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aunt_zeldaTitle: Silence is Golden
Word Count: 2,535
Rating: R-ish for language and sexual situations
Characters, Pairings: Insano/Spoony, Insano/Linkara, Insano/Linkara/Spoony
Disclaimer: I own nothing and mean no disrespect to the real live peoples.
Warnings: gagging, double-teaming, un-beta’d fanfiction
Summary: Spoony gets fed up with his housemate’s epic battles with Linkara and decides to change things up a bit. Insano is more than happy to comply.
A/N: For reimukay, for filling the “Harvey as Heer Halewijn” prompt so epically and making my head explode. What was meant to be an easy smutty threeway ended up getting way too much set-up and not nearly enough smut. First time I’ve posted fic in what feels like years, and it took me a while, what with work and projects and sleep. I wanted to get this done before Suburban Knights went up, otherwise it might never have gotten finished.
BANG.
…
…
CRASH.
“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, YOU STUPID SACK OF SCIENCE!”
“LINKARA!”
“DOCTOR INSANO!”
“Muahahahahhahahaa!”
ZAP.
Clang.
Ding.
“I AM A MAN!”
PUNCH!
“SWEET EINSTIEN! I think you broke one of my ribs! … I’ll break your FACE!”
SHWORP.
PUNCH.
Punch.
“GOT YOU!”
“OH NO YOU DON’T!”
PUNCH.
“ARGH!”
Wham.
SMASH.
“Finally!”
Punch.
…
…
SLAM.
…
“Oh … oh ow … oh …”
…
Spoony glared at his calendar: this was the third time this week. “Just once, just once, could I get through a review without having to stop because they’re making so much fucking noise down there?!”
At first Spoony had taken out his frustrations with the proceedings on Insano in a purely violent manner. He’d thrown the scientist against the wall and yelled at him, punctuating his profanity-laden sentences by slamming Insano back against the wall again and again.
Then, one night as Spoony was gathering breath for another tirade, Insano had leaned forward and kissed him.
That … that had changed things.
For at time, Spoony had been doing things differently. After Linkara stormed out post-battle Spoony would creep downstairs to find Insano – bruised and bloody and usually lying on the floor of his trashed lab – waiting with a raging hard-on. Then they’d take their frustrations out on each other, in a far more enjoyable way than before. Spoony would never underestimate Insano again: the man could stay up all night working on an invention to melt Chicago, take a serious beating from Linkara, and then literally fuck around for hours on the floor, against the wall, or in the nearest bed.
Eventually, though, Spoony’s Conscience had gotten the best of him. His Conscience didn’t speak up much, but when it did, Spoony damn well listened.
~*~
“Hey,” Spoony said to Insano one day after yet another epic battle, pinning the scientist to the floor. “We need to talk.”
“Talking’s fine! Things like ‘oh, god, yes, harder!’ are preferable right now.” Insano said, grinning up at Spoony. “I could call you an ‘ignorant slut’ again, I know you like that.”
Spoony blushed. “Yeah, I do, but that’s not what I meant.” He deftly avoided Insano’s desperate attempt at a kiss. “We need to talk about … this. You and Linkara. You and me.”
“What of it?” Insano squirmed, erection very apparent against Spoony’s leg. “He and I fight. You and I fuck. I’ve fought, can we fuck now please?” he tried the Puppy-Eyes.
Spoony loved the Puppy-Eyes. Insano was evil, exploiting one of his weaknesses like that.
Spoony gritted his teeth and resisted. “No.”
“But you want to,” Insano wriggled just right and Spoony felt his eyes glaze over briefly. “You want to flip me over and –”
“Nuh-uh-ah!” Spoony pressed Insano’s wrists down against the floor. “Be honest with me, Insano, are you doing this so I won’t beat you up anymore after Linkara’s smacked you around?”
Insano rolled his eyes. “If that had annoyed me you’d be a smudge on the rug, just like my high school bullies.”
