As you sat at the table of the person you were scheduled to meet, your thoughts were flooded with garbled public chatter.
It was your first visit to this restaurant, and the social volume gave you the impression that it wasn't as sophisticated of a place as you’d expected. Feeling overdressed, you mentally went back over what you were wearing: Barely brushed hair, a bland dress shirt, and darker colored jeans that created the illusion of dress pants. That wasn’t too formal, right? If you were overdressed, you would have no idea what to call the man seated across from you at the table. The man, Otto, was dressed to the nines. He wore a full and fancy white suit and black shirt, as well as shades. The shades did seem a little out of place indoors, but you respected the style. The only thing about him that wasn't aesthetic to you was his bowl haircut; but his softer, older face was attractive enough to take attention away from his hair. You had to admit, he looked handsome, but you had to remind yourself this wasn't about looks; this wasn't a date.
Last week, you'd opened a listing for a room in your 2 bedroom apartment, and almost immediately you'd received a call from a mystery man who told you his name was Otto; oddly enough he didn't give you a last name. You wouldn't let just anyone board with you, so you decided to set up a dinner with potential candidates to interview them. Otto was your only potential candidate so far, so meeting him for dinner was the first step. A steady stream of hollow small talk filled the time between ordering and eating food, mostly from the man prodding you about trivial matters like the weather. You gave short replies, not wanting to get too attached to the candidate. Once the two of you had finished eating, you began asking Otto the ‘real’ questions to see if he could be an acceptable roommate.
"So, where were you living before?" You asked, absently twirling a fork around the dinner plate. "New York, albeit I have only recently relocated to this particular location. I have seen images of the apartment from your advertisement. It looks much smaller than my old home, but I have faith in myself that I could adjust. If I may be honest, I've been struggling to get a place anywhere here. Working with a person rather than a company seemed more practical, and that is why I have called.” You had to sympathize with him; spatial awareness in the city was minimal, and prices were high. They were rising so high that you couldn't afford to pay rent on your own anymore, so If Otto was willing to pay, it seemed like this could be the best option for both of you. "That makes perfect sense." You cleared your throat, trying to stay professional. "We're almost finished with this interview, Mr… Can I get your last name?" You asked.
The mystique was interesting, but you obviously needed a last name to run a background check. "Octavius." "Your last name is Octavius? Otto Octavius? Sounds like one of those costumed crazies who cause chaos all the time in New York. So much property damage. Have you heard of Doctor Octopus? Hell, I don't think you could stay one day in New York and not find out.” You giggled, putting down your fork and resting your hand on the table. Otto tilted his head, encouraging you to keep talking. "Well, you definitely don't look like Doc Ock, at least from the pictures I've seen." He wasn't as attractive as Doc Ock, either. “Although, Octavius is a Roman-derived last name. With both of you living in this melting pot of a state, the chances of both of you being related aren't too far fetched." Otto seemed to light up when you finished what you were saying.
"How intuitive of you! Knowledge of a surname's geographic origin is not common fare, I assume you work in a highly cognitive field?" Otto chimed as he slid his hand closer to yours on the table. How sneaky. Pretty privilege must get you far in life, as you allowed him to hold your hand; so much for professionalism. "I'm flattered by the compliment, but I wouldn’t call my line of work genius. I’m a writer, journalism to be specific. I work up at the Bugle.” You pointed up with your free hand before realizing how weird the enunciation might have seemed. Otto smiled, finding the action charming. "You talk smart too, Mr. Octavius. What do you do for a living? You’re giving me strong teacher vibes." “I actually have a doctorate degree." Otto spoke quieter saying that sentence.
Your body tensed, but you tried not to let him notice your hand tense as well. Doctor Otto fucking Octavius, really? That was too much of a coincidence, but this man didn't look anything like the Doc Ock who's been making headlines… Unless he also has the superpower of master disguise. Where was Spiderman when you needed him? The hero had announced last week that he would be off call for the month to deal with a multiversal issu- Shit. Wasn’t that funny, the first roommate candidate you meet is perfect, but just so happens to be a fucking supervillain from a different universe. You slowly moved your hands off of Otto’s, trying to keep up a smile despite the increasing stress. "A doctorate? That explains your intelligence, but your flawless manners seem unexplainable." "Some talents of mine just come naturally, sir, as does your charm to you." Otto beamed from across the table.
