Four Mercenaries - The Complete Collection

by K. A. Merikan

  The dark eyebrows rose in surprise, and Drake closed his eyes as Clover’s dick passed his gag reflex, but he didn’t complain and met Clover’s gaze when Tank followed, pushing up to bottom out in Clover’s hole.

  “Oh fuck, you’re both impossible,” Tank whispered before pulling his teeth over Clover’s earlobe. It became clear what he meant when Drake’s knuckles met Clover’s ass, squeezed Tank’s balls.

  Each time Tank thrust with his hips, drilling into Clover, he also pushed Clover up and into Drake’s mouth, as if he were fucking Drake’s throat by proxy. Clover had seen Drake give Tank head before, but this was a new level of hot. In this wonderful moment, Clover was the conductor between his two lovers, and he loved every second he spent impaled on Tank’s thick dick and encased by Drake’s eager lips.

  “Fuck me faster, Daddy,” he whined, but what his mischievous heart really wanted was to see how Drake would take a cock hammering into his mouth.

  He was rewarded with Drake’s hand squeezing his thigh as he closed his eyes, choking when Tank’s thrusts sped up, and repeatedly sent Clover’s hips into Drake’s face hard enough for Clover’s balls to slap the smooth chin.

  Tank’s good hand slid down Clover’s thigh and into Drake’s black hair, petting him gently as the thrusts became harder, drilling Clover’s hole without mercy.

  “Fuck. I want a piece of that,” Pyro rasped, and Boar pulled his mouth off Pyro’s cock with a wet slapping sound.

  “Seriously? I’m literally giving you head, asshole.”

  “Come on, babe. It’s not what I mean. Wouldn’t you want Clo milking your dick? I bet you’re hard for him too,” Pyro said, but Clover didn’t hear the answer, too lost in the sound of Tank grunting into his ear.

  Clover stirred on Daddy’s cock, grinding onto it as if he were a beast in heat. All he wanted was to fill Drake’s mouth with his spunk and have Tank come deep inside him—preferably at the same time. He reached down, all the way to Drake’s silky hair and met Tank’s fingers in the sleek mane.

  But Tank pulled his hand away and grabbed Clover’s hip, lifting him so rapidly the thick cock slid out, leaving Clover with the shock of unspent arousal. “Daddy?” He gasped when both ends of Drake’s split tongue teased the sides of his cockhead.

  “Give a piece to our convalescent,” Tank said, and when Drake heard that, he removed his mouth from Clover, offering him a wolfish smile.

  “That’s right. You should satisfy all your boyfriends, Clover. Labor of love, and all that. You wanted four, deal with it.”

  “B-but I was almost there!” Clover whined, but this time even Boar didn’t spare him the sympathy and came over to pull him into his arms.

  Tank’s eyes were dark with lust against the background of his flushed face, and they wouldn’t stray from Clover. “And you will now be a good boy for Pyro. I’m watching. I want to see you riding him, boy.”

  Boar carried him without strain and stole a kiss that had Clover’s heart beating so fast he was shocked when his lover put him in Pyro’s lap. The change in position made Clover’s head spin, but the moment he saw Pyro grin at him like a wolf about to enjoy his meal, his hole throbbed to be filled.

  “Go on, boy. Do what Daddy told you,” Pyro teased.

  Clover licked his lips, too eager to keep fucking to protest. He reached back to Pyro’s stiff cock and guided it between his buttocks with excitement rolling over him in waves of heat. As soon as the cockhead popped into him, he sat back, taking the whole length with a groan of satisfaction.

  “That’s it boy. Show him how much you love him too,” Tank said, staring at Clover from his place on the sofa. He only broke the eye contact when Drake kicked off his pants and straddled him in a hurry, deliciously obscene with just the top on.

  Clover didn’t want to stop staring, but Boar grabbed his long-sleeve and tugged it over Clover’s head before taking hold of his hair and pulling him into a kiss that was all sweet lips and the softest of beards.

  “I want some of that hole too,” he whispered against Clover’s mouth, gliding his big hand to the small of Clover’s back.

  Pyro moaned. “Babe, wait your turn.”

