Wanting Marton

A/N: Once again the wonderful Foofy helped me with this! :)

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Craig arched an eyebrow at their bantering. "So all I am to you both is a challenge?" he said in a slightly teasing way as Marton crawled over his spent body.

"Oh you're more than that love." Marton purred as he leaned closer to capture Craig's lips with his own.

Karl grinned to himself and moved into position, although holding back as he allowed Marton his turn. After all, it was only polite to share.

Craig groaned softly as he attempted to deepen the kiss but growled when Marton seemed content to simply tease him. Marton smiled as he pulled back and let his fingers roam all over Craig's chest before dipping lower to caress Craig's semi hard cock. Craig yelped as he bit his lip, he was still very sensitive down there! Eyeing the bottled of lube he wondered what Marton had in mind. Marton dipped lower and eventually kissed the inside of Craig's thigh. Craig jumped before he settled himself. Looking over at Karl he groaned softly as he practically begged.

"Kiss me?"

Karl's eyes shifted towards Marton cautiously, and decided that he probably wouldn't be wrecking any carefully laid plans. Well, possibly. And, in all fairness, he wasn't entirely sure he cared at this stage. Moving towards Craig, he gave another glance towards Marton and grinned lazily, before brushing his lips over Craig's. "You know," he mused lightly. "You suit the whole pleading thing,"

Marton's eyes flicked up to watch as he took Craig's cock deep into his mouth. Oh yes he could get used to this. He sighed happily as he sucked hard from root to tip then slid back down again. Craig whined deep in his throat as he seized Karl's lips with his. He ran his tongue over Karl's lips and slowly coaxed them open. One of Marton's hands slid lower and cupped Craig's balls, squeezing them gently before one finger slid lower and circled Craig's opening.

Karl allowed Craig to possess his mouth, knowing full well the tables would be turned shortly. He could afford to be a little generous in this area. The man slid himself into a position where he could start to play with Craig's chest without getting in the way of Marton's activities, and purred his pleasure into Craig's mouth.

Craig whined deep in his throat as he pushed his hips down against Marton's questing finger. Oh the irony! How long had he wanted this? How long and he desired to be touched by Marton in this way? How many months had he fantasized about this and here he was now getting exactly that. Now if he could figure out if he would survive this onslaught! Marton laughed darkly as he withdrew his finger, ignoring the frustrated groan that issued from Craig, and slathered some of the lube onto his finger. Opening his mouth wider he took Craig's cock deep into his throat as he slid a finger inside Craig's hole. Craig sucked hard on Karl's tongue as he back arched into both sets of teasing hands. Karl was having some difficulty hanging on with all this bucking underneath him, and firmly vowed to make life difficult for Marton next time they tried things. Equally, certain people seemed to be having all the fun.

Giving a final kiss to Craig and allowing them both a little time to breathe properly, he glanced down at Marton, a wicked glint in his eye. "You keep that up you're gonna kill him before we've even had a chance to start,"

"Mmmmm" Craig purred. "What a way to go that would be!" he pushed down against Marton's hand as a second finger was added.

Crooking his finger, Marton brushed Craig's sweet spot. "What do you want Craig?" he asked.

"I want you to fuck me, and then I want Karl to fuck me." Craig answered honestly as he squirmed a bit as a third finger was added. "I want you both to make me scream."

Karl raised an eyebrow. "Demanding, isn't he?" he commented lightly, eyes sparkling.

"Very." Marton purred as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of Craig's spasming hole. "Should we comply with his wishes?"

"You say that as though I have willpower to stop myself,"

Marton snorted as he removed his fingers. Sitting back he grabbed the bottle again and liberally coated his erection with the lube. "I...we know you Karl. You could stop anytime you wanted. You have a willpower I've never seen before!" he said as he placed his erection at Craig's well stretched hole.

