he'd do anything for her, but would he stand back and let her ruin his bed with my 7 pints of blood while she gutted and quartered me? Yeah, yeah I think he would.

We pulled up outside his apartment building. I prayed for a chance to break away in the dark but they were too diligent. They ushered me in like the secret service flanking the president. Even the elevator was against me, waiting patiently on the first floor for us.

Upstairs they hustled me into his apartment and right through to the bedroom. He pushed me over to the side of the bed and went past me to the window. He cranked the blinds shut while she closed the door and switched on a bedside lamp.

He moved back around the bottom of the bed, shedding his trench coat, draping it over the back of a chair in the corner and then covered it in his suit coat. I follow his movements around the room. He helped her off with her own trench coat and then her suit coat. Then he stopped behind her and placed both hands on her shoulders. They stared at me.

After a few long moments he gave her a little push toward me. I tensed, waiting for the blows to fall. She gave me a once-over from my face down to my feet and back up again. Her hand came up and I flinched just as she laid her palm lightly against my cheek. I pulled away but the backs of my legs bumped the bed. I wobbled, fighting for balance with my arms still cuffed behind me.

She steadied me with one hand on my arm. "He really is beautiful, isn't he?" she asked him. I goggled at her. He looped an arm around her waist.

"Well, I don't know if he's really my type," he grinned, "but I can see why you'd want him." He pulled her snuggly against him and ground himself against her ass.

My jaw dropped. I probably gasped. Her face broke into a smile. He brushed her hair aside and she tipped her head to give him room at her neck. As he worked on her earlobe she touched me again, both hands on my face then down my front. She groped down my chest to lay her palms flat against my stomach. My muscled jittered under her touch. I was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, I wasn't going to end up butchered in this room.

Her hands roamed inside my jacket exploring my front and around my sides. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me in against her stomach. His arm was still wrapped around her waist. My hard cock ground into his arm. His head shot up and he pinned me with his eyes. I smirked at him and pressed into his arm again. He did the last thing I expected - he palmed me.

The look on my face must have been priceless judging from the wicked smile he graced me with. He squeezed my balls with just the right amount of pressure. My head lolled. When her arms snaked up around my neck I let her pull me down so she could reach my mouth.

It had been too long since someone had kissed me. Rented lovers don't kiss and there's been no one else for longer than I cared to think about. Her hands in my hair, pulling me closer to her mouth as she thrust her tongue between my teeth, and his hand groping me through my jeans threw off my sense of balance.

I staggered against them, unbalanced in the handcuffs. I tore my mouth from hers and growled, "Unlock me before I fall on both of you." He looked up sharply and glared at me over her head. I flashed him my least sincere smile and promised, "I'll behave."

I didn't think he was going to do it. After long seconds of him glaring in the face of my smirk, he dug his keys out of a pocket. She'd become silent and still during our stare-down, pressed between us with the two of us towering over her head. As he moved away from behind her, she stepped away and began stripping her hose down her legs. Behind me I felt him fumble with the handcuffs. My arms fell free and I felt the tingle of numbed nerves start down from my shoulders.

Before I had a chance to shake the tingles out of my arms, he grabbed a fist full of the back of my jacket and snarled, "Let me take that for you." He stripped it inside out down my arms and tossed it to join their coats on the chair. "Now, where were we?" he quipped and pulled her hips back into his groin again.

Her face slackened with arousal. Her fists gathered in my shirt and she hung on while he began dragging her skirt up over her hips. I pulled her in for another searing kiss but she broke away after only a few seconds. I looked down her back to see he'd gotten her skirt bunched up around her waist. He'd knelt behind her and was biting at her ass. She groaned and began tearing at my clothes.

She attacked my fly with one hand and my shirt with the other. After a second my jeans proved too complicated for her. She gave up on multi-tasking. With violent tugs she ripped my shirt tails free of my waistband and drug the shirt up my chest. Her mouth followed until she found one of my nipples and latched on.

I decided it was time to help her out. I yanked my shirt off over my head and tossed it away. Her mouth on my nipple was doing incredible things to my dick. I forced myself to push her away so I could concentrate on coordinating enough motor functions to work on her clothes.

Her hot little hands were still on me, stroking down my ribs, thumbs caressing each muscle that wrapped around my sides. I knew I was heavier than he was - thicker, more muscled - and I preened a little. I pulled one of her hands off my skin and worked on the tiny button at her wrist. As soon as I let go, the hand was back on my skin, roaming down my stomach towards my navel.