  But Clover’s thoughts were already drifting elsewhere when he saw Drake take hold of both his and Tank’s cocks. The hypnotizing motion of his wrist, the way Drake’s slender hand moved up and down, squeezing those two beautiful dicks together, prompted Clover to tune into the same rhythm as his ass swallowed Pyro’s cock time and time again.

  He leaned forward, dazed with lust. “Do me both,” he whispered into Pyro’s lips. He thought to Drake’s hand again and imagined his sphincter doing the same to Boar and Pyro. He’d only done double penetration with Drake and Tank, but now that his body was shaking with arousal, the perspective of having his two other lovers inside at once made his dick harden further. He grabbed his ass and spread it around Pyro’s cock, inviting Boar with a longing gaze.

  “Please, Boar. I’m still hungry. Give it to me,” he begged as Boar’s eyes became darker.

  “You sure?”

  Tank broke the kiss with Drake, who continued rubbing his face along Tank’s cheek. Only now Clover realized that they must have both come, because their movements became lazy. “Go on. Don’t be shy. The little slut needs more tonight.”

  Clover held his gaze, breathlessly noticing that despite touching one another, Tank and Drake were still greedy to watch him sandwiched between two mostly dressed men. He couldn’t wait to give them all the performance of a lifetime.

  “Yes,” Clover murmured into Pyro’s lips before glancing over his shoulder. Boar’s eyes shone with raw lust when Clover dipped his fingertip into his stretched hole alongside Pyro’s cock. “Want you both inside me. Can’t wait to be dripping with your cum.”

  Pyro spread his knees to make more room for Boar, which also pushed Clover’s thighs wider apart. He was so ready. When he felt the slippery tip of Boar’s cock poking at his hole he clawed at Pyro’s shoulders, ready for a bit of discomfort at the beginning. It would be worth the experience to come.

  “Look at you. Do you ever have enough?” Pyro asked, but his eyes clouded when Boar pushed on. There was a brief moment of pain, but when Pyro’s hand closed on Clover’s cock, his body relaxed, letting in the second dick.

  It felt incredible.

  Gasping for air, he rested his forehead against Pyro’s, barely coping with the onslaught of sensations as his body opened up, filled by not one by two of the men he chose to share his life with. They were all finally safe, and he longed to bury himself in the cocoon of contentment they offered.

  Pyro leaned in and licked Clover’s cheek while squeezing and loosening his hand around Clover’s cock to create the most amazing pulsating sensation. Clover’s legs were wide open to allow his men absolute access to his body, and he whimpered in Pyro’s hold as the two dicks drove into him at once, seeking satisfaction. The intensity of double penetration always got the best of Clover, and he was out of words, just whimpering in the hold time and time again.

  He’d been on the verge of orgasm before, but when Boar grabbed his hips and started sawing into him in earnest, right next to Pyro’s languidly moving cock, Clover came with a cry so visceral he wasn’t even sure what was happening to him. Too much. Too good.

  Pyro’s arms squeezed around him, as if he feared Clover might try to get away now that he’d finished, but what was a little discomfort in the face of serving for his lovers’ pleasure?

  Boar finished first, after a series of hard jabs with his dick, and once he pulled out, Pyro grabbed Clover’s hips hard and moved his own like a machine, barely leaving Clover space to breathe. But Boar was there, and so were his arms, his kisses, sweet words whispered into Clover’s mouth as Pyro satisfied his lust inside him, adding his cum to Clover’s sensitive hole.

  The smell of cum mixed with the herby aroma of fresh rabbit roasting in the kitchen, and it shouldn’t have been a pleasant combination, but it was. He settled in Pyro’s arms, ha
rdly able to breathe, and revelled in his man’s quick heartbeat when Pyro dipped his fingers into Clover’s wet hole.

  Clover knew he was loved, even without anyone voicing their feelings.

  In the last two years of his life, Clover had been through so much good and bad. And yet he could hardly imagine himself happier than with the men who were his lovers, his friends, and his family.

  Moments later, all four of his men settled on the sofa, and he lay stretched in their laps, sticky, sweaty, and happy. Loved.

