Title:  Red Alert part 3

Author:  Boltonia

E-Mail:  boltonia@ndsupernet.com

Rating:  Still NC-17 all the way, Baby!

Grouping:  m/f/m

Disclaimer:  Ummm, well, there's one name mentioned here, 
but geez, it could be anybody!  :)

Author's Note:  I was having a really crappy day at work 
today and not feeling well.  So I decided to take off early 
and came home.  In an attempt to make myself feel better I 
decided to work on part 3 of Red Alert and I've finally 
finished!

I'm mortified that it's been over 2 years since I posted 
parts 1 and 2!  How time flies!  I stalled out half-way 
through part 3 because things started going in an 
unexpected direction and I wasn't sure that's really where 
I wanted this smut biscuit going!  Here it is, two years 
later and I have to admit defeat - it's staying as 
originally written.

Once again, this has to be an apology fic: I apologize for 
how frickin' long it took me to finish this!

Previously on Red Alert: A certain male/female pair working 
in the field of law enforcement catch themselves a certain 
sex toy working in the field of...  anti-law enforcement?  
All body parts received a good workout and orgasms were had 
by all!  In this installment, angst happens.  Then things 
deteriorate (or escalate, depending on your point of view) 
back into another sex romp.

Warning:  Possible squick ahead.  Who knows - your mileage 
may vary.

Warning 2: As with the first two parts, this is posted un-
beta'd.  Any errors completely my fault.

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I don't know how I slept through her leaving the bed but 
her crawling back between us woke me up.  I'll admit she 
startled me and for a few seconds I didn't know where I was 
or why I was naked.  Her hand on my arm and her soft "Shhh" 
aborted my reflex to roll out of the bed and come up 
fighting.

I settled back onto one elbow and realized it was nearly 
morning.  The little light filtering through the slats of 
the blinds had that grey pre-dawn quality.  I scrubbed a 
hand over my face, mentally cursing myself for falling into 
such a deep sleep that I'd ruined my chance to slip away 
while they slept.

She placed one hand on the side of my neck and drew my 
attention back to her.  I stared down into her wide blue 
eyes as her thumb whisked along my jaw.  She pulled at me 
until I gave in and stretched out again beside her.  We lay 
facing each, her eyes boring into me, until she whispered, 
"Why did you do it?"

I was silent for a long time.  Finally I whispered back, 
"Which 'it'?"

She grimaced at that.  It was true, I'd done a lot of 
things that had hurt both of them and I wasn't proud of any 
of them.

"Why did you help them take me?"

I sighed and pulled her hand away from my face.  
Surprisingly she didn't let go but gripped my fingers 
fiercely.  "I didn't have a choice," I finally answered.  
"By the time I figured out what was really going on I was 
owned."

"Were you the one who told Barry where to find me?"

"No!"  I barked, unintentionally pulling at her arm in my 
agitation.  "I didn't have anything to do with that!"

"Shhh!"  she hushed me again.  He still slept at her back, 
breathing deeply into her hair.

I turned my face into the pillow for several long moments.  
"I started out just reporting on how close you two still 
were, how he still went to you for help, information....  
After you were taken I had strict orders to keep him from 
getting to you in time.  I think they would have taken him 
too, I don't know."  I finally turned my face back to hers.  
Her eyes were tightly closed.  I couldn't tell if she was 
angry or not.

We shared another extended time of silence.  Eventually she 
opened her eyes again and they burned me.  "When you ran he 
naturally thought you were more deeply involved than that," 
she told me.

"No," I shook my head.  "He asked to borrow my car and I 
realized he'd find some cigarette butts in the ashtray that 
my 'owner' left.  He knew I didn't smoke.  God!"  I chuffed 
in black amusement, "I realized at that point that I was 
their patsy."

He snuffled at her neck and drew our attention away from 
each other for a moment.  "I suppose I should have come 
clean to him," I gestured with my chin to our third bed 
partner.  "I probably could have trusted him but he just...  
lost it after you disappeared.  I didn't think he was 
stable enough to help himself let alone me."

She pulled her fingers from my hand and trailed them up my 
arm.  Shivers ran down my back.  "We shut you out pretty 
hard, didn't we?"  she asked.  I shrugged noncommittally.  
"I was so jealous of you," she breathed.

