Wanting Marton

Title: Wanting Marton part 3
Author: Carhuine Malthenel and Foofy
Beta: Larian
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Sex.
A/N: I know there was supposed to have only four chapters but I am bad
at smut. A good friend of mine, Foofy, helped me by rp'ing this then I
edited it and sent it off to be beta'd. It was longer then expected so
I cut it in two. Originaly she was Karl and I did Marton and Craig.
But I am an idgit and I messed up key points of my own fic. So I had
to turn things around. Suffice it to say if it's good writing then
it's mine. If it's excellent and wonderful it was her. ;)

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Karl woke up early the next morning and smiled when he saw Marton had
indeed spent the night. Stretching, he got up and put on coffee and
started making breakfast. After they ate he would call Craig and ask
him to come over to talk.

Marton was woken by the sound of movement in the kitchen. Muttering
something unintelligible to himself, he ran a hand through his hair
and focused sleepily on the empty area beside him, crumbled sheets
showing exactly how Karl had disappeared on him. Yawning widely, he
slid himself out of bed and padded, naked, towards the kitchen.

"Any chance of toast?" he yawned widely again.

Karl arched an eyebrow. "Well good morning to you to love." he
laughed. "Toast? I may have some around here. I was thinking that
after breakfast I am going to call Craig and have him come over so we
can all...talk."

The dubious expression had not completely left Marton from last night.
He looked faintly uncomfortable. "You think he'd talk? After ...," he
gestured with a hand.

Karl shrugged. "Why not? We all know Craig. You saw the look in his
eyes last night. If he hadn't been so shocked I'm sure he would have
jumped right in." Karl put eggs and toast on two plates and handed one
to Marton. He set his down in front of his chair. "Coffee?"

"Thanks," Marton speared an egg with a fork, and stared at it briefly
as though it held valuable information. "Well.. I guess." His dark
eyes lifted to rest on Karl's. "However, what happens if he doesn't?
You know how useless I am at the relationship crap,"

"But you're such a wonderful fuck buddy." Karl teased him. "Would you
want a threesome relationship? I know Craig wants one with me and I
want you. Surely ther som something we can work out." Karl poured two
cups of coffee and handed one to Marton.

Did I ever deny being a good fuck buddy?" Marton returned with an easy
and slightly lazy grin, resting back on his chair and prodding the
unfortunate egg yet again. "And flexibility is one of the most
important aspects of a good fuck buddy, as well you know." He finally
put down the fork, and shook his head. "I'm game, but I'm sure
there're going to be problems. Things are never that easy,"

"Yes you are very, very flexible...in more ways than one." Karl winked
at Marton and nibbled on his toast. "Why do you always have to be so
dour?" Karl frowned. "If we all want it then what's so difficult?"

Marton shrugged. "A diet of dodgy soap operas?" he suggested. "Okay. I
give in. As long as I can be the moody silent one at the rear," He
paused. "Whose rear can be decided later."

"Soap operas? Been watching Mercy Peak again?" Karl stood and scrapped
his breakfast into the trash can. Karl put his plate and cup in the
sink before he grabbed the phone and dialed Craig's number.

Craig hadn't had much sleep the night before and was dozing on the
sofa when the phone rang. He grabbed it and thought about tossing it
across the room but he answered it. "Hello?"

"Craig? It's Karl" Karl scuffed his toe on the floor as he looked over
at Marton. "Look mate we need to talk. Want to come over?"

Craig sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Sure I'll come over.
Marton still there?"

"Yeah." Karl looked a bit ashamed even though Craig couldn't see him.

Craig closed his eyes as he sighed. "I'll be right over."

"Great!" Karl hung up the phone.

Craig hung up and pulled on some clothes then headed out the door.

Marton eyed him thoughtfully, taking a swig of coffee as he did so.
"He coming then?"

"Yeah in a few minutes." Karl looked at Marton. "You might want to put
some clothes on, Celeborn. I don't think he's ready to see your 'bow'
again" he laughed.

Marton looked faintly baffled, and then glanced down at himself.
"Shit," he muttered, and disappeared off to the bedroom to rediscover
the remains of the clothes he was wearing last night. There was soon a
loud call from the bedroom. "Did you see where my t-shirt ended up, mate?"

