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Chamber sighed, tracing a finger over the leather arm of the chair, noting how some of the stitches were coming loose with use. 

This was one of Cypher’s nicer hideouts, if the view was anything to go by, but still the place had a distinct old house feeling, with well loved furniture and decoration leaning on more traditional than modern, wood and beiges decorating most of the surfaces, draped with colorful tapestry and covers.

Not exactly Chamber’s style but tasteful enough he could appreciate the beauty in it. It was what he had been doing for a long time now. Staring at furniture, bored out of his mind. He was done with all the setup needed for his next mission and its execution wasn’t even until the day after the next, this was their perfect time to just sit down and relax over some good homemade dinner and wine.

And Cypher decided to keep working instead, once again fixated on the smallest of details and losing track of time with his focus. Really, a good quality but one that did not service Chamber at the moment. There was only so much waiting he could do before he wanted to get his hands on something, he was a man who enjoyed working too, after all, but, sitting in Cypher’s hideout, there wasn’t much he could do. Certainly not play any instruments for there were none in the vicinity, and he had no access to any of his design projects to refine ideas.

He had company at least, but his company was less than chatty. If that was a way to describe Omen.

The wraith arrived even before Chamber and had already made himself comfortable by the time Chamber arrived, sitting cross legged on Cypher’s bed and knitting away. He only stopped to glance at the french man briefly when he walked in, greeting him under his breath before going back to the task at hand. 

He at least acknowledged him again when he spoke up, lifting his head slightly and landing a stare on him that could be felt but not seen.

“It is getting late, non? Come on, I’ll take care of dinner.” Chamber announced, moving towards the door.

“What about Cypher?” Omen questioned, voice coming out rough with disuse. 

“He said we shouldn’t wait for him, so I might as well make us something. Do not worry, I’ll leave him some leftovers. You could assist me, perhaps?” 

Omen hummed in reply, slowly putting his project away. Chamber decided to get ahead and start the preparation. Nothing too fancy of course, perhaps pasta and mushrooms? They had alcohol too for it. Yes, yes, that would work.

He started preparing his cooking space, displaying all the needed ingredients and getting started on heating up the water for the pasta.

Omen gingerly made his way to the countertop, watching silently as Chamber moved. A looming figure.

“Could you chop these for me, then?” He asked and after a little more staring, the wraith obeyed, picking up a knife and starting to cut the mushrooms over a wooden board with a thud.

It was hard to describe exactly what their relationship was like, Chamber and Omen’s. It wasn’t often that the two of them were together, be it in missions or in their spare time. They didn’t share hobbies or interests, and definitely not a fashion sense. Chamber liked to present himself in a certain way: polite, charming, almost flashy but only tastefully so, and Omen was close to the opposite, hiding himself and striking fear into most people’s hearts when he indeed showed up anywhere, closed off and dismissive of most social interactions.

Really, it was hard picturing the two of them having anything in common. But they did have one thing.

In fact, they were… well…

They were fucking the same guy, to put it bluntly.

That was no secret. Cypher had been open about it since the beginning of this “arrangement”, and Chamber didn’t see much of an issue with it. He liked Cypher enough, liked taking him to expensive dates, liked being challenged by him in a way most people couldn’t, liked his voice, liked his humor, liked how intimacy was a risky thing for both of them and how they came to this point of trust Chamber hadn't known in perhaps forever. But at the same time he didn’t mind Cypher having his space to be by himself, or with someone else, as long as there was time for Chamber as well. That the other someone was Omen, though? Well, that was interesting.

He could very clearly picture how it could’ve happened. Cypher was a charming man himself, after all, so he understood falling for a man like him. But still it was hard to believe the resident ghost of the VALORANT protocol would let anyone get that close, or that he’d have initiative for any of it. Whatever it was Cypher did, it worked. Omen was loyal to a fault and often seemed to trail the spy like a real living shadow, though Chamber had yet to see him make any public displays of affection.

Turned out Omen was a very private person.

Not too different from Cypher or Chamber in the end.

Chamber glanced at Omen glaring daggers at the mushrooms he chopped, or rather, minced, with how much force he handled the knife.

It really was impressive that Cypher managed to get through him, for Chamber had no success at even approaching the man. He tried of course, starting a conversation here or there, suggesting an outing or two, but Omen was either stubborn or dense and refused to budge. Any conversation would die faster than Chamber could lead and any suggestion would be shot down as expertly quick as he was in combat.

Admittedly though, he did not try it much, as previously mentioned, they barely spent any time together, so any bonding opportunity was rare and short.

Still, Chamber was bound to wonder if perhaps the wraith disliked him.

It was hard to tell what Omen liked at all, everything would get the same silent treatment followed by glares and grunts, even Cypher (who somehow was able to tell apart what said grunts meant), but Omen would get particularly avoidant near Chamber. He couldn’t help but wonder if Omen wasn’t as happy with Cypher’s dating decisions as he was. 

That wasn’t good. 

“Done.” Omen grumbled.

“Merci.” Chamber smiled, adding the ingredients to a pan to start on the sauce.

Chamber had nothing against Omen. He intrigued him, very much so even. There was much he wanted to ask the man and he would be willing to do so, if only he was allowed to. He’d be willing to help him in any regard he needed too. Cypher one day brought to his attention that Omen did not own any clothes other than his work clothes, a spare copy of those and a comfortable pair of pajamas. That was something Chamber could clearly help change, but he knew it would be very rude to just offer when Omen never asked for it.

And to be quite fair people were interesting to Chamber. It was a good past time to trying to learn how they tick, and Omen was one very hard to figure out. The challenge just made the game more tempting.

Chamber finished cooking under their shared awkward silence, serving a plate for Omen and then himself.

Sitting across each other. Eating under the warm light. Not saying a single word…

How uncomfortable.

He cleared his throat.

“Omen, do tell me…” Omen looked up from where he had been dejectedly rolling pasta onto his fork to a much too big bite size.

“I apologize for my bluntness, but you do not seem to like me much. I can't help but wonder why.”

Omen paused, forgetting for a moment he had a fork in his hand and almost letting it drop before gripping it with force.

