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As far as Elliott was concerned, this was a win-win situation.

A press tour was right up his alley - he loved nothing more than meeting his fans and cracking jokes on camera, it just came naturally to him. Then ofcourse, came the hefty paycheck that came in upon signing the contract, most of which would go straight to his mother. It could cover her carer's bills and fund her personal projects for long enough - long enough to allow himself some time off. And what better way to do so than an all-expenses-paid trip around the most prestigious cities in this system?

It would certainly help him feel better about losing to the new guy.

Well, third place was good. Great even! But the sting of having second place comfortably in the bag until Fuse Walter Fitzroy caught a winning streak and overtook him by one point in the last game had yet to be forgotten. Don't get him wrong, Mirage loved the new guy. Chaos and utter masculinity oozed from him, Mirage had caught himself drooling on more than one occasion, and he wasn't ashamed to admit his attraction. But stupid, sexy Fuse just brought his self-confidence crashing down after claiming second. 

Elliott had yet to get second place, you see, and though most might think aiming for first would be the best idea, no one was beating Bloodhound anytime soon. Mirage had a great deal of respect, and unspoken feelings for them. They exuded such power and grace that it was impossible not to fall for them a little. And their voice just... did things to him. Compliments in the arena from them were more than distracting.

Anyway - They'd claimed first place for... how many years in a row now? Who knows, the point is, second place was anyone's best bet. And to have it snatched from him after so much work was just...

"Huughh..." Elliott let out a long sigh, flicking through the who-knows-how-many page long contract in front of him. 

The syndicate had the top three champions gather in the Apex Games Tower lounge area, right after the last game, and handed them all a stack of paper and a pen each, with a brief explanation of the tour. Elliott was ecstatic, excitedly talking to Hound while they all waited for Fuse to finally show up. Hound had responded with a concerned hum, then sat down in one of the plush armchairs and began silently reading through the whole document. Mirage had quietly followed suit, guessing it was the responsible reaction, though he could not, for the life of him, focus on the lines of text before him.

"Hummmm," Another long sigh, at which point Fuse finally appears, clapping his hands onto his shoulders from over the back of the sofa.

Elliott jumped.

"Sounds like you could use a break, mate, what ya readin' it all for, eh?" He leant over Elliott's shoulder, his face just a little too close to Elliott's cheek.

"I- I guess, I wanted to be throu-thur- do it properly." He stammered, eyes flicking to the Syndicate agents in the corner of the room; silent suits waiting patiently.

"Nah mate, it's a free holiday as far as I'm concerned." Fuse squeezed his shoulders and moved away, Elliott let out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding. "Might as well!" Fuse took his contract and pen, already laid out on the small coffee table, and signed.

Fuse then sat back next to Elliott on the sofa, far too close to be any kind of platonic action, and proceeded to lift his arm around Elliott's shoulders. Elliott could feel his face flush bright red, obnoxiously aware of cool metal on the back of his neck, his strong leg against his and the squeeze Fuse gave his shoulders.

"C'moooon, mates, just sign it." Fuse said leaning in close to Elliott again, looking right into his face. 

"Could have us some fun, eh?" He winked.

Elliott was absolutely convinced this was flirting, but could not bring himself to respond. He glanced at Hound, who had been watching the two. They immediately turned away, looking at nothing in particular, then back at their papers, as if they had forgotten that was what they were doing. All it did was make Elliott blush more.

He then turned his contract back to the first page and sighed. "Y-Yeah, guess you're right," He scribbled his name across the line, "I could use a break."

"Atta boy, El." 

Wow, that did something Elliott wasn't ready to deal with.

Fuse sat back, his arm pulling Elliott to sit back with him. Bloodhound continued to silently flick through their contract. 

Elliott was in such a flustered state. Fuse appeared so casual and yet Elliott had yet to see him act so comfortably around any legend - even Bloodhound, who apparently knew Fuse from outside of the games. He HAD to be flirting right? Had he been flirting this whole time? Had Elliott just not noticed? How did he miss this?

And the periodic flustered (Sort of? Hard to tell under the mask) glances that Bloodhound kept giving them made his heart hammer just a little faster every time. Fuse was playing some game on his phone, and Elliott tried to focus on watching that rather than the less than appropriate thoughts running through his mind. The larger man noticed and handed him the phone.

"Wanna try?"

Elliott nodded, quickly picking up the point of the game - to match three gummy bears or something. Then, Fuse leant in, his other hand wrapping around Elliott's to point out a final winning move. Elliott shakily turned up to Fuse who was smiling gently, a slight flush on his cheeks, seemingly oblivious to the angry conversation happening behind the sofa.

Mirage was all but melted by that smile.

"Kjaftæði! This is not fair or just, you are using them!"

Elliott looked up to see Bloodhound shouting at the Syndicate suits, who immediately were on edge.

"You are obliged by your contract with the Apex games to attend all mandatory press even-"

"My contract does not threaten my Fjölskylda like this one." Their voice turned quiet, deadly.

One of the suits pulled back their jacket to reveal a gun holster.

Bloodhound pulled a knife from nowhere.

"Woah! WOAH!" Elliott jumped from Fuse's arms, regrettably, and moved to stand before Bloodhound, hand on one shoulder, gently pushing the hand holding the knife down. Their body was rigid.

"Hey, hey Hound, what's going on?" Elliott looked into their goggle lenses, trying to ground them in some way. They glared over his shoulder at the agitated suits for a moment, before lowering their voice.

"It is none of your concern. Yet I am being bribed into something I do not wish to attend." It sounds like it is said through their teeth.

Fuse steps up next to them, eyeing the suits and their weapons. "You uh... you not a publicity type, right?"

They shook their head once, still angrily glancing back and forth between those in the room, like an agitated animal.

"It's not all press, right?" Elliott looks to Fuse, who nods. "It's free time, relaxing, you can enjoy yourself, a-and we w-w-ill try to make the p-press parts easier, r-right?" Again glancing at Fuse who just nods.

Hound sighs, looking to the floor. "I am not one for fancy Hotels. I would be out of place." They look up, and in a harsher tone, "And that would not excuse the offence."

"Listen mate, I'm sure they can amend the contract, right?" He turns to the suits, putting an arm around one of their shoulders. "Come have a chat with ol' Fusey."

"See, Fuse will get em, and, and all you have to do is meet some fans and have some fun!" Elliott gave them his best smile, squeezing their shoulder. Then in a quieter voice, "Please put the knife away..."

Elliott managed to get them seated back on the couch, where they continued to grumble about "fighting their own battles" and "unjust threats". Elliott tried to talk to them about some of the Cities they would get to stay in, and this one famous spa he has always wanted to go to, and the crazy water slides at this one Hotel he hopes was on the list, and also the one that was in the middle of a forest and the rooms were like small cabins. 

This seemed to pique their interest for just a moment until Fuse returned with a tablet. He passed it to them and tapped the screen. "This is the new one, same as ours. But -well, if ya don't sign it, they will "have to take necessary measures to ensure cooperation"." He sighed. "Did me best, mate." Fuse scratched the back of his head, looking to the floor.

Bloodhound considered the screen. "I appreciate this, Walter, Thank you for your help." They let out a long sigh, before scrawling a signature on the tablet screen and dumping it on the coffee table. "Please, do not ask questions about this, it is..."

"Personal. We get it, Hound." Elliot placed a hand on their shoulder and Fuse nodded silently. They finally relaxed.

The suits thanked them for their time, collected the contracts and left. Bloodhound sat between the others, quietly listening as they chatted for a short while. Eventually, Fuse put a hand on their shoulder, gently.

"Mate, whatever they got on you, they ain't gonna use anymore." Fuse spoke, and Elliott looked up at them. "This is a chance for you to enjoy yourself, and maybe we could all get better acquainted, eh?" He shook them by the shoulder and they looked up at him, fidgeting.

"Perhaps..."

"Y-yeah we could..." Damn that stutter. "Spend some time... together... You know, if you want. I'd like to, I mean, with you... Both... Whatever you're cool with."

Fuse grinned at him and winked, Bloodhound chuckled lowly at that, subtly leaning into Fuse's touch as Elliott felt his face redden yet again.

"I suppose I must, then..."

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The tour would begin not a day after the final game, which gave the three champions very little time to themselves beforehand. Elliott had gone into Solace City to visit his mother, and Bloodhound had seemingly disappeared at some ungodly hour of the morning to somewhere that was not the Apex Tower. Fuse was left to his own devices, which, was really a very terrible idea. So he tried to keep himself busy; packed his bags, tuned up his metal arm, trimmed his beard, threw on some comfy jeans and a tank top, and eventually ran out of things to do in his rooms and left to find Bloodhound. They had to be here, somewhere, right?

He ran into Gibraltar who was just on his way out, so he tagged along, offering to help him with his bags and being shot down immediately. Too nice, this guy. He followed him out into the bright sunlight of Solace, where Gibraltar began putting his bags in the back compartment of an unnecessarily sexy motorcycle.

Fuse whistled and gestured to the bike. "That's a beaut, mate, where'd you get that?"

"Ooh, ain't she, brotha? Got a lot of memories of this one. Bought it broke and fixed her up."

"Done a darn good job on it, crikey." Fuse slowly circled the bike to take in the details. Painted plating, polished shine, a little bit of wear on the leather seat - a well-loved motorcycle alright.

"You off on your tour today, right?" Gibby finished packing his bags into the large compartment on the back of the bike and turning to Fuse.

"Yeah, bloody Syndicate and their ideas. Still, the three of us might enjoy it, eh?"

"You sayin' Hound is actually going?"

"They sure is. Though they ain't too happy 'bout it,"

Gibraltar let out a low chuckle. "I'll bet. Well, good luck, brotha!" Gibraltar donned his helmet and mounted the bike.

"Cheers mate. Oh! you ain't seen em about have ya?"

"They're usually at the firing range at this time o' day," Gibby started the engine, adjusting himself in the seat. "Even on their days off, it's what they do."

Fuse nodded, waving Gibby off as he drove away, leaving himself and Bloodhound as the last two legends at the Apex complex. 

