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"Second," Sades says, holding up his second finger, "and this is just the worst,"

Nex closes his eyes, preparing for it.

"You didn't think to have me judge the competition personally."

Nex flinches, anticipating the worst from his lover, but he opens one eye really quickly, looking from Sades, to Noir, and then back to Sades once again. "What... the fu-"

"No need for such language, Nex, darling," Noir says, chuckling from deep in his throat as he leans in, lacing his fingers and resting his chin upon them. "Sades, beautiful and intelligent man that he is, has graciously accepted to judge our next contest of skill and endurance. I think it's simply a wonderful idea."

"Sades, you gotta be kidding!" Nex begins "He-" He gulps as he sees the sly look on his lover's face. "You're not."

"Just pretend I'm not here," Sades says, sitting back and sipping his tea. "I want to see how you two interact."

"Very well," Noir says, pushing himself up to a standing position. "The first round shall be one of gentle passion, one that I am sure I will win. A brute such as you could never hope to beat me as a tender lover."

Without hesitation, he slips out of his shoes and walks on over to the back of the cabin, where a simple, but clean, cot rests. Noir sits down on the edge, his fingers sliding over the sheets as he looks up to Nex with half-lidded eyes. "Unless... you only want to make love to me when Sades isn't looking? It's fine if you find me attractive on your own. I don't blame you."

Nex growls, undoing the straps over his shoulders, letting them fall to the sides. With nothing else covering his chest, he grumbles as he unties his boots and fumbles with them with his one hand.

"Here," Noir's husky voice brushes against Nex's ear. "Let me help."

While Nex was struggling with his boot, Noir had already pulled his sweater off over his head. His smooth skin glows a slight orange from the flickering firelight. The man kneels down, and with just enough force, but all the gentleness of the world, he pops off one boot, and then works on the other.

As the two interact, Sades watches, his eyes concealed by the glare of the fire, but his lips turned up in a smirk.

Now debooted, Nex stands tall. Noir stands up as well, taking his fingers up along the bandit's body, brushing up along his sides and sighing as he feels the rugged body underneath.

"Yes, you're a stupid brute," Noir says, "But you are still quite rugged. If you were not such an animal, you may even rival Sades as the superior lover. But alas." Nex grabs Noir's bare shoulder and pulls him in, the two men now chest to chest. He initiates their interaction, locking their lips together. He will not lose this fight to someone who wants to make fun of him.

Noir's reaction is much more pronounced than the last time they tangled. His groans come out loud and needy as he wraps his arms around the other man's arms, squeezing Nex tightly in his embrace. Nex's tongue delves into Noir's mouth, the man tasting of mint, perhaps from the tea, or maybe even toothpaste. Yeah, of course someone like Noir would horde toothpaste in the apocalypse.

On the opposite end, Noir shudders, first from having to deal with this musky, unwashed man, but more from knowing that this show would certainly entertain his Sades. Yes, Sades will know he is the better lover, willing to fulfill even Sades's weirdest desires. If he desires some cuckoldry, he will do it for him, no questions asked.

Noir scratches at the muscled and tanned back of the bandit man, causing Nex to growl into their kiss, Nex's tongue wrestling down Noir's for control. But soon, all things must come to an end, and it is Nex who pulls his mouth away.

Saliva bridges between the two men, Noir's tongue sticking out, the prim and proper man groaning for more. But Nex squeezes his shoulder and with a shove, throws him down onto the bed.

"W... what the hell?" Noir asks, wiping his chin of the spit that fell upon him. He breathes quickly but examines Nex, noticing the man's bulge. "Oh, so that's it," he chuckles. "You can't have a tender loving moment with me, so you must resort to your primitive ways. Ha. Surely, I win this contest of gentle lovema-aa!"

Nex stomps forward, grabbing between Noir's legs. The man's cheeks flush bright pink as he's grabbed, a tough thumb rubbing at his own manhood through his pants. Noir gasps, biting his knuckle, trying not to squeal out like a young virgin at this manhandling. He glances over towards his true lover, and sees that Noir still sits there, though the man has crossed one leg over the other as his arms fold over his chest.

Seeing this, Noir realizes that he must continue, even if it is against his personal honor. He pulls his finger away and closes his eyes, pushing his hips up in the air and letting out a lustful groan. "Oooh, yes, Nex. You're such a manly man. Please, manhandle me some more, you big stud!"

Nex blinks, stopping his fondling. He looks over his shoulder and sees Sades as well, who bites his thumb as he bobs one leg over the other. Seeing this, Nex, too, is energized, and he reaches out once more, his hand unbuttoning Noir's pants, and he tugs them down, eagerly and awkwardly.

"H-hey watch it you oaf!" Noir snaps, fingers hooking under his waistband and pulling the pants down gently. His semi hard cock flops out as he looks to Nex with a shade of red under his eyes, his cheeks slightly puffy in distaste. "Do you know how hard it is to get good clothes these days?"

Sades chuckles, shaking his head. "My, my, you two are so theatrical. I told you to pretend that I'm not here!"