“That's…What makes you say that?” Chamber could hear the frown in his voice.

“I am not trying to be confrontational about it, you do not have to like me by all means, I just believe, due to circumstances, it would be beneficial if we kept our relationship at least neutral, yes? So if there’s anything I can do about it, I shall try.” Chamber explained, taking a sip of his drink as he waited. 

Omen seemed a bit lost, turning his head and shifting his shoulders and looking clearly uncomfortable before begrudgingly settling on a reply.

“It’s not… I don’t… dislike you.” He started,  not really looking at Chamber. “I’m not… a people person, so. . If that’s the impression I gave you then… I’m sorry.”

Chamber felt his eyebrows raise, not really expecting an apology of all things.

“There’s no need to apologize. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions.”

Omen stared at his pasta harder, shifting the food on his plate in a way that was definitely rude from Chamber’s upbringing, but something he knew Omen didn’t mean like that.

“It’s… I don’t know how to… approach.” Omen struggled to say, seeming uncertain and embarrassed of his own words as he spoke them, taking his frustration out on his poor plate. He decided to finally give the food mercy and shove it in the shadows under his hood.

“I can understand that, we’re quite different aren’t we?” Chamber said humorously. “Though that gives us more topics to talk about, new things to learn, worlds to explore.” He dramatized, trying to lighten up the mood.

“I fear we are leagues away from each other.” Omen half growled.

Leagues… The word stuck to Chamber’s head. He tipped his head to the side, observing the other with cautious eyes. The way he kept his gaze locked with his plate, how he was mostly quiet and seemed to not like the words he'd put out even after deliberation, his whole demeanor, “leagues away”...

Was Omen… intimidated by him?

No, no. That wasn’t quite the right word though he was supposed it was getting close. Chamber wasn’t really that imposing unless he tried, and Omen wasn’t one to be intimidated, of all things, no. It was something a bit different. Was this him being shy? Cypher had told him the wraith was much, ehm… “cuter” than one would expect, but this version of shyness was more akin to awkward really.

“How come?” Chamber asked, to make sure.

“You know what you’re doing. You look the part. You…” He grunted. “Nothing, forget it.”

Oh? 

Ah… Would jealous be a better fitting word then? Perhaps not quite, but putting the two words together and he understood the situation better. That was much better than what he expected, and not because of the slight boost the reassurance that he was on top of his game was to his ego, but because if Omen’s issue was something as simple as feeling outclassed by Chamber’s game, then it was something easy to fix.

He couldn’t help the smile on his face as he finished the last of his meal.

“Thank you, though really you shouldn’t be worried about it. Certainly Cypher doesn’t expect you to be or act like me, otherwise he would date just me instead.” He reassured him, watching as Omen’s shoulders hunched slightly at the words.

“And I wouldn’t expect to you behave like Cypher either. Please, make yourself comfortable, I do not bite, unless you ask me to.”

Omen’s head snapped up at that.

Huh…

Dully noted.

He got up and washed his plate, fishing his phone again and checking on his object of affection.

No news. 

He fought the urge to sigh again.

Omen walked in not much later, leaning over the sink to wash his own plate as well. Chamber watched him. 

Insecure is not something he’d expect Omen to be because of him. He understood why, Chamber was already a bit too much to the average person and Omen looked very different from the average person already, but once you got used to the twitching, mysterious visage… he was still shaped much like a man, and quite a good figure he cut. He was tall for starters, though the height seemed to fluctuate at times. He managed to have muscles that showed prominently underneath the bandages that wrapped so tightly around his arms, which was a very eye-catching trait. And to top it all off, he had a sinfully small waist compared to the breadth of his chest and the curve of his lumbar, ending up at a bottom that could make anyone jealous.

He brought his eyes back up to Omen who had been glaring at him. 

Oops. He didn’t mean to stare.

There was a long moment as they looked at eachother unmoving, Chamber’s eyes drifting down Omen’s body again to check him out once more.

No reaction from Omen.

“Say, my dear shadow, we have a quite unique situation here, being quite unique individuals as well. That is to say, we don’t need to stick to introductions in the formal way, do we? So… may I suggest an idea?”

Omen hummed. Go on…

“We can bond, have a bit of fun and , if luck has it, make Cypher drop his work for once.” He continued, looking at his watch for emphasis.

Omen hummed again, impatient.

“What I’m going to do is tie you to that bed, make you very pretty, take a picture and send it to Cypher so he has no choice but to come check it out in person.”

Omen did not react for a while, cogs turning in his head. And then his face pulsated in a strange way.

“ Excuse me ?”

“You know? Sex? A lot of people do that, I’d say it is a fantastic ice breaker.”

“You are serious.” His face remained like that, slits wide and jittery in disbelief and perhaps appallment. 

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” And indeed he was, nothing like casual sex to get comfortable with someone. Of course he knew that was a bit backwards if he gave it much thought, but their situation was different. They knew each other, they saved each other on more than one occasion, and they were fucking the same guy. Perhaps Omen wasn’t compatible with him in conversations and outings, but maybe they’d be compatible at sex. That’s what they had in common, after all.

Omen looked to one side and then the other, fists clenching and unclenching by his side.

“ Why ?” He asked.

“I just told you. We can get to know each other like that. If anything, just to kill time.”

Omen still hesitated, a twitch running through his body.

“With… me?”

“Yes.” Chamber affirmed once again. “Quiet frankly, Omen, you are more enticing than you think you are.”

“ Enticing ?” It was almost funny the way he said it. But most importantly, was he going to keep stalling?

“Yes, yes. So… Shall we?” He offered a hand up. Omen glared at it, not really making any move to take it, but also not shooting it down either (and he almost meant it literally in this case).

“I promise to respect your limits. It’s just a bit of fun, and you can back out of it any time.”

Omen stared some more.

And then, very hesitantly, he raised one hand, gently it placing over Chamber’s

Chamber curled his fingers around it, feeling the glove against his fingertips.

He smiled  brightly.

“ Parfait ! Shall we?”

He led Omen towards the main room, going across the dining room and pushing through the doors before gesturing towards the bed.