"Behind the TV I think. I wasn't really looking when I tossed it."
Karl grinned and went into the living room. He flipped on the TV and
stopped when he saw an episode of Xena was on. Yum, Marton as a
bloodthirsty warlord. Always a nice sight in the morning.

"Now where have I heard that before?" Marton made a reappearance,
heading directly towards the television. His lower half, at least, was
mostly decent. Fishing around the rear of the said item and having to
lean quite a remarkable distance, there was a sound of pleased
achievement as Marton grabbed his shirt. "Got it!" He straighteand and
frowned back at Karl. "You ever think of dusting at all?"

"Dusting? Good god man I'm not a woman!" Karl tried to act affronted
but failed miserably. "But since you're my bitch I could get you a
maid's outfit and have you dust for me. Your ass looks so nice when
you bend over." he grinned wolfishly as he lit a cigarette.

"Tosser," Marton grinned, and pulled on the t-shirt, dust and all.
Sneezing twice, he made his way to a comfortable chair and flung
himself in it, glancing at the clock as he did so. "Taking his time,
isn't he?" he commented.

"Wanker." Karl fired back.

Craig sat in his car a good five minutes thinking about this situation
before he actually started his car. He drove the short distance to
Karl's house and sat outside for ten minutes before he got out and
knocked on the door.

Karl's eyes slid to the door, then back again. "Show time," he murmured.

"Now we see what's what." Marton stood and opened the door. "'Lo
mate." he smiled and stepped back to let Craig in.

"Hey." Craig said quietly as he stepped inside. His eyes slid over to
Karl then back to the floor.

Karl shifted his position to something a little less laid back, his
eyes cautious on Craig. "Hi,"

Marton rolled his eyes. "I'm surrounded by wussies." he mumbled.
"Since when are you two so, so, so gentle around each other? Fuck
we've all been on a rugby field together I think we can get through
this!" Craig raised an eyebrow but stayed quiet as he sat in a chair
opposite Karl.

Karl had given Marton a slightly incredulous look, swiftly turning to
humor. "What d'you want us to do? Roll around on the floor?"

"Well why not?" Marton said as he slumped down and picked up his
cigarette.

Craig smothered a chuckle. "It's a novel idea but there is one issue I
want to talk about." Craig paused. "What I want to know is why, after
I told you how I felt about Marton, did you sleep with him again? I
mean you could have told me you were fuck buddies. "

"Yeah, well," Karl shifted uncomfortably. " It was kinda.. well...,"
He gave a little glare towards Marton for getting him into this
position yet again, before continuing with a sigh. "There was a plan.
I think."

Marton stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray. "Yeah there was. Talk
then shag. That was my plan."

Craig chuckled and shook his head. "Always a subtle one aren't you?
Why me? When you two have each other?"

Marton gave him a predatory look and crawled over to him. "Because
you're funny, sexy and our friend."

"And supposed to have already joined in," added Karl, almost
reproachfully. "But then when have Marton's plans ever gone exactly as
expected?"

"Never." Craig looked faintly surprised when Marton's body covered his
and those lips claimed his. Oh how often he had thought about this!
Dreamed about it, wanted it, craved it, jerked off to it and now it
was happening. The fact that Karl, his other best friend, was watching
just made it that much hotter. Groaning Craig fisted his hands in
Marton's hair and deepened the kiss as he rubbed his body against
Marton's.

Karl settled down to watch, his grin to to slow and lazy. Obviously
there hadn't been much point in getting the clothes back on; his hand
rubbed over his crotch gently as he watched them, assessing, wondering
where exactly he could jump in. He coughed lightly to draw attention
to himself.

Craig grinned at the cough and he ended the kiss. He ran his fingers
through Marton's hair as he whispered, quite loudly, "He thinks we've
forgotten him."

"Hmmm can't have that now can we?" Marton said as ot oot off Craig.
Craig got up and crawled over to Karl. "Feeling left out?" he purred
as he placed a kiss on Karl's crotch as he gazed hungrily up at Karl.

