Tempting Fate

Charles unlocked the door, glancing over his shoulder at Ares and Cammus. Stepping inside, he jerked his head toward the living room. "Come on in."

Cammus hummed, seeming a little less nervous than he was at the restaurant and stepped over the threshold, following Charles inside. Eezo came running up to him, and Cammus took a step back. Charles laughed, squatting down in front of the turian to scoop the dog up into his arms, scratching her under her chin. He glanced down the hall, seeing Ares disappear into the bathroom, and he turned to Cammus. Eezo squirmed, trying to get closer to the new person, letting out excited, little yips.

"She's not going to hurt you." He smiled at Cammus and tilted his head to the side. "Although, she'll probably lick you … and maybe gnaw on your fingers. Gently."

Cammus hummed, coming a little closer to the dog, gaze flicking back and forth between Charles and Eezo. He watched Charles stroke Eezo's head a few times and then lifted his hand to do the same. Eezo let out a happy bark, making his hand twitch, and his mandibles flare. Turning her face, she tried to lick wherever she could reach on the turian. He chuffed, letting out a soft laugh, and pulled his hand back after a moment.

Charles put Eezo down and nodded his head toward the balcony. "Come outside with me for a few minutes while I smoke?"

"Sure," Cammus said with a nod.

Charles led him out onto the balcony and lit up, taking a drag before blowing it back out and looking at Cammus. "You sure you're alright with all this?"

Thinking the turian was in over his head, Charles wanted to make sure if Cammus stayed, it was because he really wanted to. He'd found himself in way too many situations he didn't really want to be in but didn't feel like he could back out of in the past. He liked Cammus, he didn't want to put the man in such a position.

Cammus flicked a mandible and leaned out over the railing. "Is this the human compassion I've heard so much about but haven't seen much of?"

He laughed, leaning over the railing, too. "Yeah, I suppose it is."

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be here." Cammus' words came out low with a soft thrum, and he looked at Charles, mandibles fluttering softly.

Charles smiled, feeling a little more relaxed. "I'm glad to hear it." He took a few drags off his cigarillo, letting the silence sit for a minute. "Aelianus might be a little … rougher, more demanding, than what you're used to. I don't know, I don't have another turian to compare him to in bed." Turning, he put his hip against the railing, giving Cammus a level look. "But if you don't like something—from either of us—it's alright to say so. Seriously."

Cammus' mandibles stilled, and he seemed to really think it over for a minute before nodding. "Thanks for the warning."

"Sure." Charles took another drag before moving closer, shifting his cigarillo to his other hand. He reached over, wrapping his hand around Cammus' waist, kneading his side through his shirt, starting with a far gentler touch than he used with Ares.

The turian rumbled, turning toward Charles and pulled off his gloves, bringing a smile to Charles' face. "You enjoy talons?"

"I do." He nodded, taking another drag from his cigarillo.

"Where?" Cammus asked, voice sounding a little huskier as Charles squeezed again, running his hand up and down the man's side.

Smirking, Charles stepped away from Cammus to pull his shirt off, tossing it aimlessly back into the apartment. The turian's gaze roamed over him, snagging on the bite marks Ares left on his shoulder. Cammus let out a low, thoughtful hum, mandibles flaring.

Charles waited to catch the turian's gaze again before he said, "Take your pick, just not the face."

Cammus gave him a soft laugh, reaching out to trace Charles' collarbone before curling his fingers in enough to press the tips of his talons against the skin, slowly dragging them down Charles' chest. Grabbing his hand, Charles pressed the talons in harder, and Cammus flicked his mandibles, raising a brow plate. He nodded, so Cammus kept up the level of tension and continued his exploration, trailing down over Charles' pec.

Cock already responding, he let out a light hiss followed by a moan, letting his eyes drop closed. Blood flashed on the backs of his eyelids, and he stilled for a moment, fighting to push it away. He wasn't comfortable letting himself go to that place with anyone but Ares. Cammus stopped, a worried sounding thrum filling the air until Charles met his gaze again. Giving him an encouraging smile, Charles moved closer and brought his hand back to the turian's waist.

Slipping beneath Cammus' shirt, he dug his fingers into the hide and muscle, gradually building the pressure. "How hard?" He stopped when Cammus let out a little groan, mandibles flaring. "There?"

The man nodded, eyes looking a little glazed over. Finishing his cigarillo, Charles leaned past Cammus to put it out before bringing his mouth to the turian's neck, nipping at the hide, pulling a moan from him.

"And to think you both started without me."

Charles glanced up, gaze roaming over Ares who leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his bare chest. He'd covered all of his plates with the brown paint, even using it to fill in and smooth out scars. Charles fucking hated it … but he understood.

"Just warming up a little." He smiled before tugging Cammus around to face Ares, urging him closer. Wrapping his hands around Cammus, Charles started working at the clasps of his shirt.

He chuckled, closing the distance between him and Ares, Charles moving with him. Reaching out a tentative hand, he closed his fingers around Ares' waist. Ares released a rumbling growl, stepping closer and leaning forward to run his tongue up the other turian's neck, nipping him just beneath his mandible.

Finally getting the clasps loose, Charles tugged at Cammus' shirt, slipping it free when the turian brought his arms down before tossing it inside, aiming for the couch, but he didn't really watch to see if he hit his mark. Charles knew Cammus' grip on Ares' waist wasn't nearly hard enough for what Ares liked. Sliding his hands along the man's arms, Charles closed his fingers over Cammus' and squeezed, forcing him to dig deeper until Ares gave a telling rumble.

