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“Nigga what?” Smoke can only say after a prolonged coughing fit that almost killed him.
“Just to see what it looks like! I know you. You won't try to steal her. You know she’s mine. But I'm curious.” Stacks mind needs a leash sometimes. That’s usually where he comes in.
“Listen to me. Sometimes it’s better that shit stays a fantasy.” People wanna bring others into their bedrooms like trying to have a kid to save a relationship. Even if it’s a perfect one, it can blow everything to shit.
“I can't stay mad at either of you, so what’s the worst that can happen?” Knows like most of Stack’s wild plans he’s not gonna stop bothering him about it till he gives in. Fine, at least smoke knows that there’s zero chance Mary will be fine with it.
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“I’m fine with it.” Fuck. “Annie already talked me into the whole thing.” What?
“Annie?”
“Trust me, you were the last person to know. Had to be with how touchy you are. I mean if you don’t want to give your brother this one thing, he’d probably understand.” He knows she’s just trying to bait him. It still pisses him off.
“We do things for each other all the time. And this is on a whole nother fucking level. How are you so chill?”
“Well, wouldn’t you be if Annie and Stack wanted to fuck? Or me and Annie?" His mind blanks; he doesn’t understand the point she’s trying to make. This is all too much at once. An overload. “Look, we’re all old friends. We survived worse. Sharing some fluids won't break us.”
“Don’t say it like that.”
“Whatever. The last person keeping these boundaries up is you. If you don’t want it, you don’t want it. But don’t sit on your answer too long, ‘kay?” Excuses herself leaving some bills on the table. It doesn’t cover her full amount owed. He really hates that bitch.
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Stack couldn’t love Mary more. It was obvious on his mirror’s face that he was proud of Mary for talking him into this insane shit. Smoke had some concessions (i.e. no fucking camera), but business talk was nothing for the twins. Now he faces that woman once more. Their audience takes the chairs set facing the bed. Stack’s legs are spread wide, openly fondling himself. Annie is more demure, arms at her sides but eyes glazed, body shifting in her seat.
Smoke and Mary stalk around the room like it's a ring. Meet in the middle, on the bed. Arms locked around the other. Nothing tender about it. Mary kisses him with teeth. And he matches her energy. It's like she’s asking to be tamed. She refuses his every non verbal order. Pushes her down and she arches up. Grips her hip so she’ll stay still and she grinds against him. It's purposeful. It’s a fight and she doesn’t want to lose.
Every scratch is a mark against him. Every bite- a ‘fuck you,’ but she’s not making it easy. When she finally opens up for him it feels like pity, like giving him a free shot.
“You’re being too nice. Be real.” She’s asking for something she can’t handle.
“And give you what you want?” She laughs against his throat and lets a fang graze him there. Smoke feels too pissed to settle. A tension itching under his skin. Time passes and they’re no closer than where they started. “I don’t know what we’re doing this for if I ‘pparently can’t fuck you right.”
“Look at them.” Mary jerks her head to the peanut gallery. Stack pulled himself out. Dick leaking over his fingers and panting with every tug, gold shining in his open mouth. Annie’s dress is pulled up, smooth and ample thighs exposed. Eyebrows furrowed with concentration. He can almost hear the slick noises from her playing with herself. Smoke still Doesn’t understand how they aren’t jealous. He considers what Mary said. About the four of them.
“Annie. Stack.” He calls to them. “Can you two kiss?” Annie’s brows are raised and his twin’s mouth is practically on the floor. The way they look shocked but not disturbed. they’re hesitating for his sake. “I don’t mind.” They know he means his word. He waits for an ugly greeness to take over. For his anger to raise as easily as his fists. But he doesn’t feel heated. Just warm. A nice warmth. The same he feels when hugging his brother or dancing close to Annie.
Smoke looks down at Mary who was already carefully judging his expression. She looks more smug than ever.
“Okay.” She wins.