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Author's Note: Yet another smut prompt landed in my lap, and I wrote this to spite everyone because Loki has two hands, Mobius has two hands, Sylvie has two hands... add a heap of chemistry and viola! They make a lovely triangle and that is that. Fight me. Enjoy. (I may have listened to 3 by Britney Spears one too many times along the way. Oops.)

Some of the spite comes from I getting forcefully removed from a writing forum that gave me the prompt to begin with, so have some topping there.

Also, because AllegraAnimal on AO3 has been overdosing me on serotonin for the past week, I hope that they accept this little gift in return. :)

I hope you like it!

Word Count: 2,158

Warning Tag: Three-Way; Bondage; BDSM; Language

Caught In-Between

Loki was laid out on the bed, arms and legs comfortably spread out and restrained on either side of him, leaving him completely exposed for Mobius to drink in his luminescent pale skin that jumped out against the dark sheets under him. Sylvie stood beside the bed, arms shackled above her and attached to a track system that allowed her to move around the room this way. She was blindfolded, as was Loki, and just as naked and pale as he was but held traces of scars from her past that were etched into her. Mobius held the eyelet that was centered at her back from her harness, guiding her over to Loki and aiding her to climb up on the bed with her knees.

She took in a deep breath, causing her perky and strapped breasts to move with the motion as she got situated on her knees beside Loki, shivering ever so slightly from the way her plug and vibrator shifted from the movement. Mobius had just finished prepping her and long since abandoned the crop whip to be replaced with a flogger. He carefully looked over his masterpieces, recalling how well they both took their prepping so eagerly (though Loki had a mouth on him and Mobius contemplated fucking it as punishment but decided to let it slide for now). They both were lightly panting, eagerly anticipating what he was going to treat them to next.

Mobius reached up and slid light hands down Sylvie's arms, noticing that her hands were starting to turn blue.

He moved to hover beside her ear. "You alright?"

She gave him a little nod before replying, "Yes."

He tisked at this, giving her arse a swift swat, noticing that Loki had responded to it as well before he released the chain and gently guided her bound wrists and arms to fall in front of her. Mobius curled his fingers over her bluing ones, feeling their iciness seep through.

"No need to lie, sweetheart," Mobius whispered.

He gave her back a nudge then, commanding her to sit up on her knees and to swing a leg over Loki's waist. Loki let out a soft moan as she settled over him, his cock pressing against the crease of her arse now. She kept her hands to herself, however, curling her fingers around themselves as they returned to their pale color again.

"Good," Mobius said, giving both Loki and Sylvie feather-light touches of his fingers against their arms. "Stay."

He pressed a palm against her clavicle then, taking the small flogger in the other to trail the leather down her back and followed it with his hand down her front, detouring to lightly tease her pierced nipples before reaching the apex of her thighs to remove the device from her. She moaned at the release, soaking his hand and Loki's stomach as a result.

"Fuck, Mobius!" Loki growled, jerking his wrists defiantly against the cuffs.

Mobius responded by slipping his wet fingers into his mouth, allowing him to taste her. "You want her?"

Loki slid his tongue greedily around his handler's digits in reply. He retrieved his fingers and promptly pressed the butt end of the flogger against Sylvie's back, commanding her to move up Loki's body. She obliged, leaving him damp from her nectar along the way. Loki panted against the shifting weight, feeling her carefully settle on his chest. He attempted to move forward to claim her but she pressed her bound hands firmly against his collarbone, keeping him in place. Mobius watched the exchange, smirking slightly at her comment.

"Behave," Sylvie hissed out, letting a finger roam over his jawline.

Mobius gave her back another gentle pet with the flogger before positioning himself to give her a few precise hits to her mid-back. He moved to the other side to treat it equally as well, much to her delight. She started to subtly rock herself on Loki.

Loki whined then, probably feeling neglected by him a little bit, so he lowered the flogger to trail over his stomach and side as he moved up to the top of the bed. Mobius knelt down and brushed his lips against Loki's ear.

"Please her well," he whispered, pressing a kiss against his temple. "And you will get your treat."

Mobius stood and placed a hand on the small of Sylvie's back. "On your knees."

She lifted herself up, Loki took in a heavy breath from the lack of pressure on him. Mobius guided her to the point where her knees were firmly tucked under his armpits and she hovered her dripping heat over Loki. Mobius caressed the side of his face as he dove into her open-mouthed. She gasped at the suddenness of it, shifting her hips in response to his eager tongue. Mobius stepped back some, observing the pair basking in each other before he lazily started to stroke himself. When he saw Sylvie starting to tremble did he step back in, positioning himself on the bed behind her to stabilize her. He hovering over Loki on his own knees firmly clamped on either side of him, keeping a firm arm around her waist while he slowly worked out the plug from her arse. She moaned, weighing heavily on his arm in order to not fully suffocate Loki, he placed a hand over a cheek to spread it, sliding his cock over her lower back before entering her slowly. Repositioning his hand to hold her at the hip, he retained the one around her waist as Sylvie threw herself back against him, moaning and swimming in waves of her own ecstasy. Mobius planted a kiss on her shoulder, moving against her slowly while she continued to be fucked by Loki's mouth. He could tell she was very wound up, a sign she was forcing back her own release in order to revel in the sensation.

Mobius couldn't have that.

He thrusted into her, pressing his lips against her temple as he did it again, relishing in her whimpering, squeaky exhales in return. He held her firmly against him as her legs wanted to give out. He snaked his arm up her front, still holding her firm, to toy with the cool metal that aided in pearling her nipples so prettily.

