The Archer

by Abigail Roux

  He was drowning slowly, but Remy found that he really didn’t give a flying

  fuck as long as Carl’s fingers and tongue continued to do what they were doing. It was only when Carl pulled his fingers out that Remy bit the other man’s lip to let him know that he could no longer breathe. Carl had apparently picked up on Remy’s

  fascination with the aggression, and he simply pushed Remy back up the slick incline of the tub and continued to kiss him as he guided the head of his cock into Remy’s body and brutally plunged in.

  Remy whimpered in a muffled cry of pleasure, but the sound made it no

  further than Carl’s smothering mouth and Remy gripped the other man as he thrust

  into him. With each plunge, the water moved against their motions, and finally it began to slosh over the edges until there was no longer enough left to drown Remy even if he were lying flat. They slid back until Remy laid flat and Carl hovered over him, thrusting into him as hard and deep as he could manage in the space they

  inhabited. Finally, Carl broke the kiss with a gasp.

  “You wanted a bubble bath,” he panted as the suds from the body wash

  swirled around them in the little water that remained.

  “Yes,” Remy hissed. “Did you find any bugs?” Remy questioned in the same

  breathless voice Carl was forced to use. Carl smiled and shook his head, rocking his hips and causing Remy to cry out wordlessly.

  Carl’s hand came to rest on the top of Remy’s head to make certain he didn’t

  bash it against the wall as he repeatedly thrust into him. Remy soon lost control of his breathing; it was coming in short gasps as Carl brought him closer and closer to

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  completion. Carl growled and pushed forward, holding up their bodies with his feet against the other wall of the tub.

  “I can’t get any leverage,” he growled as he gripped Remy’s hips and spun

  them around easily in the slick bathtub, sloshing in the water and ending up on his back with Remy straddling him.

  Remy’s upper body folded and he jerked repeatedly as the movement sent

  his control flying out the window. He rocked slightly as he came, a hoarse cry

  escaping as he covered Carl’s stomach and chest, and soon Carl thrust upward with all his strength, shouting as he came into Remy’s body.

  They stayed that way for some minutes, panting slightly. Finally, Remy

  dipped his hand in what remained of the soapy water and wiped idly at the mess he’d made on Carl’s chest. Carl watched him with amusement and shook his head.

  “Now we’re both waterlogged,” he grumbled with a little grin.

  “Yes, but, at least now we know I’m clean,” Remy said with a cheeky little

  wink.

  VIII.

  “WHAT’S taking them so long?” Shawn growled as he sat between Thiago and

  Brandt and sulked. It had been almost fifteen minutes since Nikolaus had joined them.

  The German had been filling them in on what Remy had been telling he and

  Carl in the other room, but Thiago knew Shawn wasn’t listening. His eyes remained glued to the connecting door and his body was tense next to Thiago’s.

  “They’re doing what we should be doing and blowing off some steam,”

  Brandt huffed.

  “What do you want, all of us to climb into bed together and fuck?” Shawn

  snapped at the man.

  “Sounds fun to me,” Brandt answered with a shit-eating grin and a wink at

  Nikolaus. The little German rolled his eyes and looked away as Thiago laughed

  softly.

  “How would that work exactly?” Thiago asked with interest.

  “Be fun to figure it out,” Brandt answered mischievously.

  “Both of you shut the fuck up,” Shawn growled. “No one’s fucking anyone

  tonight; we’ve got too much to do.”

  “Au contraire,” Thiago responded gleefully in a parodied French accent. He was enjoying the fact that Shawn was suffering a little. It served the man right. “I think Remy and Carl are taking care of that as we speak.”

  Shawn reached over and smacked him in retaliation. Thiago fell to the side

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  and toppled off the bed, laughing raucously even as Brandt and Nikolaus moved to

  restrain Shawn from doing any further damage.