Pulling back from Cammus' neck just far enough to be heard, Ares said, "We should take this inside. Much more room." He thrummed, heavy with arousal, and smirked at Cammus. "Unless you're feeling daring."

Charles chuckled, sliding his hands back over Cammus' arms to run his fingers over the turian's back and waist.

Cammus hummed, and Charles though he seriously considered it before he shrugged. "Your house, your neighbors."

Chuckling, Ares smirked at Charles over Cammus' shoulder. "As fun as that sounds, with our height differences, it might be easier on some kind of furniture."

Charles snorted and muttered, "Only with turians am I considered short." He nodded toward the bedroom, though.

"Everyone's short for me." Humming, Ares stepped back, hooking a finger in the waistband of Cammus' pants, tugging as he backed away.

Charles grinned, letting go of Cammus long enough to make sure Eezo was inside before closing and locking the balcony door. "True, but I like it." He followed along, wrapping an arm around Cammus' waist, walking next to the man instead of moving back behind him and tripping over his feet.

Not really a whole lot taller than Charles, Cammus chuckled and said, "He certainly isn't your standard turian." He glanced at Charles and flicked a teasing mandible. "I have a feeling I'm not going to, hmm, measure up."

Charles laughed, squeezing his waist. "I'm sure you have plenty to offer."

Ares rumbled, stopping next to the bedroom door and released Cammus, letting Charles lead him inside before closing the door behind them. When Ares rejoined them, Charles let him guide Cammus over to the bed while going to the dresser himself. Glancing behind him to make sure Cammus' attention stayed diverted, he emptied his pockets, tucking his razor into a dresser drawer before putting everything else on top. He idly wondered if all of Ares' weapons were tucked away somewhere discreet, not that it was unusual for someone to own a gun, but Ares carried a damn arsenal. Cargo workers didn't usually own so many damn weapons.

Turning back around, he watched as Ares licked Cammus' neck and rubbed the man's crotch through his pants, his other hand firmly gripping his waist. Cammus rumbled, pressing himself into Ares' touch as he kneaded Ares' waist and tugged at his pants. Charles grinned, kicking off his socks and shoes before moving to stand behind Cammus, reaching around with one hand to work at the closure of Cammus' pants while ghosting the fingertips of his other hand over the cut on Ares' side.

Ares thrummed against Cammus before lifting his head just enough to look down at Charles, pupils dilated, growling and nodding. "Keep going," he said just before dragging his teeth along Cammus' pulse, making the other turian shudder and groan.

Charles smiled, scraping his teeth over his lip, and squeezed the wound but not quite as aggressively as he might if they were alone. He didn't want to make Ares bleed, thinking it might make the both of them get a little too carried away with Cammus there. Ares' hungry growl pulled at him though, so he tightened his grip despite his best intentions.

For a few minutes, they were nothing but touching, kneading, squeezing, biting, licking, and scratching. Deep rumbles and growls, soft groans and hums. Charles squeezed Ares' side, fingers pressing against his wound, hands sweeping over Cammus' hips and back, nipping at his cowl, cock pressing into his ass. He tugged Cammus' crest, urging his head aside to expose more of his throat to Ares, and Ares grabbed Charles' ass, pulling him in tighter against Cammus.

Catching sight of the two turians with their hands down each other's pants, Charles licked his lips and bit Cammus anywhere he could get his teeth into. Christ, it was all so fucking sexy. When Cammus reached back and dug his talons into Charles' head and neck, he sucked in a breath, electricity shooting through him and making his cock twitch, letting the breath out in a throaty moan. He seemed to be a fast learner, Charles gave him that. He wanted to see Cammus stripped down and sprawled out, losing himself completely as he succumbed to Ares' touch.

After a moment, voice heavy with desire, Ares softly asked, "Have you ever seen a human come undone?"

Something about the question, especially coming from Ares', sent goosebumps racing along Charles' spine. His breath caught in his throat, and he stood upright again, pressing himself against Cammus and nipping a little harder at his cowl, watching Ares over his shoulder.

Cammus purred, shaking his head in Ares' grip just a little, voice raspy when he said, "No."

The sound dark, Ares chuckled and stepped away from Cammus with a smirk, locking gazes with the other turian as he spoke, "Charles, come here between us."

Charles raised an eyebrow, he was used to Ares telling him what to do, especially in the bedroom, but somehow the statement sounded a whole lot more like a command than usual. He smirked, letting go of Cammus to move around between the two of them, looking up at Ares.

Ares turned his gaze down to him and cupped his chin between thumb and forefinger, thrumming. "How many times can you go? The usual?"

Charles' smirk grew, and he licked his lips. Reaching out to wrap his hand around Ares' wound and squeeze, he watched with delight as Ares' eyes glazed over for a moment. "Definitely."

"Perfect," Ares said, voice low as he released Charles' chin and guided him to turn around.

Pressing his chest to Charles' back, Ares splayed his fingers out over Charles' stomach, fingers dipping into his waistband and rumbled, the sound seeming to pull Cammus closer. Breath hitching, Charles tilted his head to the side and laid back against Ares, reaching for Cammus. The turian fluttered his mandibles, seeming a little less sure of himself with Charles in front of him but no less willing. Moving closer, his tongue swept over Charles' neck followed by his teeth.