Craig whined in disappointment when Marton withdrew his fingers but soon he felt something harder and more blunt push against his entrance. Groaning excitedly he wrapped his legs around Marton's waist and struggled to pull him closer. He went to wrap his arms around Marton's shoulders but growled when he realized he was still tied to the couch.

"Yeah, well," Karl was busy watching Marton's progress with a keen eye. "It gets bloody difficult after a while to be quite so perfect, eh?" He winked, and gestured towards Craig.

"Come on, old man, get on with it!"

Marton rolled his eyes as he pushed all the way inside of Craig and he sighed, content.

"Karl I love you dearly but would you please shut the fuck up? I gave you time undisturbed so you should give me the same."

Craig clawed at his bindings as he relaxed around Marton's huge shaft. "Both of you shut up." he gritted out as he squeezed his muscles around Marton's cock. "You fuck me now! Hard and fast." he ordered Marton, panting in anticipation.

Marton arched an eyebrow but said nothing; he pulled out and then slid back inside. He set a slow, torturous rhythm intending on driving Craig insane before he allowed him to come. Craig moaned and arched against Marton as he met every thrust with a push of his own. After several minutes Craig was begging Marton in earnest.

Karl rolled his eyes at the constant demands that were being aimed at him, but obediently belted up, watching the action with a hungry expression. His own cock was throbbing persistently, a constant reminder in his mind that was wearing down any willpower he might have had, amazing as it might have been. The fact that Marton's little torments were torturing more than one person were not passing him by. Knowing Marton, this was probably pre-planned. Stroking himself in time with Marton's thrusts, Karl was almost about to say something but stopped himself, knowing full well that Marton was likely to slow down even more. He growled softly to himself in his frustration.

Marton looked up at Karl and smirked arrogantly as he pulled out of Craig but instead of the slow rhythm he thrust back in, changing the rhythm to fast and hard. Craig moaned happily as every thrust now came into jarring contact with his prostate. Marton jerked one hand off Craig's hip and started stroking his cock in time with his thrusts. Craig wailed at the top of his lungs as he came hard all over his chest and Marton's hand. Marton grunted as his shaft was ruthlessly squeezed by Craig's contracting muscles. After a few more thrusts Marton came hard deep inside Craig.

Karl met Marton's gaze with a grin. "Show off," he mouthed.

Marton lay on top of Craig for a few minutes as he regained his breath. Sighing softly he carefully withdrew from Craig's sated body. Craig opened one bleary eye and smiled up at Marton. Unable to resist, Marton leaned over and kissed Craig softly before he murmured. "One half of your wish completed Master." he teased.

Craig grinned before they both looked over at Karl and sighed. "Poor Karl." Craig drawled. "Do you need some help with that?" he asked innocently as Marton nipped at Craig's neck before he moved off Craig and lay beside him on the floor, his hands caressing Craig's hair and ears.

Karl raised an eyebrow. "Keep it up, sweetheart, and you'll find you have much more to worry about than Marton's slow routine," he drawled.

"Promises. Promises..." Craig smiled impishly.

Marton laughed softly as he reached up and untied Craig's hands. Craig sighed happily but a groan of pain left is lips as blood returned to his limbs. Marton made a sympathetic noise as he rubbed Craig's arms and hands gently. With his arms folded, cocky expression on his face, Karl appeared to be in full pirate mode. His head slightly tilted to one side as he assessed Craig with a calculating expression, he coughed lightly. "I believe it's my turn, princess?"

"Princess?" Craig squeaked. "I'm not the one who pranced around wearing wings and a loincloth! I am the leader of all the elves in Lorien and don't you forget it." he harrumphed.

Marton laughed as he kissed the top of Craig's head. "Yes you were, and I am your lord so ha-ha."

Craig wrinkled his nose and looked to Karl. "Well aren't you going to fuck me?" he demanded.

