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The Breaker Box was slammed; it seemed that the whole house was stuffed into that already claustrophobic, smoky backroom. It was surprising to see such a turnout; usually, Eddie and Volt could barely get enough bodies to keep the lights on, let alone keep them busy for the full service. But they had been busy, painfully and neglectfully busy. You tried not to pout, but you did a rotten job of it, I mean, come on, how were you supposed to know that someone in this house actually had musical talent? Keyes was incredible, though, her slow and sinful melodies hauntingly beautiful as they captured the attention of every guest, including yourself. The set was almost at its end, Jean-Loo was going on next, which meant it would empty out. Sipping on your drink, it almost felt like a real club. A smoky basement where you could be anyone.
The final notes of Keyes’s grand composition faded, and the audience erupted into a roar of approval. From the look on her face, it looked like she expected that reaction. Laughing, you turned back toward the bar and your favorite bartender. Eddie moved quickly, inhumanly so, shaking and stirring and pouring in fluid motion to craft the finest cocktails you had ever had the pleasure of chugging (don’t tell Bev). He caught your eye and just raised his eyebrows. It would be too much to ask for a smile from the famously grumpy bartender. You gave him one anyway, tossing in a wink for good measure.
A shocking hand on your waist made you jump slightly, no doubt exactly what Volt had intended, as it pressed you directly back into his chest. You looked up with a disapproving glare.
“Why, live wire, I didn’t mean to spook you.” His devilish grin told you otherwise.
“Uh huh.” You answered flatly.
“What did you think of tonight's entertainment? Was Keyes not just magnificent?” His hand came up to gently play with your hair, absentmindedly stroking it.
Your glare softened into a grin. “It was, you did wonderful finding her love.”
“Do not waste your compliments on me, my dear. This was all Eddie’s doing.” Volt nodded over at his counterpart, who seemed to purposefully avoiding eye contact.
“I didn’t know you had such an ear for talent.” You complimented.
“What can I say? I like the piano.” He grumbled, pouring a shockingly pink Cosmopolitan.
You and Volt laughed in unison, his deep rumbling laughter reverberating against your back, making you feel safe.
“Ah, alas, I can not stay for long. I must distract Cecilia before Pissoir goes on; she so rarely patronizes the club, we can not let her know we let such filth on our stage.” Volt shook his head and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. Leaning down, he whispered in your ear. “I hope I can convince you to remain until closing?”
Your cheeks flushed bright red, spine straightening at the innocent enough comment. However, with Volt, nothing was innocent. You had already planned on staying till close, and well, the night if they’d have you. It still made your stomach do flips to hear Volt ask for it. All you could do was quickly nod your head, earning another kiss, this time on the cheek.
Eddie shook his head as Volt sauntered away, but there was a slight grin plastered across his face that he always wore for the other man.
“He always knows how to keep you thinking about him, that’s for sure.” Eddie poured another drink, this one a faint lilac color, and pushed it toward you. “Corpse Reviver, here.”
“Are you trying to ply me with liquor, Eddie?” You bit your lip, bringing the delicate glass up to smell. It was strong, you could tell that much, and floral, likely something in the gin family.
“Haven’t needed to before.” He shrugged and turned to continue washing the dishes.
Rolling your eyes, you took a sip and turned back toward the stage where Jean-Loo was almost set up. Eddie always seemed to know exactly what you wanted.
…
Pissoir had, in fact, scared off business like Volt had assumed he would; by the time his grueling 30-minute set was over, the place was almost empty. Eddie sat at the bar, head resting in his hands, elbows resting on the bar next to you. You finished your third drink of the set. You thought he sounded great, but you might have been the only one there who could actually get drunk. Finally, he took his bows and was booed off stage by everyone except you. Volt, the ever-gracious host, took the stage and tried to be nice to the wrapper, but everyone could tell he didn’t really mean it. You turned back to Eddie and noticed a small slip of paper placed in front of your chair on the bar. Examining it, it was a receipt. Initially, you were taken aback. They had never charged you before, so why start now? Maybe they needed the money that badly? It must be expensive to run such a nice club. However, upon closer inspection, you noticed that you weren’t just charged normal drink prices, but in fact double the normal drink prices.