Letting out a little moan, Charles turned his head a little to whisper, "Don't break the skin … not with your teeth." He didn't want anyone but Ares' teeth breaking his skin. Not anymore. He brought his hand up, kneading at the back of Cammus' head.

Cammus gave him an understanding hum and nipped just a little harder. Ares moved Cammus' fingers and palm over Charles. He stopped on all the right spots, guiding Cammus through all the best ways to touch Charles, caressing along his ribs and thighs, dragging talons along his shoulders and back, squeezing his hips and ass. Charles shuddered a few times, eyelids drooping half-closed, as Cammus explored.

"If his skin breaks out in tiny bumps, you're in the right spot," Ares said, chest vibrating against Charles' back and head.

Letting out a throaty laugh, Charles said, "I could get used to this."

Chuckling, Cammus dug his talons deeper into Charles' ass, making him buck his hips before doing it again. Charles reached up, kneading at the back of Ares' neck, pulling a growl from the turian. Sliding his hand into Charles' boxers, Ares gently dragged his talons over Charles' balls and shaft before stroking his cock. He sucked in a ragged breath, grip tightening on both turians, making Cammus growl and bite a little harder still.

Pumping his hand up and down a few times first, Ares bent down enough to rumble against Charles' ear. "And what is first on the list of things we're going to show him?"

Throat dry, Charles licked his lips. "I don't think he's ever seen a human cock before, let alone touched one. Tasted one." Christ, he wanted to know what Cammus' tongue felt like wrapped around his cock.

Pausing in his licking and nipping just barely long enough for Charles to notice, Cammus hummed in agreement. Head nodding softly against Charles, Ares released his cock and pushed down his pants and boxers, bracing Charles as he stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Ares ran his hands back up his body, talons teasing his skin before stepping back and moving to stand behind Cammus.

"We wouldn't want him to miss out," Ares said as he wrapped his hands around Cammus' waist, massaging rhythmically, pulling a series of growls and rumbles from the other turian who let go of Charles, allowing Ares to tug him back. "He's most sensitive around and on the head of his cock."

Gaze trailing over Charles, mandibles fluttering lightly, Cammus tilted his head to the side a little as he took in Charles below the waist. Flicking a mandible, he glanced up meeting Charles' gaze before looking down again.

Charles smirked and repeated what he'd said to Cammus about Eezo, "It won't hurt you."

His smirk shifted into a toothy grin at Ares' rumbling chuckle and the amused flick of Cammus' mandible before wrapping his hand around his cock, and Cammus watched intently as Charles stroked himself. After a few passes, Cammus reached for him, and he let the turian take over. It took Cammus a few strokes to get it right, but when he did, Charles closed his eyes for just a second, licking his lips and moaning. Cammus glanced back at Ares, a questioning rumble in his throat.

Ares growled and leaned in close to speak, subvocals low and thick with his arousal. "Swirl the pad of your thumb over the tip of his cock. Tease him with the slight drag of your talons."

Tilting his head back, Charles closed his eyes and soaked in the sensations as Cammus did as he was told, thumb brushing over Charles' frenulum before sweeping around the tip of his cock with each stroke. Hearing Cammus let out a soft, curious sounding trill, Charles opened his eyes and looked down, wondering what brought the sound from the man. Cammus' thumb stopped for a moment, poised over the head of Charles' cock where precum started to build up, but then Cammus slowly swiped over it, spreading it around, adding a slickness that made Charles moan, nearly a whimper.

Putting a hand on Cammus' shoulder, Charles gently pushed downward and said, "Taste it."

Rumbling before taking what sounded like a steadying breath, Cammus lowered himself to his knees in front of Charles.

"Leave your jaw relaxed. Curl your tongue around him." Ares looked up at Charles and smirked. "Turian tongues are much more flexible than humans," he said, and Charles stuck is tongue out at Ares, earning him a flick of Ares' mandible as he finished talking, "and they love that."

Charles chuckled. "That we do."

Taking another deep breath, Cammus leaned in, tongue wrapping around Charles' cock before the rest of his mouth. Charles groaned and grabbed Ares' waist, wanting to touch his turian. Feeling teeth scrape along his shaft sent a rush through Charles, instantly filling his mind with images of blood pouring out of Aiden's slit throat. He let out a little hiss, shaking his head and fighting to push the images away.

Bringing a hand down to lay on Cammus' shoulder, he swallowed, licked his lips, and said, "Not so much with the teeth there, it's … not a place you want to take me."

Ares gave him an agreeing rumble, gripping Cammus crest. Instantly the bloody images vanished, Charles' heart stuttering against his ribs with the sudden threat of terror, but Ares only gave the turian a squeeze as if in warning before letting go again, bringing his gaze to Charles. He cupped Charles' chin and leaned closer, shoving his tongue into Charles' mouth, chasing the spark of fear away with his rough kiss before it built into something more.

After a few moments, Ares pulled back and with a dark, lustful voice whispered, "Will you be taking him first or he taking you?"

Charles glanced down at the turian who'd slowed down on sucking his cock, smiling when he found Cammus looking back up at him. "I think I'll take him."

Humming and nodding, Ares left them to go to the bedside table. He came back with the bottle of lube and squeezed some onto his hand. "Cammus, we're moving to the bed." He chuckled, tossing the bottle onto the mattress. "You can continue there."