“Okay …” Spoony mentally filed that frightening visual away. “Is this because Linkara smacking you around gets you hot and bothered and you’d take anyone right now?”
“Sweet Tesla, is that what this is about?” Insano chuckled. “You think I’m using you?” he angled his hips and arched up, eliciting a groan from Spoony. “This is about wanting you, not wanting a substitute for my hand.”
Spoony’s Conscience was swiftly being trampled by Spoony’s Libido, but he fought for one last question. “And Linkara?”
Insano shrugged. “Linkara is lovely, but I’ve been dropping hints for weeks and he just doesn’t seem to be getting it. It’s gotten to the point where I’m going to have to try screaming ‘fuck me, you moron!’ and see if that gets through to him.”
Spoony laughed at the mental picture those words produced. Insano laughed too. Soon they’d collapsed against each other on the floor, rolling around and cackling. Eventually they’d start to pull each other’s clothes off, but for the moment they were content to just lie there and laugh.
Later, after they’d worn themselves out from hysterical laughter and hyperactive fucking, Spoony turned to face his roommate.
“So, I’ve had an idea. About Linkara …”
~*~
SLAM.
Spoony gulped, steadying himself. They had less than a minute before Linkara burst through the door to Insano’s lab. Less than a minute to hide, or run upstairs and barricade himself in his room, back out of this insane plan he’d hatched with his crazy doppelganger …
Insano beamed at him. “Ready?” he mouthed.
Spoony nodded, reached over, and turned off the light.
BANG. The door slammed open. Linkara stood silhouetted against the hallway light.
“Insano?” he yelled, peered into the shadows.
Insano shut the door with his foot, plunging the room into darkness.
Before Linkara could react, Spoony was at his side.
“Hey, Linkara,” Spoony breathed into the other man’s ear.
“S-Spoony?” Linkara asked. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing …” Spoony said, chancing a kiss just below Linkara’s ear. “Well, I’ve been wanting to do this ever since our first crossover, but besides that, nothing’s going on.” He interspersed his words with kisses, trailing them along Linkara’s neck and stopping at the man’s collarbone. He paused. There were three possible interpretations of Linkara’s silence: he was still too shocked to react, he was about to punch Spoony in the gut, or he was enjoying himself.
“Whuh … you … I …” Linkara gulped. “Where’s Insano?”
The lights flicked on, momentarily blinding the pair.
“How nice of you to finally remember me!” the scientist cackled. “Hello, Linkara.”
“If you’ve put Spoony under mind-control or, I don’t know, fed him sex pollen or something, I swear to –”
“Oh relax, hero,” Insano’s face split into a wide grin. “He’s not doing anything that he doesn’t want to.”
“Yeah, I’m really not,” Spoony risked sliding a hand under Linkara’s shirt and was rewarded with a lurid blush from the other man. “You’re so warm …”
“That’s … huh … oh god,” Linkara pushed Spoony away, eyes darting between him and Insano. “You’re not a robotic replica of him, are you? Or Insano-from-another dimension?”
Spoony scowled. “No, I’m not. I’m Spoony. The same guy you’ve always known. And I want you.”
Linkara blinked several times. “Okaaaay … so why is he here, then?” he nodded at Insano.
“Since you’re so dense when it comes to both my subtle and blindingly obvious hints, Spoony suggested that I make my intentions perfectly clear.” Insano leaned his head against Spoony’s shoulder. “He even wanted to join in, isn’t that nice of him?” he dissolved into giggles as Linkara blinked in shock and confusion. “The ‘wanting you’ shtick was mine first; he only told me about his little crush last week!”
Linkara blinked, opened and closed his mouth, and finally just stared at the two of them.
“I think we broke him.” Insano said, eyeing his nemesis with concern and curiosity. “What a shame.”
“Already?” Spoony sighed. “What should we do, keep talking?”
“Worth a shot. Try explaining things to him, that might help.”
“Explaining … things?” Linkara managed to stutter.
