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Warnings for officers sort of abusing their authority-sort of and implied trauma and drug use.

The Lieutenants' jealousy

Stephen Strange and his wife, Christine Palmer, knew that they shouldn't be jealous of their superiors.

And for the most part, they were not. They were lieutenants of the police department. Which was a quite high rank, if you knew anything about ranks and police stations.

Which made their position better than a petty officer, a detective or sergeant.

While their superiors; Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Frank Castle, Natasha Romanoff, Laura and Clint Barton, Barney and Simone Barton, Sam Wilson, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, Pepper Potts, Carol Danvers, Jessica Jones, James Rhodes, Hela, Thor and the others had all risen in ranks to statuses such as commanders, captains and even deputy chiefs, Stephen Strange and Christine Palmer were content with their ranks.

Being looked at as if they were heroes? That was also very much a satisfying thing to enjoy.

And their station was a station that deserved such praise, as they had put in far more effort to treat every witness and victim equally, and be far more careful with how they handled potential suspects.

There was to be no racial profiling, no taking advantage of anyone in their custody sexually, no raising a hand to any suspect or witness, unless absolutely necessary, no pulling a gun out on anyone, unless absolutely necessary, no lying to potential suspects or witnesses, no forcing confessions.

Those were the rules that every police station should have before them, and this police station, took those rules extremely seriously.

So, the people in this city? Knew that the police that protected them could be trusted. That respect that this city gave this particular police station, was well earned.

Stephen and Christine had no complaints. Well, none except for one.

They did not feel comfortable acknowledging that they felt such ire over not getting to fuck someone-something so petty that it really shouldn't be acknowledged.

But Stephen and Christine both knew each other well enough to know that they both wanted this young woman for a long time, but she was with other people. Specifically, with their superior officers.

For a few years now? The young woman who Stephen Strange and Christine Palmer desired deeply, Clarke Griffin, was in a relationship with the other officers.

She was with Captain Steve Rogers, Captain Carol Danvers, Captain Sam Wilson, Captain Jessica Jones, Captain Frank Castle, Commander Pepper Potts, Commander Bruce Banner, Commander Laura Barton, Commander Natasha Romanoff and the others.

It was enough to make both Strange and Christine seethe sometimes.

That young woman, who practically was a girl, even if she was of age, and was sometimes so immature, was sweet, caring, intelligent, willful, opinionated and caring.

It was difficult not to want to be with her.

Both Strange and Christine knew that the attributes that they noticed the most about Clarke, were in fact traits that were unique to Clarke, but that wasn't all of who she was. They knew that she had other traits that were darker. They had seen just glimpses of it when Clarke was around the other officers, whenever Clarke had taken some drug or had gotten herself into another dangerous situation.

You didn't do those things if your life was all sunshine and daisies, did you?

Which meant Clarke had issues. That was okay. Strange and Christine wanted to know those parts about Clarke too.

But only their superiors knew about those parts about the young woman who Strange and Christine desired.

The married couple didn't want someone who hid her feelings and pain all the time. They wanted to know everything about Clarke.

Including the more messed up things.

The two of them had been married now for almost ten years. And their desire and growing affection for Clarke, didn't make their love for each other any less real.

They just both had realized that they were interested in Clarke Griffin, their superiors' shared girlfriend, and often watched her when she entered the station with her lovers or was brought in because she got herself into trouble again.

It helped that the young woman who was barely in her early twenties, clearly had a thing for older men and older women, if her relationship with a good portion with the superior officers, was anything to go by. All the better for forty-six-year-old Stephen Strange and forty-four-year-old Christine Palmer.

At the moment? All of the cameras had to be shut off and the blinds of the station closed, and the cameras outside, were having their monitors watched in the back, in case the people watching the monitors needed to alert the police in the building that people were approaching the station and about to enter through the front door, because currently, Clarke was on her stomach on Captain Barney Barton's desk, with only her shirt on, Barney between her legs, his pants down around his ankles, and was currently gripping Clarke's waist and ramming his length into Clarke's cunt routinely, causing Clarke to grip the sides of the captain's desk, and for her to moan into Captain Wanda Maximoff's cunt as she ate the police woman out. Wanda had her pants down as well, and Clarke's mouth was on Wanda's cunt. Wanda moaned, smiling, stroking Clarke's hair as Clarke ate her out and as Barney pounded Clarke from behind.

"That's a good girl for your mommy and daddy," Wanda cooed, eyes closing in bliss, as she stroked her fingers through Clarke's pale blond hair.

Barney had a filthy grin on his face, his tongue almost sticking out of his mouth as he ruthlessly slammed his cock into Clarke's cunt, his right hand under Clarke's body and his fingers stroking and twisting Clarke's clit as he sneered, "Good, tight slut for daddy."

Jaw tight, Strange got up from his desk and left the room for the lounge, wanting to ignore how tight his pants were getting.

He heard his wife, Christine, sigh as she got up and followed him, trying to ignore the moisture beginning to accumulate between her legs, as she imagined being between Clarke's legs and pounding the young woman with a strap-on.

All of the other officers had known about the captains, commanders and deputy chiefs relationship with young Clarke, way before this, and they all knew to look away.

Again, having any sort of sexual relations with someone who was in police custody wasn't just looked down upon, it was not moral. It wasn't right. And all of them knew that, and enforced that rule. But Clarke had ended up having a great many of the officers here wrapped around her finger. And when it was that many officers? You learned to look away during certain moments.

In all bluntness, it could be a lot worse. A group of officers here at this station could have taken part in the murder or multiple murders of civilians, or a group of them could have had a drug problem or stealing items from suspects or witnesses or a dozen of other things.

