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"Get your hands off me!" His body pins me, and I frantically fight back, using all my strength to pry at the arm that tightens around my neck. No matter how hard I struggle, the grip only gets stronger and stifles my speech.

A deep voice taunts in my ear. "Nice try, pretty boy," he rumbles, making me take a steadying breath to ground myself against the rising panic. Changing my strategy, I use my feet to push off the floor, lifting myself off him, and then drop my weight and drive my elbow backward. He grunts as it jabs into his stomach, effectively loosening his hold on my neck.

My body twists, breaking free as I spin and straddle his hips. Hands in the air, I give a breathy, exaggerated cheer. "That's one point for Theo the Theatrical! On the ground, completely helpless…"

"You realize I could just pin you right back down?"

"…completely, utterly, amazingly powerless, incapacitated and feeble, lies Dante the Destructive! The former champion is in shambles while the newcomer, Theo the Terrible…"

"I thought it was Theatrical?"

"…rules supreme! This historical take-down marks the beginning of his reign of terror…" Dante effortlessly flips me, making me yelp, before dropping me onto the mats. Then he pins my wrists over my head, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Why do I absolutely believe that you would be the ringleader of a reign of terror?" He lets my hands free as he leans in to kiss me. He melts into my lips, then pulls away as I howl in irritation because he catches me trying to reach around his back.

I scowl as he drags my hand against the mat and places his weight on it. "Were you just…" His eyes widen as he realizes my plan. "Were you seriously about to give me a wedgie?!"

"Don't be jealous of my ingenuity," I say, a roguish grin spreading across my face as I flick the waistband of his boxers with my other hand.

"There are half a dozen ways I could distract you enough to get out from under you, and you…" I slide my hand from his lower back to his hip. "Would enjoy…" My finger glides over the crease in his thigh and I'm rewarded with the slight buck of his hips. "Every. Single. One." My fingers stair-step up the ridge of his cock with each word.

"Fuck, Theo," he murmurs, leaning down and capturing my lips, his aggression dialed up. My hands wrap around his back and hold him against me, but when I try to spin us, he pins me under his weight. I slap at the mat in frustration, which only makes him grin.

"Nice try." He drags his teeth along my bottom lip. "But you have to work harder than that to get me a second time."

"If I work any harder, we'll get kicked out." He laughs, pushing his lips against mine again. We lay like this for a few minutes, lost in a world of kisses and playful touches, until a sharp wolf whistle rings out from across the room. Both of us turn our heads to find Jugs walking in our direction with a giant grin on his ridiculously defined face.

"Others are going to see the two of you and think this is a new service I'm offering," he teases as Dante climbs off me and reaches out his hand to help me stand.

I lift my brow, letting my eyes wander across his brick house of a body. "Honestly, Jugs, you could make a killing if you did," I say, reaching out and squeezing his biceps, which are so big that I can't even come close to getting my fingers around them.

Dante gives a disgruntled huff from beside me, and I turn to him with a sly smile. "Aww, are you jealous? Don't worry, baby, I'm Goldilocks and you're the seat that's just the right size. Jugs over here is Papa Bear, and everything's too big for a boy like me." Dante's face is absolutely flaming, and even Jugs has a slight pink tinge to his cheeks.

I giggle as I lean against Dante. "You fuckers are too easy to manipulate. I could take either of you down right now because you're so distracted. You know that old saying? You can lead a man with his penis, but you can't make it think… or something like that."

Jugs throws his head back and laughs as Dante rumbles out a quiet chuckle. "Alright, trouble. We've got a few minutes until we have to leave for rehearsal. How about you see if Theo the Terrible can get me down again?"

"I'd rather get you up," I tease as Jugs walks away shaking his head, cheeks flushed once more.

Amateurs.

Several hours later, the sweat from my self-defense lessons has been amplified by practice. I push my hair out of my face and wrinkle my nose at the slick strands that wet my fingers. "I'm gross," I whine to Dante, whose lap I'm firmly perched on while he tries to get the others' attention.

"You're perfect," he says with a kiss to my shoulder, then glares as Eric makes a gagging noise from where he's cross-legged on the ground.

Dante lets out a sigh and raises his voice for everyone to hear. "Alright, listen up so we can get through this. Dmitri emailed Monica to let her know we were on board with scheduling interviews, since we're all in favor of it." Heads around the room bob in agreement. "She's trying to line a few up after our show this weekend, so keep your phones on in case it comes in as a last-minute request."

"Are we planning to discuss this whole tour idea?" Tai asks from where he leans against the wall, not a drop of sweat on him and looking cool as a snowman's asshole in his leather jacket.

