"That was ridiculous!" Mikie exclaimed as they walked up to the hotel.

"Frosch thinks so too," echoed the little "pink frog".

She snickered down at him, spinning around as her hand was yanked back by the light dragon slayer. "What's ridiculous is that dress you thought was appropriate to wear on a job," he said, holding her against him. "It's been frayed into next to nothing, right Rogue?"

Rogue continued to their room, awkwardly avoiding the question with a grunt and mumbling something about a shower.

"What's his problem?" Lector asked.

Sting shook his head down at his furry friend. "Don't worry about it little buddy." He then looked back up at Mikie for a second before he turned back to his friend. "Actually, do you think you and Frosch would want to go shopping in town?" He dug in his pockets and pulled out some money.

"Yeah! That sounds fun!"

"Frosch wants to go too!"

"When you come back, go to Mikie's room, ok? We need to go over some things."

"Ok!"

Sting handed the money to Lector and the two Exceeds were off. He looked at the woman in his arms and wiggled his eyebrows. "I have a plan. Go get changed." Then he bit his lip and looked her up and down. "Or don't."

She hit his shoulder and went into her room to freshen up.

Rogue sat on the small two-seater couch in the room watching TV while Sting showered. It felt nice to relax a bit after a job finally. He'd barely gotten the chance to lay down after their last job before Sting had knocked on his door to get him for this job.

The door to the room opened and he jumped in surprise. His eyebrows went up as Mikie came into the room, closing the door behind her. "What's up?" he asked cautiously. She was only wearing a tank top and shorts and her hair was a little wet and dripping down her shoulders and chest.

She skipped over to him and sat in the other seat next to him, but she didn't stay like that for long. She spun around and swung her legs up and hung them over the side and laid her damp head on his lap. He froze, his arms up in the air, afraid to touch her. "I'm bored," she said, reaching up and taking one of his arms in hers and pulling it down to rest on her stomach. "And the TV in my room isn't working. You don't mind," she gave him a soft look, "do you?"

Rogue blushed and turned his head up to face the TV awkwardly. "Um, no. Make yourself comfortable."

"You're so cute," she giggled, turning her head to face the TV.

Rogue tried to watch TV. He really did. But her chest moving up and down below him was a big distraction. She was very obviously not wearing a bra and her shirt was so low and tight on her skin, it didn't leave much to the imagination.

Mikie smiled, still looking at the TV. "You're staring."

He quickly looked ahead of him. "No, I'm not."

"Well now," she chuckled. She pointed at the TV. "But I can see your reflection."

She turned her head and looked up at him. Her fingers lightly ran along his on her stomach as her other arm came up and played with his shirt. "Do you like what you see?"

"It's, uh-."

The hand holding his gently guided it to the hem of her shirt, pushing it under. Her skin was soft like silk. She held his eyes with her own, daring him to keep going. She smiled when she felt his hand moving on its own to touch her breast.

She got up and sat on his lap, straddling it. Her hands pressed up his abs, feeling their defined features beneath his shirt. She ground her hips into his as he took hold of them, his fingers digging into her skin. Her arms snaked around his neck and she leaned in and crashed her lips against his, not wasting any time in slipping her tongue past his lips. She tugged at his shirt and he pulled it over his head. She craned back and admired the body beneath her. "Wow, Rogue." Her fingers traced over the hard bumps of his abs. "Why would you keep all of this covered up all of the time?"

She cupped the side of his neck and kissed him before he had a chance to answer. He separated their lips and moved his along her jawline and down to her neck. His hands went up her shirt along the sides and up her back. She let out a small whimper as he nibbled at her flesh. He moved to her chest and she pressed her body closer to his.

Suddenly, she was being pulled up and away from him. Rogue looked up in shock to see Sting behind the couch, a firm hand in Mikie's hair as he had his lips against hers in a deep kiss. When he pulled away, he looked down at Rogue with a smirk. He was only wearing his boxers and his hair was dripping wet. "She feels great, doesn't she?"

"Sting, I'm sorr-," he started.

Sting interrupted him, hopping over the couch to the other empty seat. "No, it's fine. We weren't kidding the other day man," he said. He massaged the back of her neck, giving her an affectionate smile. "So please, have at it…" He guided her back to his friend and she kissed him. He rested his arm on the back of the couch and watched as his girlfriend and his best friend made out in front of him.

Their bodies ground against each other. Gradually, Rogue was starting to feel more comfortable with the situation. Or rather, he was getting so uncomfortable, that he needed some relief and company be damned. He sucked, kissed and bit all along her body, pulling her shirt off so he had better access to her body. While one hand held onto the little hairs on the nape of her neck, his other fondled her breast that wasn't being licked and suckled by his mouth.

Mikie smirked, letting out an arrogant laugh. "Is that a Lacrima in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" Her arm slipped between them and her hand found its way to his sweatpants, grabbing ahold of the hard member poking her from beneath. He groaned at the contact and she snickered, grinning at Sting. "I think he's pretty happy."

"Well don't tease him baby," Sting replied, gesturing to them both.

She climbed off of him and got on her knees between his, tugging his pants down to his ankles. She licked her palm and then took his length in her hand. Rogue bit his lip as he gazed down at her, her mouth getting closer to his dick in her grasp. Another groan left his lips as she licked along the shaft, massaging his balls underneath. She kissed the tip and flicked her tongue across it, smirking mischievously up at him.