Omen gave him another (what was probably doubtful) glare, not really moving to where Chamber wanted him.

“Please, have a sit.” He insisted.

Only then did Omen, again, slowly, take a seat over the colorful covers of the soft bed.

Satisfied, Chamber walked up to the closet, opening it up to a collection of gadgets and scrap rather than the expected clothes, typical of Cypher’s hideouts.

“What… what are you doing?” Omen said out loud, voice dying out in the first try.

“I said we’d have fun, I’m looking for toys. You know, Cypher likes keeping them at his hideouts.” He stopped his search, running a hand over one of the upper shelves to find a good length of rope. He squished it under his fingers. Cotton. Good. He threw that on the bed.

He saw at the corner of his eye how Omen jumped as it landed by his leg.

“Ah! There it is.” Chamber pulled a box from one of the top shelves in the closet. Chamber had seen this specific box before, another time where they… You know… So he was happy to see it was still there.

He placed the box on the bed as well, lid closed. Omen watched his every movement closely.

“I did mean it when I said I was going to tie you up. Any objections?” 

Omen slowly shook his head.

“Good, good. Anything off limits?”

“Don’t touch the hood.” Omen instantly let out. “Or… the face.”

“Understood, not touching them. Anything else?”

Omen didn’t answer for a moment, chest moving with each long, deliberate breath.

“I… don’t know. I… Are you sure?”

“Mmhmm.” Chamber hummed. “Have you never had casual sex before?”

“No…” Omen mumbled under his breath. 

“It will be fine, don’t worry. I am a gentleman.” He went for a reassuring hand to Omen’s shoulder but decided against it, letting his hand hang awkwardly in the air for a second. He cleared his throat. “Well then, I’ll make sure these are clean, you can undress yourself in the meantime.” Chamber collected the box again, heading into the bathroom outside to check what he had at his disposal and to clean as needed.

The fact that Cypher owned things that were still in their boxes was ridiculous but worked just in Chamber’s favor. 

When he walked back into the room with clean toys and a hand towel, Omen was still sitting on the bed, but he had followed Chamber’s instructions and undressed down to his hood and underwear, though the bandages remained on his arms and legs. He refused to look at Chamber for more than a second when he walked in, legs and arms crossed and hiding most of his body.

Chamber had never seen Omen show that much skin before. It was fascinating really, between the glowing swirling blues that danced across the surface and the impossibly dark black that swallowed his entire form, Omen looked more like a piece of art than a person. There was a small itch in Chamber’s brain to paint him like that.

Someday, perhaps, not now.

“Arms out, in front of you.” Chamber instructed. Omen followed, albeit hesitantly. When he saw Chamber reach for the rope he seemed to freeze in the position.

Chamber started rolling the rope around the wrists, going as casually and calmly as he could. He couldn’t help but notice the way Omen’s twitched restlessly every time Chamber moved.  No need to make him any more nervous.

“These aren’t supposed to be tight, just to keep your wrists secured.” He explained as he finished up the double column knot. “Is this good?” He asked, sticking a few fingers between the rope and Omen’s wrist to make sure. Omen tried pulling at the knot a bit, trying to separate his arms, tug them here and there, but the knot remained.

“It’s fine…” 

“Great, then I’ll need you to lie down. I’ll tie you to the headboard.” Chamber said. He dared touching Omen’s chest, telegraphing the movement all the way for Omen to stop him if he wanted to. He didn’t, letting Chamber’s fingers touch the skin underneath.

He shivered under the touch.

Chamber pushed him down gently, letting him adjust so his arms could reach close to the headboard. Chamber secured the rope there, giving it a tug to be sure and then stepped back to look at his handiwork.

Arms tied over his head, chest moving visibly, toned legs shifting against the covers.

Yes, it looked good enough in Chamber’s opinion. 

He hummed to himself, grabbing his phone and opening the camera.

“What are you doing?” Omen immediately tensed up again.

“I said I’d take a picture for Cypher.” 

Omen managed to let out a choked hum, somehow. That was no good, Omen was so tense Chamber was almost starting to feel sorry for him, the picture was supposed to look like a taunt, not a threat. He put the phone down on the bed.

“Relax, Omen.” He said, petting a strong thigh with care, the leg twitching as soon as Chamber touched it. “It’s not going to look good if you are so tense.”

Omen grunted questioningly.

“Do you want me to help you relax?” He asked, hand going up and down the limb gently.

Omen didn’t answer, twitching once more under Chamber’s touch. His face did dip a bit onto his arm however. He grunted noncomitmently.

“Ah… My apologies, I forgot you are shy. Let me rephrase that.” He leaned in closer. “ May I help you relax?”

“...Yes…” Omen grunted, clipped and low.

Chamber showed him his award winning smile.

“See? That wasn’t so hard.” He patted his thigh again, giving it a gentle slap.

That caused Omen to jolt.

He watched it with a raised eyebrow, making a show to tilt his head to the side. He put both his hands on Omen’s skin, drawing them up his side, caressing his waist and ribs, and then resting on his chest.

“Tell me. Has anyone ever tied you up like this before?” He asked, now slowly dragging his hands down Omen’s body. Omen tugged at his restraints weakly.

“No.” He grumbled.

“No? Not even Cypher?” The mention of the other sentinel caused Omen to twitch.

“Oh dear. Not at all?” He teased him, hands stopping at his hips and rubbing circles on them. Omen once again turned his head away, only humming in response.

“Don’t tell me he’s been neglecting you.” Chamber clicked his tongue in disapproval. “No one to roughen you up a bit? To really push you to your limit. Or maybe put you in your place.” Omen listened intently. Chamber let a hand trail beneath the band of Omen’s underwear, still resting over his leg. “I could put you in your place, Omen.”

He surely managed a lot already, seeing the position they were in.

“As if…” Omen mumbled under his breath, defiant despite it all, yet not making a single move to get out of his position.

Chamber laughed, breaking character.