“Yeah.” Spoony rocked back on his heels, a fiendish grin lighting up his face. He was going to enjoy this. “Do you know why I started sleeping with Insano?” He didn’t wait for Linkara to venture a guess. “It was because I was so fucking fed up with the racket you two make during your little showdowns. I’d come down here after you’d left and slam him into the wall and yell at him for a while, blow off some steam. Then one day he kissed me,” Spoony ruffled Insano’s already wild hair. “Then we started blowing each other. Fighting you – well, getting beat up by you, I should say – gets him so fucking horny. I can’t believe you didn’t see that. I’d come downstairs after your fights and he’d be so hard already that I barely had to touch him.”
“What?!” Linkara gasped, eyes wide.
“Haven’t you ever read the tvtropes page for FoeYay, Linkara?” Insano asked in mock concern.
“Well, yeah, but …”
“Have you ever lain awake at night and thought about pushing me to the ground, tearing off my labcoat, and …?” Insano let the sentence hang in the air and licked his lips.
Spoony sincerely hoped that Linkara was blushing because he had, in fact, lain awake at night fantasizing about his nemesis and not because he was locked in an embarrassing situation that he wanted to get out of. Insano would be so pissy if it turned out that Linkara didn’t swing their way; Insano’s pissiness usually manifested itself in the form of gigantic bank-robbing robots. Which would be fun, but not exactly healthy in the long-term. Insano having mad hot (if slightly awkward) sex with his nemesis and roommate, however, would probably be healthy in the long-term. Well, healthier than spending the weekend locked up in his lab making a robot to rob the local Bank of America.
“Well,” Linkara’s face turned an even deeper shade of scarlet, “I kinda … yeah, I have.” He laughed nervously. “I just never thought you’d … reciprocate, is all.”
There was a pause.
Spoony resisted the urge to punch the air in triumph (and relief.) Instead he looked at Insano, who was currently doing his best impression of the Cheshire Cat. It was mesmerizing, the way the scientist’s smile kept expanding.
“Play nice, you two, I’ve gotta grab something.” Spoony began searching through the cabinets and drawers in Insano’s lab, trying to remember where he’d stashed the supplies last night. Behind him, Linkara and Insano were doing what they always did when left alone for five seconds: being way too loud.
“How long have you been jerking-off to visions of me?!”
“Uh … I dunno, six months? A year, maybe?”
“A YEAR?!”
Spoony cringed: Insano’s voice sure got shrill when he was yelling.
“Well, I’m sorry, you weren’t exactly giving off the most approachable vibe! For all I knew you were a giant homophobe and you’d turn me into a frog and vaporize my house if I flirted with you!”
“Did all my double-entendres just fly right over your thick head?!”
“No, I just didn’t think you understood the double-meanings in what you were saying!”
Spoony finally found what he’d been looking for and returned to the other side of the room. Linkara was still plastered against the door, now red in the face from shouting instead of blushing. Insano was looking pretty crazy, hands tangled in his hair, poised to start tearing it out. They both fell silent as Spoony approached, like guilty children.
“That’s what was ticking me off so much about your little fights, you know. The noise.” Spoony said, toying with the item in his hands. “You’re both so damn noisy. You especially, Linkara: ‘I AM A MAN!!!’ and all.” Spoony held up the ball gag he’d been playing with. “So I’m thinking you should wear this for a little while. Ok?”
Linkara hadn’t even finished nodding before Insano had him pinned to the wall and Spoony buckling the gag around his head.
Insano would not stop cackling. “Now you’re at my mercy, Linkara! Can’t charge your superpowered punch without your voice, now can you?!”
“Watch it,” Spoony said, brandishing a finger at Insano. “Or I’ll gag you, too.”
That shut Insano up.
Spoony took advantage of the moment of silence by kissing down the other side of Linkara’s neck, dragging his teeth across the other man’s skin impulsively. Linkara’s eyes rolled back and his hands flailed.