Cammus released Charles, and Charles held out a hand to help him back to his feet. Flicking his mandibles, he met Charles' gaze, the question clear in his eyes as he stood.

Charles smiled, wrapping an arm around the turian's waist and turning him toward the bed. "Yes, you did that well, and yes, this is your choice." He figured the man didn't really need coddling, but with as new as everything was to Cammus and as nervous as he seemed, it made Charles feel better to keep reminding the turian he didn't have to do anything he didn't want to do.

Glancing over his shoulder at Charles, Cammus hummed before nodding and pushed his pants the rest of the way down, Charles' hands on his waist while he stepped out of them. Despite what Ares said, Charles moved behind Cammus when he crawled up on the bed, resting on hands and knees. He stayed a little off to the side, leaving Ares room to work as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to Charles, but he wanted to enjoy the show. Cammus turned a little, watching the two of them, mandibles fluttering nervously against his jaws, so Charles rubbed his hands over the turian, hoping to get him relaxed.

Ares ran a talon along Cammus' spine, letting out an amused rumble when Cammus purred but continued to watch them. He glanced at Charles. "Light touches will help him relax." Thrumming, he looked at Cammus with a smirk. "We want this to be good, not fuck it up by being tense."

Duh.

Cocking an eyebrow, Charles bit back his snarky response, amused Ares of all people would talk to him about being gentle. Still, he wasn't quite able to keep the sarcasm from his voice when he muttered, "Uh huh." Winking at Cammus earned him a confused mandible flutter, making him chuckle. "We'll go over that one another time." Moving with a gentle caress, he stroked his hands over the turian's back and cowl before trailing back down along his spine. He glanced at Ares, raising another smartass eyebrow.

Ignoring Charles, Ares gripped Cammus' hip and circled his asshole with a lube covered finger. All snark evaporating, Charles licked his lips, throat drying as he watched, and reached under Cammus to wrap a hand around the turian's cock when Ares slid his finger inside. Tensing, Cammus let out a hiss and soft growl, Ares flicking his mandible in response. Cammus shifted, lowering himself closer to the bed and started to relax, making Charles adjust to keep his grip while he worked his hand back and forth along the turian's length. Ares hummed, easing his finger back out before pushing in again, building a slow rhythm to loosen Cammus for Charles' cock.

When Cammus let out a throaty groan, Charles smiled and stretched out a little more, running his free hand over Ares' side before making his way down to stroke the man's cock with slow, lazy movements. Giving him a low growl, Ares leaned over to kiss Charles, as rough and demanding as always. A hungry moan escaped him, and he pressed his tongue against Ares' tooth, using the sharp point to draw a pinprick of blood before deepening the kiss. Cammus shifted, a curious, almost concerned thrum coming from him, letting Charles know he'd caught the scent despite how little and how contained the blood had been. Tightening his grip on the turian's cock, he stroked a little faster, a little harder, and Cammus rumbled.

Ares curled his tongue around Charles' once more before ending the kiss. "He's ready," he said as he pulled his finger from Cammus' ass and moved out of the way.

"I'll need more lube." Charles smirked. "Human here, don't make my own." He let go of Cammus' cock before smearing the turian's natural lubricant over his own, doing the same with what Ares left on his other hand, too. Still, he held his hand out for the bottle, just in case as he moved into position.

Ares chuckled, the sound thick with hunger, and grabbed the bottle from the bed, but instead of handing it to Charles, he squeezed some into his own hand. Taking ahold of Charles' cock, he coated Charles with slow strokes. Letting out a moan, Charles tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He reached out, feeling his way to Cammus' opening and slid a finger inside, making sure he stayed loose.

Releasing Charles, Ares stretched out next to them, apparently intent on watching. Charles smirked, moving closer to Cammus as he pulled his finger out and lined himself up. He gripped the man's hip with one hand, holding onto himself with the other as he slowly eased inside, watching as the hole stretched and then closed around the head of his cock, so tight and hot. Blood poured over Ethan's face. He stayed like that for a second, letting go of his cock and bringing his other hand to Cammus' other hip.

Gently tugging the turian down lower, Charles took his time easing inside, letting himself adjust as much as Cammus. Cole howled in pain as Charles slammed the prybar against his hand, sparks flying up from where the metal connected with the concrete. It'd been quite some time since he'd been the one doing the penetrating, he'd almost forgotten how fucking good it felt. Cammus started to tense about halfway in, so Charles sucked in a deep breath, trying to clear his head, and stopped, rubbing his hands over the man's hips, waist, and back.

Once Cammus relaxed again, Charles pressed on, moving even slower until he was as deep inside the turian as possible, letting out a moan and fighting the urge to start bucking his hips right away. He waited a few more seconds, making sure Cammus was comfortable before he pulled back, moving slow, watching his cock sliding in and out of Cammus. He didn't pick up his pace until he heard the man let out a pleasure-filled rumble, and when he did, Charles heard Ares growl.

Cammus started to move against Charles, picking up his rhythm, and Charles tilted his head back, scraping his teeth over his lips, trying to fight back the images, growing more intense with his need for release. He moved a little faster, heat surrounding him, squeezing him with each thrust. Recognition sparked and fear blazed in Harvey's eyes, and Charles reared back, slashing his razor across the man's face. Leaning forward, he shook his head a little, grabbing ahold of Cammus' shoulder, giving himself more leverage. So hot and wet, he needed more, faster, harder. Anthony whimpered, prayers tumbling from his lips, and Charles punched him in the face, razor wrapped tight in his fist. He fucked the turian harder still, hands on Cammus' hip and shoulder driving the turian back down on his cock.

