Somewhere in the back of Deuce's mind, he couldn't believe that he had just said that to his superiors. It not only was extremely slutty but also entirely inappropriate. What had he been thinking?! But that really was the question. Why had he asked that? Because his body felt like he had a terrible fever and his cock ached horribly. His guts twinged and twisted as his nethers quaked with need. The soft material of the sheets below him were steadily growing wet with the slicking substance escaping his ass. The sheets clung to his sweaty skin, sliding and rubbing against him with a revolting wet sensation was disgusting and he felt a little sick if he was being honest. But his anus was twitching, instinctively relaxing to accept the penetration his mind craved.
He shifted in his seat there atop of the exam table. His cheeks were a deep red as he dipped his head. The humiliation was too great. He had just expressed his deepest desire while lost in the heat of an aphrodisiac. How weak could he be? He should have been able to hold off and simply jerk off once they had left. What if it got them in trouble? What would he do then? He didn't want to be a disappointment to the crew. Yes, he knew that there were other couples to be found on the ships but not between the commanders and their subordinates. Wasn't that wrong? God, what if he had fucked things up royally with such a thoughtless question? There were other ways to take care of the burning heat he felt in his anus and the ache of his terribly stiff cock. But yet, the very thought of touching himself turned his stomach the slightest bit. He had already asked them to fuck him, didn't that mean that it was now their choice to allow him to touch himself? He was the subordinate, wasn't he?
He clenched his eyes shut when his gaze drifted down upon his own cock. His erection stood tall and stiff. The tip was already slick and drenched in his own pre-cum, glistening in the bright lights of the exam area. The glands of the cockhead were so hard they were a deep red and well defined. The cockslit was relaxed and gleamed as the pre dribbled out like a weak fountain. He found himself hating the tea that he had drank. Never before had his body ever reacted in such a filthy way. He just wanted to slap his own cock out of anger. To feel the stinging bite of skin impacting against delicate skin. But the very notion caused his erection to twitch excitedly, throbbing with a deep craving. It was like he was trapped in some vicious, sexual cycle!
"I mean…" Thatch chuckled as he stepped back over to stand beside Marco. He reached out and gently grabbed Marco's ass, squeezing. "...I don't see why we can't help the poor kid out, Marco."
Marco worked to keep from gasping at the strong grip on his ass. How long had it been since he and Thatch had had the time off to fulfill their desire for each other? The man's touch was tormenting his already flustered nerve-endings. Need boiled with the heat currently pooling in Marco's lower belly. How he longed to reach up and grab his lover by the scar, pulling him down into a heated kiss that portrayed their secret passion. But he refrained. The moment was not about his own desires but rather what was beneficial for his loyal subordinate. That in itself raised a series of ethical questions that Marco wasn't sure how to deal with. He had to make sure that this was really what Deuce wanted. If the influence of the drug was too strong on the young man then having sex with him would cause more harm to the young doctor's mind in the long run than good and possibly even destroy the deep trust that Deuce held in his superiors.
The blond gently touched Thatch's arm but pulled away from him. He smiled, moving over to stand beside Deuce's bed. He reached out, stroking the hair out of the younger man's face, feeling how sweat made the blue strands stick to their skin. "Deuce, is this what you really want?"
"Of course!" Deuce exclaimed as he pressed his face against Marco's warm hand, nuzzling at the palm. The younger man's heart thumped fast. Marco's skin was so soft and his touch so kind.
"I just…" Marco sighed softly. He suddenly felt very tired, a sensation that he was not fond of. "I need to make sure you're properly consenting as you are currently under the influence of mind and hormone altering drugs."
Deuce blinked at him for a moment before realization settled. He bit his lip, worrying the plump flesh between his teeth. This was really just growing increasingly more embarrassing despite the flare of confidence that was beginning to spark in his heart. He knew what his body craved and it could grant him a desire his mind had only ever been able to dream of. He fidgeted with the sheets before smiling at Marco and looked over at Thatch. "Commander, can you pass me that notepad on the desk."