Jerk.

"The general consensus is that we can explore it once we assess the new album's success. A few ideas we threw around were setting a goal for our rankings or monthly income. If we pull in enough money to cover our salaries and still afford the expenses that come with a tour of that magnitude, then it's possible. As it is right now, we'd go broke trying to fund it, and if the gamble didn't pay off…"

He trails off, but we nod our understanding. Thankfully, we mesh incredibly well, and while some of us are more hot-headed than others, none of us are careless.

It's been a godsend, really.

We hear stories all the time of bands being consumed by the promises of fame, ultimately losing everything to a lifestyle of sex and drugs. Our group is too interested in practical jokes and naps to get hung up on cocaine and addiction.

"Are we going to do anymore joint shows? I heard our gig with Battlefield Tweed went over really well." Eric's teasing tone is obvious as Dante's grip on me tightens, and I can't help my grin as I intertwine my fingers with his.

"You're absolutely correct," I agree. "The show was well-received, and we got a ton of positive reviews. If needed, I could always reach out to Sayid and plan…"

The world spins and my back slams onto the cushions, Dante hovering over me. "If he gave you his number, I'll cut his fucking fingers off," he mutters, and my grin spreads.

"So violent!" There's a devilish edge to my smile as his eyes dart around my face. "I tried my best to refuse it, but when he used permanent marker to write it on my arm, I couldn't exactly erase it."

He snorts and shakes his head. "Do you really believe I wouldn't know if someone else had marked you?"

"Does… anyone else feel like we should, uh, maybe… go?" Dmitri says, and I twist to see them blatantly staring, not even trying to hide their interest.

Dante ignores him, pushing the sleeve of my hoodie up to expose my forearm. "Definitely not seeing anything on that arm," he muses as he moves and does the same to the other one. "So strange, nothing there either."

"Maybe I was mistaken, and he wrote it on my..."

"Don't you fucking say nether regions..." he interrupts.

"Nether regions." Dante grunts and bares the tips of his teeth to me. "God, you're fucking sexy when you're jealous," I tease, loving every second of this.

"And that right there, folks," Tai mutters. "That is our cue. We'll see y'all when you aren't so…" He pauses, turning to look at us once more with a sweep of his hand up our bodies, laid out on the couch.

I burst out laughing and push Dante, who reluctantly climbs off me. "No, no, we're good." The grumble he emits tells me he won't forget this anytime soon, but he sits back on the couch. We spend a few more minutes discussing housekeeping items, when our phones both buzz with alerts.

Dante pulls his out first, reading a response from Monica with options for interviews, but my attention is drawn to the message underneath it. I gesture towards it with my eyes, and he clicks it open before glancing at me. When I read my email, I turn to him, and our eyes slam together.

"Dmitri," Dante calls, twisting to look at him. "Monica sent over a list of interview possibilities. Do you guys mind digging into those for a few minutes? Research if they're scenes we want to be involved in?"

"Sure thing, boss," he says, grabbing the laptop as the other two pull their phones out.

Dante grabs my wrist and drags me to my feet, leading me into the small hallway and ducking into the bathroom. "All clear?"

He picks me up as I nod, planting me on the counter and tugging at my shorts and underwear until they sit underneath my ass cheeks. Dropping to his knees, he yanks me towards the edge of the countertop, and I don't even care that the faucet is digging into my back. My knees fall to the side as I part my legs as much as my clothing will allow, my cock rising between us.

For a second, he stares at it, his tongue touching the edge of his lips before snapping out of it. "Me too," he murmurs and leans forward, dragging his tongue across my hole as I call out. He backs up and gives me a sharp look. "Unless you want to get caught, you have to be quiet, baby."

My head slams up and down in a desperate nod, the faucet biting into my spine. Silence is almost impossible, but I try, sinking my teeth into the fleshy part of my hand.

His tongue—Christ, his fucking tongue. Firm, rough strokes drag over my hole while his hands move up my thighs, pushing my legs back and spreading me further. When he moves away, I whimper, but he spits on my hole and shoves the tip of his tongue inside. Our moans collide, mine ringing through the open air and his vibrating up my skin as he pushes deeper, opening me more with each thrust.

"Dante," I gasp, my bite digging into my hand as he turns his head, scraping his teeth over my sensitive flesh and sucking until I'm bucking right off the counter. More suction has my head slamming backwards, barely supported by my neck as I push against him. He spits again before slipping a finger inside me, and then quickly adding a second. They scissor as he thrusts, stretching me with nothing more than his saliva as lube.