“Of course, I am just teasing you. None of that now, there’s no need for it, you’ve been so good. Really, I’m almost impressed.” At that he tugged Omen’s underwear down, taking a look at his swollen clit and the wet mark inside the piece of cloth. “Look at you, being all good. I feel I should be praising you instead.”

Omen let out a strangled growl at that, legs involuntarily shifting closer together.

Chamber kept tugging at the piece of clothing, pulling it down to the middle of his thighs.

“What got you so excited already, hm?” He questioned nonchalantly. “Was it just how easy it was for me to get you in such a compromising position?” He bent one of Omen’s leg up, tugging the underwear off of it. Omen growled again. “Was it the touching? That you perhaps have been craving all day?” He let his hands roam the expanse of Omen’s thick thigh again, squeezing the muscle underneath, then putting the leg back down. “Or was it because I mentioned Cypher?”

Another growl.

“Oh, don’t you wish he was here to see how good you’ve been?” Chamber asked with a smile, watching Omen’s chest move so clearly with every racing breath. How easy it was to tease him, delightful even. This was much better than staring at the walls.

He finished removing the underwear off Omen, leaving it by the bed, making sure that Omen’s legs were open enough to display what exactly was in between them.

“Let’s make it a good picture, maybe he’ll set his priorities right then.” 

Chamber dug into the box and pulled a little tube of lube. He slathered it on his finger and adjusted his position near Omen, pushing one of his legs up so he could sit closer. 

He bent his fingers slightly, just brushing them against the whole expanse of Omen’s cunt. Omen on the other hand tensed up hard, bent leg bumping against Chamber as he chased the feeling. Chamber waited patiently, pointedly ignoring the heat traveling down his body.

Once Omen was still again Chamber bent his fingers once more, using the space between his index and middle fingers to trap Omen’s clit, starting to stroke it gently.

Omen groaned, legs bumping against the other agent as they twitched. Chamber used his other hand to hold his ankle in place.

“Calm down, Omen.” He kept his voice level, hand working slowly but firmly over Omen’s member.

Omen groaned in response but otherwise settled down again, getting used to the feeling of the hand stroking him. 

Omen slowly melted into the bed with a sigh, getting comfortable on the mussed up sheets. 

Good. Good…

Chamber let go of his ankle, using his now free hand to push Omen’s inner thigh down. He turned his other hand around, his palm turned towards Omen’s torso while his fingers danced lower, rubbing up and down Omen’s length, petting his navel on the way up. The wraith seemed to be enjoying himself, if the way his breath came out of him in puffs of air and his thighs trembled and twitched was anything to go by.

Once Omen started growling again, Chamber stopped rubbing him, cleaning his hand on a hand towel he got from the bathroom and reaching for his phone. He opened the camera once more, getting up on his knees between Omen’s legs and pointing the camera down at him.

“Much better.” He praised the controller.

Indeed Omen now looked much more deliciously disheveled, arms bent up slightly where they were tied, face half hidden between them, chest jumping up and down, legs spread and wetness pooling between them.

Chamber snapped a picture. So what if this angle managed to show the bulge in his own pants as well? 

He sat back down, crossing his legs and humming to himself as he messaged the elusive moroccan.

Chamber: You only have 10 more minutes

Cypher: Why?

Chamber: It’s how long I think Omen can last

Cypher: What do you mean?

Chamber: 929314.jpg 

The messages stopped coming suddenly. Chamber grinned widely. Not a second later his phone started ringing. He gave a knowing look to Omen, who was still catching his breath.

“Cypher!” He greeted, as if surprised by the call.

“What was that?” Cypher asked on the other side of the line, speaking over Chamber’s greeting. It was hard to fight off the smile on his face.

“Oh, nothing really, please don’t let me distract you from your work.” Chamber shook his head, trying to pout, fingers dancing over the contents of Cypher’s box of toys.

“Really? So I was supposed to ignore the picture you just sent me, then?” Cypher questioned almost sarcastically, not yet mad really, but definitely shaken in the way Chamber wanted him.

He ended up holding onto a magic wand, bringing it up to his face to inspect it. He turned it on, hearing the buzz of its engine working.

“You know best, my dear Cypher. Please, by all means, ignore it if you must.”

“After that? I find it- What is that noise?”

“Hm?” He turned off the wand. “I do not know what you’re talking about.” He rubbed the wand over Omen’s member, hearing him groan again.

“Chamber… What exactly are you doing to Omen?” 

“Nothing at all! I am completely innocent. He’s fine! Here, Omen, tell Cypher how fine you are.” Chamber leaned over, drawing his phone close to Omen’s face.

Of course he wasn’t going to make it that simple, as soon as Omen breathed in to speak, he turned on the wand and all Omen could let out was a drawn out groan, throwing his head back.

He brought his phone back to his ear, hearing Cypher swearing colorfully before it even reached him.

“See? Fine.” Chamber said smugly.

“You are cruel. You are cruel and evil and terrible and I hate you.” Cypher breathed hard into his phone, definitely unhappy for being left out. Well, that was not Chamber’s fault now was it?

“What a shame. Anyway, good luck with your work Cypher, I’m very busy now so I’ll have to hang up, au revoir !”

“Don’t you-!” Chamber hung up the call, leaving his phone on top of Omen’s abs. 

Omen looked down confused, breathing wavering. 

“What do you think happens first?” Chamber smiled widely. “Cypher arriving or me making you cum?”

Omen shuddered.

The phone started ringing again.

“Let’s find out.” He pushed the wand against Omen, watching as he pulled at the ropes, groaning again. He rubbed the toy roughly, moving it along Omen’s length to get him to squirm and twist his body, trying to either escape the pressure or put more friction. His growls came out with every breath, filling the air between them with sounds that resembled loud purring. Chamber rewarded him by petting his thigh and keeping the pressure against his member.

The phone fell off to the side, back to silence.

That was great. Really! He could swear he never saw Omen that relaxed ever, although perhaps “relaxed” wasn’t the right word with how much he squirmed and twitched and purred. It was more like he had never seen Omen so lost in the moment. He was hoping he could get more noises out of the wraith, but the low growling was all he could draw out of him. No problem, none at all, it was all good enough for the moment. Chamber was starting to get what Cypher meant when he talked about Omen. Unfortunately for the man under his hands, however, Chamber had plans that he knew would change the wraith’s attitude very soon.