As he neared the firing range, he could hear the all too familiar sounds of a charged Sentinel firing repeatedly. That sound was enough to send chills through any legend from the Arena, all too aware of Hound's trademark sniping prowess. They didn't miss often, and that's probably due to the amount of time they spent in the range. Fuse didn't visit this place as often as he'd like, but maybe he would now he knew it was Bloodhound's usual spot.

Fuse had met Bloodhound almost a decade ago, after stopping at their village on Talos while travelling. They were a more than capable leader, caring for their people but upfront and defensive in front of visitors. He could respect that, family first and all. They had politely made a trade for a few much-needed supplies, and he had found himself sticking around longer than he had intended. He'd often wondered about going back over the years but never found time. Imagine his surprise when they met again through the Apex games. A pleasant surprise.

Working with Hound was just as he had expected - they were fast, precise, cared for their team but kept to themselves. Though Fuse had definitely noticed a more chaotic streak in them since he had joined. He had taken pride in himself for having such an influence. Though he hadn't missed the little jump of his heart when they began to relax and joke a little more around him, pushing his shoulder after a bad joke, crowding his personal space a little more, trusting him with decisions during a game. 

Ol' Fusey had a damn crush.

It didn't help when Elliott was prancing about the arena either. The trickster was beautiful, most people would agree. Big brown eyes, soft curls, toned body and Fuse couldn't deny how nice he thought his ass was. Being on his team was always fun. He shared Fuse's love for terrible jokes and messing with people, though his confidence all but shattered whenever it was turned against Elliott. The stutter, the hesitancy and the need for reassurance were endearing, but Fuse now had an inexplicable urge to keep him safe and protected. Occasionally he would run his mouth and not realise where his stories were going, hinting at a past with a hefty amount of loss in it, something Fuse both wanted to rid him of and know more about. 

Elliott was smart too, chattering away about his holo-tech and his Mother's work, mostly words Fuse couldn't catch the meaning of. But listening to Elliott ramble had to be one of his favourite things to do between fights in the arena. It was.. soothing? In a way? Helped keep his mind off of... other things. 

Fuse had never really thought much of him before joining the games, thought that he was all flash and flare. How surprised he had been in his first game, when one Elliott became 10 all at once and an eleventh saddled up beside him with a wink and a bullet to Fuse's head.

Now that, that was hilarious.

Bloodhound was stood in front of a row of heavily punctured dummies, in their full gear, as usual, as Fuse made his way through the tunnel entrances. He quietly moved to their left, as they unplugged the shield cell from their weapon, and raised it, peering through their site.

"Walter," They acknowledged him without looking to him, steadying their breath. Fuse watched as their body went still and they pulled the trigger, adding another hole to the face of a dummy at the far end of the range. The sounds of a few more shots rang out, Fuse quietly watched each one pierce vital regions of each dummy in a row before Bloodhound let out a steady breath and stepped back. They placed the gun on the rack next to them and turned to Walter.

"Bloody oath, you showing off for Ol' Fusey, eh?" He winked and they shook their head, scoffing.

"Anyone with basic skills in a long-range weapon would impress you, Walter. Can you even see past 30ft?" They chided in a teasing tone, tilting their head to one side and he laughed.

"Alright, pup, respect your elders!" They chuckled and looked to their feet, shuffling for a moment as silence settled in.

"I wa-"

"So whe-"

"No you firs-"

"My apologi-"

"Shit I-"

"Ah I-"

They both chuckled, a light flush on Fuse's cheeks. He hadn't been this awkward since he asked out that cute boy from high school in his third year. He felt ridiculous, but darn, was it good to feel young again. They gestured to him to continue.

"I never did get to congratulate you on your win, mate, though, not much competition for someone of your skill," He crossed his arms, rolling his shoulders, with the absolute intention of his muscles catching their eye.

"Oh, I," They suddenly snapped their gaze away from him for a moment. Bingo. "Thank you, Walter, though I have to say, both yourself and Elliott put in the honourable effort. Your slatra was powerful, if chaotic." They looked to the floor and took a step closer.  "I have to say I rather enjoyed working with the both of you."

They looked up at Fuse, they were just a few inches shorter than himself. Their goggles blank of expression, but their open body language had Fuse licking his lips for just a moment. Hound seemed to draw in a quick breath at that.

"Well, cheers pup, can't say I didn't put in the work," He flexed his flesh arm with a cheesy grin and a low chuckle, they scoffed, stepping closer again. 

"Are you showing off for me, Walter?"

They mimicked his words from earlier, in such a low, almost dark tone that for a moment Fuse was quiet. Close enough to hear the air from their breath run through their ventilator. He gave them a soft smile, raising a hand to thumb along the edge of their goggles.

A quiet beeping sound startled them a bit, and Bloodhound slowly stepped back, checking the time on the device on their wrist.

"As much as I am enjoying this... conversation, we leave in 30 minutes." They turned towards the exit. "Come, else Elliot may implode from excitement,"

The pair moved towards the exit. "You gotta love that kid, though, eh?"

"He is... interesting... I find him to be..."

"Cute? Funny? Annoying? A cheeky bastard?" Fuse offered with a chuckle, before raising a brow. "Attractive?"

"I- well, perhaps, just-"

"I've caught you staring more than once, Hound."

"Walter, I-"

"I'm not accusing, I agree, beautiful eyes,"

"Walter."

"The kind you could just get lost in,"

"Ugh," 

"And he doesn't exactly hide his body much, gotta love that,"

"Enough..."

"Alright! Crikey, just admit you think he's hot, mate, and I'll drop it."

They turn to him, seemingly glaring at him as they walk. After a moment, they sigh.

"By the Allfather. Alright, yes, I believe he is an attractive man, and he is a snilld trickster when fighting. I admire his cunning." Fuse lets them talk, their voice growing softer. "And yes, he is...cute. When he rambles. It is..." They gesture, searching for the right word.

"Relaxing?"

They sigh. "We are both terribly smitten."

"We're fucked. And he has no idea." Fuse chuckles and nudges Hound playfully. "This ought to be a fun trip, right?"

Their first stop was in Psamathe, given the newest arena was based there. The rich folk of the planet likely had a big influence too. Travel didn't take long, though they were to do a televised interview on arrival followed by a fan meet-up. After retrieving luggage and meeting up with a very excitable Elliott, the two exchanging knowing looks as he began chattering, they all boarded the rather expensive looking shuttle, each having a separate compartment with a sliding door should they want privacy. At one end was a small bar, and the other a door, which Fuse assumed lead to a bathroom and cock-pit.

Bloodhound had managed to change into more casual clothing; a hooded jumper, skinny jeans, a more stream-lined ventilator, helmet and set of goggles. They had a sinfully toned body, lean and lanky, despite being the shorter of the three. Elliott had shown up in a baggy, bubblegum pink tank top and jeans, and damn did it suit him. Fuse found himself zoning out watching him reach up to an overhead compartment, muscles on show, as he rambled on about the trip.

"Oh and apparently we have had all our outfits chosen for us, which is always fun but if they make me shave my beard off again, I may become irrev- irrrerr- uh-"

"Irreversibly," Fuse offered, following his movements a little too closely.

"Yeah, uh, irreversibly heartbroken."

"It is our usual designers?" Hound asked, cautiously surveying their own area.

"Yeah, I uh... I checked. Cus I-I know you are uh, part-parit-"

"Particular,"

"Thank Fuse, particular about that stuff,"

Bloodhound looked up at him. "Oh, Thank you Elliott. That is considerate of you."

He blushed in response, smiling at them, before seemingly snapping out of a trance.

"And uh, so, outfits, yes, and then after the interview and fan meet up, which, is going to be awesome, by the way, we'll be checked in to the Hotel, which, Hound, remember I told you about that spa I'd always wanted to try? That's the one, in the Hotel, man I'm gonna get so many massages..."

Bloodhound made themselves comfortable in their chair, nodding along to Elliott's words. "I am sure you will love it, Elliott."

Fuse wandered to the bar and opened the fridge underneath, looking for a couple of beers.

"Well, I was wondering if you guys wanted to come with, actually...although, now I think of it, that would be dumb, that's a lot of, very personal, very sometimes almost naked time and I'm asking you to do that even though... with the mask and... yeah... sorry... nevermind..."

"Sounds like a party," Fuse offered a beer out to Elliott with a grin, watching the red flush on his cheeks spread down his chest.

"Oh, uh," Elliott swallowed, took the beer, "Cool, alright! Uh, Hound I-"

"I will think about it..."

"Yeah, yeah, okay, I mean, I also checked and there's a hell of a lot of security and secrecy in this place so... no cameras or pap and uh-uh-but your choice just know you are safe, and we-we won't judge, right?" He looks at Fuse.

"Right," He says, offering Hound a beer.

They are quiet for a moment, before tentatively taking the bottle.

"Elliott, you are too kind. I appreciate it, felagi." They consider the beer in their hands again, while Fuse sat down and Elliott struggled to pull the cap from his bottle.

"It's a twist mate, here," Fuse leant across the aisle to pop the cap off.

"Oh, thanks..."

Fuse looked over to Hound, who was still studying the bottle. They look up to the other two for a moment, then sit back and begin to undo their ventilator. They unclasp the mouthpiece from the tubes beneath their hoody and place it on the table in front of them. They took a sip of their drink and sighed. 

Fuse took in their pointed canines, strong jawline and scars across the left portion, one, in particular, jutting over their lips.

Fuse took in a sharp breath, "Good on ya," Grinned at the hunter, raised his bottle to them, before downing half of it. 

Fuck, it's only their damn mouth but of course, it was hot.

Elliott wasn't in a much better state, looking between them and the ventilator on their table, still blushing like mad.

"Do- I uh..." He took a deep breath. "Do you need it to... to breath or? You don't have to tell me! I was just... worried...I-"

"That's alright, felagi," Their voice without the ventilator was smooth and light, and somehow, more attractive than usual. "I have uh... damaged lungs... I only need it should I do anything, uh-" they gesture again as they look for the word. "Strenuous... exercise, or something stressful,"

Elliott was trained on their mouth, and Fuse couldn't help but enjoy his flustered look.

"But, thank you, Elliott. You are again proving yourself to be most considerate." They smile sweetly, showing their teeth. "I appreciate it."