Your thoughts swirled. Being from another universe explained why Otto needed a place to stay. You tried to theorize. If he was from an entirely different universe, maybe he wasn't a villain like the Doc Ock of your world; you even noted that he wasn't wearing a giant coat to hide any mechanical arms. Doc Ock was brilliant, right? He was using his real name and title, if he was trying to hide his identity, he wasn't doing a good job. It felt silly how much you were giving this man the benefit of the doubt, coming up with bits of ‘proof’ that he couldn’t be a villain. You sighed, and decided to stop analyzing to save mental energy.
You ended the dinner, keeping things positive to try and avoid any conflict. "I think it's time to call for the bill. I have good news for you though, Mr. Octavius, you seem to be the perfect roommate. We can discuss adding you to the lease over the phone if you’d like. You called from an unknown number, so do you have a suitable callback number?" Otto shook his head ‘no’. "Ok…" you paused. "Then I can…” You grabbed one of the restaurant's paper placemats, and the pen that was set on the bill. “I can write down my address for you, and we can discuss a meetup time now if you’d like." You kept a cheery tone, though you immediately regretted giving Otto your address. The best-case scenario was simple: if Otto wasn't a criminal, you'd win a great roommate. Worst case scenario, the two of you meet, and he shows his true, evil nature. If he tried to pull anything sinister, you'd have 911 dialed on your phone, and your camera ready to take photos for the Daily Bugle. Despite the danger of this route, you could play a hero and earn some money.
Obviously, this bare bones plan was oversimplified, with hundreds of potential issues; You tried not to think about that. After the waiter dropped the bill, you swooned at Otto's offer to pay, but your feelings flipped when you saw Otto pull cash from his wallet. No card, huh? ‘Just another coincidence.’ you said to yourself. You both walked out of the restaurant together, stopping at the entrance to talk before splitting ways. “Is your car nearby? I could walk you there if it isn't too far." Otto volunteered, tucking his hands behind his back with poise. "That’s thoughtful of you, Mr. Octavius… I guess it wouldn't hurt if you did." You said reluctantly, starting to walk towards your car; Otto followed behind. "But, who’ll walk you to your car? If I walked you to yours after you walked me to mine, we might get stuck in a loop all night." You joked. The man kept quiet for a moment before answering the car question. "The parking lot was crowded when I arrived, so I parked down the street instead. I'd rather just escort you, as I appreciate you meeting with me for a lodging interview.”
You didn't believe him about the parking; you had a shaky theory that he used mechanical arms to get to the restaurant and didn't even have a car, but you didn't want to bother him by pressing the explanation. "Ok… Well then, Mr. Octavius, I'll see you soon. Have a good night." You pulled out your keys as the two of you reached your car. "You do the same, sir." You watched Otto walk off, and out of view after you got into the car. Now, you should've gone home and waited for the outcome of you and Otto’s next meetup; but you didn't. You were impatient with anticipation and decided to get things over with ‘immediately’.
After checking your pockets for your phone, you got out of your car and started to follow Otto. You kept an undetectable distance as you continued to tail the man. He walked off the restaurant grounds and into the city, but instead of continuing along a sidewalk, he slipped into a dark alley. You hesitated; the risk was obvious, but you’d already gathered the motivation to pursue this ‘lead’. You took a deep breath, and turned on your phone's camera flashlight. You didn't get very far though, as when you turned the corner, Otto himself blocked your path. He stood only a foot into the alley entrance, arms crossed; posed as if he was waiting for you. Your heart skipped a beat as you froze. "I see you're feeling adventurous." Otto's voice stayed as calm as it had been during dinner, though it had the opposite effect on you this time. Your face was painted with stressed indifference as the choice of ‘flight’ fled you. Otto pushed his shades up as he started to talk.
"You seem to be a clever boy, though I must say I didn't realize you'd caught on until you inquired about my car. I merely wanted to test the tester.” Otto turned his head to the side, studying the phone in your hands. "You only have the flashlight turned on? Emergency services aren't dialed on your phone right now? Hmm, maybe you're not as intelligent as I’ve assumed." You clenched the phone. "This was a test… For what, exactly? To make sure that you didn't get a roommate that would turn you in?” You paused to think about that, could you even turn him in? He didn’t fit the physical bill for this universes’ Doc Ock, the police would probably think he was a faker. Though, it’s not like you could contact the police at the moment as Otto still had his eyes on your phone. He smirked faintly.