“Eddie?” You asked, still staring at the receipt.
“Mhm?” He made a noncommittal noise, watching Volt.
“What is this?”
“A receipt?” He looked at you like you were stupid, cocking an eyebrow.
“I know- since when?” You stammered, scowling.
“New house rules, everyone pays.” He grinned and shrugged.
“Why is it double?”
“Making up for lost time, you know you have quite the tab live wire.” He stood up and stretched. “Let me know when you’re ready to cash out.”
“Eddie, this is my house, this is my liquor.” You tried to reason. “You’re a step above a figment of my imagination, I mean, come on!”
Eddie just grinned and shrugged, turning to walk into the stock room and leave you alone.
Just when you thought you understood the more tempestuous of your lovers, he went and did shit like this. You knew if you went and told Volt he would knock some sense into Eddie, hell, you were half sure Eddie was joking in the first place. However, if you did any of that, it was essentially letting him win. That’s what Eddie likes to do; he likes getting to you. He liked getting under your skin, both in good and bad ways. Sometimes that meant tying you to the bed frame and slowly, but methodically, eating you out until you couldn’t stop crying, couldn’t stop begging him for another and another, addicted to what he could give you. Other times, it meant giving you a $300 bill for your own liquor and disappearing. No, you wouldn’t let him win this time, you wouldn’t come to him asking how you could possibly settle your tab. After all, there was another owner of the club that might just be eager to let you work off your debt, even more so if it pissed off Eddie.
…
The scene was set perfectly. Lights dimmed in the club, chairs stacked perfectly on the tables, and floors mopped, leaving only the warm glow of the neon over the bar. Eddie’s bar. While they were technically the same person, Volt and Eddie would be the first to acknowledge that they had found much more of themselves since the split. In that was the decision that the bar was Eddie’s space, and no matter how much he loved Volt, Volt was to keep his grubby hands and escapades off of it. You very much knew this. All it took was making out against the bar during business hours to draw the ire of the dark-haired bartender. Volt offered that he was just jealous. That had been a very interesting night. You had told Volt of your little scheme, if Eddie didn’t think your services as a girlfriend were quite adequate to cover your tab, you would just have to settle with him. He really, really, liked the idea. Especially the part of doing it on the bar, loud enough for Eddie to find. And then, not letting Eddie join.
“My, my live wire, you have become quite the schemer.” Volt chuckled, backing you against the solid mahogany.
“It helps to have a partner so open to a scheme.” Your hands teased at the base of his scalp, pure energy zapping at your fingertips. His mouth found yours, eager and wanting. Volt whined into your mouth, unable to stop his hands from winding up your shirt.
You bit his lip, drinking in the groan he gave you at the action. He made quick work of your bra, then shirt, leaving your back bare against the cool wood. He pulled back slightly to admire you.
“What beauty, all to myself. I feel as if I have been given a gift.” He hummed, thumb playing softly with a nipple.
“Seems unfair for me to be the only one exposed, I mean, what if someone catches us volt?” You grinned, biting your lip.
You saw the spark in his eye, the flash of pure lust. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Quickly disrobing, your hands easily found purchase on his broad shoulders.
Teeth and tongue made marks down your chin and throat, and finally chest. Volt loved marking you, eager to show others just how much you belonged to him with dark purple bruises covering the tops of your breasts.
“Fuck, Volt, I’m yours.” You egged him on, whining and grinding your hips against his already hard member. Your fingernails made angry red half moons on the pale skin of his shoulders, a mark of your own.
“If you don’t- ” He licked up the side of your throat “quiet down, live wire, someone’s going to catch us. You wouldn’t want anyone to see me feasting on that sweet little cunt would you?” Volt asked in his deep chested stage vibrato. If Eddie hadn’t heard them yet, he would have now. You grinned, stifling a bit of a giggle, before kissing Volt once again. Strong hands encircled your waist, hoisting you up to sit on the bar. It wasn’t long until you were completely nude on the fine wood. Volt hesitated, just looking you over, eyes taking in every inch. Your first instinct was to cover yourself, arms crossing your chest, and shooting a sheepish grin to your lover.