Charles clenched his jaw, fighting to keep control over himself, but he knew he was tipping further and further over the edge into darkness, tempting fate as he spiraled out more than ever before. Somewhere in the distant recesses of his mind, he heard Cammus let out a low growl, but he thought it sounded like the turian enjoyed himself. He forced his eyes open, thinking maybe closing them only made it worse, but it didn't matter. Freddy tried to take a swing at Charles, but Ares snapped his wrist, and he let out the most delicious scream. Charles slammed into Cammus, again and again, harder and harder, reaching for the blood-soaked light waiting for him at the end.

The bed shifted next to him, but he didn't care. Ares traced the razor over James' eyelids before hooking the blade into the socket, popping the eyeball free and caught it, holding it up for Charles to see. Fingers wrapped around Charles' chin, forcing his head around, and a growl tore through his chest, ripping its way free from his throat. He blinked, vision red as if he had blood in his eyes, and for a second he didn't recognize the dark-plated turian in front of him, holding onto his face, giving him a questioning rumble. A taloned hand gripped his hip, forcing him to slow down. Charles took a deep breath as his mind fully registered Ares, what he was doing and why. It took every ounce of his willpower to heed Ares' warning, but he did, letting his hand drop from Cammus' shoulder.

One glance at Cammus—the turian looking over his shoulder at Charles, a heavy wariness to his gaze—was all it took for Charles' veins to turn to ice, chasing away the heat and bloodlust. Shame washed over him, and for one, wild second, he nearly pulled away to run to the bathroom, wanting to lock himself inside with his razor. He felt sick, disgusted with himself. "Sorry," he muttered, lowering his gaze and running his hand over Cammus' back, though he wasn't sure whether he tried to soothe the turian or himself.

When he glanced up again, he felt relieved to see Cammus flutter his mandibles, his gaze relaxing once more. He didn't pull away from Charles or tell him to stop, so he stayed there, hesitant and not really sure what he should do. After a moment, Cammus slowly rocked his hips, moving against Charles and pulling a groan from him. He started moving again, taking it real slow, making damn sure he kept control of himself. Glancing at Ares, he hoped his gaze conveyed the depth of gratitude he felt for the turian's interference. Ares backed away a little, giving them room, but he didn't return to his previous reclining position.

After a couple of minutes, feeling more confident, Charles built back up to a more reasonable pace. Rolling his shoulders and his head on his neck, he worked to loosen some of the tension still keeping his muscles tight. It wasn't long until he felt close to cumming again, and he locked his gaze on Cammus, forcing himself to keep his eyes opened, watching the turian for any sign of discomfort as well as trying to anchor himself in the present.

Feeling his scrotum tighten, balls pulling up closer to his body, he moved just a little faster, sucking in a ragged breath. It hit him hard. Hands clamping down around the man's hips, Charles threw his head back and closed his eyes as he slammed into Cammus, letting out a loud, growling grunt of a noise. He slowed to lazier thrusts, grinding his hips as the last bit of cum pushed out of him, filling the turian's ass. His head dropped forward to hang between his slumped shoulders, and Cammus let out a low, rumbling purr. Charles opened his eyes, meeting the turian's gaze and squeezed his hips.

After a moment, Charles eased out of Cammus and stretched out on the bed next to him. Voice low—though he knew Ares still heard either way—he asked, "You alright?"

Cammus flicked a mandible. "I think I should be asking you that question."

His gaze looked clear, no sign of pain or fear, not even a hint of anger or betrayal, and it eased the tightness refusing to leave Charles' chest, pulling a soft snort from him. He turned his attention back to Ares.

Ares flicked a mandible at him before looking at Cammus. Running the tips of his talons down the younger turian's spine, he asked, "You ready to go again?"

Cammus let out a hesitant sounding rumble and glanced over his shoulder at Ares. "That depends … are you going to be rougher than him?"

Charles winced.

Ares hummed, seeming to consider the question, and looked at Charles before saying, "No." He chuckled, the sound still rough with his arousal. "I think you should be able to walk tomorrow."

Charles winced again, scrunching up his face when he looked back at Cammus as the turian turned back around. "I'm really sorry. I got carried away, I'm not usually like that, I swear."

Shifting a little, Cammus leaned over and nipped at Charles' shoulder, leaving his mouth against Charles' skin as he asked, "What was it you said earlier?" He scraped his teeth over Charles again and let out a soft purr. "Not nearly as breakable as you might think?"

Charles chuckled, reaching up to dig his fingers into the back of Cammus' head. "Fair enough."

Purring again, Cammus pulled back and glanced at Ares again, giving him a nod to go ahead. Thrumming, Ares moved into position behind Cammus with a smirk and laid a hand on the man's hip as he lined himself up. He seemed to take his time, giving Cammus a chance to adjust to the different size and shape of Ares' cock. Cammus let out a little hiss as Ares moved deeper, but his gaze locked on Charles, and he saw the arousal in the turian's eyes. Smirking, Charles shifted up to his knees, kneeling next to the turian and grabbing his crest, tilting his head down before biting into the back of his neck. Cammus let out a low, long growl and pushed against Ares.