“Aside from the mention of a vehicle, everything I stated over dinner was true; I am new to the area.” "Yeah, more like new to this world." "Yes. You can imagine how difficult it would be for me to get housing if my ID matched that of the common criminal version of myself. Believe me, I'm a good man.” You sympathized with him again, you really did, but the fact that he'd stopped you in an alley put you off. "So you’re not a villain? Or a criminal? Would you tell me the truth?" You asked, concern in your voice. "I can tell you truthfully that I’m a good man." Otto hadn't denied his criminality, so that was your cue to leave. After putting your phone back in your pocket, you turned around and sprinted down the street. You didn't look back, you didn’t open your phone to dial a number, and you didn’t even run towards your car.
By the time you made it to the sidewalk, something grabbed you by the waist. Looking down, you saw that some sort of metal tubing had wrapped around your hips. As it dragged you back to the alley's entrance, you noticed a four arm metal harness emerge from the darkness next to Otto. "What are you going to do with me, 'good man'?" you asked, in defeat. Otto's harness raised and slid itself over his waist, covering some of his outfit. The mechanical arms' digits dug into the alley wall, climbing Otto to the roof of the adjacent building, and carrying you with them. "As of now, I have no ill plans for you, but I do not want you to involve the police. By legal terms alone I am a criminal, but I am not an uncultured dolt like this universe’s Octavius. Multiversal justice is too complex for the common civilian. They have no regard for whether they apprehend an innocent variant, or a guilty one.”
As the two of you reached the top of the building, Otto's mechanical arm restrained you more; extending from over your torso, to binding your arms down to your sides as well. You started to squirm a little in the metal bundle as Otto took out a piece of paper from his pocket. Oh no. "Wait- Otto, listen, as long as you pay the rent you can live with me. I… swear, I won't turn you in. B- but we can't go to my apartment right now, especially if your 'new accessories' are gonna knock over all my furniture." "I'm afraid your reckless rash has exposed your prerogative, but I need a place to hide out. Wouldn't you rather be held up in your own apartment than in some random alley?” "Held up? Until when? Or until I do what?" Otto didn't respond, and after a minute of staring at the paper, he gathered the directions in his head and set off for your place.
You closed your eyes as Otto traveled across the building's rooftops. Though your vision was out of commission, your hearing wasn’t, and you took in the sounds of wind, cars driving on the streets below, and the constant creaking of Otto's arms. As the trip slowed, Otto tapped your shoulder. You opened your eyes and looked down, screaming as you realized you were dangling two stories above the busy streets below. "I’m sorry, I forgot how jarring this must all feel to someone like you. If possible, try to remain calm.” Otto lifted your chin and tilted it to the right, letting you see one of the windows of the building he was hanging off of. It was your window; you tried to reach out to open it, but couldn't as your arms were still tied down. "Is it unlocked?" Otto asked quietly. Your fear of heights hindered your speech as your throat tightened up, but you were able to muster a nod of 'yes'.
After opening the window, Otto used a mechanical arm to turn you on your stomach and slide you into the room the window was connected to: your bedroom. Otto crawled through the window next, and looked around the room after his feet hit the ground. Your fear was quickly replaced with embarrassment as your room didn't look its finest, though there wasn't much of a room to look at at all. Otto seemed to agree. "Very minimalist, I like it." He hummed as he glanced at the bed to his right. Next to the bed sat a nightstand, and on the opposite side of the room stood a floor lamp. That was it, boring and bare. With Otto's boldness for appearances, you weren't sure if his comment was sarcastic or not. Otto noticed a scowl on your face as he walked further into the room. "Cheer up. I understand that this scenario isn't ideal, but after we reach a compromise on everything I will let you go.” That only made you frown more.
Before Otto could say anything else, you both heard a loud cracking noise. When you turned your head to investigate the sound, you saw a metal claw digging into the inner side of the wall by the window; you gritted your teeth at the damage to your home. Otto was caught off guard as another Otto, your dimension's Doctor Octopus, entered your apartment.