  “Somebody kick Che Guevera in the nuts for me please!” Shawn demanded

  angrily. Brandt laughed harder and Nikolaus covered his mouth so Shawn couldn’t

  see him smirking.

  Thiago reached up and pulled himself up to peer over the edge of the bed.

  “Hinchapelotas,” he hissed at the man with a smirk.

  “I don’t know what that means, but I know I want to hit you again,” Shawn

  huffed at him.

  “Debe venir a Buenos Aires. No es la humedad que le matará,” Thiago

  offered with a mischievous grin.

  “Did he just threaten me?” Shawn asked no one in particular.

  “Yeah,” Brandt answered with a grin and a laugh.

  “Quiero Taco Bell, asshole?” Shawn shot back.

  Thiago stood up and pointed a finger at him. “Don’t be rude,” he chastised.

  Before Shawn could respond, the connecting door was thrown open and Carl

  and Remy stumbled over one another as they burst into the room.

  “What’s the yelling?” Remy gasped as Carl bumped into him from behind

  and grabbed him around the chest to keep him from falling over forward. It was a

  decidedly unimpressive entrance for two such highly trained and highly skilled

  agents. Thiago thought that perhaps the fact that they were both clad in only towels and dripping wet had something to do with the bad form.

  “What happened to your clothes?” Nikolaus asked as he examined Carl’s

  towel-clad body suspiciously from where he sat, still helping to restrain Shawn on the bed.

  “What happened to my clothes?” Remy asked pointedly as he eyed the other

  man.

  Thiago glanced at the forgotten bag on the floor and chuckled just before

  Shawn pulled loose from Brandt’s grip and smacked him again.

  IX.

  CARL stood in the doorway and watched in a sort of detached fascination as Shawn

  lunged and grabbed Thiago by the neck. Thiago snickered as he tried to pry Shawn’s hand loose and Brandt and Nikolaus were little help. They were laughing so hard

  neither man could really breathe. Carl wondered if the crazy was catching.

  “What the hell is going on?” he demanded as Remy moved to help.

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  The other man held his towel to his hips with one hand and grabbed Shawn’s

  wrist with the other. “Shawn,” he murmured as he squeezed Shawn’s wrist pointedly.

  It was as if they had never been apart. The way Shawn instantly calmed as

  Remy extricated Thiago from his grasp reminded Carl of their first few weeks

  together. The reaction provided him with a very brief spurt of elation.

  “It don’t do to try and kill off the minority,” Remy chastised before offering

  Thiago a hand up. “Looks bad,” he said with a hint of a smile as Thiago climbed to his feet and snickered.

  “He was baiting him,” Brandt argued defensively. He reached out and

  wrapped an arm around Shawn protectively.

  The elation sputtered and died as Carl watched tensely, dreading how Remy

  would react to the possessiveness. Remy cocked his head at them both and then

  glanced at Thiago.

  “I was,” Thiago admitted shamelessly.

  Remy asked him something in rapid-fire Spanish, and Thiago responded in<
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  much the same unintelligible jumble of foreign words. When Remy glanced back at

  Shawn, he was frowning slightly. “Need a thicker skin, Beignet,” he said to him

  disapprovingly.

  “He didn’t take kindly to the thought of Carl searching you for bugs,” Brandt

  told him with what could have been an accusatory glare.

  Remy glanced over at Carl and raised an eyebrow questioningly, as if asking

  how this should be handled. Carl shrugged in answer. It wasn’t as if any of them were operating under the delusion of chastity.

  “Well. If you’re going to perform a cavity search, it may as well be fun,

  right?” Remy finally asked with a smile. Carl closed his eyes and winced.

  Shawn huffed and pulled away from Brandt. He rolled off the bed and stood

  fluidly, shaking his head as if trying to shake off the irritation. Remy took a step as if to follow him, but Brandt reached out quickly and grabbed him around the waist, then tugged him backward and slammed him onto the mattress.