"I was." Karl grinned, determined to be more of a bastard than Marton. "Although I'm not sure I like your attitude, *princess*." Winking at Marton, he moved across, running his eyes down Craig's body possessively before placing a hand on Craig's hip gently. "Sure you want to play with the big boys?" he breathed, before putting his full weight into flipping Craig onto his front.

Craig grunted as he was flipped over but he managed to not lash out at Karl. Laying his head on his arms he wiggled his bottom enticingly at Karl. "I don't know Karl, are you ready to play with the big boys?"

"How can you not like his attitude Karl? So sassy. As I recall you did like sassy." Marton ran his hand down Craig's spine.

"Sassy yes but snarky I can probably do without," he grinned, and gave the wriggling backside a quick slap which sounded a lot more tough than it actually was. Covering Craig's body with his own, he breathed in the familiar scent, nipping Craig's neck briefly before moving back and trailing his finger down the older man's back. There was no need whatsoever for any preparations; Marton had done more than enough on that front.

"Right, Princess. Let's see what you got," murmured Karl, relishing the prospect as he lined himself up and pushed into Craig with a firm thrust.

Craig arched his back and moaned low as he was penetrated again. Groaning, he thrust his hips slightly to rub his cock against the carpet. He was surprised that after two orgasms he would get hard again!

Marton sat back and ran his fingers through Craig's hair. Karl raked his nails down the soft skin of Craig's buttocks, before seizing hold of his hips again and continuing to thrust, losing himself in the sensation of being completely surrounded in the warm velvet heat. His breath, already irregular, began to come out in hard sharp pants as he tried to control himself, to make it last a little longer than his body was crying out for.

Craig squeezed his muscles tight around Karl as he moaned softly. "ah, ah, ah, ah, ah." he sighed over and over as he lost himself to the pleasurable sensations.

Karl growled in his throat, his eyes shut, hands tightening on Craig's hips. His thrusts, so very careful at the start, had lost themselves to almost mindless slamming, his body having had more than it's fair share of frustrations as far as it was concerned. God, he was close.

Craig cried out over and over as his over taxed body and nervous system was overloaded again. Arching against Karl he felt his body tighten as he came again. Slumping forward he lay on the floor gasping for air.

At the feel of Craig's muscles tightening around him, Karl recognized that there was no chance he was likely to survive this onslaught to his willpower. Submitting to the inevitable, he groaned heavily as he finally found his release, shooting into the waiting body of Craig.

Craig groaned softly as he felt Karl release inside of him. Marton smiled at the sight of his two best mates in such a compromising position.

"Beautiful." Marton smiled.

"Still need to talk." Craig mumbled as he lay there sated and spent. He couldn't even move his hands.

"Later." Marton promised. "First I say we go lay somewhere more comfortable, Like a bed. What do you say Karl?"

"Nnnnngh," Karl had flopped backwards after carefully withdrawing and was now trying to recover his senses, leaning against a chair to allow his muscles a much needed break. "Bed sounds good to me."

Marton smirked as he stood, pulling a half asleep Craig up with him. Craig leaned against Marton limp from three very powerful orgasms. Marton laughed and effortlessly picked Craig up and headed for the bedroom. After making sure Craig was snuggled inside Karl's bed he headed back to the living room. "Need help mate?" he asked a very contented Karl.

Karl lifted his arm and allowed some Marton assistance to come his way. "You planning to give him some rest before you start on your usual perverted ways?" he grinned.

"Well yeah, and like he said we still have to talk also." Marton grinned as he helped Karl into his room then into bed. Craig mumbled something as he rolled over and curled himself around Karl. Chuckling softly Marton slid behind Craig and wrapped his arms around both men. Craig sighed softly glad to be back with his two best friends and promptly fell asleep. Karl was cheered by the almost complete absence of any talking, and yawned himself. Craig's tiredness seemed to be catching. "You still wanna talk, or is it more appropriate to have the Princess here awake?"

"After a nap." Marton mumbled as he yawned.