Seeing him in person for the first time, he looked more like the other Otto than you'd expected; maybe the police would’ve believed you. They both had the same body type and older face, but the Doc Ock of your universe had curlier, darker hair. His clothing was less luxurious too. Brown pants, a dark green trench coat, and no shirt; but you'd give him fashion points for the leather gloves he was wearing.
The new guest, Octavius, went straight for the ‘kill’, shooting a claw out to pin Otto into the bedroom wall opposite the window. "Let the man go." Octavius said sharply. Otto smirked; he side eyed you, but didn’t let you go. "You tailed us? That's intriguing... And why might that be, other me?” Octavius didn't answer, and as he started to march towards Otto, Otto's free mechanical arms tried to grab at Octavius. Octavius' claws deflected his opponent's attacks, but he slammed one of Otto's arms into the bedroom floor, creating a noticeable dent. "For fucks sake- Please, don't do this here." You begged, your voice trying to stay calm to not irritate either of the villains. "Sorry, I wasn't planning on collateral damage." Octavius emphasized the phrase 'collateral damage' as his claws grabbed Otto's arms, stopping them from flailing and jabbing at him. Octavius' mechanical arms were bigger in girth than Otto's, so Otto didn’t fight back. You watched from the sidelines, restrained, while the two villains got face to face. The height difference between them was entertaining, with Octavius hovering inches over Otto. Otto was first to speak up.
"It's nice to meet you, Otto Octavius." "And it’s a displeasure to meet you. Why the hell are you even here, and what does this man have to do with… whatever you’re planning?" Even the two villains' voices were similar; both on the softer side, though Octavius' voice was deeper. The claw that was pinning Otto to the wall dug into his sides as Octavius waited for an answer. "There is no plan, which is rare for me. I’m ‘winging it’, for lack of better words. This morning I robbed a bank, or, based on the picture they used in the newspaper, you robbed a bank. For me, it’s a crime I won't be held accountable for. Though unfortunately, this means you would be the one held accountable for stealing the money, and some innocent lives.” Otto smirked, as Octavius frowned. Your eyes widened in alarm, not only at the fact that Otto seemed so proud of his confession to murder, but that you were proven right about Otto using cash being evidence of his crimes.
"This is exactly what I was worried about. I've worked too hard on my good deed record for you to ruin my own name. Thanks to you, I'll be adding kidnapping to my crime list." Octavius pointed to you. "I'm not happy about this either, y’know." You grumbled. "Hush, the adults need to talk." Otto hissed before pushing you, and the mechanical arm that held you to the center of the room. The two villains continued to talk, mostly out of your earshot until they started to raise their voices. "While he’s away?! You're like a harlot for your Spiderman, pitiful. Good guy Octaviui are a rare breed, my friend. Rare as in on the verge of extinction. You're a dying breed for trying to go against the grain and play hero. Perhaps this is a sign to stop while you're ahead." Octavius scoffed.
"'Dying breed'? Like you’re not one breath away from death. If I remember correctly, survival of the fittest meant that lower numbers could be higher up the hierarchy.” "Only if you’re fit! The hero's morality of saving everyone is guaranteed to tie you down. I’ve tried it myself, and failed, horribly." "Maybe you're doing it wrong!" Otto grabbed Octavius' trench coat and pulled him closer. "Well then, variant, I demand you show me how to do it right!" The villains were screaming at each other now, and their back and forth chatter was so quick that it was dizzying to you. In your confusion, you barely registered the sight of Otto pulling Octavius into a kiss. Octavius drove his weight into Otto, pinning him to the wall more forcefully than he had with his claw. Otto gripped the other’s face as he started dominating the kiss, biting Octavius's lip to ask for entrance as he slipped his tongue in.
As you watched the two, you felt Otto's arm tighten around you in response to what was going on. The villain's sudden shift in attitude suggested they had no plan for you, and your fear melted into frustration and mild arousal. Octavius' hands started to drift down Otto's sides, and you spoke up to stop them before things got too crazy. "W- what are you guys doing?" Octavius dropped Otto as he pulled away from the kiss. He turned to look at you; his face looked flushed, and his expression looked guilty. "I guess I got caught up in the tension of the moment." Otto popped his head up from behind Octavius. "I think our hosts’ question was referring to why we're doing this with each other, our own other being.”