This was still pretty bad, and they all knew it. But they also knew that they were considered one of the best police stations around. One of the few police precincts that treated everyone as justly as they could. Which was why no one wanted to fire them. And well, for all her immaturity? Clarke was an adult and was in a relationship with them willingly.

So, what were you going to do?

Strange reached the lounge, leaning back against the counter, trying to expel Clarke's muffled moans of pleasure out of his mind, as Christine entered the room.

"It's okay," Christine said, smiling sadly at her husband, "I know."

Strange shook his head and grumbled resentfully, "They always love it when she calls them 'daddy' and 'mommy.'"

Christine smiled, shaking her head. She knew what he meant. She knew what he wanted too, because she wanted it as well.

Stephen wanted Clarke bouncing on his long cock, crying out, "daddy" for him. Just as much as Christine wanted to tie Clarke to her and Stephen's bed, tie Clarke's legs around her waist, as she thrust a strap-on into Clarke's pussy and fuck the hell out of the young woman as she whispered the dirtiest things into the young blond's ear about what a good fuck toy Clarke was being for her mommy and daddy, while Stephen reached under Clarke while Christine fucked Clarke with the strap, and he would finger Clarke's asshole the whole time, as they both listened to Clarke scream in pleasure for them.

Christine wanted Clarke to call her "mommy," as Christine penetrated the young woman with toys or just her fist.

But Clarke wasn't interested in them.

She wanted the others and only the others, as far as they could tell.

Both Stephen and Christine were so caught up in their thoughts, that they didn't hear the three figures enter the lounge.

"You know, you could try to be a bit less obvious," Natasha's voice said from behind the two lieutenants.

Both Stephen and Christine turned, startled to where Natasha's voice was coming from.

Deputy chief Natasha Romanoff was smirking, that far too knowing look on her face as she stood next to her adoptive sister, captain Yelena Belova, leaning against the doorway of the lounge, her arms crossed over her chest and on Natasha's other side, was commander Laura Barton, with her hands on her hips as she eyed both lieutenants skeptically.

Christine didn't say anything, but Stephen was feeling sour, since he grumbled, "Shouldn't you three be fucking your pet like you always do?"

"Stephen," Christine whispered, turning to him, staring at him angrily.

However, Laura snorted, "We would, but Barney and Wanda are keeping her busy. It'll be Bruce, Carol and Frank's turns next." She said it without any judgment in her voice but no sarcasm there either, just stating it as fact. She continued, "Like I said, the two of you could try to be a bit more subtle about your feelings."

Christine paused.

"What feelings are those?" Stephen asked, his voice dry.

Natasha's eyebrows were raised and that smirk on her face widened, which told the married couple in front of the three women, everything.

Of course, these officers knew what Stephen and Christine wanted.

"You know, you could just ask Clarke if she wants the two of you," Laura said dryly.

Stephen and Christine both looked at Laura, startled.

"You'd be okay with that?" Christine asked, unable to help the question.

Laura snorted, "Clarke is capable of making her own decisions. And we can share."

Strange and Christine both fought the need to glower. Of course, Clarke would still be in a relationship with her current lovers, even if she let Stephen and Christine have their way with her.

Yelena shrugged as she pulled herself off of the doorway, "Just ask Clarke. And if she doesn't want either of you? You'd better fucking respect that, alright?"

All three Yelena, Natasha and Laura's eyes darkened after Yelena gave that warning and Christine and Stephen saw the danger there. Should they ask Clarke if she would let them fuck her, and she answered, "no," they'd better respect her decision, and leave her be, or there would be trouble.

And no, it wouldn't be just Christine or Stephen losing their jobs.

They were certain that many of their superiors were capable of murder.

Just because there hadn't been any racial profiling or murder of civilians occurring at the hands of this police precinct, didn't mean that the officers in charge weren't capable of doing what they deemed necessary to protect the people they loved.

Christine and Strange both knew, as well, that all seventeen Natasha, Yelena, Melina, Hela, Tony, Pepper, Rhodes, Jessica, Frank, Wanda, Pietro, Bruce, Brunnhilde, Laura, Simone, Barney and Clint, had some pretty fucked up secrets that they hadn't let out in the open yet.

It wouldn't surprise either Strange or Christine if there were a few skeletons in the closet that consisted of potential murders that they had done to get where they were today.

After all, this previous precinct had some officers had done more than a few questionable actions. And now they were no longer to be seen.

No one was sure what to make of that.

But…

Laura, Natasha and Yelena began to leave the lounge, allowing Christine and Stephen to process what they had said.

"Go on," Laura said, "As Clarke what she wants. We're willing to share. We'd have to be with the relationship we have. But if she says that doesn't want to be with either of you? You are going to respect her choice."

Stephen nodded his head, but added quietly, "Didn't think you'd give her permission to-" he stopped talking when he saw the glares he received from the three women at the doorway.

"We are not Clarke's owners," Natasha said dangerously, "We might put down certain rules so Clarke will be safe. But we're not her owners. Clarke is no one's property."

Stephen kept his mouth shut after that. Clearly, any disrespect whatsoever to Clarke, or what was interpreted as disrespect, would not be tolerated.

The three women began to leave then as Laura added, "Talk to Clarke. It's her decision."

When all three Laura, Natasha and Yelena left, presumably to join the others to watch Clarke get her brains fucked out, and to wait "their turns," Christine and Stephen turned to each other, stunned.

Well, that was startling.

They both fought down excited groans, when they heard Clarke give a particularly loud cry of pleasure.

It seemed, after this…orgy was over, they would need to speak to Clarke soon.