I worked on her other cuff and noticed I wasn't the only one intent on stripping her. He'd gotten the button and zipper open at the back of her skirt and was dragging it down over her hips. She gave a helpful little wiggle that must have looked incredible from behind. The skirt fell and his hands moved around to start on the bottom button of her blouse. I took the top and worked down. When our hands met in the middle he pulled away to let me undo the last one. His hands slid over her shoulders and brushed the blouse to the floor.

I just stared. It had been so long since I'd reached this point with a woman where she was as close to naked as she could get. They say the brain is the most important sexual organ and mine was humming and buzzing in my skull and sending out so many commands I couldn't figure out which one to follow first. So, I just stared.

I remember thinking, 'God bless whoever invented matching underwear.' An image from earlier - his mouth on her bare ass - rocketed through my brain and I realized, dear God, she was wearing a thong. I raised a shaking hand to wipe my mouth.

He was really enjoying this. He smirked at me over her head. His hands on her upper arms gave him a proprietary air. He was proud of her and he was showing her off to me.

He was still fully dressed; his tie wasn't even loosened. Cautiously I reached out to her shoulders and turned her to face him. I wanted to watch her undress him. I also wanted to check out my thong theory. Ooooohhh yeaahhh. My cock knocked at the zipper of my jeans. I wanted to let it out and relieve the pressure, but I wanted her to do it more.

She'd already stripped off his tie, her movements sure and practiced. He gazed down at her with a warm smile while she worked on the buttons of his shirt. I stepped closer behind her. I wanted to touch her, to feel her shifting shoulder blades under her skin, to press my cock into her ass like he had done.

I clenched my fists, breathing heavily, concentrating on calming myself down. His shirt was gone and he drug his own t-shirt off. She latched onto his right nipple and worked on his belt. His head fell back and he hissed. He grabbed her head and moved her to his left nipple. After a moment he moved her back again.

She'd gotten his pants open and had her hands inside gripping his ass. I walked around them, taking in the sight from all angles. Her hands kneading his ass finally worked his pants off his hips and they succumbed to gravity. He shifted his feet, kicking off his shoes and kicking his pants away. I now wore more clothes than the 2 of them put together. I stopped beside them and smoothed a hand down her arm, feeling the play of muscles as she worked his ass. Hey, remember me?

She released his nipple and pivoted on her nose until she could see me with one eye. I trailed my hand back up her arm and toyed with the little strap on her shoulder. The side of her mouth quirked up. She started a slow, sensuous roll in his arms until her body arched out from his, her breasts thrust high. I had to touch her, right where the lace of her bra met the silk of her skin. I traced the line with my finger, then cupped both breasts, squeezing and molding until I'd given her more cleavage than her Wonder Bra. Her eyes gleamed at me from under heavy lids. His eyes were wide open.

I planted a hand between her shoulder blades and pulled her upright on her feet. He seemed to be reading my mind now. He flicked open the clasp in back and I pulled the bra down and off her arms. Teamwork, yeah! I dove in to take one nipple in my mouth and his hand came around to work the other. Within seconds we had her twisting and moaning between us. Our hands met at her hips and together we worked the skimpy material down. With another hip wiggle that was as fascinating to feel as it had been to watch, they fell.

Hands began working on my jeans and I don't think they were hers. No, hers were gripping my hair, urging me to switch nipples. He got my fly open and pushed my jeans down to below my hips before he couldn't reach any more. Her hands in my hair were pulling me away from her. No, I'm not done yet.

I pulled back with a small sucking pop that made her groan. She writhed between us, back into his crotch, forward into mine. Can you say undulate? Yeah, I knew you could.

I was just getting into the rhythm of it when she dropped to her knees and started working on my shoes. Unlike his, I couldn't just kick off the boots I was wearing. I gazed down at the top of her head, feeling stupid and slow as my civilized surface receded and the inner caveman stepped forward. Ugh, woman on knees, good, ugh. She helped me out of my shoes and pulled my jeans all the way down. I kicked them aside to join the strewn clothes surrounding us. She sat back on her heels and looked up at us, tipping her head far back to see me and farther to see him. My caveman wasn't sure where to go from here.

He and I looked at each other and decided she must mean for us to finish the job ourselves. His thumbs hooked in his boxer briefs and I mirrored him with my own briefs. Watching each other, we removed the last piece of clothing we each wore and checked each other out.