“Come now.” He moved your arms so he could look at you once more. “You are simply divine, there are no words to describe how lucky I feel to gaze upon you. You make me feel alive.”
“That makes two of us, Volt.” You smiled softly. “Now come here, I have a tab that needs paying.” You spread your legs wider, taking a finger to draw slick through your folds. You were soaked, already halfway to climax just from kissing the man now kneeling below you.
Large hands grasped your thighs to secure them on his shoulders. He loved it when you squeezed his head while he ate you out. The gasp that left your lips as his tongue finally met your clit was heightened as you saw Eddie had finally fallen for your trap. Silently, he leaned against the door backstage, watching as you rocked your hips and cried Volt's name. You didn’t drop eye contact, even when he pushed two thick fingers in at once, immediately prodding at that pleasure spot he knew so well.
“Thought we spoke about the bar being off limits.” Eddie grumbled, loosening his vest.
“I- didn’t- have” you tried to explain through gasps as you essentially fucked your cunt against Volt’s face, “enough money, Volt’s letting me-oh- oh fuck Volt yes right there I’m so fucking close baby.” You squealed, hands flying to the bright electric locks flowing between your thighs. Eddie scowled. “He’s letting me work off my tab.”
Volt came up for air, sensing his cue. “That’s right, my love, and right now I want to taste you come down my throat. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl for me?” He purred, not giving Eddie the time of day. He knew that would really rile him up.
“And you two couldn’t do this on the stage, or perhaps the bedroom? It had to be on the bar?” Eddie had worked open his button down and was reaching for your exposed tit to give a gentle squeeze. You smacked his hand away.
“You’re the one with the receipt. If you wanted to bill me this way, you should have asked.” You groaned, even more enticed by the brief flash of irritation on Eddie’s face. “Go get a drink, and maybe you can watch me work it off.”
Eddie did not take well to being told what to do. You were banking on it. He was the one who gave orders; he was the one who told you where to touch yourself, how fast to ride Volt, and when to get off. So sitting down, powerless, was a new experience for the dark-haired man.
“Volt, I’m so close, please can I come?” You rubbed it in.
“Fuck, yes, live wire, come for me.” Volt sucked at your clit, tongue circling the bundle of nerves while string fingers pressed intently over and over deep within you. It was too much and not enough all at once. That wasn’t what sent you over, though; it was seeing Eddie, disheveled, palming his cock, mouth agape, watching you two. You came screaming a mixture of their names, reprimanding yourself for giving Eddie even that much. Volt slowed his movements, face soaked with your orgasm as he slowly stood. Giving you a soft kiss, he walked over to his counterpart, grabbing the neglected drink from his hand. Volt tipped the glass up and finished it. Eddie didn’t stop rubbing his cock through his slacks, enamored with Volt towering over him.
“How cruel you can be, my dear Eddie, not even giving our girl a chance to work off her debts.” He tutted, licking his lips. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Eddie’s mouth, he tried to get more, eager to be brought into the fray, but Volt wouldn’t let him have it.
“Can you still taste her? Such a sweet little cunt.” Volt stood back up and returned to you at the bar.
Eddie’s jaw was tight as he watched Volt remove his remaining layer, his tongue peaking out to taste his lips.
“You two know how to drive a man insane, I’ll give you that much.” Eddie sighed, unzipping his slacks. Finally pulling his cock out, you saw how painfully hard he was, and for a moment, your resolve loosened. You wanted nothing more than to fall to your knees and let him use your throat like a pleasure doll. Volts' hand reminded you of your mission, guiding your face back to his.
“You are mine, remember. On the floor, ass in the air, please live wire. In front of my business partner, so he can ensure we are getting our money's worth.” Fuck, that made your cunt clench. Volt had shifted the scene on you, and you really didn’t mind.
You did as you were told easily, propping yourself up on your elbows, you turned your head toward Eddie.
“When I get my hands on you, baby.” He growled, licking his lips.
“Now, now, Eddie, you had your chance.” Volt tutted. You looked behind you to see the man towering over you in all of his glory. Volt was a large man. Broad shoulders, long glowing hair, and if that wasn’t enough to make you gush, a cock thick enough that you winced every time he pressed it against your hole, no matter how nicely he ate you out.