“I don’t think you need this,” Insano said, turning Linkara around and tugging his coat off. Spoony draped it over a chair, relinquishing his spot at Linkara’s neck. Insano slammed Linkara against the wall, grinding against his ass with all the subtlety of a horny wolf. “Or this,” he said, tossing the plaid shirt onto the floor.
“You’re making a mess,” Spoony chastised, picking up the plaid shirt and tossing it over the chair as well.
“This is my lab, I can make a mess if I want to,” Insano said, not even glancing over his shoulder.
Spoony smacked Insano on the ass. The scientist jerked forward, causing Linkara to whimper through the gag and slap the wall with one of his hands.
“Might have to gag you after all, Insano,” Spoony smirked, pushing Insano aside and tugging down the scientist’s scrubs. “You’re awfully mouthy.”
“I’d rather you were mouthy, if you know what I mean,” Insano grinned as Spoony eyed the tent in his boxers. “You or him, I really don’t care.”
“He’s kinda got his mouth full right now,” Spoony said, returning to Linkara and pulling off the hero’s t-shirt. “And I’m enjoying the silence, myself.”
Linkara glared at him.
“Oh, if looks could kill, I’d be a Black Lantern again,” Spoony chuckled, raking his fingernails down Linkara’s spine as Insano struggled to untangle himself from his pants.
“That could be arranged, you cocktease,” Insano grumbled, pinching Linkara’s nipples vindictively.
Linkara staggered, one hand grabbing Insano’s shoulder and the other flailing for Spoony. Spoony caught Linkara’s wrist and guided it down, stroking Spoony’s erection through the fabric of his jeans. Linkara made a muffled yelping kind of sound, and then started to grope independently of Spoony’s movements. Spoony closed his eyes and rested his head on Linkara’s shoulder, trying to think up some kind of joke about getting a backwards handjob.
Not to be outdone, Insano plunged his hand under Linkara’s waistband, eliciting a strangled yell from behind the gag. Linkara bucked, relying on Spoony for support as Insano fumbled with the zipper to Linkara’s jeans.
“Fuck,” Spoony met Insano’s eyes as Linkara spluttered and groaned between them. “I bet he’d make the best noises without the gag. Think he’s earned the right to speak?”
“I think so,” Insano nuzzled Linkara’s neck. “If you want us to keep the gag off, Linkara, you’d better prove to us what a good boy you are.”
Linkara nodded and made affirmative noises around the gag.
Spoony grinned and unclipped the gag, setting it on the kitchen counter as Insano slid his hand back into Linkara’s boxers.
Linkara moaned, arching up as Insano leaned against him. Insano’s face was almost tranquil as Linkara turned red and clawed at the scientist’s shoulders. Spoony had to grip the counter for support as Linkara whined, squeezing his eyes shut behind his glasses and pulling Insano closer. Spoony decided right then and there to shelve the ball gag indefinitely.
“Fuck me,” Linkara breathed.
Insano’s eyebrows shot up. “So you can swear!”
“When it’s necessary.” Linkara said, biting Insano’s ear. “It’s necessary now. Fuck. Me.”
“Say it again,” Insano insisted. Spoony removed Linkara’s glasses as the scientist threw Linkara’s hat off to the side.
“Louder.” Spoony advised.
Linkara kissed Insano, tongue grappling with the scientist. When he finally broke away for air he said, very clearly, “Fuck me, Insano.”
With Insano stunned into silence, Linkara turned and gave Spoony the same treatment, tongue and all. “Fuck me, Spoony.”
Spoony grinned. “Bedroom?” he asked Insano.
“Bedroom,” Insano agreed.
Together they steered Linkara there.
Word Count: 2,535
Rating: R-ish for language and sexual situations
Characters, Pairings: Insano/Spoony, Insano/Linkara, Insano/Linkara/Spoony
Disclaimer: I own nothing and mean no disrespect to the real live peoples.