  Their Property - The end

  Set Aflame

  (Four Mercenaries prequel)

  --- One night to ignite the fire.---

  On his third night in the streets after being kicked out by his religious family for being gay, Boar finds an unconscious man in the park. The next day, grateful for the help, Matt invites him to the squat where he lives.

  But Matt is a storm of intensity, and he draws his new, inexperienced friend into a frenzy of pleasures. When it turns out they’re not as sexually compatible as Matt had hoped, he finds a way around that too.

  Before Matt, Boar had considered going back to his family.

  After Matt, a whole new future awaits.

  *

  SET AFLAME is a gay contemporary romance short story, a standalone prequel for the “Four Mercenaries” trilogy. The story contains scenes of offensive language, morally ambiguous characters and scorching hot, explicit scenes.

  POSSIBLE SPOILERS:

  Themes: ménage, found family, family issues, homeless

  Length: ~11,000 words

  Set Aflame

  Boar had never been so cold, and it wasn’t even winter yet. Fall had crept up on him like a bad case of the flu, and if he wasn’t smart, it might develop into pneumonia. So he wore more of his clothes in layers, and even used some of his sparse cash to buy a blanket at Goodwill. It still wasn’t enough.

  The cold pushed its sharp claws into him as soon as he tried to fall asleep, so he rose and made his way through the park, keeping to dark corners where no one would see him from afar. Two teenagers had tried to rob him last night, and he’d only managed to fend them off thanks to his size.

  He remembered finding nighttime walks enjoyable.

  No longer.

  His phone had run out of juice yesterday and he considered going into a cafe to load up, but despite knowing it couldn’t be so, he felt as if he had homeless tattooed across his forehead.

  Just four days ago, he’d fallen asleep in a bed in his parents’ house as the cherished son who maybe didn’t do as well academically as they’d hoped, but was good enough and would find employment in Dad’s car wash.

  But that plan couldn’t possibly come to fruition after he’d come out as gay.

  Boar hadn’t even meant to, but Dad was talking shit about Tom from church, who Boar had a crush on, one thing led to another, and the truth stepped into the picture-perfect home like an uninvited guest

  ‘You cannot be serious, Jamie,’ Dad had said. ‘There is no place for such behavior under my roof!’

  For three days now, Boar had been agonizing about the possibility of retreating home. Maybe crawling back into the closet was a far better option than spending the night on a bench, but he couldn’t find it in himself to face that reality. He’d lived in denial long enough.

  Then again, maybe he was still in denial about his position, or he’d have tried harder at job-seeking. Finding employment would become much harder after weeks on the streets, even though he washed himself as well as he could in public bathrooms.

  Lamps illuminated the two central alleys of the park, but Boar didn’t feel like he belonged with all the normal people returning from meetups with friends, from dates. He belonged in the dark in his three layers of clothing, with a plaid blanket worn as a cape, and less than ten dollars in his wallet.

  His gaze was drawn to the imposing shadow of the gazebo even farther away from the lights, and he made his way there in hope that the structure’s roof would save him from getting soaked in case of rain.

  He tried not to think too much about the fact that no one had tried to call him since he’d left his family home three days ago, because the message it sent was all too depressing.

  The narrow alley directed him straight to the gazebo, but as he picked up his pace, intent on getting back to sleep, his feet hit something that sent him stumbling forward.

  He pulled out his mini flashlight and looked down, stilling with curses on his lips.

  A man lay with his upper body in a bush, but his legs obstructed the alleyway, his tattooed arms naked and his green Mohawk—a mess. When Boar scooted next to him, liquor was the first thing he smelled, but no one deserved hypothermia just because they’d made a stupid choice one night.

  “Hey. You okay?” Boar kneeled and shook the guy’s shoulder.

  He remained still, one side of his face stained by the dirt it was resting in, with kohl smudged around his eyes and a large bruise on the cheekbone.

  Boar stilled so completely he could hear the rapid beating of his heart.

  Was this guy… dead?

  He leaned in with tension pulling at his tendons, but the sound of shallow breathing brought relief. The putrid smell of alcohol—not so much. He shook the stranger a bit more firmly.