“You’re looking a little dry, Volt. We wouldn’t want to hurt our investment, would we?” Eddie grinned. You couldn’t quite understand what he was offering, but Volt seemed to. You could see him warring with himself, but you couldn’t blame him for caving to the other man.
“I suppose you may be helpful yet.” Volt’s voice cracked as he stroked himself. He came to where Eddie was sitting, his fingers threading into his hair, guiding his waiting mouth to his cock.
“Fuck.” That was all you could say, watching the ease with which Eddie took him down.
“Oh, Eddie, heavenly,” Volt muttered, giving his hips a soft thrust. Eddie’s hands found the other man’s hips. “Fuck live wire, do you like watching him take me down like this. Can you see how deep within his throat I am?”
You hand found your clit, rubbing sloppy circles at the sight. “Yes, so good.”
“He’s getting me nice and wet for you, for that tight little cunt.” Volt grunted.
“Volt, please, I need you.” You begged, reminding him of the plan that was quickly falling apart.
He pulled out of Eddie’s mouth, strings of spit connecting his cock to the puffy lips of the man below him. He looked incredibly fucked out for having been barely touched.
“You make such a pretty cock whore Eddie, I think you might have missed your calling.” Volt panted.
“Guess you just get me to yourself then, oh well.” Eddie let out a short laugh.
Volt finally knelt behind you, wasting little time to press his cock head against your entrance. “Are you ready, love?”
“That doesn’t sound like someone trying to get their money's worth.” You giggle, wiggling your ass.
You heard a huff as Volt’s large hands settled on your hips. All at once, he pushed into you immediately fucking you at a harsh pace.
“Is this what you desire, whore? Letting me use your body to settle a tab like a common fucking slut.” He pronounced every word with such venom you couldn’t help but clench around him. “You should have heard her, Eddison, she was begging me to use her cunt so she wouldn’t have to pay.”
Eddie was stroking his cock eagerly, a steady stream of precum making him wetter and wetter. “The cunt worth it?”
“Fuck it is.” Volt growled, slamming his hips into you, knocking you off balance and onto your face. You felt one of his hands leave your hand and pull your hair, making you sit up. The change in position shoved the head of his cock against your g-spot in an almost overwhelming way.
“Right there, Volt! Fuck please!” Your keening moans we’re loud, almost screams.
“Good slut, going to come around me live wire? Going to milk out my load?” Volt bit your neck, making you squeal.
“You look so good like that, should make you work off your tab more often.” Eddie licked his lips. “So good at taking cock, should get you drunk and use you just like this every night live wire.” Eddie said darkly. “Fuck I’m going to blow just watching the way Volt fucks you.”
“Don’t!” You squealed, dangling on the edge of your next orgasm.
“Oh?” Eddie slowed his strokes, cocking an eyebrow. The power balance had shifted; Eddie was back in control.
“I need you to come inside me, Eddie, I need to feel you come.” You begged. Volt groaned and brought a hand to your throat.
“I love hearing you beg for Eddie’s cum on my cock, you loved being filled, don’t you? Our little cum slut.”
“Yours! Yours, both of yours.” You whined. Eddie slunk off the chair, settling on his knees. Volt let go of your throat instead of shoving your head towards Eddie’s groin.
“Suck his cock, warm him up with that tight throat of yours, love,” Volt commanded.
Eddie guided you to his cock, easily sliding in as Volt fucked you onto him. You came easily when he slid a hand under you, only lightly playing with your clit.
“She gets so tight when she comes, doesn’t she?” Eddie commented through gritted teeth. “Good girl, oh Jesus good girl.”
“Oh fuck Eddie, I’m going to come in her, I’m going to pump her full. She’s sucking me so fucking well.” Volt whined. They leaned over you, meeting in a searing kiss. You whined around Eddie’s cock, he was deep in your throat, making you gag. The lewd sounds coming from the two men above you were too much; all it took was a few more thrusts from both men to make you come again. Volt broke the kiss with a gasp.