Ares picked up his pace, jostling them enough for Cammus' breath to hitch. Licking and nipping at Cammus' neck, Charles moved down, working his way over the turian's cowl, shoulders, and back until he reached Cammus' waist. He sunk his teeth into hide as he slid his hand around Cammus' cock again. Starting slow, he worked his way up to match Ares' pace, savoring the sounds of both turian's growls, and Cammus rumbled, moving himself a little faster against Ares.

Ares snarled and leaned over, his sudden presence urging Charles out of his way as he pressed his keel against Cammus' chest. Biting into the man's cowl, he growled, bucking fast enough to knock the breath from Cammus with each thrust. Cammus let out a mildly pained growl, but he didn't tell Ares to stop. Wondering just how rough he must've been with Cammus himself if the turian seemed more content with the way Ares was fucking him, Charles hesitated. But watching Ares bite into Cammus, hearing the loud slap of Ares' thighs, Charles' cock started to harden again. He worked his hand faster over the turian's cock, squeezing and twisting with each pass.

Growl starting low but getting increasingly louder, Ares removed his teeth, licking at Cammus' neck before saying, "Cum. Show us how much you like it."

Hearing the words leave Ares' mouth, subvocals drenched in pleasure, Charles' breath caught in his throat, cock growing fully erect once more. He sped up his movements further, determined to make Cammus cum for Ares. Within a few seconds, Cammus growled, the sound far more primal than anything else they'd heard out of him all night, and he bucked his hips into Charles' hand, cum pouring out of him. Charles slowed, milking the last of the thick fluid from the turian's cock, savoring the way he twitched and shuddered, head hanging between his shoulders.

Ares let out a low snarl, gaze flicking to Charles before speaking next to Cammus' head. "You're going to smell like us for days."

Charles smirked, and Cammus chuffed, fluttering his mandibles and catching his breath. Ares chuckled and pushed back on his knees, gripping Cammus' hips with both hands. He shifted his rhythm, focused solely on fucking Cammus until he came, tensing and growling. Charles let go of Cammus, wiping his hand over the sheet before moving over to Ares. Grabbing the turian's face while he rode out the last of his orgasm, Charles turned the man toward himself. Locking his lips over Ares' mouth, he shoved his tongue past the turian's mouth plates. Ares thrummed into Charles' mouth, tongue wrapping around his as he gave Cammus a few more shallow thrusts of his hips.

Charles felt Cammus pull away and roll over, but he kept his attention on the feel of Ares' panting breath and tongue brushing over his. Running his hands down over Ares neck and chest, settling on his keel, he broke away from the kiss and whispered against Ares' mouth, "You. Are. So. Fucking. Hot."

Ares huffed a breathless laugh. "I know it."

Grinning, Charles gave Ares another peck of a kiss. "I want to go get cleaned up." He glanced over his shoulder at Cammus who'd moved to his back, watching the two of them with curiosity. "And I'm taking him with me." He turned back to Ares with a grin. "We'll be back, so be ready for more." Leaning in, he nipped at the edge of Ares' mandible.

Ares rumbled, tongue darting out to lick the mandible where Charles bit him as he nodded and got up from the bed. "I can wash with the kitchen sink." He looked at Cammus and jerked his head toward the bathroom. "I barely fit in the shower alone. Plus, I'm going to get something to eat."

Chuckling, Charles held a hand out to Cammus, and he flicked a mandible, taking Charles' hand and rolling over to his knees to crawl across the bed as Charles stood. Charles gave the turian a soft smile and led him to the bathroom, starting the shower and grabbing a rag from the shelf. Once he got the temperature where he wanted, he stepped inside, clearing the way for the turian. Cammus hummed and joined him as Charles picked up the soap, working it into a lather in the washcloth. Charles nodded toward the shelf where Ares kept a jar of the gritty cream crap he used to wash with, the label reading 'cleansing scrub'. He watched as Cammus picked it up, opening it before scooping some out and working it into his plates, not quite meeting Charles' gaze.

After a moment, Charles asked, "What's on your mind?"

"This …." Cammus hummed, letting out a soft chuckle and shaking his head. "… I didn't expect any of this when I started my job."

Charles' laugh echoed in the shower. "Afraid it's going to be awkward tomorrow?"

Cammus hummed, nodding his head as he washed.

"Doesn't have to be." Charles stepped back under the water, rinsing himself off and watched as Cammus seemed to relax a little. "Can I ask you something?"

Flaring his mandibles, Cammus glanced up, meeting Charles' gaze and gave him a brief nod.

"What made you decide to come with us tonight?" Charles ran his hands over his chest until the slickness of soap disappeared.

Cammus took a deep breath and hummed, a slow, almost shy smile pulling at his mouth plates. "I told you I want to try new things."

Charles chuckled. "That it?"

Humming again, Cammus looked down, focusing on working the cleansing scrub into his plates. "No, not exactly."

Charles remained quiet, waiting him out.

"I haven't been able to really connect with anyone on the Citadel. Even the other turians I've met, everyone seems too busy or wrapped up in their own thing to care about anyone else." He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably, mandibles jerking a little. "You're the first person I've felt like I can relax around since being here, and Aelianus didn't really seem like your average turian."

Lifting an eyebrow, Charles asked, "Did you think if you didn't agree to come I'd act differently toward you?"