  Carl and Thiago both tensed, and Shawn whirled around to stare at the two

  men in alarm. Brandt had Remy pinned to the bed and looked down at him intently.

  Remy didn’t seem to be alarmed, though.

  “What’s shaking, Gatorbait?” Remy asked the larger man calmly, not at all

  fazed from being upended.

  “I thought it an opportune time to grope you,” Brandt answered brazenly in

  the same business-like tone.

  Thiago began to edge away from the bed and glanced at Carl inquiringly.

  Carl’s lips twitched in amusement and he shrugged again. Both men were fucking

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  insane. It might be interesting to see how this went without outside interference.

  “I lost my towel,” Remy pointed out accusingly.

  Brandt looked down the Cajun’s body and then back up to meet his eyes

  with a nod. “You did,” he affirmed calmly.

  Before anyone could move, Brandt held Remy to the bed by his shoulders

  and kissed him savagely, heedless of the wound on his arm or of the bruises. Remy flailed briefly and uttered a muffled exclamation against Brandt’s lips, but then he wrapped his good arm around Brandt’s neck and returned the kiss with difficulty.

  Carl raised an eyebrow as he watched. This was so completely out of the

  blue, he wasn’t even sure if he was really seeing it. He glanced at Shawn and found the man watching in stunned disbelief.

  “Erotomannin,” Nikolaus muttered with a shake of his head and a slight

  smirk as he sat down on the edge of the other bed. He took his glasses off and began idly cleaning them.

  Brandt pushed up onto his hands and knees and growled down at Remy. “I

  haven’t set anything on fire today,” he announced.

  Carl saw Remy’s eyes widen in sudden understanding, and Carl stepped

  forward to intervene.

  Shawn reached out and stopped him with a shake of his head. “We did have

  a deal,” he reminded.

  Carl glanced at him with a frown and then looked back at Thiago worriedly.

  Thiago shrugged helplessly and Carl turned his attention back to the two men on the bed. Unless Remy asked them for help, Carl supposed he couldn’t really step in

  without making a total ass of himself.

  Brandt pushed at Remy’s hip and Remy rolled over to his stomach as Brandt

  hovered over him. He knelt behind Remy and glanced over at Shawn as if asking for permission. Shawn nodded to Brandt and the big man wrapped his arms around

  Remy’s waist and lifted him up until he was on his hands and knees. He ran his

  tongue slowly over Remy’s neck and whispered into his ear. Remy’s eyes fluttered

  and almost closed.

  Carl glanced at Shawn. The older man watched Remy intently, his jaw set

  and his eyes hard, and it looked for all the world like he might simply be using Brandt as his very own weapon of Cajun destruction. Carl was slightly disturbed by the

  concept, but he was too fascinated to go to the rescue. Remy kept his eyes locked on Shawn’s as Brandt manhandled him, and it could have been just Remy and Shawn in

  the room for all the attention they were paying the others.

  Brandt slowly pushed his sleep bottoms down as he whispered into Remy’s

  ear again, and this time Carl heard him say, “Are you still full of Trigger’s come?”

  Carl shivered, and Remy did as well. Remy nodded and thrust his hips

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  backward slightly.

  Brandt lifted him further and then pulled him back, his fingers digging into

  Remy’s hip as he slid into him. Remy’s mouth opened as if he were about to yell and his head fell forward, but no sound came out save for a small gasp, and his shadowed eyes remained locked on Shawn’s. Shawn’s eyes flickered uncertainly, but he didn’t look away.

  Carl didn’t know exactly why or how the little public show had begun, and

  he couldn’t decide who was punishing whom. Remy was fucking another man in front

  of Shawn, either as revenge for Shawn’s being a bastard or to make up for his

  transgressions. Carl didn’t know their relationship well enough to know which.

  Shawn was allowing it to happen, either to punish Remy or as penance for his own

  mistakes. And Brandt, well, Brandt could either be punishing them both by fucking Remy into oblivion, or he really had just decided to take his ‘I didn’t blow shit up’

  treat from Remy tonight.