"You know, Deuce…" Thatch grabbed the notepad and pen, walking it over to Deuce. "You should drop the formalities and start using our names otherwise banging you is gonna get real awkward real fast."
"O-oh!" Deuce blushed as he took the notepad, hands shaking a bit from the burning need in his body. "I apologize. I hadn't realized how much of an issue it was. I'll try." Deuce took a slow, steadying breath in before he started to write on the notepad. It was a little scrawled but readable. His hand started to shake bad and he whimpered as he got to the end, signing his name. He shifted in his seat, the soaked sheets under his ass felt disgusting! The slick material kept riding up between his cheeks and rubbing against his sensitive anus. The brush of sensation brought tears to his eyes as his hips instinctively canted down but found no friction, only disappointment. He worked to ignore it and handed the note to Marco.
The phoenix took the note and started to read it aloud to his companions. "I, Deuce, hereby sign this agreement of my own choice. I am consenting to allow all sexual acts done to me as prescribed by Marco the Phoenix, my primary physician." Marco paused to glare at Deuce incredulously before continuing. "As I, Deuce, am currently under the power of a strong aphrodisiac and cannot make my own decisions moving forward until it passes. I hereby allow Marco to make all decisions regarding my physical, mental, and sexual health until I have recovered. Signed, Deuce."
"Well now, I guess that settles things!" Thatch laughed. He pulled his hand back before swinging it forward, slapping Marco's ass and making the blond yelp in surprise. This action earned him a glare from the doctor but that only made the chef grin.
"I suppose it does." Marco murmured unhappily as he walked away, rubbing the slapped area before hiding the note in his desk for future reference. He looked over at Deuce and frowned. He hated to see him like that but also there was a size issue. They were all very tall and the size of the exam table was minimal. It had not been constructed to hold the weight of three large males "exercising" atop of it. They were going to need to find another place for this to happen if they were going to be doing this for a while. Judging by the properties he had already seen and from what he had heard in the past about similar drugs of such rarity, the effects of this aphrodisiac would not be wearing off for some time. There was a possibility that it might take as many as several days to leave Deuce's system. All the while, without the comfort and chemical rush of sexual activity, Deuce would be suffering from potentially high fevers and severe body aches unless he received what his body craved.
A long, low groan escaped Marco as he covered his face with his hands. Never in his life did he think he would need to perscribe copious amounts of sex as a means for a crew member to get their health back. How the hell was he supposed to write that into an official report for his medical notes?! What on earth was he going to do?! What if one of the other doctors in his division got a hold of those notes and suddenly discovered everything?! What then?!
"Babe?" Marco jerked as he felt someone touch his arm. He didn't even register the question that had followed the touch. He pulled his hands away from his face and slowly looked up to see a concerned Thatch standing before him.
"What?" Marco asked as he straightened up.
"I asked if you were alright." Thatch reaffirmed as he lovingly rubbed Marco's arm. His touch was light but with an edge of worry as he awaited an answer. Over the years that they had been on the same crew, Thatch had noticed that Marco had two variations of silence. One was where he knew everything about a situation and was torturously waiting for you to figure it out on your own. The other was a type of internal meltdown where he hid things surprisingly well and usually just made it look like he was tired. But Thatch had learned what to look for when a meltdown was imminent and often worked to avert it.
"Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just thinking about paperwork." Marco smiled and relaxed his shoulders, trying to leave his worries for the future. Taking care of his patient was the primary objective right now.
"Well, paperwork's for a different time!" Thatch sidestepped to stand beside Marco and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He started to walk the blond back to Deuce, who had covered up in the blankets once more. Thatch gave Marco a pat on the back and grinned. "Alrighty. I say we get to the fun part before you both just combust into a pile of paperwork!"
"We need to find a more relaxing place for this to take place. The exam table isn't going to hold all of our weight." Marco cleared his throat, blushing the slightest bit as he thought that sentence over more readily. He could not believe that he and his lover were about to fuck his subordinate. This wasn't going to become standard policy was it? That would be difficult to explain to new recruits.