He was bigger than me - only just a little longer but thicker. The weight of his blood pulled his straight cock down below the horizontal. Mine has a little bit of an upward curve and likes to hug my belly when it's as hard as it was at that moment.

"Mmmmm," she hummed below us and took my hips in her hands. "Pretty cock," she crooned, "pretty, pretty, pretty…" My dick drooled happily at her.

"Hey," he laughed lowly, "you're going to give me a complex." He stepped up closer behind her and his cock threaded through her hair and slid along her jaw.

She leaned into his caressing cock and gave it a kiss on the side. "I think your cock already knows I'm its biggest fan," she smirked. He gave her a wicked grin and flexed the muscles that make your dick jump. He tapped her under the chin and she giggled in response. I envied him a little. My dick was snugged up to my belly so tight I could have twitched it too but it wouldn't have moved much.

"Bed?" he suggested. She pulled herself up by my hips, giving my dick a swipe with her tongue along the way. I gasped, bucking into the unexpected touch, but she was already beyond my reach. She pulled all the bed covers down and bared the sheet. She crawled across the bed to finish pushing all the covers off and gave us a view that literally made my knees wobble. He laughed at me and shoved me after her. She'd settled herself on her knees in the middle and was making grasping 'come here' motions with her hands.

He and I followed her and let her position us beside each other in front of her. What followed was an extended exploration on her part. With one hand on me and one hand on him she stroked, caressed , and tickled her way down our bodies. She caressed our faces, compared our lips, tasted his chin then tasted my neck. She tweaked my right nipple at the same time she tweaked his left and smiled as we both reacted. She petted the hair on his chest and drug her fingers down my smooth skin.

She reached my cock and wrapped her hand around me in a tight grip. I hissed and gripped her wrist. As she relaxed her gripped on me I relaxed mine on her. My eyes rolled back around to the front of my head in time for me to see her reach, palm up, for him. Just before she touched him he made his dick jump again. She gasped as it bobbed in the air then landed in her palm with a little slap.

"I know," he admitted and lunged forward. He tumbled her to her back and followed her down. He shifted to one side and latched onto a nipple. I gravitated toward them and settled in on her other side. I watched him work on her nipple glancing up to her face to catch her reactions. Her head was twisted to one side and her eyes were clenched tight. She was moaning almost continually and her fingers in his hair were a tight fist.

I knew this wasn't a contest but I couldn't just sit back and let him get all the points for good behavior. I lowered my head and took a swipe at her spare nipple with my tongue. I let my hand drift down her body and smoothed the curls between her legs. I found her division and delved into liquid satin. I slid one finger easily into her and added a second on the next stroke.

She was twisting under us and trying to open her legs for me. His body on one side and mine on the other were giving her little room to maneauver. I brought my hand up to take a taste but he snatched my hand away from my face and sucked my fingers into his own mouth. He sucked hard, dragging his tongue over my skin and swiping away all her flavor - damn thief. Well, fuck you then, I'll get mine from the source.

I slide down her body, dragging my cock along the length of her leg. Free of my confining presence she was able to shift and let her legs loll wide. I hovered, just breathing in the scent of her. She reached down and grabbed a hand full of my hair and tried to pull me closer. Yeah, pull my hair again, pull harder, make me really feel it so I know this is real and not just a dream. Above me I could see him latch on to the nipple I'd abandoned.

I finally let her drag my head down and scooped up a taste of her on the cup of my tongue. She sizzled on my taste buds and went straight to my brain like the best woodsy Scotch. I stayed there and drank from her and wrapped my lips around her little swollen nub and sucked.

Her fingers in my hair loosened now that I was doing what she wanted. Then a second hand, a bigger hand, joined hers and sifted through my hair, cupping my skull. He shifted down the bed to watch me devour her. He rested his cheek on her hip bone and his hot breath bathed my ear. I pulled away from her, eyeing him warily.

She was all over my face. He swooped in and licked at me. I stopped breathing and we watched each other as he washed my chin and lapped at my lips. Deep inside me something secret growled.

I parted my lips for him. I would have let him kiss me, ravish me if he wanted. There'd always been something about him that pulled at me. He's the only man I've ever found myself truely attracted to.

He slid back up her body to kiss her instead, to give her the taste of herself from his tongue. I hoped she could taste a little bit of me too.