I stared at her in shock.  After a moment she continued, "I 
missed him so much.  Seeing him only once in a while, 
talking on the phone only every few days...  I was in 
agony!  When you two came to Quantico that day I panicked.  
I didn't want him to have another partner!  I deliberately 
snubbed you."  Her fingers clenched at my shoulder and she 
pressed her forehead against mine.  I think I stopped 
breathing.  "I can't help thinking if I hadn't done that, 
if I'd been kind instead, would it have made a difference?"

I was shaking my head, upset that she would take all that 
blame on herself.  "No!"  I insisted, "Don't think that!"  
She started crying and I pulled her to me.

"I'm sorry," she gasped and I kissed her to shut her up.  
She kept trying to say 'I'm sorry' while I kept trying to 
say 'no'.

We made such a ruckus, clutching at each other, bawling and 
kissing, that we woke him up.  In spite of the clinch we 
were in he knew she was crying.  I have to give him credit; 
he could have taken offense at the state I'd put her in, 
but I guess my own condition made him vote in my favor.  He 
soothed and patted us and coaxed her out of my arms and 
into his.

'What?' he mouthed at me over her head.  I just rolled onto 
my back and dug the heels of my hands into my eyes.  I 
couldn't remember the last time I'd cried.  My eyes burned 
and the back of my throat tasted like I'd taken a big gulp 
of sea water.  I started to get out of the bed but his hand 
flashed out and grabbed my arm.  "Where are you going?"  he 
demanded.

"Bathroom," I answered shortly and he let me go.  The door 
to his bathroom was in the bedroom so I couldn't very well 
sneak out on him.  I did my thing, then washed my face.  I 
stared at myself for a long time in his mirror and wondered 
if she was right.  Would I have been able to break away 
from the organization right at the beginning if...?

I took a clean washcloth from his shelf and ran it under 
warm water.  I took it back into the bedroom where they 
cuddled in the center of his big bed.  I held out the wet 
cloth and they both reached for it.  His hand around my 
wrist surprised me.  She took the cloth from my hand and he 
pulled me down to lay with them again.

The three of us lay quietly for a time.  I think I drifted 
a bit, relaxed against her warm back.  I dreamed of hands 
touching me everywhere and slowly became aware enough to 
realize it wasn't a dream.  There was a hand under my 
cheek, others on my chest and stomach, and one on my hip 
that slid down my thigh and up to my waist.  God, how many 
hands did they have between the two of them?

Seeing me fully awake, she slid closer and kissed me.  He 
pulled his hand from under my cheek so he could lean up on 
his elbow and watch.  His other hand expanded its territory 
and roamed over more of my body and occasionally detoured 
to hers.

I was better than half hard when she broke our kiss and 
slid down the bed.  She pushed my hip and I obediently 
rolled onto my back for her.  She crawled around until she 
lay between my legs and lifted my suddenly enthusiastic 
cock away from my belly.  I wrapped my fingers in her hair 
and tried not to push her, but oh God, I needed to hold 
onto something while I waited and what was she fucking 
waiting for?

I finally opened my eyes to see her watching my face.  When 
she knew she had my attention she bent her head and took 
and long slow swipe up my dick with her tongue.  My head 
fell back on the pillow with a tortured groan.  She 
actually giggled a bit as she twirled her tongue around my 
head.

"He's skinnier than you are," she commented.

That kind of stung.  "I didn't hear anybody protesting last 
night," I pointed out.

"Nobody's maligning your manhood," he said and scooted down 
my body.

My heart pumped a flood of heat into the pit of my stomach 
having him so near my dick.  I propped myself up on my 
elbows to see what he would do but he just smoothed her 
hair behind her ear.

"You wanna give it a try?"  he murmured to her?

The smile she gave him must have been answer enough.  He 
rolled off the bed and rummaged through the beside drawer a 
minute.  He threw more condoms at me and finally came up 
with a bottle of lube.

What's that for?"  I asked suspiciously.

"Relax, macho man," he smirked at me, "it's not for you."

"Move over," she prodded me to the right side of the bed 
and crawled up to lay with her back to me.  He flopped 
himself down facing her, propped up on one elbow.  He cock 
was visibly filling as the seconds passed.

"Give me your hand," he ordered me, flipping the top of the 
bottle open.  He squeezed out a generous glob on my fingers 
and said, "Be careful.  She's pretty tight."

