Untitled Suikoden V Mercenary Fic

"Little slut," Wilhelm grunted as he jerked Richard's pants down. "Dunno how you even managed to stay away as long as you did."

"It's not like I wanted to," Richard sighed, wriggling his now-bare ass in the air. "I was following orders! Mueller was the one who told me to leave. I was doing what he wanted, why are you yelling at me?"

"Shut up," Mueller sighed, "And make that mouth of yours useful for once."

Richard was almost as good at sucking cock as he was at following orders, and eagerly complied. Mueller, for his part, stayed true to his taciturn nature, simply grunting occasionally as Richard ran his tongue all around the head of his leader's cock. Wilhelm did more than enough talking for the both of them.

"Oh yeah, you're a little whore, aren't you," he said as he worked spit-slick fingers into Richard's hole. "Your ass just opens right up for me. You've missed my cock, haven't you, boy?"

"Mm-hmph," Richard managed, rolling his hips back to meet Wilhelm's hand.

"Maybe I should make you beg for it," the older mercenary grinned. "Make you tell me just how much you need me to fuck you, how deep you want me to shove into you--"

"Wilhelm," Mueller said, his voice only the smallest bit breathless. "He's too busy to beg."

"Hn, guess you're right," Wilhelm sighed, fisting his own erection and taking a moment to watch Mueller's dick, flushed red and glistening with saliva, slide almost entirely out of Richard's mouth. "Fine, then. Here I come, whore. Let's see how you like it."

Richard whimpered a bit as the blunt head of Wilhelm's cock pressed against him, but never neglected Mueller for a moment. "Oh yeah, just like that," Wilhelm grunted. "Good and tight. How do you stay so tight when you're such a slut?" Never one for patience, he snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. Richard cried out and had to momentarily pull away from Mueller or risk gagging, but after the initial shock closed his swollen lips obediently around the head again.

"You feel that?" Wilhelm growled, hands on the boy's bony hips, rocking shallowly. "That's me in there. That's my cock fucking you. That's Mueller you're tasting. Tastes pretty good, huh, slut?"

"Wil, that's disgusting."

Wilhelm ignored Mueller completely, too caught up in the feeling of thrusting into a tight, warm body -- and the sound of his own voice -- to care about the other man's complaints.

Mueller suddenly grunted, body tensing, one hand fisting in Richard's sweaty hair. That was all the warning the younger mercenary had, but it was all he needed -- he swallowed his superior's come eagerly and expertly. Mueller pulled away, sagging onto the mattress and tucking himself into his pants, watching the tableau play out before him almost disinterestedly.

"Ha! Swallowed it all, did you?"

"Course I did," Richard said, gasping a little with each thrust.

"Good. You're gettin' all of mine too." Wilhelm's fingers dug into Richard's hips and the boy groaned, writhed, and reached up to tug at his own erection. In a matter of moments he was crying out, rocking back to meet Wilhelm's increasingly violent thrusts, and coming all over his hand and the blanket.

"Shit, yeah!" Wilhelm pounded in once, twice, balls slapping against Richard's ass, and then shoved in to the hilt, shooting with a growl.

They lay together on the bed, panting, Richard's head on Wilhelm's outflung arm, while Mueller watched impassively from his spot against the wall.

"...any more orders?" Richard finally asked breathlessly.

"Sure," Mueller said. "Lick him clean. And then get over here. It's my turn to have your ass."

Richard was never one to disobey orders.