  Carl’s head hurt just trying to figure it all out, and he realized that when two

  very fit and likely insane men were about to fuck, it didn’t do to analyze things overly much. He moved slowly toward the other bed, where Nikolaus and Thiago sat, and he crawled in to sit between the two men and watch with his head cocked in interest.

  Brandt’s hand reached around to rub across Remy’s forehead, and his fingers

  threaded roughly through Remy’s hair, pulling the younger man’s head back and

  forcing his chin up. Brandt moaned as he slowly moved his hips forward and further inserted his cock into Remy’s body.

  Thiago muttered something in Spanish and shook his head. Shawn began to

  prowl restlessly around the end of the bed, as if he weren’t certain what he should do.

  Carl wondered what it felt like to watch your old love and your new love fucking in your bed. Remy’s eyes never left him as Brandt sped his movements.

  Carl’d had Brandt inside him before, and he had no idea how Remy

  remained silent, much less kept his eyes open and focused on Shawn. But he was

  managing it very well, and while Shawn struggled with his mental state, Brandt

  pumped into Remy in smooth, controlled thrusts, trying to get him to cry out.

  Remy’s eyes finally squeezed shut and he let his head fall completely as

  Brandt’s hold tightened around him. He gasped quietly, but it was the only sound he made.

  Brandt growled deep in his throat and increased his speed. Carl knew the

  signs. The man was getting frustrated. He wasn’t used to someone resisting the urge to wail when he fucked him. He reached between Remy and the bed, searching for a

  sound of pleasure.

  “Harder,” was all Remy murmured. It was the first word he uttered, and

  Brandt complied with a growl. Remy whimpered and his body arched as Brandt

  pounded into him.

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  Carl’s gaze flickered to Shawn, who stood motionless at the end of the bed,

  breathing hard and looking conflicted.

  Brandt straightened up and p
ressed Remy into the bed, forcing him to lay flat

  and pounding into him with all his strength.

  Carl tensed as he saw the fire in Brandt’s eyes, and he saw the others do the

  same. The last thing they needed was for Remy to be injured by an overzealous

  fucking.

  Brandt pumped into Remy as he held Remy’s arms captive at his elbows,

  and though Shawn looked about ready to pounce on them, he remained where he was

  and continued to observe with an almost pained look. Carl sat forwards and made

  ready to stand and do something about the violent attack, but as he was about to stand Remy gasped into the bedcovers and laughed tightly.

  “Is that all you have?” he whispered tauntingly.

  Carl blinked in surprise and Thiago’s jaw dropped. Shawn smiled weakly

  and Brandt growled in response. He pulled out of Remy roughly and rolled both their bodies until they were standing beside the bed, right in front of Carl.

  Brandt pushed the smaller man toward the wall, ramming his chest against

  the wall and then standing behind him and pinning him there like a ragdoll. He

  pushed into him violently as Remy’s hands scrambled for purchase against the

  smooth wall.

  Brandt roared as he pounded into Remy’s body, and then he bent his head

  and sank his teeth into Remy’s shoulder as the rest of them watched, stupefied.

  Remy finally cried out when the teeth sank into him; a short, surprised shout

  that sent Brandt over the edge of his precarious control.

  When it was all said and done, they were all breathing hard and looking at

  one another as if they weren’t certain of what to do next. Remy stood at the wall and rested his forehead against it, and Brandt fell back onto the bed and panted from the exertion.

  Shawn moved slowly, stepping past Carl wordlessly to come up behind

  Remy and run a gentle hand down his spine. Remy shivered and finally turned around to look at them with a blank expression on his face.

  “You two have some things to discuss, take the other room,” Thiago said in a

  low voice. Carl tore his eyes away from Remy and Shawn and threw back the

  bedcovers woodenly. He didn’t know exactly what he’d just seen, but he thought