Elliott smiled, looking into his lap and fidgeting. Fuse winked at Bloodhound who waved them off. They were winding him up of purpose, and judging by the increased fidgeting from Mirage, he had a thing for praise. And they knew it.

God, he was so fucked.

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The journey took the better part of the day, and the three champions were advised to rest before arrival. Bloodhound watched enviously as Fuse seemed to pass out at will in his seat, and Elliott pulled a fluffy yellow blanket, neck pillow and sleeping mask from a bag, before the following suit. Fuse was snoring quietly and Elliott mumbled on occasion, but Bloodhound could not seem to get comfortable.

It was the shuttle, the fancy chair, the eerily smooth journey through the vacuum of space, the lack of windows and earth and sky. Nothing felt right. They weren't uncomfortable, the plush reclinable seats were more than supportive of them, it just wasn't what they were used to.

They preferred a thick pile of furs and blankets and pillows or a hammock in a tree beneath an open sky, the hard ground warmed by the embers of a dying fire. Something that felt less... synthetic. Some parts of the modern world they were all in favour of - their ventilator, the life-changing treatment they had received that meant a ventilator was all they needed, the games, the ability to travel to new worlds, the communication across vast distances. The world just seemed a little too... shiny...

Their thoughts were interrupted by a buzz from their phone, which was sitting neatly in their small backpack on their table. They picked it up in one hand, gently tapping the screen with the pointer finger of the other. Elliott had told them they use a phone like some old person, had teased them by mimicking their movements and squinting at his own phone. They smiled slightly at the memory and opened the message from the Apex games organisers.

They were due to land in half an hour, followed by an immediate half an hour to change when designers and makeup artists arrived. Hound groaned at the thought, looking to the others, still sleeping. They put their phone away and stood to wake Elliott first.

He was snuggled under his blanket, knees up and face nuzzled into the soft pillow. They watched his form move as he breathed slow, almost regretting the need to wake him. They leant over and placed a hand on his shoulder, with a gentle push.

"Elliott," They spoke softly, pulling his sleeping mask up, as gently as possible "Felagi, you should wake, we arrive soon,"

He shifted slightly, seemingly unbothered. They shook him again, gently placing a hand on his face.

His eyes fluttered open, sleepy and a little puffy. Upon seeing Hound, a large smile crossed his lips. "Good morning, beautiful,"

They stilled, their face flushing, remembering their lack of ventilator and tried to cover their cheeks with one hand, but Elliott snatched it before they could.

"Don't..." Voice still thick with sleep, "You look nice, y-y'know... I hope you don't cover because... someone said... you didn't..." His eyes flutter shut again and he seems to fall back to sleep, leaving Hound flushed and bewildered. 

They stared at him for another half a second, touching the scar on their lips as his words ran through their head on repeat, before shaking the thoughts away and trying to wake him again.

They shook him again and raised their voice, "Elliott! You must wake now!"

Their heart ached a little when his eyes flew open in surprise, gasping in response.

"Oh! Oh, sh-shit Hound sorry, I was having such a nice dream I guess I didn't... Uh..." He looked down at their hand still in his and looked back up at them.

"Care to share, Elliott?" They said quietly, feeling heat creep up across their cheeks again.

Elliott stared up at them with his large, shining brown eyes and red face, his breathing a little faster than usual, swallowing, his mouth open a fraction. Hound was analysing too closely, yet it was intoxicating - his reactions to their words.

"I-I meant w-w-what I said..." He spoke softly, watching them as they looked away for just a second with a small smile to the floor.

"Thank you, Elliott." They gave his hand a soft squeeze, not missing the large smile they give them in return, and stood back up. "We arrive soon," still speaking quietly as if the tender moment had not quite yet passed. "You should get ready,"

"R-right, yeah... thanks..." He watched them closely as they stepped back and turn to Fuse, who was half leaning against the wall of the shuttle, face twitching as he slept.

"Walter," They leant over him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Walt-"

He shot upright with a shout and grabbed their shoulders, pushing them back against the table roughly, a beer bottle flying to the floor and smashed. Hound groaned as their back arched at an odd angle, grabbing the Salvonian's wrists and looking up at him.

Elliott jumped to his feet, sleeping mask still at his eyebrows.

"Hey! Hey Walter! It's alright!" He said calmly, stepping forward and Fuse stilled, still pinning Bloodhound to the table, metal fingers pinching the skin of their shoulder. He stared into the lenses of their goggles with a look of absolute rage. They dared not move but spoke slowly as Elliott had.

"Walter, it is only me, I will not harm you..."

Elliott took another step closer as Fuse looked up at him. "We got you, man," He placed a hand on his shoulder and Fuse's body seemed to relax, releasing Hound slowly and standing up. He looked between the two of them in horror, breathing rapidly, shaking slightly.

"Shit... fuck, mates... I-"

"Don't you dare, man, just a bad dream, right?" Elliott soothed, he pushed Fuse gently to sit down again, moving to stand over him. "Breathe with me, yeah?" Elliott motioned with his free hand to inhale and exhale slowly along with him, and Fuse followed.

Bloodhound stood, moving to one side and pressing a hand to their shoulder, the one Fuse's metal arm had pressed on. They hissed - no blood came away, but there would be sharp bruising soon, for sure.

"Hound, I'm sorry mate I... shit..." They turn back to Walter, his head in his hands and knelt before him, beside Elliott. "That hasn't happened in a long while..."

"Felagi, you were at the mercy of your own mind, I do not blame you. I know you would not knowingly hurt me." They looked up to Elliott, who was smiling gently, but the concern in his eyes was not unnoticeable. "We have all had such dreams."

Elliott met their gaze and nodded, looking to the floor. They placed a hand onto Walter's knee, giving him a soft smile.

They stood after a moment, satisfied with Fuse now calmed and reassured. "Come, we land soon, we should prepare." 

Bloodhound and Elliott moved back to their respective sections but stopped when Fuse spoke.

"Thank you..." He said, still looking to the floor. "Not many people... really get it."

Hound simply nodded when he looked up again, and Elliott gave him a warm smile.

Walter sniffed and stood up, heading to the bathroom.

In a flurry of fussing and pushing the make-up team had boarded the moment they had landed on Psamathe, with hangers and garment bags and a cart of makeup too. Elliott beamed when his designer handed him his outfit, chatting away as if meeting an old friend. Fuse was handed his own set of clothes, immediately pulling the partition down to change in privacy, while Hound did the same.

They hung the garment bag up and pulled the zip down to reveal red and black fitted trousers, gloves and waistcoat, a white shirt with a larger collar, black undershirt with a high-neck that would cover their neck up to their respirator. They had also been given back shoes, a white tie, their familiar prowler skull helmet, dark, sleek goggles and a plate to snap over the ventilator, that looked like the lower half of the prowler jaw. 

What really caught their eye was the large black coat, the collar lines with thick fur that reminded them of the old cloaks the people of their village would wear. Their designer never failed to create such wonderful garments and with respect for their desire to cover their skin.

They were the first to finish dressing, their designer fussing over the last few details - the cuffs fastened correctly, coat over the shoulders, rather than arms in sleeves, helmet straight. Though they retracted with a nod when Hound raised a hand to them. They thanked the Allfather for having such an understanding co-worker in such a personal role.

Though, when they first joined, before having made themselves clear to the games organisers, their first designer had sent them an outfit with far less coverage than desirable. Hound had proceeded to refuse all interviews until the Syndicate found someone who would respect their wishes, and even then they took their time warming up to the idea of stepping outside their comfort zone. Though they had to admit, they felt rather attractive in some of the newer, flashier looking outfits.

They sat waiting for the others to finish changing, makeup not necessary in their case, eventually picking up their phone. They opened the app Fuse had recommended to them - some kind of match-3 game with sweets - and waited patiently.

They stood when they heard Elliott move his partition back, watching as he turned to face them.

He was wearing a bright, red suit jacket and matching trousers, and black shirt and shoes, all incredibly well form-fitted and perfectly accentuated his muscular frame. Hound allowed their eyes to wander, just a moment, over his hands adorned with several gold rings, ear piercings that matched, stalling over the unbuttoned shirt front and then the lip between his teeth as his own eyes raked over their own form.

"Lo-Loo, uh, Looking good, Hound..." He muttered.

"The outfit suits you, Elliott." They replied in an equally soft tone, tearing their gaze away when his makeup artist caught his attention.

Hound took a deep breath. Their heart was racing just seeing the man in a nice suit. They swallowed and tried to calm their mind for a moment, trying especially hard not to imagine slowly taking each piece of the suit off of the poor man like a precious gift.

Then they looked up to see Fuse had finished dressing. The large, bulky prosthetic had been switched out for something more streamlined, now able to fit beneath a black shirt, buttons open at the top, a neat crop of chest hair on view. Black, fitted trousers, shoes, and gold jewellery here and there pulled the look together, including a small pendant necklace that sat on his chest. He pulled a dark grey suit jacket on, catching Hound's eyes. They didn't miss the subtle swipe of his tongue over his lips.

He gave them a nod as the makeup artists fussed over him, but Hound couldn't quite manage to reply in any way.

They pulled their eyes away, making a beeline for their seat and pulled the partition down. They needed a moment to themselves, heart racing and face hot and flushed, breathing just a little too heavily. They needed to calm down before the interview.

"Allfather..." They'd forgotten about the interview. A televised, interview.

Why was that such a problem? They were televised all the time in the arena. But then, in the arena they knew what they were doing, they knew how to fight, track, work as a team. They were less accustomed to acknowledging a large audience and carefully choosing words to avoid being seen in the wrong light, and that was hard to do when you were as secretive as they were. The questions were always along the lines of - Where did you grow up? What was your family like? Where did you learn to fight? Why do you cover your face? And some being so bold as to ask them to remove the helmet right there and then.

They took in a deep breath, emotions flooding them all at once. They clenched and relaxed their fists over and over, shoulders growing tense as they ran through possible scenarios in their mind. They sat back in the chair and looked to the ceiling, letting out a long sigh. They muttered a small prayer, asking for this to go swiftly and smoothly.

There was a small knock on the partition.