"Sounds great!" Thatch smiled brightly. "There's a small port town a little past the pirate cove. We can find a nice room there and have a romp. What do you two think?"
"That sounds wonderful." Marco smiled, relaxing as he realized they would not be on the ship during their little sexcapade. Deuce whined cutely, red in the face, and was quick to nod.
"Alrighty then!" Thatch leaned in and kissed Marco on the cheek before turning to leave. "You grab what supplies you need and get Deuce dressed. I'll go rent us a nice comfy room with a kitchen at the inn and meet you back here to help Deuce to town."
Marco opened his mouth on instinct to protest but found that he had nothing to refute. That was actually an excellent plan. Especially getting an inn room with a kitchen. Deuce would need protein and liquids if he was going to be spending hours getting fucked. Thatch would know best what to make him to keep his energy up and his health intact. This decided, Marco shut his mouth and turned to Deuce. He felt the younger man's forehead and made sure to make note of the heat increase before going to get medical items that they would need on their stay at the inn.
~*~z~*~
Getting Deuce to the inn had been quite the chore. Wearing clothing was almost torturous as his skin grew increasingly hot and sensitive. His erection wouldn't go down and was hard to the point that the pressure of clothes against it was basically agony. His skin was coated with sweat from the increased fever and they had to keep him hidden from the rest of the former Spade pirates so that they did not freak out over his extreme condition. The worst part had been when they had passed by Ace - who was lying unconscious in a half-empty bowl of soup - and Deuce had needily started to mewl the man's name. Marco had only just barely stopped Deuce from reaching out to touch the freckled fire-user. That had been a situation they needed to get away from quickly, though Marco had made note of the need in Deuce's voice for future reference.
But now they had made it to the inn, Deuce was completely incapable of human speech. He was dazed from the fever, torso glistening with sweat and his thighs were soaked with slick. His eyes were a little glazed as Thatch and Marco laid him on the large bed. Thatch worked on removing Deuce's boots while Marco struggled with the younger doctor's coat. Normally that should not have been such a great feat but a very needy Deuce kept playfully grabbing at Marco's shirt. At one point, lamp light from outside shone into the room and shimmered off of Marco's jeweled belt, attracting Deuce's currently simple-minded curiosity.
The younger man stopped grabbing and instead just watched how the light splashed off the belt and made speckles of light dance on the walls. He started to murmur happily, a few sounds here and there that started to sound a bit like Ace's name. The obvious crush made the two older men smile and share a soft chuckle. While Thatch was pulling slick-soaked clothing away from Deuce's skin, Marco found himself wondering if he could ask the captain of the former Spade pirates to come help their poor doctor recover from this most ridiculous ailment.
It was worth a shot and it would probably make Deuce very happy. If he was even conscious of anything that was currently happening, that was.
"Wow! Who knew that such a cutie was hiding underneath all those ridiculously heavy clothes." Thatch patted Deuce's belly before lovingly rubbing over the strong abs. He grinned and dragged his eyes up over Marco's lean toned figure. "Because really, the whole 'open shirt, tits out' thing is just a fuckin' tease."
Marco scoffed softly and rolled his eyes. He smirked at his lover and closed his shirt as he turned away. He chuckled to himself as he heard an affronted sound from Thatch and mutterings of what sounded like "bastard birb". Relishing his small win, Marco walked to the window and opened it just a crack. Soon it would make the room very cold but it would help to bring down Deuce's fever and stop it from reaching concerning levels before they could begin "treatment".
"Deuce, ya still with us, Buddy?" Thatch asked softly as he snapped his fingers in front of Deuce's face. The young doctor blinked a few times and his sluggish gaze shifted to Thatch's hand.
"Yes, sir." Deuce murmured softly, sounding a bit dazed. The cold air from the window flowed into the room and settled against Deuce's heated skin. The cool soothed the ache in his skin and his rigid muscles relaxed. As the agony in his nerves eased, so did the fog from his mind. He blushed tiredly and shyly looked away from the chef. How was he ever to live this event down? He would be scarred for life but thank god no one else knew about it. It was already more than he could bear to know that he had asked his commanders something so raunchy.