Warnings: gagging, double-teaming, un-beta’d fanfiction
Summary: Spoony gets fed up with his housemate’s epic battles with Linkara and decides to change things up a bit. Insano is more than happy to comply.
A/N: For reimukay, for filling the “Harvey as Heer Halewijn” prompt so epically and making my head explode. What was meant to be an easy smutty threeway ended up getting way too much set-up and not nearly enough smut. First time I’ve posted fic in what feels like years, and it took me a while, what with work and projects and sleep. I wanted to get this done before Suburban Knights went up, otherwise it might never have gotten finished.
BANG.
…
…
CRASH.
“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, YOU STUPID SACK OF SCIENCE!”
“LINKARA!”
“DOCTOR INSANO!”
“Muahahahahhahahaa!”
ZAP.
Clang.
Ding.
“I AM A MAN!”
PUNCH!
“SWEET EINSTIEN! I think you broke one of my ribs! … I’ll break your FACE!”
SHWORP.
PUNCH.
Punch.
“GOT YOU!”
“OH NO YOU DON’T!”
PUNCH.
“ARGH!”
Wham.
SMASH.
“Finally!”
Punch.
…
…
SLAM.
…
“Oh … oh ow … oh …”
…
Spoony glared at his calendar: this was the third time this week. “Just once, just once, could I get through a review without having to stop because they’re making so much fucking noise down there?!”
At first Spoony had taken out his frustrations with the proceedings on Insano in a purely violent manner. He’d thrown the scientist against the wall and yelled at him, punctuating his profanity-laden sentences by slamming Insano back against the wall again and again.
Then, one night as Spoony was gathering breath for another tirade, Insano had leaned forward and kissed him.
That … that had changed things.
For at time, Spoony had been doing things differently. After Linkara stormed out post-battle Spoony would creep downstairs to find Insano – bruised and bloody and usually lying on the floor of his trashed lab – waiting with a raging hard-on. Then they’d take their frustrations out on each other, in a far more enjoyable way than before. Spoony would never underestimate Insano again: the man could stay up all night working on an invention to melt Chicago, take a serious beating from Linkara, and then literally fuck around for hours on the floor, against the wall, or in the nearest bed.
Eventually, though, Spoony’s Conscience had gotten the best of him. His Conscience didn’t speak up much, but when it did, Spoony damn well listened.
~*~
“Hey,” Spoony said to Insano one day after yet another epic battle, pinning the scientist to the floor. “We need to talk.”
“Talking’s fine! Things like ‘oh, god, yes, harder!’ are preferable right now.” Insano said, grinning up at Spoony. “I could call you an ‘ignorant slut’ again, I know you like that.”
Spoony blushed. “Yeah, I do, but that’s not what I meant.” He deftly avoided Insano’s desperate attempt at a kiss. “We need to talk about … this. You and Linkara. You and me.”
“What of it?” Insano squirmed, erection very apparent against Spoony’s leg. “He and I fight. You and I fuck. I’ve fought, can we fuck now please?” he tried the Puppy-Eyes.
Spoony loved the Puppy-Eyes. Insano was evil, exploiting one of his weaknesses like that.
Spoony gritted his teeth and resisted. “No.”
“But you want to,” Insano wriggled just right and Spoony felt his eyes glaze over briefly. “You want to flip me over and –”
“Nuh-uh-ah!” Spoony pressed Insano’s wrists down against the floor. “Be honest with me, Insano, are you doing this so I won’t beat you up anymore after Linkara’s smacked you around?”
Insano rolled his eyes. “If that had annoyed me you’d be a smudge on the rug, just like my high school bullies.”
“Okay …” Spoony mentally filed that frightening visual away. “Is this because Linkara smacking you around gets you hot and bothered and you’d take anyone right now?”
“Sweet Tesla, is that what this is about?” Insano chuckled. “You think I’m using you?” he angled his hips and arched up, eliciting a groan from Spoony. “This is about wanting you, not wanting a substitute for my hand.”