“That's it! Oh, live wire, come for us, I’m coming, I’m breeding you. Take my fucking load, tight fucking slut cunt, take my come, take it, take it.” Volt sheathed himself fully as he came, you could feel him shoot inside of you, hot and electric against your cervix as you shook from your own orgasm. Eddie had eased out of your mouth and was softly petting your hair, reassuringly guiding you through it. Panting, Volt pulled out. You rest your head against Eddie’s knees, panting, letting him soothe you with soft caresses. Volt placed soft kisses up your spine until he was finally encasing you, holding you while you went through the aftershocks.
“Too good for us, too wonderful,” Volt murmured against your neck.
“Even when you’re a brat, you’re incredible live wire. Better than I deserve.” You gave him a light smack. “How do you want to go from here, you know I’m just as guilty of talking a big game in the moment and getting, well, a bit overwhelmed.” Eddie chuckled.
They were both too damned sweet. You managed to pull your head up, looking at the dark-haired man above you.
“If I still want you to fill me?” You gave him the biggest, sweetest eyes.
Eddie’s grin grew devilish, teeth peeking out as you heard Volt chuckle against your back.
“On your back.” He commanded darkly.
Volt helped you lie down, your head resting against his thick thigh. Spreading your thighs, Eddie gave himself a few pumps, but he didn’t need it.
“Teasing me all night, was hoping you’d come to the back and beg to suck my cock.” He shook his head, but his grin stayed.
“Will you forgive me?” You batted your lashes.
“Hmm,” Eddie pushed just the tip inside of you, already twitching, eager to be in the heat of your cunt. “Volt, be a dear and pin the sluts hands down.”
Your eyes went wide as it all happened at once, Volt grabbing your wrists and holding them tightly, and Eddie ramming his cock as deep as possible. Bullying your cervix, Eddie grunted obscenities, and you screamed a mixture of their names.
“That’s it, oh fuck scream for us slut. Not gonna last long with a cunt like this.” Eddie moaned.
“Mmm, Eddie, I can see you fucking my cum into her cunt.” Volt rumbled.
“She’s so fucking wet, have I ever told you how much I love sloppy seconds, Volt?” His hands wandered across your skin, groping and pinching. Your breasts were his favorite, greedily pushing them together.
“Oh, I know Eddie.” Volt chuckled.
“Eddie,” you whined, “please come.”
“I know that’s what you want slut. Fuck if I could keep you on your back and full of cock all day, you still wouldn’t be satisfied, would you?”
“Yes!”
“Come on, my fat fucking cock live wire,” Eddie demanded. “Come for me and show me you deserve my cum.”
You were almost there, he was fucking you so well, but you just couldn’t quite reach it. It was overwhelming. Too much. Volt leaned down, seeing the struggle cross your face.
“Such a pretty girl, so good for us. Look at how wild you drive, Eddie. He’s so close. I know you can do it, I know you can come around his thick fucking prick. Let him fuck it out of you, let him take it from you.”
He was so good at drawing a climax out of you with just a word; that’s what made them such a good team. Eddie’s harsh thrusts combined with Volt's sweet words did it for you, body tightening as you hurtle over your orgasm, squirting on Eddie’s cock. That was enough to finally send him over as well.
“Breed slut.” He growled. “Take my fucking load, fuck, Jesus. I love you, I love you, I love-“ Eddie whined, holding you as he came.
Pulling out, Eddie refused to stop holding you, sliding against you, and pulling you against his chest. Volt settled behind you, slinging his arm over both of you. It was easy to forget that you were on the hard wooden floor of the club, pressed between these two men. Volt continued to stroke your hair, Eddie rubbing soft circles against your arm.
“I’m sorry I tried to charge you for drinks,” Eddie muttered into your hair.
“It was quite scummy of you, Eddie, I must admit.” Volt shot back.
“It’s okay, Eddie, I know you just needed attention.”
“Did not,” Eddie grunted, trying to scowl at you.
“We know how hard it is for you to ask for attention, my love, we will try harder,” Volt added helpfully.
“You both need to shut up.” He growled.
“Make us.” Volt shot back.
“Bedroom?” You could sense where this was going; they had a way of working themselves back up even when utterly spent.
Eddie grinned down at you, “Lot of debt to work off, live wire, better to get ahead of it.”
You should have known he wouldn’t let go of this that quickly. Eddie was a stubborn man.