"Great! We were starting to get worried about you." Thatch sat with hands in his lap beside Deuce. He looked down into the younger man's face with concern. "Marco told me what happened. Next time, let him check it out first."
"Sorry, sir." Deuce murmured softly, looking away. He felt dumb. He had been foolish and was paying for it with the loss of his mind. He was finding it difficult to focus on the other man's words for more than a few moments at a time. It was a frightening sensation as he felt a bit like losing himself.
"Deuce." Marco called out softly, taking a seat on the bed. "You've signed your consent form. It's alright to drift and lose focus. We'll take care of you."
"God!" Deuce whined softly. He shakily lifted his hands to his face. He covered his face and a loud whine bubbled up inside his throat. Hidden by the darkness of his own hands, his eyes watered and his lip began to tremble. It felt like a lump was steadily starting to build up in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. He could not believe his misfortune. He felt like his world was dissolving the tiniest bit. He was stupid! He began to mutter behind his hands in his despair. "I really wanted to be coherent and conscious for my first time."
This caused the other two to pause. A look of surprise and concern was passed between them. Thatch sighed and leaned over Deuce. He was careful not to startle the younger man while gently lifting up one of the doctor's hands so that he could look him in the eye. It was a bit of a different game if what Deuce said was actually true.
"First time?" The chef questioned gently. A jab of concern and sympathy stabbed his heart when he noticed tear-tracks on Deuce's heated cheeks. He smiled softly as his free hand swiped the moisture away. "You're a virgin?"
An odd little squeak escaped the blue-haired man's closed mouth. He averted his eyes and scrunched up his mouth to build up his courage before he forced himself to speak. "T-technically?"
The reply came out as more of a question than a definitive answer. The other man's voice was very quiet as if answering was the most mortifying thing he had ever done. Concerned, Thatch looked over and caught Marco's eyes before releasing Deuce's hand. "The hell does 'technically' mean in this case, Deuce?"
"Well..." Deuce's mouth felt dry and he rather did not want to be having this conversation. How was one supposed to comfortably have this conversation while laying naked on the bed with a full leaking erection and a half-foggy mind? Still, it was nice that they were taking such an interest! He knew that it was because they wanted him to feel comfortable and safe through all of this. He found that to be sweet and he was very appreciative of their care. "Uh, well, you see… I have played around. But only with myself; never anyone else."
Thatch had to admit he was surprised. Judging by the mild expression and slow blinking from Marco, the blond was shocked as well. Deuce was very well liked, both by the former Spade pirates as well all of the Whitebeard pirates. It was a little surprising that the young doctor hadn't fooled around with anyone.
"Seriously?" Thatch couldn't keep the shock out of his voice. "You're a pirate, man! Fooling around is all we do!"
Deuce tried to reply but as he opened his mouth the only thing that escaped was a long needy whine that had got caught in his throat. Thatch watched his turmoil and smirked. The chef stood stretched before walking over to Marco.
"Change of plans." Thatch stated confidently. Marco eyed him in interest but Thatch just leaned forward, their lips brushed together as Thatch's hand rested on his lover's hip. He sucked on Marco's bottom lip, teasing it between his teeth, before whispering softly. "First times are special, Marco, and everyone knows your little mouse has the hots for you. You can't possibly believe he came all over himself just from a pretty bird playing with his hole. It had to be a specific pretty bird. You should have him first. We'll share after."
A skilled hand stroked down Marco's stomach, tracing the firm muscle, making him gasp. Marco's jeweled belt was unclipped, falling to the carpet with a soft clatter. Thatch pressed his nose under Marco's jaw. He dragged hot kisses over the blond's throat while his hands were busy unwrapping the sash from his lover's hips. Thatch could feel the other man shift his weight from one foot to the other as his hand stroked down the front of Marco's pants, feeling the stiff heat trapped beneath while slowly undoing the zipper with his free hand. There was a sharp intake of air from the blond as Thatch nipped Marco's throat and shoved the doctor's pants down.