Spoony’s Conscience was swiftly being trampled by Spoony’s Libido, but he fought for one last question. “And Linkara?”
Insano shrugged. “Linkara is lovely, but I’ve been dropping hints for weeks and he just doesn’t seem to be getting it. It’s gotten to the point where I’m going to have to try screaming ‘fuck me, you moron!’ and see if that gets through to him.”
Spoony laughed at the mental picture those words produced. Insano laughed too. Soon they’d collapsed against each other on the floor, rolling around and cackling. Eventually they’d start to pull each other’s clothes off, but for the moment they were content to just lie there and laugh.
Later, after they’d worn themselves out from hysterical laughter and hyperactive fucking, Spoony turned to face his roommate.
“So, I’ve had an idea. About Linkara …”
~*~
SLAM.
Spoony gulped, steadying himself. They had less than a minute before Linkara burst through the door to Insano’s lab. Less than a minute to hide, or run upstairs and barricade himself in his room, back out of this insane plan he’d hatched with his crazy doppelganger …
Insano beamed at him. “Ready?” he mouthed.
Spoony nodded, reached over, and turned off the light.
BANG. The door slammed open. Linkara stood silhouetted against the hallway light.
“Insano?” he yelled, peered into the shadows.
Insano shut the door with his foot, plunging the room into darkness.
Before Linkara could react, Spoony was at his side.
“Hey, Linkara,” Spoony breathed into the other man’s ear.
“S-Spoony?” Linkara asked. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing …” Spoony said, chancing a kiss just below Linkara’s ear. “Well, I’ve been wanting to do this ever since our first crossover, but besides that, nothing’s going on.” He interspersed his words with kisses, trailing them along Linkara’s neck and stopping at the man’s collarbone. He paused. There were three possible interpretations of Linkara’s silence: he was still too shocked to react, he was about to punch Spoony in the gut, or he was enjoying himself.
“Whuh … you … I …” Linkara gulped. “Where’s Insano?”
The lights flicked on, momentarily blinding the pair.
“How nice of you to finally remember me!” the scientist cackled. “Hello, Linkara.”
“If you’ve put Spoony under mind-control or, I don’t know, fed him sex pollen or something, I swear to –”
“Oh relax, hero,” Insano’s face split into a wide grin. “He’s not doing anything that he doesn’t want to.”
“Yeah, I’m really not,” Spoony risked sliding a hand under Linkara’s shirt and was rewarded with a lurid blush from the other man. “You’re so warm …”
“That’s … huh … oh god,” Linkara pushed Spoony away, eyes darting between him and Insano. “You’re not a robotic replica of him, are you? Or Insano-from-another dimension?”
Spoony scowled. “No, I’m not. I’m Spoony. The same guy you’ve always known. And I want you.”
Linkara blinked several times. “Okaaaay … so why is he here, then?” he nodded at Insano.
“Since you’re so dense when it comes to both my subtle and blindingly obvious hints, Spoony suggested that I make my intentions perfectly clear.” Insano leaned his head against Spoony’s shoulder. “He even wanted to join in, isn’t that nice of him?” he dissolved into giggles as Linkara blinked in shock and confusion. “The ‘wanting you’ shtick was mine first; he only told me about his little crush last week!”
Linkara blinked, opened and closed his mouth, and finally just stared at the two of them.
“I think we broke him.” Insano said, eyeing his nemesis with concern and curiosity. “What a shame.”
“Already?” Spoony sighed. “What should we do, keep talking?”
“Worth a shot. Try explaining things to him, that might help.”
“Explaining … things?” Linkara managed to stutter.