Otto turned the conversation to you. “If you had the chance to have sex with yourself, wouldn't you?" You scoffed. "I- I would if it were a copy of my exact self. But you two... " You tried to open your hands to exaggerate, but they were still bound under Otto's mechanical arms. "You share a name similarity, sure, but with the amount of butting heads you've been doing, you're not the same." The villains stayed quiet, as if they were being scolded by you, so you relaxed your voice and kept talking. "If you don't have any plans with me, could you let me go? And, I don't know, leave? It looks like there’s some anger… or horniness to sort out? I’m just confused now, but what I do know is that this is my house. Kind of jerky for you two to do ‘that’ here without permission or something."
Otto did as you’d asked and dropped you; you wobbled a little when your feet hit the ground, being off of them for so long. "’Without permission’? Is that a hint of possibility I detect? While I can't speak for the actions of this miscreant," Otto taunted, petting one of Octavius' claws. "I, on the other hand, humbly apologize for any impolite behavior.” Octavius rolled his eyes at Otto's dense, hollow words, but still followed the other’s lead. "I'm sorry, too. I'll leave, and take this menace with me. But, before I go, is there anything I can do to repay you? Just to keep all of this from reaching the police." Otto butted in. "I can add to the contribution, is money what you want? Or, it seems like you may be interested in my variant and I’s physical encounter. We could all continue together if you're both up to the challenge." Octavius blushed slightly before crossing his arms and glaring at Otto. "That was probably too forward for him."
Your jaw dropped as you mentally agreed with Octavius. Forward, yes, but this seemed more like an open offer than a mandatory repayment, so it didn’t feel too unfair in general. You were open to one night stands, but these strangers had already shown they were dangerous, and unpredictable. Questions flooded your brain; ones of blind trust, safety, and what would happen next. ‘Would’? Didn't you mean ‘could’? You caught your subconscious actually considering joining. On paper, this should’ve been an easy no, but when it came to making the decision in real life, the story was a little different. Allured by the offer of having not one, but two guys in your grasp, your deciding mind chose lust. "I'm not taking money, I think you're smart enough to know why. But, I wouldn't mind joining… This doesn't mean you both can stay though.” You said strongly. Octavius tilted his head to the side.
"What makes you think I want to live with you too? I have a hideout of my own, if you must know." He seemed irritated. As you walked past Octavius, you slid your hand over the trim of his trenchcoat, putting your new role in all of this to the test. "You’ve settled things down with your vairant, and I’m not being held hostage anymore. You said you would leave, but you stayed to offer compensation to a civilian like me? You must be looking for something more with me, right?" It was a genuine theory of yours, and the best of a sexual introduction you could give Octavius. You continued walking across the room, sitting down on the edge of your bed when you got to it.
"I think I’ve evaluated my variant enough, and I stayed because I thought you were due for an evaluation as well." Octavius followed you to the bed, his claws staying in place next to Otto, who was still standing against the wall. Soon, Octavius was standing over you; his stomach was at your eye level, and you looked up to talk to him. "What part of me would you like to check out first then, doctor?" The words that came out of your mouth felt foreign, as if your brain had done a hard reset. Here you were, trying to smooth talk one of your new partners like you hadn't just experienced every negative emotion in the last hour. As he rested his mechanical arms on the floor, Octavius kneeled in front of you. "May I, explore this area?” He massaged the lower part of your thigh with his right hand as he waited for a go ahead. “I might have to use my lips for a more thorough inspection." After hearing Octavius's respectful but sexy ask of consent, your tangled feelings started to fade and you eased into the intimate tone. "That’s fine with me… Can I call you Octavius?" You asked sultrily, adding a nickname to make future communication easier between the three of you.