I looked down into her face, turned up to look at me.  She 
pulled her knee up to her chest, opening herself to me.  I 
closed me hand and let the lube squish into my palm so it 
could warm a little, then carefully felt for her puckered 
opening.  I smoothed some lube in with a fingertip and she 
sighed.

I heard the lube bottle squirt again and saw him emptying 
another helping into his own hand.  He worked it around, 
warming it, then offered his hand to me.  I scraped my 
fingers through the mess in his palm and went back to work 
with two fingers this time.

Within minutes she was making small whimpering noises and 
rocking her hips against my hand.  I scooped up the last of 
the lube from his hand and gave her three fingers, twisting 
my hand to make sure she was relaxed and ready for me.

I ripped open a condom with my teeth and smoothed it down 
my dick.  In that brief space of time he'd slid his own 
fingers inside her ass.  I'd worked so much lube into her I 
could hear his fingers squish through it.  After he'd 
satisfied himself that she was ready he pulled her knee 
away from her chest and draped her leg over his hip.  He 
watched avidly as I lined myself up with her hole and 
pushed tentatively against her scphincter.

She hissed a little in discomfort when I breached her so I 
froze, giving her time to adjust.  I wondered if this was 
something they ever tried alone.  I imagined they tried it 
once, maybe, but his girth was probably a lot more 
uncomfortable than mine.

After a moment she began to rock her hips a little so I 
gave her a few more inches.  It was obvious she was past 
the discomfort.  She hummed a little and smiled.  Her hand 
drifted back to grab my ass and urge me deeper.  I pushed 
forward until my balls pressed against her wet cunt.  I 
ground myself into her bottomless bottom and found myself 
laughing in delight at the sensation.

"Good?"  he asked.

"Oh yeah," she and I agreed in unison.

I heard him rip into another condom.  He shifted her leg so 
he could reach his cock and sheath himself.  I felt her 
press back against me, lifting her leg into the air and out 
of his way.  I hooked my arm under her knee and watched him 
shift closer and line himself up with her cunt.

As he pushed in I felt his rigid cock slide up the 
underside of mine.  She and I both groaned at the 
sensation.  Soon his balls were mashed against mine.  He 
took her leg from my grasp and let her drape it over his 
hip again.  He began the long slide out of her, stroking my 
dick, and I had to move.

Soon we were both moving, fucking her, fucking each other.  
At one point he hooked a leg around mine for leverage and 
picked up speed.  She was making noises I'd only heard in 
porn movies before.  He pushed her hand down between there 
bodies and she starting working herself.

Is amount of dick directly proportional to speed of orgasm 
for women?  Last night it seemed to take her forever to 
come with just my fingers and tongue and less time with his 
dick inside her later.  This morning with both our dicks 
filling her it seemed to only take her seconds to come once 
her fingers got started.  She shrieked and jerked between 
us.  Her ass clamped down on my dick so hard I couldn't 
move.

He kept up a rhythm of short quick thrust right where she 
needed them until her shuddering eased.  Then he stilled 
and let her sag between us.

"You okay, babe?"  he asked, smoothing her hair out of her 
face.  She just grunted in response.  He tried a thrust, 
consequentially prodding me through the thin barrier of 
flesh inside her.  She gasped and clamped a hand on his 
hipbone, stalling his movement.

"Too much?"  Her fingers dug in harder.  "She's done," he 
snickered at me.

He eased himself out of her body and sat up.  As soon as 
she had room she pulled away from me and flopped onto her 
stomach.

I sat up.  He and I watched her breath.  We were both still 
hard.  She was shiny with lube down the backs of her 
thighs.  I wanted to turn her over and taste her cunt 
again.

After several moments of silence he reached out and laid a 
hand on her ass.  She whimpered in protest and flailed a 
leg in the air to knock his hand away.  He snickered again 
and glanced at me.  Our eyes held.

He looked...  really good.  He was still flushed and sweaty 
from fucking her.  His hair was still bed tousled from 
sleep.  The low light made his eyes dark, liquid pools.  
With her out for the count it looked like he and I were 
either stuck with each other or we were getting off solo if 
we wanted to get off at all.