"Hey, buddy, you all ready to go?" Elliot's voice was laced with concern, and they stood slowly, taking one final breath.

They placed their trust in the Allfather to guide them.

They moved the partition aside, finding just the other two legends remained. Elliott looked them over again, and they tried to avoid his gaze, busying themselves with double-checking the cuffs of their sleeves.

"Hey Hound," He placed a gentle hand over theirs. "Hey, you okay? You're all tense..."

"My apologies... my nerves get the better of me. The arena is simple, but strangers are not..." They sighed again, relaxing their shoulders. They noticed Elliott rubbing his thumb in small circles on the back of their hand, and looked up into his calming, smiling eyes.

Fuse stepped closer and put a gentle arm around their shoulders. "It's not like you're on your own, right? You got us. And I know Elliott can talk enough for the three of us eh," His free hand nudged against Elliott's shoulder, pulling a chuckle from him.

"We got you, Hound." Elliott almost whispered the words.

"We do." Fuse's arm slipped down to their waist, pulling them just a little closer to the pair.

Hound suddenly felt a wave of realisation that with the pair here, holding them, they felt undeniably safe, warm, cared for. It was... familiar... like home. They looked back and forth between the pair, both smiling so sweetly at them.

"I-"

Their words were interrupted by the opening of the shuttle door. The three each stepped back from each other, Elliott's face turned bright red as he turned away from the door. Hound chuckled and he waved them off with a grin. Fuse had turned to the open door, where a member of the crew had stepped in.

They were run through the interview again. The cameras would be on them as they stepped from the shuttle, in ascending order of their placement in the games. There would be a short red carpet into the building, where they would be guided to a stage hall where the interview would begin. Hound tried their best to pay attention to the details, but their mind was still worrying itself. Fuse gave them a reassuring pat on the shoulder as the crew ushered Elliott out of the door.

There was an uproar of cheering. Hound peered through the door to see a large crowd of people on either side of the red carpet, cheering and reaching out to greet Elliott. He looked to be in his element, spinning to throw finger guns into the crowd. He even performed a small magic trick, pulling a single holo-tech disc from nowhere, slipping over his wrist and showing it to the crowd with an excited expression. Hound leaned across Fuse a little more to see, making the older man chuckle.

Elliott snapped his fingers and two holo-Elliotts appeared, each giving the crowd his signature smile. The crowd roared, and then Mirage proceeded to give autographs and shake hands, him and his decoys.

Bloodhound could not help but chuckle, especially when he turned back to the shuttle for a moment, catching their eye, and winked.

Fuse stood then, next to step from the shuttle. The crowd cheered again, and Fuse raised his arms to get them to shout louder, before sauntering towards Elliott and placing a firm hand on his shoulder in greeting. A few moments passed as the pair continued to interact with fans before Hound was ushered towards the door. They took one final breath, one final prayer, and stepped down.

The screaming grew louder again, as they gracefully made their way down the carpet. They stood awkwardly for a moment, before turning to the crowd to grab a pen and photograph being pushed in their direction. They couldn't hear much but yelling and cheers, those asking for signatures or pictures, their senses were overwhelmed. They looked around to find cameras hovering alongside them, glancing in their direction only a moment. There were several, flying around as small drones. They were once again thankful for their mask, knowing their face would give away what discomfort they felt.

Not long after, they were told to move on, waving to the crowd as they entered the building after the other two.

"How you doin', mate?" Fuse approached them, raising a hand to their shoulder, then deciding against it. They understood, but the sudden craving for his touch was overwhelming as their nerves built again. 

"I'm alright. How long is the interview?"

"'Bout, half an hour, I think?" He replied. "Starts as soon as Elliot's makeup is touched up." He gestured over his shoulder to a pair of makeup artists fussing over Elliott's hair.

Fuse leant into their ear, voice low. "Though, I'd rather see how he looks after someone messed it up..." His hand finally found their shoulder as they drew in a sharp breath.

An image of Elliott sprawled out on a bed, lipstick smudged and mascara running, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat as he pants for air.

"Reckon he'd look much prettier."

"Allfather. Away with you." They pushed the Slavonian away, playfully.

"You know I'm right, Hound." He said, walking away with a wink and a wicked grin.

They swallowed and held their lip between their teeth, trying to clear their head, the worrisome thoughts now having been replaced with something less appropriate - images of Elliott, and Fuse, the skin beneath their fingers, quiet, breathless words spoken into their ear, the closeness, the heat.

With that, they were called to take their seats.

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The three champions each took a seat in one of three, squishy armchairs set up on the hall's stage, a fourth, behind a desk, stood next to them. Elliott took a seat closest to the desk, thinking he could easily draw attention away from Hound should he need to. And, of course, because he liked to be the centre of attention in these cases. A crew of people bustled around behind a row of cameras, slightly larger than those from the red carpet, though still hovering like drones, in front of an in-house audience that filled the rest of the large, dim room, whispering and chattering.

Lights were adjusted, outfits arranged, final checks run through and finally, the show's host came on stage. Elliott recognised him from some evening talk show, which was often requested to be put on the screens in the Paradise Lounge. This guy was pretty nice, but would occasionally dig up some rather shocking dirt on some interviewees. Though he can't say he didn't think some of those celebrities deserved the confrontation. 

He just hoped they hadn't done too much digging into Hound, or Fuse. God knows what that old man has been up to.

The cameras roll and the host introduced the show.

"Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, and esteemed individuals," 

Okay, okay, good start, maybe this will be good.

"And welcome to a special evening on the Host, we have with us the top 3 Apex champions of this year's championship, Mirage, Fuse and the notorious Bloodhound."

There was a round of applause and Mirage grinned towards the audience, waving his hand at them, bashfully. That earned him a few loud giggles from the crowd. 

"Well, congratulations to the three of you. I know a lot of us were on the edges of our seats during the final. Mirage,"

"Please, please call me Elliott," an overexaggerated wink to the crowd brought forth more laughter.

The host chuckled, "Elliott, you were so close to second place for so long, how did it feel when it was snatched away, what was going through your mind?"

Elliott let out a big, dramatic sigh. "I'm not gonna lie man, I don't think I'll ever get over it." Elliott could see Fuse grinning out the corner of his eyes, Bloodhound had cocked their head to one side, looking at him.

"This was, phew, so, so much work, y'know and it was just... oh man..."

The Host seemed to be playing along. "Must have been hard on you, Elliott." The Host and Elliott nodded slowly in agreement. Fuse continued to grin mischievously as the act continued.

"Has it affected your work?"

"Oh..." Elliot sighed dramatically once again. "I can't even look at him..."

The crowd laughed again before Elliott dropped the facade with a grin and nudged Fuse in the arm.

"No, no, Fuse here is marvellous. Obviously, there was a bit of a sting but it was a close, well-fought battle. The old man ain't half bad."

Fuse shook him by the shoulder affectionately. "Was a good fight ey, 'specially that last round against Hound and you, mate." He turned to the host. "You see the grand finally, eh?"

"Ofcourse, ofcourse, who didn't?" the host replied. "To remind those at home, the final moments our champions fought saw Elliott, having lost both squadmates, face off against team Fuse and team Bloodhound."

The host spoke into the camera as screens showing the broadcast displayed clips from the game. "Elliott managed to take down both of Fuse's teammates, before turning to Bloodhounds team. Fuse and Elliott manage to flank them and take down Hound's teammates. At which point, Bloodhound, seemingly cornered, used their fascinating abilities to take down Fuse and Elliott, using only two wingman shots and their infamous axe."

The cameras turned to Bloodhound who looked between them and the host nervously. Elliott gave them his most comforting smile, to which they seemed to catch his eye and let out a deep breath.

"You make it sound easy, felagi," Hound spoke, voice steady.

"Many of your fans admire your dedication to training and developing your own technology to use alongside your strength. Tell us, how does it work?"

Elliott watched as Bloodhound began to explain their scanner. They described the way in which their faith drove them to such a design, while their All-father had lead them in training to hunt, survive, strengthen their body and mind for their journey in life. He watched as their shoulders relaxed further as they passionately spoke alongside hand gestures and those wonderfully expressive tilts of the head. He wanted to hear so much more about their life before the games, in between games, all those quiet, personal little moments, every high and low. They always had such a melodic way of recalling tales and memories. Their body spoke along with their words, and he often wondered if their face was just as expressive, just and beautiful as their voice as they trailed on in their stories.

He was smiling at them the whole way through, occasionally looking to Fuse to find him doing exactly the same thing. 

When the host had finished asking them questions, Fuse spoke up.

"They're a bloody good cobber and they put in the hard yakka. Another cheer for me mate, eh?" 

Elliott nodded, clapping in Bloodhound's direction - who once again appeared bashful as the crowd roared with cheers. 

The remainder of the interview was pretty tame, aside from a few terrible jokes on Fuse's part that had Elliott groaning into the palms of his hands. Though he couldn't help but chuckle a little, especially with the gorgeous, gleefully mischievous grin Fuse had as he watched Elliott's despair. 

As they left the hall they were handed wrist bands with scanner I.D. chips, which would allow each of them to open their hotel room doors, and the doors of various facilities around the building. They had one hour to relax and unpack, if they wished, before the fan-meet.

The three of them were going to be sharing a large, three-bedroom suite, which shared an open plan living room and kitchenette. Large, plush chairs and sofas sat around a stylish coffee table and wall-mounted TV, with one wall lined with bookcases that Hound made a beeline for. The kitchenette consisted of a small, well-stocked bar and shelved stuffed with snacks and ready meals, should they prefer a night in, rather than partake in the buffet meals downstairs. Each of the expansive king-size rooms had en suite bathrooms, beds covered in soft sheets and fluffy blankets, a comfortable armchair, a floor-to-ceiling mirror and a small walk-in wardrobe. 

Elliott was ecstatic once again, throwing open his own bedroom door and practically bouncing into the wardrobe, in which his bags had already been placed, alongside a few sets of clothing hung up in covers, presumably for the one or two other interviews taking place in Psamthe in the coming days. 

"Oh wow, these outfits are stunning!" Elliott was yelling at the others, still in the shared living room. "I mean, you guys both looked brilliant today! I mean, you both always look gorgeous as is- wait, no- I mean, oh screw it, you're both hot as shit." He let himself ramble, seemingly comfortable in the private space and current company.