Octavius nodded 'yes', and while his fingers started to crawl up your thighs, you looked up at Otto. He was taking off his harness, and after dropping it on the floor, he walked over and to the right of you; closer to the bed's headboard. "And I guess I'll keep calling you Otto, then?" "If you must. I got a little lonely in my corner, but I would like to find my place with you as well." You caressed Otto's cheek, expressing your desire to kiss him, and he placed his hand over yours to signal permission. You pushed Otto into a kiss, leaning against his chest to avoid falling over. As he sucked on your bottom lip, you felt Octavius's fingers unzip your jeans, and jolted as his cold gloves touched your flaccid cock. You stopped kissing Otto, and Octavius looked up at you. "Something wrong?" "No, it just caught me off guard. You can keep going if you want." You said, sounding more like you were requesting than suggesting. Octavius used his right hand to keep your legs spread, and his left to hold your cock as he pressed his tongue against it, trying to lube it with his spit. The sensation felt good, but overwhelming, still being soft.
Otto untied his tie and pulled his overcoat off; After noticing you’d started looking at him, Otto slowed his pace as he went to remove the final layer of his top. You reached out to grab Otto's black sweater, growing impatient. "M- May I?" "Go right ahead, dear." He smiled warmly as he let go of the sweater’s rim, allowing you to take over. As you took Otto's sweater off, you surveyed over his chest. He was thicker, but you could still see a muscular frame, he had modest body hair, and a few scars. Some were indents of where his harness would be, and some scars under his pecs that you assumed were top surgery scars. "Woah..." was all you could say. You were mesmerized, and blood rushed to your cock; it hardened while Octavius' mouth worked on it.
Otto got off the bed, and onto his knees to the left of Octavius. Octavius stopped kissing your cock and gave Otto an annoyed look. "What's wrong? It looked like there was room for one more." Otto said as he moved Octavius's hand off your leg and replaced it with his own. You looked down at the two, your cock twitching in anticipation of what they were about to do. Octavius ignored Otto and continued to suck gently on the side of your cock, moving closer to the base to make room for Otto. Otto skipped the gentle start and went straight to greedily licking the upper half of your dick. Your nerves buzzed with stimulation, and you started to sigh and quietly groan. Otto unzipped his own pants with his free hand and started dryly fondling his dick as he got more engaged in licking yours.
The two villains' lips moved closer on their 'course' until Octavius took his mouth off of you and looked at Otto. "It seems like you're pretty skilled with your tongue." Octavius muttered. Otto stopped licking your dick and smirked. "I recognize what you are suggesting… I’ll gladly let you test that theory." Otto moved out of the way of your legs, grabbing Octavius by the hair and pulling him over. Octavius shifted his weight, and pinned Otto to the floor. Your cheeks burned as you watched the two men make out, their hands scrambling over each other. You used the free moment to crawl up to the top left corner of the bed, to the nightstand. Opening the drawer, you grabbed three condoms and a few lube packets, unsure who would be needing what.
Down on the floor, the two villains fought for control over the kiss. As they slipped their tongues over one another, Otto bit up Octavius’s lips, and Octavius grinded his clothed crotch against Otto's dick. "You are a worthy adversary." Otto moaned. Octavius pulled back and breathed a laugh. "I think our host is getting lonely though." "Indeed they are." Otto nodded in agreement. Octavius gripped Otto's sides and used his mechanical arms to lift both of them back up onto the bed; Octavius sat on the bed, and Otto in his lap. After the two sat down, Octavius' arms went back to laying down on the floor. Still holding the condoms and lube, you waved them in front of the two villains sheepishly. “I think we'll be needing some of these soon." you said as you unbuttoned your shirt. Otto got out of Octavius' lap and grabbed two condoms, handing one to his variant, and one to you.
“You two may be the only ones needing condoms." Otto said before grabbing a lube packet and retreating to the center of the bed. Octavius looked at Otto.
"You? You want to bottom?" "Do you have any issues with that?" "No, just remembering variants can have a lot of differences.” Octavius huffed, mildly surprised by the other villains' selection. "I wouldn't mind topping, what about you?" You added to the thought process as you looked at Octavius. "I'd prefer to as well, but I can also switch. It depends on what the bottom has in mind." Octavius replied, semi-sarcastically. Otto took off his pants and laid on his back in the middle of the bed; his legs were sitting up and spread apart, and his hands were propping up his head. "I have two holes to fill, gentleman, take your pick." He announced. Octavius exchanged looks with you before speaking up.