Good things only, of course. 

Omen started squirming too much, breath too rushed, arms bent and legs turning and Chamber knew that’s when he had to stop.

Omen gasped as he turned the wand off, suddenly removing all the pressure and letting him just breathe and come down from his high. Chamber waited patiently, browsing the box absentmindedly once again as Omen’s breathing came back to a normal pace.

“Everything alright?” Chamber checked in.

Omen nodded, fingers opening and clenching at the air. Still agreeable.

Chamber rubbed his fingers over the slick of lube on Omen’s pussy, letting it coat them a bit before putting a digit inside Omen.

He could feel his breath hitching again.

He didn’t wait much before adding another finger, and then another one, scissoring Omen with ease. It was with fascination that he watched the gleam that seemed to collect over the other’s skin. How the fissures across his skin seemed to light up in warmer colors as his body temperature raised with arousal. How his face would constrict and then suddenly jerk open in a way that wasn’t at all human and yet gave the distinct feeling that it indeed was.

How his whole body seemed to tremble and jerk as if pleasure was just too much for it to handle.

He couldn’t help himself when he bent down to lick Omen’s clit.

Omen jumped under him, letting out a surprised sound, head snapping up to look. When Chamber glanced up to his face there was no protest so he got right back to work, closing his lips over Omen’s clit and sucking.

Omen groaned loud and long again, head hitting the pillow heavily.

He still worked his fingers in and out, curling them slightly with every movement as he leaned back to take in his reactions. In response Omen seemed to purr almost uninterrupted, a long, low rumble that vibrated through his chest.

He started feeling the way Omen was clenching around him and decided it was time to stop again.

He pulled back completely, cleaning his bottom lip with his thumb.

Omen had the audacity to growl at him.

Once again cleaning his hand on the towel left aside, he reached for his phone to a few unread messages from Cypher and the unfortunate revelation that it had already been almost 10 minutes since he messaged him. 

Chamber sighed dramatically, swinging one leg over Omen’s torso and sitting over his stomach.

He could feel how hard Omen was breathing right underneath him.

He unlocked the phone with one hand, tapping into his conversation with Cypher. The other hand he used to caress Omen’s thigh as he typed out a message.

Chamber: You are going to be too laaaate~  

Cypher: You ARE aware that I’m more than

10 minutes away from the  hideout yes?

Chamber: How unfortunate.

Chamber clicked his tongue.

“Still late.” He pursed his lips, looking displeased.

“He-” Omen stopped to gulp some air, letting it out through possibly his nose slowly. “likes work.”

“I am well aware. But this is much better than work, yes?” Chamber smiled at Omen.

Omen buckled his hips up under him, humming.

“Not the way you’re doing it.” He complained, voice wobbling as he spoke, coming down from the edge again.

“No? You’d rather finish without him?” Chamber raised an eyebrow at him.

He clicked his tongue again, shaking his head.

“You naughty man! And here I was hoping you’d have some stamina in you.”

Omen growled.

“You just want to see me squirm.”

Chamber let his grin become wolfish.

“That I do.”

He glanced again at his phone and saw no updates ( at least none that mattered) so he once again set it down to the side.

He reached for his vest, taking it off his shoulders slowly.

“Well, I think I gave Cypher enough time. Time to raise the stakes a little bit.”

Next came the shirt, placed down carefully on top of the discarded vest.

He got up off Omen and unzipped his flies. He could feel the intensity of Omen’s stare on him as he undressed. 

He winked at him for fun right before he dropped his pants and underwear down.

He wasn’t ashamed of his body, quite the opposite, he cultivated it with effort and care and the results showed. It was just his luck that genetics also allowed him a dick that was very attention grabbing.

That or the golden tattoos covering it.

All that noise and touching had already gotten him hard enough, so he just grabbed some more lube, stroking and slicking himself up as he repositioned himself between Omen’s legs. The way he parted them for Chamber to settle in between seemed almost eager, though he’d never mention it. Chamber wouldn’t blame him, being brought to the edge only to be ignored right after so many times…

Omen was getting impatient.

Chamber didn’t dwell for long, using his hand to guide his dick into position and slowly start penetrating Omen.

They both held their breaths as Chamber buried himself in, inch by inch, until his hips were flush with Omen. He gave him a moment to breathe and get used to the feeling, and then, he pulled back out. A few inches, until almost to the tip.

And he slowly pushed his hips back forward, stopping flush with Omen's skin.

Omen hummed, letting Chamber set the slow pacing. Chamber watched Omen. Watched the lights in his face squint as if he had his eyes closed, laid down and letting sensations wash over him.

“Faster.” Omen ordered when Chamber kept the torturously slow movements. He obeyed though, pulling his hips back and then snapping them forward at a faster pace.

“ Harder. ” He snarled.

“So bossy… Careful of your demands.” He warned him, letting his hands run the length of his toned thighs.

“Just do it.”

“As you wish…”

Chamber snapped his hips forward hard, causing Omen to grunt (and he himself to groan). Chamber grabbed Omen’s legs, throwing them over his shoulders and positioned himself above Omen, hands caging him underneath him, so he could thrust hard into the wraith. Indeed, a push of his hips to an obscenely loud slap of skin and Omen was clutching at the ropes for purchase, voice caught up in his throat. From there the pace turned punishing. With Chamber not giving Omen any space to rest. His purring was starting to turn into this low whining, punctuated only by Chamber’s thrusts that would make his breath hiccup. He knew Omen was coming to a climax very soon, and he himself wasn’t too far behind.

However, he still had Cypher in mind.

As Omen’s whining raised in volume, Chamber suddenly pulled out, grabbing Omen’s legs and swinging them both over his right shoulder, using his arms to squeeze them against each other.

With them that close together, Chamber had a small gap in between them he could still fuck. So he bucked into it, letting his pleasure build up as Omen’s noises grew quieter with confusion.