  “Hey. You fell asleep in the park.”

  The man mumbled something but didn’t open his eyes. He was quite young, in his twenties but butch, with hard lines to his face and… green flames tattooed where his eyebrows should’ve been. A part of Boar suggested that this was the kind of man who would rob and murder him as soon as he woke up, especially when Boar noticed the face of Ted Bundy inked on one of his arms.

  But.

  But whoever this man was, on this cold night he was in a vulnerable position, like a wounded wolf that would die without the assistance of a kind human. Boar could only hope he didn’t end up with sharp teeth in his neck the next morning because of his kindness. Even if the guy was much rougher-looking than him, they were both in the same boat, and he wished that if he ever fell asleep like this, someone would offer him a helping hand.

  Poor bastard didn’t even have a hoodie over his T-shirt.

  Boar didn’t hesitate any longer. So maybe he wasn’t the perfect Christian. Maybe he wasn’t even a perfect son, or a perfect human being, but he would not leave another person to freeze when his blanket was large enough to accommodate two.

  He was relieved to find the gazebo empty, and laid down his things before returning for the stranger. His limp body was like a log. Heavy, yet infinitely harder to carry when it bent in so many places, but Boar gritted his teeth and managed to transport the man to the makeshift bed.

  When his head rolled over Boar’s shoulder, and flattened, greasy hair tickled his cheek, he was startled at the sheer vulnerability of this guy. Anyone might have robbed him or hurt him while he was out cold like this.

  Or… do other things. Because even like this, with the black eye and a fat lip, it was undeniable that the man was handsome under all that grime.

  Boar felt like a shitty person for even thinking that about someone he was trying to help, but he was only human. The insistent thoughts did make wrapping them both in a cocoon of clothes and a blanket that much more awkward, but at the end of the day, when he felt the stranger shiver, he pulled him closer to offer some of his own warmth. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t wake up to a punch in the face.

  ***

  A strangled moan brought Boar back to reality.

  It was bright outside, and once he opened his eyes, the chirping of birds lifted the haze of sleep completely.

  He was warm. For the first time in three days, he hadn’t awoken to bitter cold. But heat came with the distinct scent of liquor, and a warm body spooning Boar from behind.

  “Did we fuck?” asked the stranger in a hoarse voice, his warm breath tickling Boar’s nape.

  How did Boar even end up as the small spoon? “Wh-what? No!” Boar choked out, loo
king back into green eyes, which were barely slits. He’d been warm before, but now his face flamed.

  But the guy didn’t seem ashamed at all. His pupils expanded, and a grin tugged at his lips, revealing large teeth. “Ah. You’re even prettier from this side. I’m not good with names when I party. What’s yours?” he asked, rubbing his eyes and smudging the black makeup further.

  Boar was stunned by the compliment. Ginger, freckled, kinda pudgy, he hardly considered himself ‘pretty’.

  “J-Jamie. But friends call me Boar. I… we didn’t meet at a party.” Boar turned to face the guy, but couldn’t force himself to back away from the hands that rested on his body so confidently. His experience with guys was limited to crushing on Tom Callahan, a lot of porn, and making out with Ronnie Michaels behind the church back when he was sixteen, and Ronnie—about to leave for college. “I found you down the road, and it was cold so— Are you okay?”

  The guy frowned. “What? So you don’t even know my name, and you take me to bed? That’s so nasty,” he said before slapping Boar’s buttock.

  Freezing was the only option. Stiff from the stress of interacting with someone so open about their sexuality, Boar could just stare while his throat tightened.

  “Y—it was cold. I just—”

  “I’m Matt,” the guy told him, and found Boar’s hand under the blanket.

  Boar squeezed it, embarrassed by the clamminess of his own. He couldn’t believe how cheerful Matt was after a night that might have resulted in his death. “Must have been one hell of a party.”

  Matt shrugged, stretching alongside him, in no hurry to pull away as any other guy would have been. Relaxed as ever, he wouldn’t stop looking into Boar’s eyes in that unnervingly intense way. “I’m guessing you haven’t gotten that nickname because you’re such a party animal?”