I let my eyes drift down to his cock, still sheathed in the 
condom.  I hadn't touched another guy's dick since I was 14 
and jerked my cousin off at the lake while we stood up to 
our necks in the water.  It had been the 4th of July and 
hotter than hell.  The water was still warm after dark and 
we brought each other off while the city fireworks display 
went off over our heads.

I watched him strip the condom off his cock and give 
himself a couple strokes.  He fished around the pillows and 
came up with the bottle of lube.  He crawled down the bed 
and knelt below her feet, flipped open the bottle and 
squeezed lube directly on the head of his cock.

He held up the bottle to me as he smoothed the slick down 
his shaft.  I motioned for him to toss me the bottle.  He 
refused and cocked his head to the space in front of him.  
I rolled my own condom off and knee-walked down the bed to 
kneel facing him.  He squeezed the cold lube on my cock and 
I hissed.  He unexpectedly wrapped his hand around my dick 
and I grabbed his wrist in surprise.

He gave me an annoyed look.  "You let me kiss you last 
night and now you're gonna to be a prick about this?"  he 
asked.

I solemnly shook my head.  "You just startled me," I 
explained.  I released his wrist and slid my hand up his 
forearm, enjoying the play of muscle as he continued to 
stroke me.  I held out my other hand for a helping of 
slick.  He squirted a glob into my palm and tossed the 
bottle aside.  I reached out and touched his cock for the 
first time.

He was hot and fat and heavy in my hand.  I wrapped my 
fingers around him and pulled.  After a few tugs we found 
ourselves matching our strokes.  He grabbed my hip and 
pulled me closer until our dicks slid against each other.  
Our hands opened and wrapped around each other until we 
created one big fist for the both of us to fuck.

I braced my hand on his shoulder and rocked into our joined 
grip.  The intensity of the situation racheted up my 
arousal level and I began to think I'd be the first to 
come.  Then he dropped his head back and groaned.  He was 
coming hard and his come mixed with the lube coating out 
hands.  He gave a few final thrusts and stilled.  I let him 
control our hands.  He slowed our stroking down as he eased 
himself through the rest of his orgasm.  In time he became 
too sensitive and let his cock slip away from mine.

I felt a hot presence press up against my side and realized 
she was back from her own recuperative downtime.  I let my 
free arm loop around her waist as he pulled my hand off my 
dick.  He took over stroking me, cupping and rolling my 
balls.  She latched onto my nipple with her hot mouth.  
Nobody had ever sucked my nipples before.  I'd played with 
them myself but never got the sensation her skilled tongue 
gave me.

I was close when he kissed me.  He licked the inside of my 
lower lip and taught me an erogenous zone I hadn't 
discovered for myself.  I came with his tongue in my mouth 
and my hard nipple in her teeth.  He swallowed my cries of 
release and kept kissing me as I came down.

I finally recovered enough to return his kisses.  For 
several blissful moments I memorized the softness of his 
lips and the hardness of his teeth.  Then small hands 
pulled me away from him and down to her own kisses.

"The night's over," he said.

She and I broke our kiss and stared at each other.

"Will you let me leave?"  I asked.

"We have nothing to hold you," he admitted.

She looked down and away.  Was she already feeling regret, 
remembering who they thought I was?

I backed off the bed and picked through the scattered 
clothing for my own.  As I dressed in each one as I found 
it, he stepped to the chair and picked up my coat.  He 
turned the sleeves right-side-out and handed it to me as I 
stood up from tying my boots.

I slid my arms into the sleeves and glanced at her, still 
kneeling on the bed.  "There's so much I don't dare tell 
you," I admitted.

Her huge blue eyes met mine.  "Will you help us?"  she 
asked.

My breath caught in my throat.  "I can't," I choked out.  
"Not yet."

I'd opened the bedroom door before he stopped me.  "I want 
you come back," he said.  "We both do."

In my boots and leather I felt enormous beside his naked 
body.  "I'd like to," I answered.

He lead me out of the bedroom and into living room.  I 
found myself taking an unexpected notice of his ass.  He 
scribbled on a scrap piece of paper at his desk.  "This is 
an email address you can use.  Write me."

I nodded and pocketed the paper.  I passed her on my way to 
the door and she gripped my hand briefly in farewell.  I 
walked out without looking back.  If I had I don't think I 
could have left.

I'm already planning when I can go back to them...

The End