Chamber came between Omen’s thighs and over his stomach with a groan, holding for dear life until his hips stuttered to a stop. That’s when Omen seemed to realize he was getting left out again.

“Fuck! Fucker! Fuck-! Fuck you!” He growled and snarled between gasps of air, hips bucking up desperately for any kind of friction, for that sweet release he so craved. Chamber had him down, a no doubtedly mischievous looking smile in his face, even though he aimed for the picture of innocence. 

“But you’re doing so good! Don’t give up now, mon cherie .” He caressed Omen again. With no contact to push him over the edge, Omen ended up coming down again with a loud groan, sweat collecting all over his skin, lights seeming to pulsate at the same rhythm as his racing heart that just wouldn’t settle down.

He reached for his phone once more (not before wiping his hands, of course) and opened the camera to snap another picture.

His cum did look good on him, Cypher would definitely agree, so he sent him the picture.

Chamber: It’s commendable he’s still holding on.

Cypher: 3 minutes

Cypher: road

Chamber: He won’t make it Amir~

Cypher: 2

Chamber smiled. He reached for the box again, pulling a bullet vibrator and slicking it up.

“Alright. Hold on for two more minutes will you?” He asked Omen, fingers stroking the toy tauntingly.

Omen could only whine in response.

With a lubed up finger, Chamber started opening up Omens asshole to make room for the toy. Sure movements, trying to fight Cypher on time without causing Omen any discomfort.

He did manage to get the toy in. He turned it on even, much to Omen's unfortunate delight as his whole body curled with the buzzing of the toy inside him, his overstimulated body leaving him almost out of control of his limbs. 

He really wasn’t going to last much longer.

Omen’s salvation came however in the form of the front door opening violently.

Chamber turned off the toy and Omen almost shouted at him, a leg kicking him on the side (which Chamber would pretend wasn’t on purpose).

“Cypher arrived!” He declared cheerfully to a confused and angry Omen.

Not many seconds later he could hear footsteps approaching the room fast and then the familiar visage of Cypher’s mask popped into view from the entrance.

The way the lenses seemed to blow wide open was almost comical.

It took a second for Cypher to take in the scene: a naked Chamber sitting down between Omen’s legs, one hand resting on a knee, the other holding a small controller as Omen laid down, legs spread open, cum over his stomach, vibrator still up his ass and arms tied to the headboard above his head.

Maybe he somehow though Chamber had been joking all that time, after all he seemed to be having a bit of a hard time believing it.

“Cypher! Please do come on in!” Chamber casually greeted him, patting a spot near him on the bed.

Cypher snapped out of his trance, gaze going from Chamber to Omen and back a few more times as he approached gingerly.

“What are you two doing ?”

Omen seemed to go awfully quiet since Cypher’s arrival, retreating back into hiding his face under his arms and shifting his legs so they weren’t open in that needy sprawl they were in before. Very cute moment to be getting shy, but a bit too late. Cypher had seen enough and was already hooked on the idea.

“Ah, you know... With you working so late we had to prepare something. You must be hungry, non? Well…” Chamber used his hands to spread open Omen’s knees, letting a hand dip down to a sweaty thigh so he could put Omen’s cunt on display.

“Dinner’s served.” He announced.

He swore he could see Cypher shivering.

The information broker tugged at his mask, pulling it up and letting his mussed up hair fall into smushed, messy curls on his face. Eyes blown wide and mouth slightly open in disbelief. The glance he threw at Chamber screamed of awed uncertainty, but Chamber just nodded his head in a clear go ahead sign.

Cypher licked his lips.

He directed his gaze at Omen instead, taking in the whole expanse of his body before landing on his face. A silent conversation seemed to happen between them, with Cypher gently resting a hand over his knee and Omen, whose breath could still be heard going loudly, growling in the back of his throat.

Whatever conversation they had seemed to end in an agreement.

Cypher removed his coat off his shoulders, letting it drop on the floor as he knelt on the bed, knee digging into the mattress close to Chamber. Chamber scooted a bit to the side, allowing Cypher to take a seat between Omen's leg, that twitched as he approached.

"Ah… I'm a lucky man then." He removed his gloves, one by one, in slow tantalizing movements while his eyes remained focused on the bare body in front of him.

Even tired from work (and rushing all the way from said work), Cypher still managed to exude this aura of composure, or perhaps control, which was very alluring to Chamber. A man who would bend but not break. Focused and determined. So of course having that gaze directed at you when his intentions were so clear… well… Chamber wasn't even the target of that look but his dick twitched with renewed interest.

Cypher splayed his hands over Omen's inner thighs, spreading them open, his thumbs grazing over the lips.

"Thank you for the meal…"

At that, Cypher leaned down, sealing his lips on Omen's parts.

Omem yelped, his whole body tensing up as Cypher sucked greedily, like a man starving. He had to hold his legs down so they'd stayed put where it seemed they wanted to flail on their own.

Cypher ate Omen out with a commendable eagerness, using the flat of his tongue to lick the whole length up, stopping to press kisses to his clit and going right back to sucking. 

Omen on the other hand seemed incapable of remaining quiet, worked up to that point, his breaths would only come out as a string of "aaah"s sandwiched between fast intakes of air. Whole body trembling with pleasure.

Chamber with, a quick glance was reminded that Omen still had a vibrator nestled inside him. Ah, he could help then.

He clicked the controller to turn it on.

Omen jolted, his whole body jerking and accidentally letting out a shout. It startled Cypher, who stuttered for a moment before realizing what was going on. He recovered fast, holding onto the vibrator and tugging at it only to push it back in just as it was about to come out, fucking him with it.

Chamber felt warm goosebumps run through his body, entranced by the visage. He let his fingers ghost around his length, tugging gently at it. The other hand moved away, towards Cypher to brush the locks of hair that fell over his face away. Cypher stopped for a moment, glancing his away with half lidded eyes and a smile on his parted lips, from which a tongue darted out to give another long lick.

Omen's whining grew in volume and desperation and finally he had enough.

His legs clenched around Cypher's head, threatening to suffocate the man. His back arched up, unable to move much more with his hands still tied to the headboard.