"Especially in those suits, I mean, Christ, and damn, my designer pulled this one out of the bag. This shade of red kills me!" He turned from his room to leave. "But I gotta tell ya, it was HOT in that hall righ-"

Elliott almost choked finding Fuse leant against the wall outside his bedroom door, jacket removed, shirt unbuttoned to display a firm chest, his eyes blown wide and looking hungrily down at Elliott. He was very close, having nearly walked into the poor man, so much so, he could see his quick glance down to Elliott's lips.

He swallowed hard before Fuse spoke, voice a little lower than usual. "You do look bloody good in red, pup."

Elliott pulled in a sharp breath through his teeth, trying his best to subtly return the dark look Fuse was giving him.

"He's not wrong, Elliott..."

He nearly choked a second time, looking to his other side to find an unfamiliar face.

Familiar person, however. Bloodhound, book in hand, just casually flipping through the pages, maskless.

Elliott had to blink a few times. Hound. Maskless, goggle-less, helmet-less. It was...

"Damn gorgeous, Hound..." Fuse spoke lowly, practically into his ear.

His eyes shamefully raked over their body. The top few buttons to their own shirt were undone, revealing a freckled nape. Dark, wavey hair, plaited in places, framed their angular face, around the jagged scar cutting through their lip, and another, more patchy mark across the left side of the forehead, eating into an eyebrow. Their eyes were dark brown, gentle, kind, almost out of place sitting between such ferocious scars. They had a number of freckles across their cheeks, piercings in their nose, ears and one through their intact eyebrow.

Elliot caught their gaze for the first time and made an attempt to speak.

"Hound, I-I-Y-You look, w-wow, fuck I mean..."

They put the book on a side table beside them and stepped towards him, just into his personal space.

"Thank you, Elliott." They, too, were speaking in a lower tone, and he loved the way his name rolled off their tongue in their accent, the 't's more defined at the end.

They moved just a little closer, Elliott moved back only to find his back met Fuse's chest. He tried to turn but the pair had crowded him even further, barely touching, both radiating heat against him, he felt as if his entire body had lit on fire, adrenaline rushing through veins just from the predatory look Hound gave as they stalked towards him.

"S-so long... as you're comf-comt- cool with us... seeing you... I mean..." His voice suddenly sounded so loud, and he trailed off into a whisper.

Fuse put his chin on his shoulder, now leaning into his back and practically whispering in his ear. "They wouldn't if they weren't "cool", pup..."

Fuck, that pet name again. Elliott was dangerously close to getting hard - scratch that, dangerously close to becoming fully hard. Hound chuckled as he continued to fidget lightly between them.

"Wait," Elliott turned to Fuse, which was more of a direct look into his eyes. "You've seen them, before?" He had to look away as Fuse licked his lips before responding. Hound placed a hand on his shoulder and he stilled, now gasping as his breath all but left him.

"He has been a good friend, has earned my trust, as have you, Elskan..."

"Oh..." Another of their hands found his other shoulder, trailing down his chest, all he could do was watch their eyes. "I'm... honoured..."

"I would like to show you both more," They blushed, grinning at the floor for a moment, before looking between the two men. Fuse placed his hands on Elliott's hips, where one of Hound's met him and slid their fingers between the other's. "If you are both willing..."

"Didn't think you had your eye on me too, darlin'" Fuse chuckled and gently pushed into Elliott from behind. Elliott whimpered and looked back up, still trying to catch his breath as he felt what was undeniably Fuse's erection dig into his ass cheek. Elliott shifted and both men groaned slightly at the movement.

Hound growled in response, pressing a little more roughly into the front of Elliott, and Good Lord, another large bulge pressed into him, rubbing against his own hard-on. He swallowed hard, tilting his head back against Fuse and looked to the ceiling, dizzy with sensation.

"Elskan, dearest, will you join us?"

What a fucking proposition that was: presumably unimaginably amazing sex with two of the most attractive players in the Apex games, both of whom were currently running their hands all over him in the doorway to his bedroom in their fucking private hotel suite, at day one of an expensive and luxurious vacation for just the three of them. Right now, he had god-knows-how-many-seasons reigning champion Bloodhound, and "Saviour of Salvo" Fuse Fitzroy, rubbing what was, probably, large and hard cocks over his body like they were starved of him. What he'd done exactly to end up here, he wasn't sure. Well, that was a lie, he was good looking, REAL good looking, especially in red, Fuse liked him in red...

"Elskan, tell me..." Thie voice was a little distant.

And then after this unimaginably amazing sex with the two most attractive players in the Apex games, there would be the possibility of another round of unimaginably amazing sex, seeing as they were currently living and travelling together, staying in hotels with large beds and bathtubs and showers and only handful of interviews in between.

Unless the two most attractive players in the Apex games decided he wasn't quite up to par and chose to continue whatever this was by themselves, leaving Elliott to pretend it was just a fun, one-time thing, when actually, he really, REALLY hoped it wouldn't be...

"Elliott?"

Which of course, he would pretend he was fine with it all. He had been single a while, right? He was fine with that, absolutely fine. But not really. He'd already previously accepted that he'd developed pretty strong feelings for these two, above just some primal urge to get beneath and/or on top of them, but also to care for them. This revelation was frightening in itself but finding joy in even the slightest sliver of domestically with the pair, together or otherwise, was absolute bliss and felt like coming home after a long day. Only having to then leave again for work after the fleeting moment had passed. It was heaven and torture all rolled into one, like he didn't have to pretend everything was 'okay' all the time and just relax, indulge.

But then came the real earth-shattering thought of did they even feel the same way?

I mean, it was fairly obvious they both wanted him right now, physically. But was that all? Not only was there that deep-seated fear of not being good enough to satisfy the two sexually to a degree that meant further encounters of such a nature, but NOW there was that gut-wrenching anxiety that swirled and twisted through his gut that asked do they even love me?

"Elliott! Mate, breathe!"

Elliott blinked tears from his eyes and brought in a deep lungful of air, his vision spinning and blurring as he instinctively moved away from the two to lean against his doorframe, gasping and clutching at his own arms as he curled in against himself. He grabbed at the doorframe to steady himself.

"Hey, Hey, El, look at me," Fuse placed a hand on his shoulder but Elliott couldn't help but flinch away, stepping back into his room as Hound reached out to stop him from falling. He stumbled backwards again.

The broken, worried, grief-stricken looks on their faces brought a harsh twist of guilt to his gut, as they cautiously stood in the doorway. 

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Fuck J-J-Just-t-t... I'm sorry..."

Elliott fell back to the floor, curling into a ball at the foot of his bed.

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Fuse felt his heart practically shatter as Elliott backed away suddenly. His face was twisted, eyes wet and so suddenly filled with fear, Fuse tried desperately to reach out but he flinched from his touch. It takes a lot to rattle ol' Fusey but this was enough to bring a genuine feeling of horrific guilt into his chest where it settled, a heavy presence. Elliott fell to the floor, back against the end of his bed, knees up to his chest and arms wrapped around it, his breath ragged.

He exchanged one single look with an equally guilt-ridden Bloodhound before moving closer, slowly, and sitting beside Elliott, just outside of his personal space. Hound knelt before him.

"Elliott, breathe with me, mate," The deep, ragged and desperate gulps of air from Elliott continued. "Please mate, like you did for me before, ey?"

Elliott peeked over his arms to Fuse, who despite feeling another sting of worry and guilt and terrible, terrible responsibility for his state, smiled, and very gently took his hand. He began animatedly breathing in and out, gesturing with his free hand to help the younger man into a steady rhythm. The redness of his face slowly seeped away, and his posture uncurled itself, eventually pulling his arms open and squeezing Fuse's hand in thanks.

"Elskan," Hound placed a hand on his, rubbing circles into his skin with their thumb, voice wavering ever so slightly. "Talk to us, if you can. We will not press you but..."

"Did we fuck it up?" Fuse added.

"Perhaps we were to forward... I thought you..." Hound gestured to him.

Elliott let out a long sigh and shook his head. "No, no god no. You guys were... wow, I mean, yeah I want to, with you, BOTH, I mean. Um..."

Fuse shuffled, moving a little closer, but never touching more than his hand in his. "Easy mate, take your time. If it's easier we can do this late-"

"No, no I should... Uh, get this out n-now. Just... phew..."

There was a moment of silence and Elliott screwed his face up in thought. Fuse continued to smile as Elliott put his words together. His stomach was wound tight in both anticipation and fear. One second, the poor bloke was sporting a hard-on between him and his bloody gorgeous mate, spilling out the most delicious sounds Fuse could ever hope to hear, the next he's curled into a ball, a broken man, a face Fuse has never seen and hopes he would never have to again.

Although, that's the thing with trauma, kinda sticks around. This is a time Elliott needed someone close.

"I, uh... I've been left, alone, by a lot of people..." Elliott finally spoke, staring at the ground between his legs. The air is suddenly thick as smoke. Hound and Fuse waited, listening. "Lost most of my family, Brothers..." A shaky breath in and out. "Exes, quite a few of them were a little... one-sided and ended uh... it-it-it was rough. I worry that I'll get left again or-or they don't actually l-lov-lov- like me..."

"Haven't really gone for anything serious in a while and well... You both... fuck... I got scared it wasn't real and then...but..."

Hound placed a gentle hand on his cheek. "We will not hurt you. Should you need time to tell us more, we will wait..."

Elliott shook his head again, lip, almost broken, between his worrying teeth, face screwed up in concentration.

Fuck this.

"Well mate, I ain't the best with talkin' bout feelings and shit, but uh, I've had me eye on you for a while. And you, Hound." He felt his face heat a little. Usually, that didn't happen. "Fuck, I think it's a little more serious than that, eh." He looked away, scratching the back of his head. He looked back into Elliott's face smiling, widely. He nodded at the ground.

He looked up as Hound took his free hand in their own. "I suppose, I should..." They look to Elliott, his face was now concerned. They look at their hand in his. "I believe I have fallen for the both of you. More so that I could admit." 

Elliott was grinning widely, Hound still looked anxious.