"Come for me, sweetheart," Mobius muttered, "I know you want to. Reward him."

And she did, letting out a muted cry as she rode out her orgasm on Mobius' cock and Loki's mouth. She went limp against him then as she started to settle, and he carefully pulled himself out and escorted her to lay beside Loki and recover. Taking the liberty of removing the blindfold in the process to allow her the privilege to watch and releasing her cuffs as well. Loki whined again, growing increasingly impatient with the neglect. Mobius only chuckled at this, capturing his incoherent noises with his mouth, drinking in her taste while lightly soothing his chapped lips with a tongue.

"Your turn, precious," Mobius whispered against his lips, receiving a breathy, inaudible response.

Mobius scaled down his body, leaving red lines behind where his fingers trailed after his tongue. Loki's skin crawled from the sensation, and Mobius didn't hesitate to collect the frustrated cock in his mouth. Loki released an audible pant, and Mobius heard that sly vixen releasing his restraints in the process. Loki's long, thin fingers quickly found Mobius' hair, digging them deeply into his scalp as he sucked and trailed his tongue over the sensitive flesh.

He could feel Loki was close if the urgent thrust into his mouth was any indication. One hand vanished from his scalp, and Mobius could only hear a muffled groan upon Loki's release, draining him dry only to see that he was already building back up again when he released him and removed the ring. Sitting upright, he saw that Sylvie was busying herself with his mouth while he greedily stroked her cunt, dipping fingers between her folds. His blindfold was removed. She bit at Loki's lip and pulled back, he stuttered a gasp in return, trying to combat the action. Loki didn't even seem to notice that Mobius removed the cuffs from his ankles.

"Brats, the both of you," Mobius weakly scolded as he watched them while cleaning himself up for the next round.

Mobius crawled up the bed, taking the liberty to pull Sylvie off Loki and swat his hand away from her in the process. He turned her and pinned her down, a forearm resting firmly against her chest. Sylvies blue eyes flashed in challenge, daring him to retaliate against her taking his role over. He curled his fingers firmly in her hair, roughly capturing her mouth with his while claiming her heat with his own digits. He worked her quickly, feeling that coil tightening around him as he did before denying her the unraveling she whined for. He left her gasping and frustrated when he released her, and she narrowed her eyes dangerously at him for the punishment.

Loki had wrapped himself around Mobius during the altercation, nuzzling out his own silent apology with gentle kisses and light caresses to his back and neck. Mobius kept a firm arm on Sylvie as he straightened up.

"Stay," he commanded, knowing that he foolishly failed to say this earlier and so that loophole was gladly exploited by her.

Mobius focused his attention on Loki now who was still desperately trying to appease him from discipline. He dug his hand through his hair and pulled him away, giving his arse a few firm slaps after turning him to face Sylvie who still laid on her back, panting as she watched the two. Loki's back straightened on impact, biting down on his lip and flinching his eyes shut. The way his cock jerked with the contact didn't go unnoticed by Mobius. The emotion was swirling around them, settling heavily over them enough that Mobius contemplated if he should start bringing them down or if they could handle this final step.

"You both alright?" he asked loud enough for both to hear, settling his eyes on Sylvie's face while waiting for verbal responses.

"Yes, sir," she said, eyes glinting as she spoke, soon moving her gaze to settle on Loki's weeping cock.

"Fucking fuck me already, you bastard!" Loki snarled, receiving a slap across his face and Mobius aggressively pulling his head back to kiss him, biting his tongue.

"No need to be so impatient and rude, precious," Mobius whispered, releasing Loki and pressing his hand to his back. "Be more cooperative like this sweetie here before you and you'll have better results."

Loki narrowed his eyes at Sylvie who smiled back innocently.

"Compliant little pet," he hissed at her, to which she winked in response and kissed the air before outlining her lips with her tongue.

"Take her and treat her like the royalty she is," he commanded. "I want to hear her," he added in a whisper before looking at Sylvie and mouthing, 'You're my favourite,' her way.

Of course he was only playing, there was no way he could favor one over the other like that, though Sylvie was less mouthy.

Loki eagerly obliged, not noticing the coy look in her eye she returned to Mobius.

Mobius worked out the small plug from Loki after he took her, leaving him whining before he situated behind him and had Loki take him in full, too. Sylvie released a mewl at the sensation of Loki being shoved into her from the action. She wrapped her legs around Mobius' hips then, wanting to touch him in some way while she was being consumed by Loki. He appeased her, pressing his forearms over her calves while gripping Loki's hips firmly.

They soon found a pace and rhythm, one that wasn't going to last based on just how wound up everyone was already. Mobius pulled Loki up against him, muttering over his shoulder.

"I want to hear you." Mobius hit his sweet spot, making Loki groan. "Make her be heard, too."

Loki must have met that perfect spot of hers right then, as Sylvie snapped her eyes closed and cried out, gripping the sheets under her tightly as she squirmed against him, milking his own release along with a strangled grunt of his own. Mobius smirked against Loki's back, allowing their verbal pleasures to push him over his edge as he met Loki's sensitive spot a final time.

Exhausted and spent, the three untangled from each other only to curl against one another once they lied down. Mobius went to Loki to cuddle up to and gently nuzzle against, Slyvie pressed against his back and half-laying over him, resting her head on his shoulder as she released a soft purring sigh. Loki laid on his back, completely spent and only able to very lazily trace circles over Mobius' hip as he quickly fluttered off to sleep.