"Mikie…" Mikie turned towards the warning tone coming from Sting. He raised his eyebrows at her. "I thought I told you not to tease him." It was then they both noticed that he'd had his own hand in his underwear, stroking himself watching them. He was just as desperate as Rogue was.

Mikie took him in her mouth about halfway, making up for the other half with her hand. She cast her eyes to the side and watched Sting watching her ministrations while he continued with her own, his own eyes heavy-lidded. Rogue's head went back as he moaned, his hands finding her damp strands as he pushed her down further. She held onto one of his thighs as she bobbed on his dick, a gagging sound escaping her throat every few seconds.

The couch shifted and suddenly Sting was behind her, guiding her backside up. He rubbed her thighs and ass, pulling down her shorts down and then giving her a quick slap. She jumped forward and Rogue hissed as her nails dug into his leg. "Ow!"

"My bad bro," he said, bending over Mikie's body and peppering kisses along her spine. His hard on pressed against her ass when he finally reached the top. His hand snaked down and around her waist and his fingers began to play with her. She moaned around Rogue's member still in her mouth and flinched as Sting flicked her clit. "You're already so wet, Mikie," he whispered in her ear. Another muffled moan escaped her as he slipped a finger inside her, keeping his thumb on her clit. He pumped one digit inside her, adding another after a bit.

Finally, she couldn't keep up and needed some air. She tilted her head back, gasping and moaning between the two boys. Rogue sat up and scooted to the edge of the couch, taking her hair and lifting her head up so he could see her face. "Need a break?" he asked, wiping the saliva and precum from her chin.

Sting scoffed and leaned back on his knees, pulling his boxers off. He perked her butt up more and gave it another hard snap to which she squeaked in surprise. "Nah, she's fine. Right baby?"

She felt his cock rubbing against her slit as she nodded. "Yeah, I'm fINE! Oh~!" He thrust into her and pulled her hips back against him as he did, reaching deep inside her with the first one. She was pushed forward into Rogue again, who guided her mouth back to his dick in front of her, holding her hair up.

Rogue watched the scene in front of him, and for a moment, he took himself out of it. He was in awe of what was going on. Mikie and Sting used to flirt in front of him all of the time, but after the other day…

He was instantly sucked back in when he hit the back of her throat after Sting picked up the pace, grunting a slew of expletives behind her. His fingers were digging into her hip bones so deep, his knuckles were turning white. She would definitely have bruises later.

She pulled away from him again, gasping in breaths. "Oh my God!" she screamed, scrambling to grab ahold of the Rogue's body to hold herself up.

"Mikie, baby…" Sting wove his fingers through her hair and yanked her head back. "As much as I love to hear you scream for me," he looked up at Rogue with an evil grin, "we have company. So, if I can hear you, you aren't being a very good host." He pressed her face back to Rogue's crotch and she took him back in her mouth.

Rogue took her hair again as he began to thrust up into her mouth while Sting pounded into her from behind. As he felt himself getting close to the edge, he pushed farther and farther hitting the back of her throat every time. "Oh fuck! I'm-! Ah~!" And that was the only warning that he could muster out before he came.

Sting slapped her ass as she swallowed everything in her mouth. "Good girl!" he said. He put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her up so she was flush against his chest and then wrapped his arm around her throat. "Why don't we give Ole Rogue here a little show?" he growled in her ear. His other hand rubbed all over her body before finally landing on her clit just above where he hadn't missed a beat, shoving into her.

With her mouth now free of Rogue's cock, her voice was ringing throughout the room. At the first mention of his name, his thrusts became sloppy as he bit her neck and earlobe, his rough, hot breathing sending her even closer. She felt it when he finished and with the help of his fingers and the sensation of him shooting inside her, she came too.

She collapsed back into him and they both landed on their butts on the floor, Sting catching her so she didn't fall to the side. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. "Good job, baby." He looked up at Rogue while she laid against him, her eyes shut catching her breath. "I told you we'd have fun, didn't I?"

Rogue scoffed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. "I knew you had to have planned this."

Sting shrugged shamelessly, petting Mikie's hair. "We're partners for a reason buddy. I know what makes you tick." He kissed along the woman in his arm's shoulder and neck. "How about you run our girl a bath? I'll bring her in there in a minute. I think she's more than earned it."

She smiled and turned her head to give him a peck on the lips. "I agree," she said, her voice hoarse. Rogue nodded and stood up, making his way to the bathroom. "You definitely were right," she whispered. "That was a lot of fun."

He rubbed his nose against her hair line, breathing her in. "See? You should listen to me more often." He carefully stood up with her, still holding her in his arms. He turned her so she was facing him. "Next time, I'll let him take the lead." He kissed her before she could protest and smacked her bare ass. "Why don't you go get cleaned up?"

She eyed him as she walked away. "We'll talk about this later," she said, giving Rogue a wink as she passed him on her way to the bathroom.

Rogue grabbed his underwear and put them on before plopping onto his bed. "I guess I should've accepted the offer before, huh?"

"Eh. Master Jiemma was going to be back any minute. It wasn't really the best time." Sting put his own underwear on too and sat at the edge of the same bed. "Ya know, Lector and Frosch are gonna sleep in Mikie's room tonight," he said, popping his eyebrows up a couple of times. "We're gonna be alone together all night. Just you, me and Mikaela~! Think you'll be down for round two?"

Rogue shook his head and smiled, scooting the one side of the bed. "Guess I'll make some room then."