"Elliott, we got carried away, should have talked about this before we-"

Elliott sat forward and took Hound's face in his hands. "Please, don't. I-I- should have said something, let my he-head get in the way. Please don't feel glui-guily- bad. It was just a lot, all at once, su-suddenly. I would totally be down for... uh, take two, in future."

"Oh?" Hound tilted their head in his hands with a cheeky smile, glancing at Fuse.

Elliott blushed intensely, turning to Fuse who was now chuckling. 

"Just, let's have a good ol' chat later about it all, right?" The others nodded, Elliott settling back into himself. Fuse felt his whole body release a tightness he didn't realise he was holding, not just since Elliott had become overwhelmed, but, something that had twisted its way into the very base of his heart a long while ago. Again, He wasn't much for talking through feelings, tricky buggers, they were. But he knew this was the start of something, rather nice.

"Oh! and y'know, for the record... I think I'm kinda, y'know... Fuck... In... love... with both of you... too..."

Fuse and Hound exchanged a knowing look, with large grins on their face, before both diving into Elliott, tackling him to the floor. Elliott practically squealed in surprise, Fuse holding his back against his own chest, grappling him, as Hound grabbed his face and peppered gentle kisses over it.

Elliott laughed, wonderful, loud, full of joy, like fuckin' music. Fuse felt like he was back in the schoolyard, messin' about with old mates, causing mischief with laughter everywhere. A small respite from the rest of the world. 

Home. 

The three stilled, enjoying the moment, sandwiched together on the bedroom floor, Hound wiping any tears left on Elliott's cheeks. Fuse letting the feeling sink in, for the first time, properly, in many, many long years. The feeling that he was absolutely, one hundred per cent, fucked.

A shrill beeping caused the three to jump, as Fuse recognised the tone and pulled his phone from his pocket, to find a text message from the organisers.

He sighed. "Alright you buggers, 15 minutes until the fan event." He looked down at Elliott, mascara running and lipstick smudged. "Think we should get you lookin' less... damp."

Hound chuckled, kneeling and standing as Elliott dabbed his face to find dark makeup coming away. Hound held a hand out to him to get him to stand and pulled him to the armchair.

"Let me assist you, one moment."

They left the room as Fuse got to his feet, stretching from the awkward position on the floor.

"Thank you..."

Fuse turned to Elliott, who was smiling up at him bashfully, still looking a little small, curled in on himself.

Fuse smiled. "Just returning the favour, mate."

Elliott nods. "Just not everyone, gets it... right?"

The old man nods, as Hound returns with a small travel bag. Kneeling before Elliott, they pulled a pack of wipes from the bag. Elliott made a move to take them, only to have them pulled back. 

"Let me, elskan." They said, almost sternly. Fuse watched Elliott blush and sit back, as Hound gently began to remove the younger Legend's ruined makeup.

Fuse turned to the shared living room, headed for the small bar. He pulled out a beer, popping the cap off as taking a long, cool sip. He felt happy. Happier than he'd been in a long time. Content, even. But it was still a big, daunting change. This meant letting people into his life, letting them see him up-close, his every move, letting them into his mind, thoughts, fears, history, future. He took another swig, trying to calm his mind. 

They can talk this through later. They can all just, go slow, on the whole, intimately knowing each other's trauma. He was sure from the various tidbits the pair had spilt that they both had their fair share, but that kind of development in a relationship usually ended with Fuse alone. He sighed, leaning over the bar, running his hand through his hair. He could see why Elliott got overwhelmed so quickly. Fuse had always managed to keep sex and intimacy separate to some degree; had a few mates he only saw for a quick fuck when he needed, one-nighters, make them breakfast in the morning with a thank you and a gracious goodbye. He'd always be a gentleman about it, but getting any further was often... avoided. 

A spout of giggles from Elliot's room broke his train of thought. He hadn't realised his face had screwed up in anxiety, and so he shook himself free of the feeling and turned to see the other too leaving the room. Hound lead Elliott by his hand, squeezing it with a smile in his direction and moving to put their mask and goggles back on. Elliott grinned wide and bashfully turned to Fuse who chuckled at him.

"Aww that's better," He stepped towards the younger man and gently took his chin in his hands, "Beautiful, as always."

Elliott blushed bright red, looking up at Fuse between long eyelashes. 

Another loud beep signalled ten minutes until the fan-meet. Fuse stepped back and Elliott almost followed his touch like a lost puppy. It made Fuse want to run his hands all over him again, whisper praise and love and caring words.

One hundred per cent - fucked.

As the three made their way back to the hall, they tried their best to keep their distance. Elliott was a little more touchy-feely than usual; hand on a shoulder where he could, a hand brushing over another, even stopping Hound to adjust part of their shirt front. Hound looked like they had a hard time restraining themselves from similar soft gestures, going still and whispering a small thankyou.

But he was smiling, and that was all that mattered.

The fan-meet went well. Fuse signed more pictures of himself than he knew existed, then posed for more, answered questions, a few a little inappropriate. But with the security detail hovering around, no one dared try anything beyond that. Fuse had a few weird fans, the weirdest being youngens trying their luck. Fuse would gently tell them they had better things to be doing at their age, only for the fan to pull a complete one-eighty and tell him he was a pervert.

Didn't make sense.

The last fans were a couple about his age, originally from Salvo, chatting away about their business taking off, asking about Wally and the eye he lost in the Bone cage, lovely pair. As security told them their time was up, Fuse actually felt a little disappointed. Some of these fans were bloody lovely. He waved them off and turned to find Elliott waiting patiently for him to be finished.

He looked excited, Fuse couldn't help but mirror his infectious smile, as Elliott bounced on the balls of his feet.

"What's got you all excited, eh?" Walter spoke lowly.

Elliott grinned, blushing. "Sorry, guess I'm a little giddy..." He scratched that back of his head. "Hound is almost done." He gestured to where Hound was chatting animatedly to a group of people, a big family, it seemed, telling a story from ancient Norse history.

The family included a pair of twins, not much older than 10 years, who looked up at Hound with big, shining eyes. Fuse highly doubted they watched the bloodsport, but who knows, if the whole family was into it, it's hard to keep kids away from the TV, or, holoscreen, whatever.

"Instead, the dwarves sewed the trickster's, Loki's mouth shut," Hound mimed sewing in front of one of twin's face, who giggled, "So as not to hear any more of his clever, but irritating, words."

"I could listen to 'em all day, man," Elliott muttered, almost to himself. Fuse hummed in agreement.

The last of the fans were ushered out, and the three champions were given the rest of the day off, with another interview away from the hotel in two days. That gave them a whole day to relax.

Fuse let out a sigh as he sank into the large, squishy sofa in their shared suite. The others sat either side of him, not before Hound carefully removed the various pieces of their mask.

"So..." Hound began. "I think perhaps... this is best kept to ourselves for the time being... please,"

Elliott sat up and nodded. "Ofcourse, yeah, um, if you don't mind, is there any parta-partitt-par- certain reason you are uh, secretive?"

Hound tilted their head. "It is simply personal choice. I am more comfortable in the mask, the respirator I need, and I grew tired of explaining scars and the breathlessness." They sighed. "I am here by the Allfather's bidding, not for myself, and-" They took a deep breath. "I am... apprehensive, of people..."

"Whatever you need Houndy, I understand." Elliott nodded, turning to Fuse. "Anything you wanna, uh, specify?"

"I ain't fussed by the speed of things, just, uh, my personal life is a fuckin mess, you ain't getting that out faster than it needs to come, right?"

"I think we are all in the same situation there, elskan," Hound placed a hand on his thigh.

"Yeah, that's a given, ha. Also, Hound, been meaning to ask, what does "elskan" mean?" Elliott asked, leaning closer into Fuse, masking it as moving closer to Hound in conversation.

They blushed, lightly, stuttering. "A-ah, it means... dearest, darling... elskan min is... my love..." They looked up at Fuse and back to Elliott. "Is that alright?"

Elliott nodded and Fuse grinned, "Call me what you like pup, I ain't shy," He leaned in close to mutter into their ear, their blush spreading up to their ears. They swatted him away playfully.

"The other thing I wanted to ask about... is... uh... sex..." Elliot's face took a turn to turn red, looking away from the others shyly.

"Oh don't tell me you ain't done it before, mate? A beaut like you?" Fuse teased, Elliott pouted at him.

"I have, old man, with both sets of parts, thankyou!" 

"Aww, he's such a prude," Fuse laughed, Hound rolled their eyes. "Just say dick and cunt, mate,"

"Don't tease him he might burst," Hound pushed at Fuse's chest and Elliott's face turned another shade darker.

"Sorry mate, can't help it, you're bloody cute when you blush."

"Not helping," Elliott threw his face into his hands and groaned. "I just wanted to ask if you guys were cool with sex, or whether you wanted to wait a bit. Personally, I'm cool with whatever, just, I need reassurance sometimes and, so, uh, maybe we get into it, uh, slowly... but also, fuck, I've thought about it way too much, and like, it's been a while, I could just get on my knees right now I swear! God I sound like slut but whatever, I know your both packin, but I could take it, I bet..." He looked up from the floor. "Am I rambling again..."

Fuse stared at the younger man beside him. Images of the poor bloke alone in his room, hand in his pants, his name on his lips, bucking and twitching as his mind ran wild. And oh, the image of Elliott on his knees was enough to have his dick jump in interest, his heart hammering in his chest so suddenly it caught him off guard. He took in a sharp breath through his teeth.

Elliott on his knees, Elliott taking the both of them, him and Hound, stretching him, or in his mouth, drool and spit and cum dripping down his chin...

Elliott's jaw dropped as Fuse palmed his own semi-hard-on, looking at Hound who had stood, moving before Elliott who was still sitting. His mouth at the same level as their stomach. They leaned down over him, pushing him to lean back against the sofa.

"You run your mouth in the prettiest ways sometimes..." They said softly, whispering into his ear. Elliott swallowed hard, and Fuse leant a little closer. 

"You need to watch what your saying, darlin'," Fuse took Elliott's chin in his hand and pulled his gaze to meet his. "Do you want any of this? Now? You tell us what you need, ol' Fusey and Hound got you, slow if you need it,"

"But you just need to say no and we will move away... advance no further..." Hound whispered and moved to sit at his other side, still close. "Take a moment..."

