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Warnings for dubious consent, lack of morality and trauma

Inspired by LightSpearDarkArrow's work

An interesting method of choosing your allies

Finn Collins faced the couple who had invited him back into their home.

Clint and Laura Barton.

Yes, Finn had a girlfriend, Clarke Griffin. Still, he couldn't help but admit to being very attracted to these two.

Finn was an adult, there would be nothing illegal if he admitted to wanting to have sex with them, but quickly dismissed the thought.

These two had several kids, and while all those kids at the moment were asleep elsewhere in the house, he still had no business hoping that a married couple that had children, would have sex with him.

He already felt enough like an intruder. Here he was in a country he was unfamiliar with, teaching the countess in her castle, just next to this house, a different language, and he was living off of her food and hospitality. And here he was now in this house, living off of this couple's food and hospitality.

It felt truly surreal and almost comical. Still, he felt attraction to both Clint and Laura Barton.

He was happy he was out of the castle, away from the countess, Natasha and her cohorts, so that they wouldn't see how embarrassed he probably look and ask him questions.

He didn't want to have to confess to being sexually attracted to two of their servants.

"You look like you want to say something, Finn," Laura said, leaning back against her sofa chair, smiling in amusement.

Finn chuckled, shrugging, "Uh, yeah…well, there's just no way that this won't be awkward to ask, but…"

"You want to know if you could sleep with us, right?" Clint asked, chuckling.

Finn stared at the older man, startled. Clint smirked as he said, "You're not as subtle as you tell yourself you are."

Finn swallowed and nodded, blood rushing to his cheeks. "Yeah," he mumbled, "I want to sleep with the two of you. Sorry, I'll leave now."

"No, it's alright," Laura said, leaning forward now in the sofa chair, "If you want to stay and try it? We won't be offended," she looked then at her husband, "Right, Clint, baby?"

Clint nodded, smiling and he looked back at Finn.

"The kids are asleep and we're all consenting adults," Clint pointed out, his blue-green eyes playful, "So, if you want to? Let's go."

Finn's eyes widened, then he smiled and nodded.

The three of them quickly went up to Clint and Laura's bedroom, and almost as soon as the door was closed, both Clint and Laura were on top of Finn.

They startled him by pulling off his jacket, pulling down his pants and lifting up his shirt.

They had him squeezed between the two of them, and he cried out when he felt Clint's rough hand against his dick, beginning to rub him off.

Finn moaned against them as Clint jerked him off. Clint groaned into Finn's ear as he jerked at Finn's cock, "Like that, Collins? Like being another man's bitch?"

Finn gasped, wishing he could feel a semblance of disgust, but he didn't.

He just had to nod at Clint's question.

"Thought so," Clint laughed, and Finn shivered when he heard a zipper being pulled down behind him, "Time to get your ass split in two next."

Finn shivered and he felt Laura bite at his right shoulder and he heard her voice by his ear, "You had better tell us to stop now, Finn. Or you're going to be spending the next few hours with a cock ring on your cock and my husband pounding your ass."

Finn couldn't help it. He knew what he was doing was wrong, since he still was dating Clarke, but still, he answered, shaking his head, "No, I don't want to stop. Please, Mrs. Barton, Mr. Barton, fuck my brains out."

He had no idea if he was addressing them in the way they wanted him to address them for this "scene" but he only said what came to mind.

And thankfully, they took it well.

If their laughter was anything to go by.

"Remember, slut," Laura said, a grin on her face as Finn felt something round begin to be pushed onto his cock when Clint released his hold on Finn's dick, a gasp pulling out of Finn, when he felt his dick becoming engorged all the more and could feel himself becoming overstimulated, "You asked for this."

Finn knew he should tell them to stop, but didn't.

Some part of him wanted to be made into their sex toy, and he just couldn't help it.

That was probably why after Laura applied the cock ring to Finn's dick, and Clint let out a harsh laugh, and pushed Finn down onto his stomach, on the bed, and Finn cried out into the mattress as a very thick cock began to penetrate his asshole, pushing deeper and deeper, despite the oncoming pain, the sharp pleasure was all the stronger.

In the distance, listening from their castle, were several vampires.

The countess Natasha Romanoff, born Natalia Alinovna Romanov, and her many cohorts, her adoptive sister Yelena Belova, her half-sister, Lucy, among many others, listened and were satisfied.

Lucy looked at Natasha as she said, "That was unexpected."

Natasha smirked, not facing her sister as she listened to Finn's howling pleasure in the distance of the night, hearing the slapping of Clint's body against Finn's ass as he fucked the young man into his bed.

"An unconventional method of distracting Finn," she confessed, "But we knew he was attracted to Laura and Clint Barton, the moment he saw them. So, we took advantage. That's all. But now, with this? We have something to use against him, when we find Clarke and reunite with her."

Yelena chuckled, smirking.

It was centuries since they had last seen Clarke. But she had reincarnated and she was to be theirs again.

But for that to happen? They would need to dispose of those who had treated her wrongly.

Namely, her birth mother, Abby, an abuser, if they had ever heard of one. Not to mention all those other abusers; Bellamy Blake, Octavia Blake, Raven Reyes, Jasper Jordan, Nathan Miller, John Murphy and others. They and Abby and Kane would be killed, Finn would have a collar around him and would belong to the Bartons, as Clint and Laura's very own fuck toy.

And Clarke would be theirs, soon. They would reunite with Clarke and Clarke would be their wife again. And this time, nothing and no one would get in their way.

No tribe, no commander, no Ark people, no one would get between these vampires and their soulmate, Clarke Griffin.

Natasha snickered, when she heard Finn scream, before hearing him collapse against the bed under Clint, and heard Clint snort, slapping his hand against one of Finn's ass cheeks, pulling out of the younger man.

The sounds were far away, but she and her coven could hear the sounds easily enough thanks to their vampire hearing.

It would be only a matter of time.

All of those that had ever hurt Clarke, would be dead soon.

Finn would be Laura and Clint's fuck toy.

And Clarke would be Natasha, Yelena, Lucy and the other vampires' princess.

Not the most conventional way of making allies and negotiations, but it was better than nothing.