"Doesn't matter to me, Otto, how about dealer's choice?" Octavius slurred carelessly, and your heart beat faster as you realized things were really about to get going. You opened and put on the condom, and while looking up and down Otto's body, he locked eyes with you. "Octavius, dear, could you take up by the headboard? I'll let our host make do with my lower half." Otto chimed, lifting his pointer finger to beckon you. You and Octavius glanced at each other again. "What an honor, huh?" You laughed, still feeling a little awkward about the whole situation. "It looks like you get the fun side, I get the side that might bite." Octavius joked to match your energy. He leaned over to kiss your forehead before getting up, and the two of you moved around the bed to circle Otto.
"My goodness, am I helpless prey for the two predators surrounding me? Or am I bait, luring you both to your demise?" "Bait. Very talkative bait, and I can't wait to shut you up." Octavius moved up against the headboard, making sure the back of his harness still had enough wiggle room. He sat on his knees next to Otto's head as he unzipped his pants. "I hope that's not an empty threat." Otto purred. As the two villains talked, you eagerly moved up to Otto's legs. You slid your hands up them, your right hand brushing over a bottom surgery scar on his calf, and when your hands reached his knees, you spread Otto’s legs apart. Otto got up on his elbows and took off his boxers for you as he waited for Octavius to prepare himself. Octavius hadn't put on a condom as he opted to go raw, so he spread precum over his cock to make it slicker.
You opened the lube packet Otto had grabbed earlier, and after squeezing half of the packet onto your cock, you poured the rest on your fingers before placing it on Otto's perineum. His muscles stiffened for a second before relaxing as you massaged the area. You gently brushed your fingers up against his dick, and under his warm, soft balls. Your breath hitched as you eased your fingers down to Otto's asshole, and you absently massaged your thumb across his cheek. You hesitated before any entrance. "God, Otto, your ass is so plump, it feels… perfect honestly." You hummed. You looked up at Octavius, who was still on his knees beside Otto.
You guessed Octavius was waiting for his variant to finish instructing you before filling his mouth, so you decided to get ‘the show’ started. "Any preference on the number of fingers? Two? Maybe three?" you droned sultrily. Otto jutted his hips forward slightly. "How noble of you to start small, but I've already tasted the main course, and I'm hungry for more." Your eyes widened, and it took everything you had not to lose your coherent mind over Otto's nonchalant sexuality. "I- I could satisfy that hunger, or at least try, try my best to.” You stuttered as you took your hands away and moved your hips to Otto’s. Your cock slipped to the side as you pressed it against Otto's ass, but you quickly grabbed the base and guided it inside. Only a few inches of your cock could enter Otto before you sensed resistance, so you didn't push deeper, and just started to move in and out of Otto slowly.
You closed your eyes for a second, digging your fingers into Otto's inner thighs as the new sensation flooded you; your cock was surrounded with warmth as the ridges of his insides brushed against you. "Oh…" Otto groaned. "That's a tight squeeze, but I'm in favor of a good challenge." Your breaths were loud and heavy with pleasure as you watched Otto, his expression growing more complacent while he clenched the bed sheets. Octavius watched as well, and ran his hands through Otto's hair. "Are you ready for me yet?" Octavius asked. Otto looked up at Octavius as he reached up and placed a hand over Octavius's cock. "Hmm, you're smaller, b- but I'm still more than ready if… if you’re not afraid of a bit of teeth." Otto mocked Octavius, and you laughed quietly at the second hand compliment on your size.
Octavius looked offended before he started smirking. "I see exactly what you're doing, Otto, and it's working." As Octavius situated his hips over Otto's face, he braced his mechanical arms against the floor to avoid putting too much weight on Otto. Otto lifted his head to put his lips on Octavius’ cock before he sat down, slipping down Otto's throat. Both villains tried to get comfortable in their new positions: Octavius bending over slightly and resting his hands on Otto's chest, and Otto wrapping his hand around Octavius' thighs to pull him down more. In contrast to you, Octavius started at a quick pace, lifting and lowering his hips to thrust into Otto's mouth. His moans sent vibrations through Octavius' cock, causing him to moan as well. He bit his lip to keep his sounds modest, though besides the sounds of the two villains, sounds of sloppy squelching filled the room too.