"We aren't going anywhere, pup, I really, really wanna go for something here..." Fuse gently leant into him, his lips close to him.

"As do I, Elliott... My affections are for you, not your body."

Elliott looked back and forth between the two, a small smile on his lips, eyes calm, but still a little nervous. "Okay, yeah... but, maybe, just, uh... maybe just uh the basics like..." He was blushing again.

"Well, you want a handy? Blowy? What?"

"Walter, ugh..." Elliott chuckled. 

"Kisses? Marks? Bites?" Hound began to join in on the teasing, giggling.

"We rootin'? Fuckin'? Wanna touch dicks?"

"Want to watch us touch dicks?"

"Oh, My God, stop it. Both of you." Elliott groaned again, leaning back into the chair, sighing.

"Kisses, yes. Hand job, yes. Blow job, yes. And can I..." He huffed, "I wanna get on my knees and suck your dicks." He looked to Hound. "I'm assuming that was a dick and not a knife in your pocket...earlier..."

Hound nodded, grinning as they leant into him, nuzzling into his neck.

"Is-is it alright to call i-it-" Hound lapped at his throat. "Oh, boy... is it alright to call it that?"

"Yes, elskan, thank you," They were practically on top of the poor bloke.

Fuse pulled him back, to sit between his legs, one on the floor and one pressed against the back of the sofa. He sucked in a breath and Elliott moved against his cock, reaching around to hold his hips still. He looked up at Hound.

"You wanna kiss him first? eh?" He licked his lips, Elliott squirming in his hold.

"You spoil me, Walter..." 

Fuse watched their eyes flutter closed and crawl towards Elliott, who melted as their lips met. Fuse practically growled watching the scene, as Hound left soft, gentle kisses for the younger man to drink up like he was dying for it.

Fuse kissed into his neck, muttering against soft skin, "What a pair of beauts... fuck..."

Hound pulled away, hands roaming Elliott's chest and meeting his gaze for a moment.

"Alright? Too fast?"

"No, perfect,"

"Slow and steady, darlin'" Fuse shifted as Elliott turned back to him and pulled him close, lips meeting.

He tasted fresh, sweet, and his lips parted far too willingly when Walter pushed his tongue forward. He gripped the younger man's hips tightly when he bit at Fuse's lip, whimpering into his mouth as he was pulled down against Fuse's now fully hard cock.

"That alright, sweetheart?" God, he sounded wrecked, voice husky, he'd only kissed the lad. Elliott was in no better state, nodding breathlessly. 

Hound moved from where they had been patiently waiting to capture Walters lips with their own, grabbing at his hair to pull him closer. They tasted richer, like dark chocolate and wood smoke.

"So delicious.. ah!"

Elliott had grabbed their hips and pulled them down against his own, the friction catching them by surprise, glaring down at Elliott mischievously. They leant down into him, hips moving slowly, in fluid motions over his, pushing him against Fuse as they did, while mouthing into his neck.

Elliott let out a long, drawn-out moan, his head now thrown back onto Fuse's shoulder. Fuse groaned into his ear with every thrust.

"God, fuck," Fuse groped at Elliott's ass. "This thing is fucking perfect, hah, ah, fits against me so well, eh?" His breath was short, and Elliott whimpered at the words, arching his back as Fuse grabbed at him.

Hound tugged at Elliott's shirt, catching his eye and stilling until he nodded, sitting up to pull it off with their help.

"Gods..." Their mouth found his chest and the younger man arched into their touch again. 

"Sensitive, eh darlin'?"

"Fuck," He was so lost in the feeling, "Fucking love it when you call me that... the stupid pet names... ah!"

Walter raised a brow, pulling his ass against his cock again, "Ya do, huh? let's see what we can come up with, eh?"

Elliott whined again, and Hound began to reach for his trousers, waiting for his permission. Elliott gave another nod, the hunter wasting no time in pulling his cock free, looking up at Elliott, and Fuse, now looking down over his shoulder. Fuse practically picked Elliott up, keeping him in his lap, turning to lean against the back of the sofa, Hound kneeling between his legs.

Walter reached down to press a thumb into their mouth. They lapped at him eagerly and Elliott watched in awe, Fuse's large fingers slipping into their mouth and their eyes rolling back.

"Think this one has a thing for getting their mouth full eh, sweetheart?" Elliott groaned, Fuse watched his dick jump at the name. Elliott was a decent size, just about average. He pulled away from Hounds mouth, fingers slick with saliva, and slid his hand down Elliott's cock.

"Oh fuck! Walter! Ah, Ah, Hah, shit..." He gripped at the edge of the sofa for a moment, hips bucking into his hand as Hound watched, hands rubbing along Elliot's thighs.

"God your hands look so big... shit... Hound you look so good, please... please..."

Fuse continued to jerk him off, painfully slowly, growling at every noise the trickster made. Hound mouthed at his balls, groaning and pressing his hips down into Walters to still him. He was making a detailed list of everything the pair were into right here, it was driving him crazy.

Elliott seemingly enjoying being manhandled, used, his large hands, or perhaps a size thing, the pet names, Hound wanted their mouth filled, oral fixation right there.

"God, you two are fucking perfect, look at this, ah..." He pulled his hand away, Elliott trying to follow his touch and Hound pushed him back again. Fuse grabbed Hound's hair, to which they whined softly, noted, and pulled them closer to Elliott's dick.

"Ah! Hound, baby, I- fuck!"

"That good, love? Is their mouth good, eh?" Fuse watched Hound take all of him like it was nothing, eyelids drooping and humming in pleasure.

"Look at, you, love being the centre of attention, don't ya?"

"Y-Yes! Fuck!"

Elliott was a wreck, stuttering, mumbling, arched back against Fuse, grabbing at his arms to steady himself, whimpering and moaning with every move.

Hound pulled back for a moment to breathe, Elliott's chest rising and falling. "So good for us, Elskan, such wonderful sounds for us..." They took Elliott in their mouth again, moving slowly, eyes fluttering closed again.

"Such a good boy, eh?"

"Oooh! Ah, fuck!"

"Like that one, eh?"

"Yes, yes fuck... L-love it when you... fuck... tell me...Ah!"

"When I tell you your good? Oh, fuck me, your fucking perfect you are..."

"Please, please, touch me, Walter, ah!"

"Love hearing my name like that, fuck, that's it pup..." Walter used one hand to pull his legs further apart, and the other to pinch his nipple, rolling the bud between large fingers. Elliott was practically shouting now, Hound had sped up their movements, grabbing at his ass to lift his hip in time with their head.

"You gonna come for us soon, baby boy?"

Elliott, much to both Fuse and Hound's surprise, came right then. Hound stilled, swallowing around Elliott's cock, eyebrows knitting in pleasure. Fuse held him still as he thrust upwards uncontrollably, seemingly caught off guard himself.

"Ah! shit! Oh, my God, Hound... I'm sorry I... fuck I didn't... shit, ah! Ah!" Elliott rambled apologetically, limply reaching out to Hound, who didn't seem to mind, lapping the last drops from the head as Elliott grew sensitive.

"Elskan, please, don't worry." They rose to lean over him, pressing into him for a long, deep kiss, Elliott melting against Fuse all over again. They moved to give the same to Fuse, the musky taste of cum on their tongue. Fuse groaned, biting at their lip as they pulled back, only to receive a hungry glare as they moved to kiss him more feverishly.

"You have a dirty mouth, old man..." Hound growled into his mouth as Fuse chuckled, reach around to grab at their ass, making them yelp.

Elliott rolled his head back, watching. "Fuck, you two... gonna kill me..."

Hound chuckled into Fuse's lips, hands running through his hair as Elliott nuzzled into their neck, Walter's hands at their hips, pulling them closer over Elliott. Fuse then pulled away, speaking into Elliott's ear.

"Now, if it's alright with you, sweetheart," Hound took Elliott's face in their hands and softly stroked at his cheeks as he spoke.

"I'd really love to see you on your knees."

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Elliott practically shoved the pair from himself and dropped to his knees, carefully positioning himself comfortably. His cock still hung from the front of his open trousers, chest flushed and heaving, still breathless after his release. His hands balled into fist lead on his thighs, as he turned to look up at the other two still sat on the sofa, eyes dark and eyelashes fluttering, he looked far too innocent for what Hound knew he wanted them to do.

They let out a long breath at the sight, breath catching in their chest for just a moment. Letting out a small cough, the others shot them a concerned glance.

They put up a hand. "One moment, please..." They stood to retrieve their respirator, feeling the gaze of the other two following them the whole way. They clipped the mask over their face and took a deep inhale. Feeling the sting in their chest fade, they turned back to Elliott, making a beeline for the man. 

"Now, Elskan, tell me more of that little fantasy of yours." They cupped his chin, oh so gently, their free hand palming their own erection, right in front of the trickster's mouth. His eyes trained on the hand pressing onto themselves, mouth practically watering. Bloodhound chuckled.

"Don't be shy, little one..."

Elliott groaned, as they saw his dick twitch and begin to harden again. They watched him swallow hard, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. 

Hound was on fire. Every element of their being was alight with want and pleasure and Elliott and Fuse were just dishing out everything they could want. Watching Fuse manhandle Elliott and whisper the dirtiest things in his ear, while they filled their mouth with his cock and swallowed him down... Gods, they had not expected this earlier, not after Elliott needed to have a break. And that is why they wanted to give him plenty of time to ground himself right now, before moving into the next part. Because Allfather, they would not have so much hesitance once that mouth was on them.

Elliott continued to stare at them, eyes flickering to Fuse, still sat, legs spread on the sofa, cock well defined through his tight trousers.

They pulled his head up to meet their eyes. "Elliott, tell us what you want, darling. Else we will leave it for now, if you need us to..."

"Fuck, sorry, no, I'm okay... Can I?" His hand rise to their hips, thumbing their waistband.

They pulled their hands back and let him unbutton the fastenings, pulling their trousers and briefs down to their ankles, so slowly, looking over the newly exposed skin in ecstasy. His hands slid up around their toned calves and thighs, fingers tracing scars and tattoos, with one hand squeezing the tight flesh and pulling a small whimper from their lips. 