"You have an odd way of showing that you won't be joining." Marco huffed as he reached up, undoing Thatch's hair. He watched in approval as the long brown locks cascaded down to drape over the chef's broad shoulders.
"Gotta tide me over, Feather Dance." Thatch stepped aside with a wink, slapping Marco on the ass once more.
Heat pooled across Marco's cheeks as he walked towards the bed. He shrugged off his shirt, letting it slip off his shoulders. He took a seat on the edge of the bed. Moving closer to Deuce, his hand slapped Deuce's inner thigh gently before rubbing over the smooth skin. "Spread your legs, Pet."
The soft sting of the slap followed by the slow rubbing caused Deuce to suck air in through clenched teeth. His stomach felt like it was in knots and his cock felt harder than ever before. A string of pre-cum dripped his cocktip and plopped onto his already filthy belly. He panted quickly as he bent his legs and spread them wide, exposing his slick-soaked hole. His hands were pressed tightly to his face, trying to hide as best he could while ignoring how his cock and balls were on display.
"Just you and me for right now." Marco moved to keep between Deuce's legs. He trailed his knuckles lightly against Deuce's cock, feeling it jerk against his hand. The shimmer of lamplight glinting off Deuce's precum made the blond hum in interest.
"This for me, Deuce?" The question made Deuce spread his fingers to stare at the other man through them. His eyes widened as he watched Marco use two fingers to scoop up the trail of pre flowing from Deuce's cocktip. He swore he stopped breathing as he watched his boss sucked the sticky fluid from his fingers. Watching those skilled fingers slowly slide back out of Marco's mouth made Deuce feel like his brain was melting.
"I'm honored." Marco cooed to his new lover as he licked the rest of his treat from his lips. Once finished savoring the taste. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Deuce's collarbone, hearing a whimper strangle in Deuce's throat. He smiled against his subordinate's skin as he felt a timid hand stroke through his hair. His fingers moved to Deuce's entrance, his middle finger stroked around the delicate rim. Whiled he coaxed the ring of muscle to loosen for him, he heard Deuce yelp.
Deuce twitched slightly under Marco as hips jerked up. His pre-slicked cock slid against Marco's flat abs, making the phoenix chuckle. Deuce suddenly screamed and arched up as his ass stretched around something much thicker than Marco's fingers. The spread of his rim was hot and his hole instinctively clenched greedily, trying to secure its new prize inside. He writhed as his thighs pressed closed as tight as they could against Marco's hips. There was the slightest burn from the stretch but no other pain. There was only hard heat deep inside that made Deuce's toes curl in the blankets. Dazed, Deuce looked down himself and squeaked as he saw that a very smug Marco was balls deep into Deuce's ass.
"Oh, fun." Marco cooed as he stroked his subordinate under the chin. He pressed his hips low, trapping Deuce's cock between their bellies. "This slick makes you into the perfect cock sleeve. No anal prep needed."
"Just always wet and accepting." Marco stroked his fingers through Deuce's long blue hair and grabbed a fistful, dragging his face forward. He smashed their mouths together, heart fluttering as Deuce moaned sweetly. Their lips slipped together as Marco gently eased his tongue into Deuce's mouth. Deuce accepted him in, tongue even greeting Marco's.
Deuce felt like his face couldn't get any redder. Humiliation made his face heat up but the intense and mind-numbing sensation of being full was too worth it. Their kiss broke and Deuce collapsed back against the bed, gasping desperately for breath. He mewled sweetky as his tongue lulled out of his mouth. His chest felt swollen with happiness. He had to look at Marco and just stare in wonderment as the older man moved in him. Tears started to pool in his eyes as he reached up, dragging Marco in close. Deuce smiled happily, nuzzling his cheek to Marco's. "Thank you, Commander."
"Trust me, the pleasure's all mine." Marco chuckled and lovingly patted Deuce's hip. He didn't like the feel of sweat already against his skin. Deuce's core temperature was still too high and Marco could already see the younger's amber eyes growing glossy. Still, the idea that sex would actually get Deuce's temperature down felt like an insane one but they had to try.