Cammus' gaze flicked to Charles before shifting away again. "No, not at all."

"Good." Charles let the silence sit for a few seconds as he finished rinsing himself. "Are you glad you came?"

"That depends." Cammus chuckled, the sound soft, maybe a little nervous.

"On?" Charles asked, sucking on his teeth.

"On what made you …" Cammus' mandibles fluttered and he hesitated before continuing, "… smell so different."

Charles swallowed, turning his face up to the water and scrubbing his hands over his face before looking back at Cammus. He thought about asking what exactly he smelled like while he lost himself the way he did because he knew it was what Cammus meant, but he couldn't bring himself to ask. Something told him he didn't really want to know. "It wasn't anything you did. I've just got some fucked up shit in my head sometimes. Memories of things I'd rather not talk about."

Cammus let out a thoughtful sounding hum. "I'm glad I came."

Charles smiled, moving out from under the water to pick up the jar of scrub and squatted in front of the turian, scooping out some of the cleanser before handing the jar to Cammus. The man flared his mandibles, raising his brow plates as Charles started working the cream into his thighs. Smirking, Charles focused on moving down over the front of Cammus' legs before making his way up the back, smiling at the sharp hiss of breath the man let out as Charles' massaged the cream into his spurs. He made another pass before working up the back of the man's thighs and stood, seeing the heat in Cammus' eyes as he turned the turian around by the shoulders, setting to work on Cammus' back. He felt the last of the tension melt away from both of them, and by the time he eased Cammus under the water, the man's groin plates had started to part.

Smiling, Charles ran his hands over Cammus, rinsing him. When he reached the seam in the man's plates, Charles traced around the head of the turian's cock sticking out through the center, not quite making contact as he dragged his fingers over the edge of the plates. "You think you're ready to tell us what you like? Show us what you want?"

Cammus let out a little growl, bringing his hands to Charles' waist and pushing him back against the wall. Charles grinned, pressed the palm of his hand against Cammus' parted plates, and started rubbing. Leaning in, Cammus scraped his teeth over Charles' pulse, plates slipping further apart.

"Let me fuck you," Cammus said against Charles' throat, somewhere between a growl and a whisper, barely heard over the shower.

Charles brought a hand up to knead the back of Cammus' head when the turian reached down, wrapping his hand around Charles' cock. He thought about it for a few seconds and said, "Alright. Let's get out of here, then."

After drying off, they made their way back to the bedroom. Ares stood in there, just past the door, finishing off the last of whatever he'd found to eat. Charles didn't pay it any attention, just dragged his hand over Ares' keel and grinned as he passed him by, going over to the bed and climbing up.

Glancing over his shoulder at Cammus, he asked, "Do you have a preference in position?"

Cammus' gaze roamed over Charles before he said, "How I was."

Moving up a little more onto the bed, Charles turned over, getting on hands and knees. He stroked himself with one hand while he watched Cammus. The turian hummed, moving to the bed and picking up the bottle of lube. Charles glanced at Ares, seeing him throw back his head as he swallowed down his last bite.

When he caught Ares' gaze, Charles nodded toward the head of the bed. "Come here."

Giving him a seductive growl, Ares moved to the bed, climbing up and then helped to support Charles as they situated themselves. Ares settled in front of him, legs spread around him, cock out, ready and waiting just as Charles asked. He ran his hand over Charles' head, pulling a smile from him before dropping the hand to Charles' shoulder. Licking his lips, Charles lowered his mouth to Ares' cock, taking his time, willing his throat to relax.

Cammus prodded Charles' asshole before slipping a finger inside, careful with his talons, and Charles abandoned his own cock to wrap his hand around Ares' instead, adding a twisting motion with each up and down pass of his lips and tongue. Ares gave him a rumbling purr, running his hand over Charles' head again. Charles froze for half a second, his heart skipping a beat in warning, but he started moving again before Ares had the chance to worry about having upset him. They'd established the rules of what he could tolerate while giving head, and he trusted Ares to not make the same mistake twice. He didn't think he'd ever stop feeling at least a little panic, though, whenever someone touched his head while he sucked them off.

After a minute, Charles knew he was plenty loose, but the turian behind him kept his finger inside, probably sating his curiosity over having a new species on display in front of him. Charles didn't blame him, he'd been there himself before, but he leaned back into Cammus' hand to get the turian moving. The finger disappeared, and a moment later, he lined himself up. He took his time easing inside of Charles, and Charles moaned around Ares' cock, soaking in the sting of scar tissue stretching around the unfamiliar cock in his ass.

Ares lowered his hand to Charles', pulling it away from his cock and bringing it to his waist, and Charles squeezed with well-practiced pressure. Ares' rumbling stuttered for a moment before he let out a low growl and moved his hand back to Charles' shoulder. "Shift your weight. Reach around him and jack him off to your thrusts. If you can get him off first, you can feel him tighten around you."

Cammus rumbled, and a moment later, Charles felt him do as he was told, shifting his weight so his keel pressed into Charles' back, hand wrapping around his cock. Charles hummed around Ares' cock, increasing his suction as he bobbed his head. Cammus brought him right to the edge, but he couldn't quite find the place he needed to tip over, not without letting his mind go back to the blood and gore. He really didn't want that, not after how he acted earlier.

He pulled his mouth away from Ares' cock to look up at the turian and whisper, "Use your talons."