"I want, to take you like this... with my mouth... Please..." His hands slid further up, reaching under their shirt to more firmly squeeze their ass, pulling them a step closer to his face. They let out another whimper, almost pathetic sounding, as they heard Fuse frantically removing his trousers from the sofa. 

His hands hesitated at the bottom of their shirt, still covering their straining cock, when they all but tore the thing over their head. Their erection stood in front of hungry eyes now, as Elliott trailed those damn hands over their hips again, squeezing and rubbing and all the while looking up at them with large, glassy eyes.

"Fuck me Hound, look at you... Fuckin' specimen over here..." Fuse was muttering to himself, slowly stroking himself, watching the pair before them. 

"Walter... do you..." Another sharp whimper as Elliott grabbed their ass in both hands, turning them gently to admire their thick cock, mere centimetres from his mouth.

"Nah, you carry on Hound, give me a show, eh?"

Hound licked their lips, watching as Fuse slowly moved his hand over his impressive length, couldn't help but imagine the flavour of it, how deep it would press within them, how it would move against his stomach as they took him themselves.

"Ahh-ah! Oh, Gods, enough with your teasing..." They scolded Elliott breathlessly and he squeezed their sensitive flesh again, this time mouthing at the inside of their hip aswell. His eyes were screwed shut but flew open as they pulled his head back by his hair, a breathless moan falling from his mouth.

"Now, hah, tell us, your little fantasy, Elliott..." They took a deep inhale. "You, on your knees, taking us in your mouth, yes?"

Elliott nodded, eyes heavily lidded and glazed over. His eyes trained on their hand as it reached for their cock, grunting as they gave themselves a few gentle strokes.

"Come then, start with this, see if you can take it..."

They leant forward and using their grip on his hair, guided themselves into his open mouth. He immediately hollowed his cheeks, using his grip on their hips to move over them, their thickness preventing his lips from reaching the base but length seemed to be no issue and he swallowed around him. Their back arched slightly as the tight, wet and warm mouth closed around their cock, letting out a long, low groan as they did.

"Gods, Ah, Ah! Elliott..." Their free hand settled on the front of his throat, feeling it bulge as he took them into his throat and swallowed. "Fuck, Fuck Elskan, how are you...Uuugh..."

Elliott was moving like he had done nothing but suck dick his whole life, almost desperate in taking them down, tongue at their head, slit, along the underside and lips pressing in just perfectly as they dragged down their length and up again, whimpering quietly with each action. Hound lost track of everything his mouth was doing, melting into the bliss. 

Elliott pulled off for just a moment, one hand slipping to his own hard-on, desperately pumping himself despite his recent release.

"Walt, please, need you too," His voice was hoarse and expression just wrecked as Walter stood, throwing his underwear to his knees and moving next to Hound. Elliott managed to guide him to press closer to Hound, their lengths almost together, as Elliott dipped down again to somehow, Gods, take the very ends of them both into his mouth.

Hound could only stare, lip between their teeth and whimpering loudly as their cock rubbed alongside Walters and pressed into the warmth that was Elliott's mouth. They threw their head back and grasped at Fuse's arm, nails digging into the flesh just to ground themselves.

"Fuck, shit, just like that darlin', god, Hound, look at him, so beautiful, perfect, FUCK!"

Fuse was getting loud, but every word of praise had Elliott shaking, clearly incredibly overwhelmed as they both stared down at him pumping his own cock faster.

"Look at what you do to us, Elskan..." They spoke breathlessly, and Elliott's eyes practically rolled back in his head. "Make us, ah, hunger for you, little one..."

As he tried to take them deeper into his mouth he suddenly arched back and off them, leaning on his free arm, frantically stroking himself before coming over his stomach. Again.

"Bloody hell, mate..." Walter was as dumbfounded as them, a hand now gently moving around their waist to help steady them. They shivered at the sensation, so hard and body so alight in sensation.

"Sorry, shit... I should have said... I, huh, ah, have a really, really short... refractory period..." Elliott bashfully looked down at himself, cock twitching still. "It's... I.. sorry,"

Hound grinned down at him in their haze, "That is nothing to be sorry for, Elskan..." They looked up at Fuse, his lips were so close to theirs. "We can have some fun with that, in future perhaps,"

They removed their respirator, throwing it to the floor without breaking his gaze. They leant in, Walter following their lips with his eyes, letting him get closer.

"But I am so, gods... so close, I need, hmmf..." Fuse pushed their mouths together, desperate and deep. He turned them in his arms, metal grasping at their back and pressing them close, flesh grasping them in his large hand, pressing both their cocks together and stroking.

Fuse moved to mouth at their throat, and they let their head fall back with a sigh, legs already growing weak and the pleasure coursed through them again. The older man's movements were quick, frantic even, they moaned loudly as they felt themselves near release.

They caught Elliott's gaze over Fuse's shoulder and gaped. He was still hard, stroking slowly, jittering from sensitivity but bucking up into his own hand without much self-control. He looked so desperate, drowning in pleasure as he seemed to near climax once again. 

"Elliott! My gods, fuck... Walter, he... Ah! Ah! Elskan, elskan min, Ég er nálægt, Ég er nálægt! Please, fuck! Ah!"

"That's it pup, I've got ya," They clung to Walter's back as he moved his hand across their flesh even faster, clawing at the muscular back holding them up as their knees buckled. Fuse shuffled back to sit on the couch, pulling Bloodhound to straddle his lap. Walter was grunting with each pump of his fist, whispering into their ear. "Fuck Hound, like that? Huh? God, fuck I'm damn close, come for me, pup, come on, Fuck!"

Hound tensed, back arching and bit down into Fuse's shoulder without thinking, coming hard and painting Walter's hand with come, eyes screwed shut and rutting gently against him, whimpering into his shoulder. 

"Fuck yeah, shit-" Elliott choked on his words as he came once again, Hound briefly noted him sitting back to try and catch his breath and whimpered, sensitive.

"That's it, hold on for me, just- Ah!" Walter let out one particularly drawn-out moan as he shook against Hound, breathing heavily.

Hound took his cheeks in their hands and kissed him hard, melting into his touch as they both came down from such intense pleasure. They were dizzy, skin tingling and sensitive in the most wonderful way. Their limbs were heavy, yet they felt light as air, looking down at the wonderful smile Walter was giving them.

Suddenly, a harsh cough wracked their body, clinging to Walter's shoulders. Elliott moved quickly to retrieve their respirator and press it to their face. They took a few deep, ragged breaths, the other two frozen, watching, a moment of worry. They sighed, gave them both a thumbs up, and the pair relaxed. Fuse shuffled then, lying back on the sofa, positioning Hound to drape over his left side, motioning for Elliott to join him on his right.

Elliott looked up, gesturing to himself. "I need to cle-"

"Fuck that, mate, Fusey needs a cuddle."

Hound chuckled as Elliott grinned and stood, flopping onto the sofa shuffling to lie back into Fuse's lap. Walter's metal arm reached down to gently push Elliott's hair from his eyes as he looked up at him tenderly. Elliott let out the sweetest of smiles, looking up at Walter with such adoration, Hound had to take a moment. Seeing the pair so intimate, but the actions so full of care and affection, the two people they had grown closer and closer to these past months, so utterly devoted at this moment. They placed a hand on Fuse's chest, he still had his shirt on but it was ruined, covered in their own, and his come. They felt some dull ache in their gut that felt like strong possession, their eyes flicking up to the bite mark they left on his flesh shoulder. They gazed down to Elliott, whose kind eyes moved to meet theirs, Fuse's hand now thread through his hair in a tender action. Hound smiled widely, feeling so utterly comfortable for the first time in a long time.

"So... uh, was that okay? I uh- I get a little caught up in it..." Elliott began to babble a little. Hound could only lean over to kiss him gently, pulling back slowly to look into his eyes up close.

"You were perfect, Elskan." Elliott turned bright red, grinning and shuffling further into Fuse's lap.

"As were you, Walter." They leant back into his shoulder, nuzzling against his neck and letting out a deep sigh.

Fuse just smiled, head tilting back into the sofa.

"Yeah, I'm gonna need a nap right about now..." Fuse yawned, eyes closing as he got comfortable.

"Go ahead, Old man." Hound teased, raising their eyebrows in mockery to Elliott.

Fuse spoke without opening his eyes, voice heavy with sleep. "You're just as old as me, Hound."

Elliott looked up at them, "Really? I definitely thought you were younger than Walter."

Fuse looked down at Elliott. "They're probably older than me, how old do I look?"

Elliott grinned. "Y'know, older, but sexy older, like a DILF."

"What the fuck, is a DILF?" Fuse muttered, turning to Hound who chuckled, exchanging looks with Elliott.

Elliott started giggling, and Fuse looked back and forth between them, rolling his eyes.

"Daddy I'd like to fuck." Elliott chuckled.

"Well I don't plan on having kids anytime soon so you're out of luck, ya git."

"Doesn't have to be that kind of Daddy, Walter." Hound grinned down at him as they knelt up.

"Oh, my bloody god you two, keep your heads out the gutter for just a minute, will ya?" He pushed at Hounds side in mock disgust. 

"How can I, with you both naked? Well, almost..." Elliott gestured to Fuse's ruined shirt.

"Yeeeahh, that ain't going back to the organisers. Think the alarms will go off if we burn it?" Fuse looked down, making a face at the mess. "Speaking or organisers, you don't think anyone woulda heard that, do ya?"

Elliott stretched with a yawn. "The room is soundproof, part of the security stuff they organised for us."

"Ah yes, the good boy, who read the hotel paperwork, but not the contract." Hound teased, pinching Elliott's cheek. He pushed them off with a smirk and sat up.

"Okay, I really need to shower now," Elliott looked over himself.

Fuse stood and walked over to his bedroom door, stopping once he'd opened it, looking expectantly at the others.

"Well come on fellas," He walked towards the bathroom with a wink. "Don't keep Daddy waiting!" 

His loud, maniacal laughter grew distant as the other two groaned, exchanged looks, and bolted into Fuse's bathroom.