Deuce collapsed back against the bed and made a purring-like sound in the back of his throat. He hummed, shakily stroking his fingers through Marco's hair. The blond locks were so much softer than he ever expected. He stored the memory of the sensation deep in his heart for when this day was inevitably forgotten by his commander. He squeaked, hissing softly as he felt teeth pulling at a delicate nipple. The jolt of sensation made his hips jerk and Marco slammed deep. Deuce sobbed, tears dripping down his flushed cheeks.
"Hey, you okay, little mouse?" Thatch asked gently. He sat beside Deuce's head and started to stroke the young doctor's sweaty blue locks. His other hand moved over, swiping away Deuce's tears.
"Huh?" Deuce blinked a few times and looked up at the chef. He smiled dreamily and nodded. "Great. I just…"
"Just what?"
"Just so happy it's Marco taking it." Deuce whimpered and lifted his hips, trying to find friction as he rubbed his cock against Marco's belly. His insides felt stretched and quivery from each thrust of Marco's cock. Each time the cockhead slipped over those new slick glands was like little sparks of electricity. Deuce kicked out against the mattress slightly on automatic response, quaking. He panted and reached up towards Thatch. "W-want to pleasure you too, Commander."
"How could I refuse?" Thatch stroked the backs of his fingers against Deuce's cheek. "Open up. I'll teach you a party trick."
Deuce watched expectantly as Thatch moved to kneel by his head. The chef's cock was pressed to Deuce's lips. The bluenet mewled softly and swallowed thickly. Nervous, he nuzzled at the hot shaft before kitten-licking at the tip. The texture was new enticing against his tongue. He made a smothered little sound as he found himself enjoying the flavor. He licked out, swirling his tongue around the hot tip, causing Thatch to hiss in pleasure. Deuce smiled, liking the sound. He licked his lips before taking hold of the chef's erection and lowered it more for easier access. Deuce greedily took it into his mouth. It went back a little too far and he gagged a bit, causing him to squirm a second in panic. Still, he whined when Thatch pulled back the tiniest bit but relaxed when the cock was not removed from his mouth.
Deuce couldn't help himself. He gurgled slightly and tightened the suction around Thatch. The young doctor also tightened his anal muscles as best he could, making a tight sleeve for Marco. Happy in his place here servicing the two men he admired, Deuce gripped the comforter and let them use him as they please.
Marco groaned happily as the heat and pressure around his cock intensified. His hips jerked on automatic response, slamming deep. He gripped Deuce's slim hips and straightened up. He grinned at Thatch, who winked in reply. Marco started to quicken his pace, slamming deep into that tight passage. He leaned forward and reached out a hand. He grabbed a handful of Thatch's long hair and dragged him in close before crushing their mouths together. Thatch laughed, kissing and biting at Marco's mouth in return.
Deuce cooed, mouth vibrating around Thatch's cock. Both commanders were moving in him in the same rhythm. Both would pull back before slamming in deep as Deuce would take them. Deuce's trembling hands clutched at Thatch's hips as he let his superiors use him without resistance.
The rhythm got less coordinated with time. Deuce was confused in his inexperience but took it in stride. He kept his mouth and ass loose. Suddenly, the two commanders slammed in hard together, groaning as they kissed each other passionately. Deuce was taken by surprise as both men came in him. He whined, desperately trying to swallow a throatful of cum as Thatch started to pull out. His ass felt too full and too hot as it too was flooded with his superior's precious seed. It was so perfect. His legs wrapped around Marco's hips, desperately trying to keep him from pulling out. He could hear both men chuckling above him. Deuce's head lulled to the side, drool and leftover cum dribbling out of his mouth once Thatch's cock had finished pulling out. He mewled as a strong hand wrapped around his length. He cried out as he was stroked twice before the world whited out.
Thatch and Marco sat back, chuckling. The doctor smiled and patted his subordinate's belly, smearing the hot sticky mess around on the younger man's abs before lifting his hand and stroked two fingers over Thatch's lips. The chef happily opened his mouth and took Marco's fingers in, sucking them clean. It had been a wonderful time.