Omen actually shouted as he was finally allowed to cum, orgasm hitting him like a truck while Cypher held him down.

The moroccan was left stunned for a moment, sitting back and watching as Omen fought for air for a few moments after tugging the vibrator out, body still twitching occasionally.

Chamber turned off the vibrator.

"Are you alright?" Cypher asked, eyebrows shot up.

Omen, spread open, cum and sweat drying on his skin, chest still jumping up and down could only groan in reply.

"Ah, I might've been keeping him on the edge for a little while…"

"You mean… all this time-?" Cypher threw that awed stare at him.

"Mmhmm" Chamber nodded, hand grazing against his temporarily forgotten hard-on.

It caught Cypher's attention. 

"You seem interested still…"

"It is hard not to with your performance." He confessed, hand movements stopping.

"Maybe I should ignore you. What with you texting me those things…" Cypher squinted at him, adjusting the collar of his undershirt.

"Oh, please. After such a good experience!" Chamber pleaded playfully.

Omen groaned trying to lean up but failing.

"Ah, let me help you." Cypher moved to the headboard to untie Omen.

"Allow me." Chamber cut him, undoing the knot tying him to the bed first and letting him sit up as Cypher helped him.

However as soon as Chamber moved to Omen's hands, his raspy voice sounded out, rough and low.

"Leave it."

Chamber stopped, glancing up at his face, which was turned down to his wrists.

"Pardon?"

Omen seemed to swallow, breathing in and out slowly and clearly.

"You… you two… can keep going… so…" 

He looked up, from Chamber to Cypher and back.

"Keep going."

Chamber felt his dick twitch.

"Are you sure?" Cypher asked.

Omen hummed.

"Just… give a second."

Chamber smiled.

"Ah, a second is all we need."

Chamber let go of Omen leaning over and past him to meet Cypher, catching his lips in a deep kiss.

Cypher startled at first, but quickly relaxed into the kiss, resting a hand on Chamber's shoulder. Chamber deepened the kiss, letting his tongue brush against his.

Cypher hummed against his mouth.

Chamber ran his hands through his hair, his shoulders, his arms. He pushed them under Cypher's shirt and broke the kiss to pull it off. Cypher let him, raising his arms to help and putting his hands back on Chamber right after, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss even more. Chamber ended up putting a knee on top of Omen to get closer, causing the wraith to growl.

He kept at it, hooking his fingers on the band of his belt next, undoing it with the elegance his pianist fingers allowed him, throwing it to the side to join Cypher's shirt. Then came down the pants, as Cypher leaned from one knee to another letting it all come off, humming and moaning into the kiss. Making out on top of Omem who couldn't do much but watch.

He took away Cypher’s underwear with a tug. Trailing kisses up his stomach, all the way to his neck, hands making their way from his waist to cup his ass and squeeze.

Cypher moaned into the air this time.

Chamber grabbed at Cypher's dick, tugging at it gently as he continued kissing and sucking  hickeys onto his neck. Cypher clutched at his arms painfully, leaving red marks where his fingers dug into skin.

He felt Omen growling under them, hands thst were still tied brushing against limbs. Chamber broke the kiss, taking Omen's hands by the rope and guiding them towards Cypher's dick.

"Keep going for me, will you?" Chamber asked him.

Omen obeyed, trying to move his hands the best way he could to grip the member and pump up and down gently.

Chamber turned away for a moment to grab the lube again, turning back to Cypher pressing a few kisses to Omen's face as he kept jerking him slowly.

Chamber poured some lube into his hands, slicking up his dick again and before moving to do the same for Cypher, pushing Omen's hands away for the moment. He slicked Cypher up with a few strokes and let Omen pick up the job right after, moving to sit behind the wraith, settling down on his knees with Omen between them.

He looked over his shoulder, down to where Cypher seemed to be thrusting gently into Omen's hands.

And then he looked up, at Cypher's flushed face, where sweat started to collect on the skin. His eyes half lidded and brows furrowed in pleasure, mouth open to let air through. He noticed himself being watched, looking up at Chamber.

He smiled at him.

It was hard not to smile back.

Chamber moved his hands to rest on Omen's hips, drawing circles on them. Chamber leaned forwards, lips grazing Omen's hood.

"Would it be okay…" he whispered. He let his fingers trace up, traveling up his arm. " if I kissed you…" He drew a lazy circle on Omen's shoulder. " right here?"

Omen stretched his neck back, growling before answering lowly.

"... fine."

With permission given, Chamber first pressed his lips to his skin gently, a light peck, but then mouthed at it, leaving sloppy kisses as he let his hands come down and cup Omen's chest, fondling with them.

Omen hummed, so Chamber pressed the muscles close together.

Cypher seemed to like it from the way he breathed out shakily.

"You two are very frisky today, aren't you?"

"To your benefit, of course." Chamber answered, taking his mouth off of Omen.

"Of course..." Cypher repeated. He caressed Omen's waist, causing the wraith to stop his movements, leaning further back into Chamber, humming again.

"How did this happen anyway? Just out of sheer curiosity?" Cypher asked.

"We were just getting to know each other." 

Chamber put his hands over Cypher's, holding firmly and pushing up so Omen would stand up on his knees.

"Rather intimately." Cypher mumbled.

Chamber laughed.

" Oui. "

He let go of Omen, using one hand to hold his dick in position, the other resting on Omen's waist. Cypher helped him guide Omen down, so he could align his ass with Chamber's cock.

"Again, to your benefit." Chamber said, and started lowering Omen onto him. 

Omen hummed at the back of his throat as Chamber pushed in slowly, making small pauses where Cypher would peck him or throw a little whispered encouragement.

And after a few moments, Omen was sitting on Chamber's lap completely. He sighed, tied hands clenched in front of his body.

Cypher kissed him again.

"Comfortable?" He asked.

Omen rolled his hips a bit, making Chamber groan. He nodded.

Cypher nodded too, putting his hands on Omen's thighs to spread them wider. 

He aligned himself as well, using his thumb to gently rub against Omen's clit before starting to push inside. 