Ares smirked, letting out a thrum Charles felt more than heard. "As you wish, so is my command."

Chuckling softly, Charles grinned before wrapping his mouth back around Ares' cock. He lost himself in the feel of Ares' talons scraping over his back and shoulder, hand squeezing the welts, and he started to buck his hips, forcing himself harder against Cammus. The turian picked up speed and tightened his grip on Charles' cock. The growl coming from Cammus, vibrating against Charles' back, didn't give him the same thrill as if coming from Ares, but it was really hot and egged Charles on. Probably trying to regain some control, Cammus dug his talons into Charles' hip, but the fresh sting of pain mixing with Ares' hands on him, scratching and squeezing, and the taste of Ares in his mouth threw Charles over the edge. He bucked harder as he came undone, letting out a strangled cry around Ares as he came all over Cammus' hand and the bed.

Ares' breathy, amused purr shifted into a low growl as he flexed his hand, pressing his talons into Charles' shoulder, sending another shock of pleasure through him. One of his hands left Charles, and a moment later, Cammus snarled, slamming into Charles with hard thrusts before letting out a growl, tensing and burying himself deep inside. Charles picked up the pace, scraping his teeth over the cock in his mouth as he sucked and squeezed Ares' side harder.

When Cammus withdrew, moving to stretch out on the bed, Charles pulled his knees in closer to his chest to support himself and brought his other hand to Ares' wound. Squeezing and digging his fingers into the cut, he built himself into a fever pitch, desperate to feel Ares come unraveled for just those few seconds as he came. Ares let out a groan, the sound a mix of pleasure and pain, and fresh blood slickened Charles' fingertips. Ares' talons kneaded into his shoulder a few times before he pushed against Charles, urging him back. He knew, in the back of his mind, Ares did it because he was close to cumming and didn't want to choke him, but he didn't care and refused to give much ground. And what he did lose, he soon regained, picking up speed and taking Ares in deeper despite the man's efforts, sending him over the edge.

Letting out a grinding growl, vibrating through both their bodies, Ares came, and Charles swallowed it right down. The light, almost spasmodic twitches of Ares' hips told Charles the turian fought to keep from bucking harder and thrusting himself into Charles' mouth. So, he kept going, moving slower but taking Ares in as deep as he could, helping to chase those last waves of the man's orgasm, swallowing every last drop he gave Charles. Tense muscles relaxing, Ares muttered something under his breath too low for Charles' translator to pick up, but he had a feeling it definitely wasn't anything bad.

Finally releasing Ares, he licked his lips and pushed up to kneeling. Leaning in, he gave Ares a quick kiss, but the man wrapped his hand around Charles' neck and pulled him back in, pushing his tongue past Charles' lips to swirl around his. A moment later, Cammus let out a curious trill, and Ares purred into Charles' mouth just before letting him pull away. Licking his mandible, Ares looked over at Cammus and let out a confused hum before relaxing against the pillows.

Charles turned to his side, lying against Ares' chest and looked to see what brought the noise from Cammus. He found the other turian rolled over, propped on one elbow with the fingers of his other hand resting on Ares' wrist as he studied the word carved into the hide along Ares' forearm. Charles smiled when Cammus' mandibles fluttered a few times, brow plates turning inward, and he let out another confused sounding trill.

Charles reached over, running his fingers slowly, reverently, over the letters of his name, and simply said, "He's mine."

Ares purred, and Charles glanced up to see him still watching Cammus, flicking his mandibles. "Better speak your confusion. I'm in a good mood, so it won't kill you to ask." His voice was light, carrying humor, despite the very real threat Ares' posed if he didn't like what the other turian said.

Charles snorted and muttered, "Be nice."

Removing his hand from Ares, Cammus shifted to sit up, pulling one leg up to rest his hand on his knee while the other stayed folded and pressed against the mattress. He looked back and forth between Ares and Charles, mandibles fluttering softly. "I've just never … most turians wouldn't intentionally scar themselves … outside of a bondmark."

Ares hummed as if considering his response. "Only conventional turians stick to that shit." He shrugged. "I come from a family of very unconventional turians, it seems."

Charles let out another soft snort, bringing his hand back to the scars to trace his name again. "Besides, he didn't intentionally scar himself, he made me do it."

Cammus fluttered his mandibles, raising a brow plate.

Chuckling, Ares shrugged again. "His teeth certainly weren't going to make a big enough mark, so I improvised."

"You two are bonded, then?" Cammus asked, the other brow plate lifting up to join the first.

Charles got very still but didn't say anything, watching Ares out of the corner of his eye.

Ares flicked his mandibles a few times, a low buzzing sound in this throat. "I guess you could call it that," he finally said. "It doesn't fit the definition, but if you want to be technical."

A flurry of emotions rushed through Charles, some part of him felt absolutely elated at hearing Ares' words but other parts overwhelmed, maybe a little scared and confused. They still hadn't really talked about their relationship, what exactly it meant to either of them. Hell, Charles hadn't even told Ares that he loved him, and Ares certainly didn't say it to Charles. And words spoken when put on the spot like that, especially while Ares used an alias … it was just really something they needed to talk about together, alone.

Still, he had to hide his stupid grin against Ares' keel. He kissed Ares' chest and muttered, "It doesn't really matter what anyone else wants to call it. You're mine. I'm yours."

Ares growled, the sound possessive, and he shifted just slightly, pressing Charles tighter to his side.