"As it happens," drawled Karl, his eyes darkening at the purr. He
gave a side glance towards Marton to check where he was, before
running his hand through Craig's hair. "You know," he mused lightly,
an eyebrow rising slightly. "You're far too dressed for the occasion,"

"Am I?" Craig as he stood before Karl. "Want to fix that?"

Marton had to pick his jaw up off the floor as he watched his two best
mates, and secret crushes, looking like they would devour each other.
He sat back and decided to watch them for now. It was a sweet sight.

Karl's eyes ran lazily down the proud body that was offered to him,
the grin widening like a cat that found the cream. "Oh, I guess I
could..," he purred himself, finally standing from the chair and
placing his hand on Craig's chest. He cocked his head slightly to one
side. "Hope you didn't like this particular shirt," He said
conversationally, before said piece of clothing was removed as quickly
as possible. Two buttons pinged off to be forever lost in the depths
underneath the sofa. Karl paused only to properly take in the view in
front of him before growling softly and bending to run his tongue
along Craig's collarbone, tasting him, his hands already moving to
seize hold of Craig's hips and grinding against him.

Craig jumped a bit as the shirt was torn form his body and discarded
carelessly. He groaned when Karl licked him. He ground his hips
agaiKarlKarl's as he moaned like a whore. Marton watching them was
making this extra horny and hot. He fisted his hands in Karl's hair
and kissed him forcefully and ran his tongue along his lips.

Karl needed no further encouragement, not that he had particularly
waited at the start. Growling again, he took possession of the kiss
after allowing Crais lis little bit of power, his hands drifting
around Craig's hips to cup his backside and crush him even further
against him. Karl rubbed himself against the firm body in front of
him, breaking the kiss only when the need for oxygen demanded that
they do this. "These. Off. Now." Karl's hands had wandered back and
were busy attacking the clasp that valiantly held Craig's trousers up,
while still trying to keep as much body contact as possible with the man.

Craig batted Karl's hands away and undid the clasp himself. After a
bit of wiggling, which wasn't so bad considering what he was rubbing
against, and struggling the pants were sailing across the room.
Finally naked Craig reached around and cupped Karl's bottom and ground
his achy, hard cock against Karl's cloth covered one.

Karl's expression was almost one of smugness. "Well," he breathed.
"That was easy," His jeans were becoming almost painfully tight; Karl
slid his hand between their bodies to pop the button, allowing himself
a little more room to breathe.

Wanting to ease that smug look Craig slid his hand down the front of
Karl's pants and stroked his erect cock. Sighing happily he set a fast
pace with his hand as he nibbled on Karl's neck.

"Fuck," Karl managed, as his little play was re-written. He bit his
lip, trying to keep back the constant moans that were demanding to be
cried, conscious of Marton somewhere in the background watching them.
Panting heavily, he tried to stand properly, without his legs
succeeding in collapsing underneath him. "This..isn't ..fair,"

"What?" Craig did a twist flick with his hand. "That?" he purred as he
kissed Karl

There was a strangled moan at that little addition. Karl had to take a
couple of heavy pants to clear his mind, which was becoming a little
too focused on the hand currently burrowing under his jeans. "Yes, that!"

"No what wasn't fair was you not telling me this is what you and
Marton wanted. Wasn't fair to keep me in the dark all those months I
whined and mooned over Marton. I think you both need to feel what
unfair is." Craig whispered as he crooked his leg behind Karl's and
deftly rolled them over so he was on top.

At the leg behind his own, Karl lost his balance immediately, grabbing
hold of Craig as he fell. Flat on his back, he stared up at Craig
speechless.

Craig grinned victoriously. "I think I like having you here at my
mercy with Marton watching. Oh if only we were at my house I have the
most wonderful toys that one as beautiful as you would no doubt
enjoy." Craig grinned as he continued to stroke Karl's erection.

Karl arched his back at the touch, a moan hissed through clenched
teeth. "And there's me thinking you're nice and innocent," he managed,
carefully moving himself into a position where he might be able to
turn the tables on the man above him.