“Yeah.” Spoony rocked back on his heels, a fiendish grin lighting up his face. He was going to enjoy this. “Do you know why I started sleeping with Insano?” He didn’t wait for Linkara to venture a guess. “It was because I was so fucking fed up with the racket you two make during your little showdowns. I’d come down here after you’d left and slam him into the wall and yell at him for a while, blow off some steam. Then one day he kissed me,” Spoony ruffled Insano’s already wild hair. “Then we started blowing each other. Fighting you – well, getting beat up by you, I should say – gets him so fucking horny. I can’t believe you didn’t see that. I’d come downstairs after your fights and he’d be so hard already that I barely had to touch him.”
“What?!” Linkara gasped, eyes wide.
“Haven’t you ever read the tvtropes page for FoeYay, Linkara?” Insano asked in mock concern.
“Well, yeah, but …”
“Have you ever lain awake at night and thought about pushing me to the ground, tearing off my labcoat, and …?” Insano let the sentence hang in the air and licked his lips.
Spoony sincerely hoped that Linkara was blushing because he had, in fact, lain awake at night fantasizing about his nemesis and not because he was locked in an embarrassing situation that he wanted to get out of. Insano would be so pissy if it turned out that Linkara didn’t swing their way; Insano’s pissiness usually manifested itself in the form of gigantic bank-robbing robots. Which would be fun, but not exactly healthy in the long-term. Insano having mad hot (if slightly awkward) sex with his nemesis and roommate, however, would probably be healthy in the long-term. Well, healthier than spending the weekend locked up in his lab making a robot to rob the local Bank of America.
“Well,” Linkara’s face turned an even deeper shade of scarlet, “I kinda … yeah, I have.” He laughed nervously. “I just never thought you’d … reciprocate, is all.”
There was a pause.
Spoony resisted the urge to punch the air in triumph (and relief.) Instead he looked at Insano, who was currently doing his best impression of the Cheshire Cat. It was mesmerizing, the way the scientist’s smile kept expanding.
“Play nice, you two, I’ve gotta grab something.” Spoony began searching through the cabinets and drawers in Insano’s lab, trying to remember where he’d stashed the supplies last night. Behind him, Linkara and Insano were doing what they always did when left alone for five seconds: being way too loud.
“How long have you been jerking-off to visions of me?!”
“Uh … I dunno, six months? A year, maybe?”
“A YEAR?!”
Spoony cringed: Insano’s voice sure got shrill when he was yelling.
“Well, I’m sorry, you weren’t exactly giving off the most approachable vibe! For all I knew you were a giant homophobe and you’d turn me into a frog and vaporize my house if I flirted with you!”
“Did all my double-entendres just fly right over your thick head?!”
“No, I just didn’t think you understood the double-meanings in what you were saying!”
Spoony finally found what he’d been looking for and returned to the other side of the room. Linkara was still plastered against the door, now red in the face from shouting instead of blushing. Insano was looking pretty crazy, hands tangled in his hair, poised to start tearing it out. They both fell silent as Spoony approached, like guilty children.
“That’s what was ticking me off so much about your little fights, you know. The noise.” Spoony said, toying with the item in his hands. “You’re both so damn noisy. You especially, Linkara: ‘I AM A MAN!!!’ and all.” Spoony held up the ball gag he’d been playing with. “So I’m thinking you should wear this for a little while. Ok?”
Linkara hadn’t even finished nodding before Insano had him pinned to the wall and Spoony buckling the gag around his head.
Insano would not stop cackling. “Now you’re at my mercy, Linkara! Can’t charge your superpowered punch without your voice, now can you?!”
“Watch it,” Spoony said, brandishing a finger at Insano. “Or I’ll gag you, too.”
That shut Insano up.
Spoony took advantage of the moment of silence by kissing down the other side of Linkara’s neck, dragging his teeth across the other man’s skin impulsively. Linkara’s eyes rolled back and his hands flailed.
“I don’t think you need this,” Insano said, turning Linkara around and tugging his coat off. Spoony draped it over a chair, relinquishing his spot at Linkara’s neck. Insano slammed Linkara against the wall, grinding against his ass with all the subtlety of a horny wolf. “Or this,” he said, tossing the plaid shirt onto the floor.