Omen raised his hands, letting them rest against Cypher's chest. Cypher grabbed at them, lifting them up and then down so his arms were resting over Cypher's shoulders, his head between them.

They remained still for a while, letting Omen breathe in and out as he adjusted to the feeling, Cypher in front of him and Chamber behind.

Chamber squeezed Omen's hips, gripping into them and encouraging Omen to move. He did, shakily raising himself a few centimeters and then sitting back down with a groan. Chamber felt Cypher rolling his hips with the movement, craving some more friction.  Chamber decided to set the example, resting his weight on his legs and pushing up on his thighs to buck into Omen. 

Omen tumbled forwards a bit, groaning again as Cypher had to hold the weight that fell on him. Chamber settled back and bucked up again.

Omen laid his head on his arm over Cypher's shoulder. 

Chamber set up a slow pace at first, pumping in and out carefully while trying to stay in a comfortable position in that tangling of limbs. He circled his arms around Omen, drawing them up and down the front of his torso, making gentle circles around his waist, while Cypher would caress the rest of the glowing skin, bumping his hands every now and then.

And then Cypher joined in, rolling his hips to start a rhythm that matched Chamber's, humming and moaning every time he pushed all the way in. 

Stuck between, Omen couldn't do much other than lay back and try to sit up and down, trying to get the other two to push in deeper. It was hard with them so close together. Chamber held onto Cypher's upper arm, thrusting hard again and he responded by whining shakily. 

Omen started purring again, twitching against Chamber's chest. Chamber let go of Cypher to squeeze the soft muscle of his chest once more. Cypher leaned forward sucking at Omen's neck and starting to dictate the rhythm now.

Chamber could feel it every time Cypher drew back and then pushed forward with sure and deep thrusts, pausing for a moment before pulling back again. 

Every time he pushed in deep, Omen's breath would hitch, purring hiccuping louder before going back to that low rumble. And Chamber would feel his heart beating fast inside his chest, approaching another orgasm.

Chamber let go of Omen's chest to stroke his clit instead. 

Omen's breathing grew louder and louder and Cypher picked up the speed with it, lifting Omen up enough for Chamber to also keep thrusting into him the best he could. 

Omen's legs twitched and shook, arms bending trying to hold onto something and then his body spasmed up. He groaned loudly as he shook hard, riding the waves of his orgasm as Chamber kept stroking him.

Until he let out a breath, going lax on his lap.

Cypher kept fucking him in that fast pace, voice going higher with whines as he approached his climax as well.

"Good." Chamber mumbled, resting his chin on top of Omen's shoulder. "Good. Just like that."

Cypher bit his lips, moaning loudly and giving a few more thrust before burying himself in deep, shoving his face into Omen's neck and grabbing at whatever he could.

He groaned and shook, finishing off inside, face red, sweat making his hair stick to his face and lips swollen from biting and kissing. Gorgeous.

 He stood like that for a moment, trying to catch his breath.

That left Chamber.

Cypher untangled Omen's arms from him and pulled out, moving a bit on the bed. He held onto Omen's hips and pulled them up, aiding the wraith in lifting himself up and then sitting down on Chamber's dick.

Omen followed the lead on trembling legs, groaning while Cypher guided him into fucking himself deep.

Chamber moaned, going back to squeezing Omen's chest, feeling his orgasm coming as well, and feeling the way Cypher's cum dripped out of Omen in a trail and ended against his dick, making the mess even stickier.

He pulled out of Omen to push him forward a bit and fuck between his asscheeks instead. Cypher noticed and moved to help, placing his hands on top of Chamber's to squeeze Omen's cheeks together, feeling dizzy with how hard he was breathing.

Chamber squeezed  his eyes shut  hard, stuttering in his rhythm and groaning as he came all over Omen's back. 

He thrust weakly a few more times after it, opening his eyes to the mess he made, watching how his cum stuck to his skin.

"Fuck…" Cypher mumbled, also staring but with wide eyes.

It all came to a slow stop, the only noise in the room being the three of them catching their breath in that relaxing post coitus peace.

 Cypher was the first one to speak, licking his lips and looking around.

"I must confess this is not how I expected this night to go."

Chamber laughed breathlessly. Of course, if he had his way he would be crossing wires for a few more hours.

"That is because you lack imagination."

Chamber patted Omen's butt. The wraith looked up over his shoulder at him, growling under his breath and laying back down.

Cypher looked down at him.

"Let me undo that now." He signaled for Omen to show his hands and, after a moment of deliberation, he did, sitting up awkwardly and presenting his tied wrists to Cypher.

It escaped Chamber's mind that he ended up painting Omen's back and front with his cum. He cleared his throat in slight embarrassment.

"I will get you something to clean yourself with." He excused himself, getting up on trembling legs as Cypher started undoing the knot.

Chamber went to the bathroom and grabbed a new clean towel, pouring some hot water into it before returning.

When he came back into the room Omen's hands were free and he sat with his usual slouch, legs thrown over the bed without any care as Cypher said something to him with a warm smile on his face, holding Omen's wrists gently.

Both looked at him as he approached.

He sat down raising his arm with the towel in a silent question and Cypher gave him space to clean Omen. Omen made no objections either so Chamber started wiping his stomach.

"You know… I'm still very surprised you two started this." Cypher rested his chin on his hand, watching Chamber work.

"I'm very charming and handsome. It happens." Chamber said back, always lifting himself up. He couldn't see but he could feel Cypher rolling his eyes.

"Sure. But I'm still surprised Omen came forward with his infatuation. That's a big step for him."

There was a moment of silence as the other party froze to stare at Cypher.

And then

"My what ?" "Pardon?"

Cypher lifted his head off his hand, eyebrow going up in question.

"Yes? Like how you kept asking awkward questions about Chamber and avoiding him like a teen? I've been the target of that, I know what it means." Cypher addressed Omen.

Omen bristled up.

" I'm not infatuated."  

Cypher raised his hands up in surrender.

"Alright. I can see it."

Of course it was said in irony, as Chamber wiped his cum off Omen's back.

Well… putting it that way, a lot of things started making more sense… who would've guessed.

Maybe Cypher was onto something.