Uncertainty flickered briefly in Craig's eyes. "I was...unsure of
weather or not to reveal that part of myself to you. I was scared you
would think me..." Craig paused as he fished for the right words.
"...disgustingly perverse..." he mumbled as he kissed and nibbled a
path down Karl's neck and chest pausing to suckle on his nipples.

"At this moment in time you could have a fetish for chicken costumes,
and I doubt whether I would care," Karl shut his eyes briefly at the
feel of Craig's tongue and lips on his sensitive nipples, sighing
contentedly, before putting his own weight into flipping their
positions, quickly wriggling over the older man's body and pinning him
down in a similar manner that Craig had done to him.

Craig yelped as he was suddenly on his back. He was going to reach up
with his hands to push Karl on his back when, to his surprise, Marton
seized his hands and pinned them to the floor. He stared up in shock
as Marton kissed him firmly on the mouth.

Karl winked. "Tag team," he confided cheerfully, and slid down Craig's
body to firmly trap the man's legs under his body weight, his hands
gently brushing against the man's arousal teasingly.

"Not fair." Craig ground out.

"What?" Marton asked innocently as he leaned over to nip at Craig's
nipples.

"Tag team and 'm the only one completely naked. Karl has his pants on
and you're completely dressed." Craig said as he arched toward
Marton's teasing lips.

"Yeah, we're good at not being fair," agreed Karl, before trailing his
tongue along the sensitive skin of Craig's erection, flickering across
the head. His hands were steady on the man's hips,urinuring that a
buck was unable to unseat him.

Craig groaned in defeat. They both felt so good it was almost to much
to bear! All he could do was lie there as Karl and Marton both
tormented him with the most sensual pleasure he'd ever felt.
"Please....more...need more..." he groaned as his body twisted trying
to get closer to them, to feel more of this delicious torment.

Karl paused in his deliberately slow licks, and lifted his head to
view Marton. "What do you think?" he queried with a cocky grin.

Marton sat back and undid his belt, he took it off and proceeded to
tie Craig's hands with the leather he tied the other end to the foot
of the couch. Standing Marton stripped off his clothes before he went
and knelt next to Karl. He pulled Karl off Craig and kissed him,
sliding his tongue inside he could taste how sweet Craig was. His
hands slid down and pushed the jeans off Karl's hips and tossed them
out of sight.

"I say he needs some more of your attentions." Marton smirked as Craig
moaned and thrashed on the floor, desperate in his need.

"Since when did I ever take orders from you?" retorted Karl
automatically, his eyes shining to indicate exactly how little he
cared about the domination. Freed of the denim prison that were his
jeans, Karl went back to the task in hand, finally taking Craig into
the whole of his mouth after a few more experimental licks.

"It wasn't an order. You asked me what I thought and I told you."
Marton said as he laid down next to Craig and let his hands roam all
over that beautiful chest.

Craig gave an inarticulate groan of pleasure and then he bit back a
scream as Karl sucked him all the way in. "Oh stop...I'm going to
come!" Craig choked out.

As an incentive to make Karl stop what he was doing, it was certainly
a poor one. His eyes glittering even more than before, Karl simply
redoubled his efforts, occasionally making a low hum in the back of
his throat to send vibrations through the older man's cock. His tongue
flickered evilly over the sensitive arousal, before sucking even
harder, the heat and ache of his own erection growing in importance in
his mind.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Craig screamed as he came hard inside Karl's
mouth, his whole body tensing then relaxing. His hands clawed at the
leather binding his wrists as he craved to touch one of them. Even
though he had just come he was far from sated. He wanted to be fucked
long and hard by both of them. Again and again as many times as they
wanted.

Marton groaned as he watched Craig come and his hand grasped his own
erection and slowly stroked it.

Licking his lips smugly, Karl sat back up, raising an eyebrow in
challenge towards Marton." Like to see you make him squeal that
loudly," he grinned.

Marton grinned. "Oh I can. You know I can." he said smugly as he
crawled over to Karl and kissed him. "But first I need to fetch
something." he stood and disappeared into the kitchen he returned
carrying a bottle of lube. "You'll have to move for me to do what I want."

Grudgingly but with his eyes firmly fixed on the bottle, Karl shifted
himself out the way. He dramatically gave a little flourish. "All
yours, mate."

TBC