“You’re making a mess,” Spoony chastised, picking up the plaid shirt and tossing it over the chair as well.
“This is my lab, I can make a mess if I want to,” Insano said, not even glancing over his shoulder.
Spoony smacked Insano on the ass. The scientist jerked forward, causing Linkara to whimper through the gag and slap the wall with one of his hands.
“Might have to gag you after all, Insano,” Spoony smirked, pushing Insano aside and tugging down the scientist’s scrubs. “You’re awfully mouthy.”
“I’d rather you were mouthy, if you know what I mean,” Insano grinned as Spoony eyed the tent in his boxers. “You or him, I really don’t care.”
“He’s kinda got his mouth full right now,” Spoony said, returning to Linkara and pulling off the hero’s t-shirt. “And I’m enjoying the silence, myself.”
Linkara glared at him.
“Oh, if looks could kill, I’d be a Black Lantern again,” Spoony chuckled, raking his fingernails down Linkara’s spine as Insano struggled to untangle himself from his pants.
“That could be arranged, you cocktease,” Insano grumbled, pinching Linkara’s nipples vindictively.
Linkara staggered, one hand grabbing Insano’s shoulder and the other flailing for Spoony. Spoony caught Linkara’s wrist and guided it down, stroking Spoony’s erection through the fabric of his jeans. Linkara made a muffled yelping kind of sound, and then started to grope independently of Spoony’s movements. Spoony closed his eyes and rested his head on Linkara’s shoulder, trying to think up some kind of joke about getting a backwards handjob.
Not to be outdone, Insano plunged his hand under Linkara’s waistband, eliciting a strangled yell from behind the gag. Linkara bucked, relying on Spoony for support as Insano fumbled with the zipper to Linkara’s jeans.
“Fuck,” Spoony met Insano’s eyes as Linkara spluttered and groaned between them. “I bet he’d make the best noises without the gag. Think he’s earned the right to speak?”
“I think so,” Insano nuzzled Linkara’s neck. “If you want us to keep the gag off, Linkara, you’d better prove to us what a good boy you are.”
Linkara nodded and made affirmative noises around the gag.
Spoony grinned and unclipped the gag, setting it on the kitchen counter as Insano slid his hand back into Linkara’s boxers.
Linkara moaned, arching up as Insano leaned against him. Insano’s face was almost tranquil as Linkara turned red and clawed at the scientist’s shoulders. Spoony had to grip the counter for support as Linkara whined, squeezing his eyes shut behind his glasses and pulling Insano closer. Spoony decided right then and there to shelve the ball gag indefinitely.
“Fuck me,” Linkara breathed.
Insano’s eyebrows shot up. “So you can swear!”
“When it’s necessary.” Linkara said, biting Insano’s ear. “It’s necessary now. Fuck. Me.”
“Say it again,” Insano insisted. Spoony removed Linkara’s glasses as the scientist threw Linkara’s hat off to the side.
“Louder.” Spoony advised.
Linkara kissed Insano, tongue grappling with the scientist. When he finally broke away for air he said, very clearly, “Fuck me, Insano.”
With Insano stunned into silence, Linkara turned and gave Spoony the same treatment, tongue and all. “Fuck me, Spoony.”
Spoony grinned. “Bedroom?” he asked Insano.
“Bedroom,” Insano agreed.
Together they steered Linkara there.
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Date: 2011-06-27 04:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-27 12:24 pm (UTC)That totally got me :DD
Gosh, this OT3 rules so much.
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Date: 2011-06-27 05:02 pm (UTC)Allow me one question, would you?
Just how can Insano Puppyeye anyone with the goggles of his?
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Date: 2011-06-27 05:05 pm (UTC)They, uh, got knocked off during the fight! Yes!
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Date: 2011-06-27 09:51 pm (UTC)I see. Makes sense, even tough the tought of Insano without his googles still is hard to imagin.