The third finger hits me with a delicious burn, my moan muffled by my hand and my cock pounding as it lies against my stomach. He pulls his fingers away and replaces them with his tongue, penetrating me with it as he continues to get me ready. Spearing inside me until his lips touch my skin, forcing me to take him, until he pulls away.

By the time he stands, I'm desperate, and the damp spot on the front of his shorts tells me he is, too. I'm soaked between my ass cheeks, spit dripping until it plunks onto the floor.

In a single push, his pants and boxers hit the ground, then he spits on his hand to stroke his straining cock. My clothes are around my thighs, binding them together as he positions my legs over his shoulder and leans in.

"Tell me if I hurt you," he says as he notches his head at my entrance and drives forward.

"Oh!" I gasp on a loud inhale, my eyes rolling back in my head as he pushes into me. He quickly moves past my rim and slides all the way inside. And God, the heat , the fucking heat between us. The burn is enough that I'll feel it for hours after, and my cock leaps at the reminder of what he's doing to me.

He grips my hips and pulls me forward until I'm flush against him, and then he rears back and slams into me. "Goddamn, you feel so good," he mutters, his fingertips digging pits into my skin. "So fucking tight."

My head bangs against the bathroom wall with the power of his thrusts, but neither of us cares as I reach for him, dragging his mouth to mine. The motion folds me almost in half underneath him, and our kiss is sloppy as he jolts my body with the punch of his hips. Hot breath blows across my lips with every thrust, my nails digging into his back.

"Fuck, Theo," he groans as he lifts off me and wraps his thick hand around my cock. "I'm not going to last."

"Finish inside me," I beg as he picks up his speed, skin slapping through the small room as we both make too much noise. "Soak me, baby, fill me up and let it run down my legs when we walk out of here. Tell everyone I'm yours. Fucking mark me. "

His moan rips its way from his throat, roaring and bouncing between these walls as he wraps an arm around my thighs and stops holding back, slamming into me as he strokes me with his other hand. "Oh, fuck! " he cries as he drives forward, unloading the heat of his release inside me, the pounding of his cock so intense I can feel the beats.

Warmth seeps out of me even as he continues to come. The hot drip of it down my skin pushes me over the edge, and I call out as I erupt into the cage of his fingers, my cock jerking in his hand. My ass clamps around him, drawing a sound from my lips that's a helpless whimper as muscles all over my body wring themselves out.

He gives a few more lazy pumps inside me before burying himself as he gently strokes me, watching as the thick, white stream rolls over his knuckles. Once I'm drained, he slumps against me and finds my lips in a languid, satisfied kiss.

The entire thing didn't take more than five minutes, but I'm so thoroughly fucked I can barely think, much less move.

We both groan as he pulls out, and his eyes drop to my used hole. Gentle fingers scoop up his cum as it leaks out of me, pushing it back inside as I release a quiet moan. He helps me off the countertop and moves my underwear and shorts into place, using his fingertips to rub me through my clothes.

"You're wet," he murmurs as he leans in to kiss me, still spinning a slow circle.

"Careful, or you're going to have to take care of me again," I murmur around the twist of our tongues.

He releases a deep, rumbling laugh as we wash our hands and adjust our clothes before walking into the studio. Three heads turn in our direction like owls, every single one of them lined in suspicion.

"Where'd you guys run off to?" Eric drags the words out, a snarky smirk on his lips.

"Just…" Dante waves his hand in a very vague gesture that tells them absolutely nothing.

Well, that was convincing.

I cough a laugh, which turns out to be a mistake, because the pressure sends a gush of Dante's release sliding out of my ass and down my thigh. My cock twitches in response to the sensation, so I turn towards Dante and tuck myself under his arm, hiding my dick against his leg.

I rise onto my tiptoes as I lean into his ear. "You're dripping out of me," I whisper, and his eyes slam into mine, lips twitching in a predatorial snarl like he's worried his prey might get away if he doesn't pounce.

"Out!" They jump as one as he barks the order, and he turns to them with raised brows to show them he means business. "Everyone out. We'll finish this discussion later."

None of them need to be told twice, Eric and Dmitri giving each other a side eye that communicates wonders while Tai giggles and jets out the door.

As soon as we're alone, Dante sinks to his knees in front of me. "Fuck, you're like a drug," he moans as he yanks my clothes down and sucks my cock into his mouth in a single draw.

It's only minutes later that I lose control again, his slippery fingers shoving his cum back inside me as I spray across his tongue, wondering how in the world I ever lived without this.