You held onto Otto's sides as you pushed your hips deeper between his legs; you prompted him to moan more, which stimulated Octavius. You thrusted harder too, though not hard enough to hurt Otto, whose asshole had to stretch to take in more of your cock. Octavius moved his hands down Otto's chest, eventually reaching his cock; it was bobbing due to the motion you were sending from the other side. "You're taking us both well… I wonder what would happen if I added more stimulation, that could be fun, right?" Octavius purred, but his hand flinched away from Otto's cock when he felt teeth gently brush against him. "Message received." Octavius laughed, and as he leaned over Otto, you reached for his chin. “Wanna complete the loop?" You huffed. "I'd be happy too."
You locked lips with Octavius as your free hand held onto his, which was resting on Otto's stomach. Octavius kept the kiss light and tongue free, and you could tell that he was getting close. As if on cue to tease him, Otto started curling his tongue under Octavius' dick, sending Octavius over the edge,and he pulled away from your lips as he came. "H- Holy shit..." was all Octavius could say as he trembled through a climax. He lowered his head in exhaustion before lifting his hips and pulling himself away from Otto; cum spilling up and out of Otto's mouth. "Finally, too much of a mouthful for my variant to handle." Octavius said, out of breath as he sat next to Otto; he turned to the side so his legs were hanging off the edge of the bed. As you watched the drippy, sloppy trails of cum and spit that connected the two villains separate and leak all over the sheets, your climax came next.
"I- I’m so close, I'm not sure if I could… God, you- you’re already so full." You stuttered to Otto as you bent over and kissed him, Octavius’ cum strong and bitter in your mouth. You shuddered and whimpered out an orgasm, Otto wrapping his legs around your waist to push you in further. He was stretched out enough that you bottomed out, and hip to hip warmth enveloped you both. You glanced at Octavius as you finished kissing Otto; despite his exhausted expression, you could tell spectating made him eager for another round. Otto tilted his head to the side, allowing the last bit of cum in his mouth to dribble out. Your post nut clarity wasn't strong enough to let you think about the mess on your blankets, but you found it amusing that Otto spit up the fluid rather than swallowing the rest of it. "that was, beyond satisfactory… it was exquisite actually." Otto said breathlessly.
"You changed your tune so quickly, where's your 'bite'?" Octavius used the opportunity to tease Otto back since he wasn't as worn out. "Exquisite? No, that was fucking heaven. You both were, to be honest." You exclaimed as you pulled out of Otto. You squeezed the bridge of your condom, sliding it off, tying it up, and lazily tossing it on the bed. Afterwards, you crawled up next Otto, on the opposite side of the bed as Octavius. Otto stared at you in confusion before he noticed you turn to the side; he followed your lead, turning as well and putting his back against your stomach. "What's this about now?" he asked. Octavius looked down at both of you and nodded, adding his own interest to the question.
"Finishing you off." You mumbled. "About time someone noticed. Such a gentleman you are, unlike some people." Otto chuckled as he glared at Octavius, indicating who the remark was directed at. Your cock pressed against Otto's lower back as you reached down for his. It was wet and throbbing, and considering how hard it was from sexual buildup, you were surprised Otto hadn't mentioned any aching. You gently started to rub his cock, kneading your thumb over it as you went. Octavius, not wanting to miss out on the fun, laid himself on his side. He pressed his front against the other villain, sandwiching Otto inbetween you. As you jerked Otto's cock, you felt Octavius move your hand away. He took over your movement, stroking both his and Otto's dicks simultaneously.
Your skin heated as you watched the action, and now that you had both hands free you cuddled up closer to Otto's frame. You rested your chin on his left shoulder, trying to come down from your high. Otto finished with a loud moan, spilling loads of cum over Octavius's hand. "That's it, that's it." Octavius sighed as he came as well, leaving a mess between the two. Otto's heavy breathing eased as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, his head resting on Octavius's chest; Octavius laughed at the fact that Otto was too tired for one last witty remark.
Octavius then lifted one of his mechanical arms over the bed, trying to take a good look at you with the arms’ camera. You’d fallen asleep while cuddling against Otto. Octavius felt too sluggish to clean up the mess, so he decided to rest with you and his variant, wrapping himself around Otto and over your arms. For the time being the three of you were at rest, but little did you all know that this was just the beginning of a very chaotic relationship.