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Constant transference between two strong-willed Warframes wasn’t… easy. He’d be controlling Orion when he realized he needed Sirius’ Light’s Sanctuary and would suddenly feel a metallic kick come crashing into him right before he took control of the other brother's body. This happened every time he used any of their abilities. The pain of the two brothers fighting shook him to his core, and the mental strain of constant transference was debilitating. Each time he went out on a mission with them, it’d end with him collapsing and shivering on the floor, barely being able to hear Ordis’ cries through the pain.
“This was a mistake,” the Drifter cries out, clutching his sides as the pain and exhaustion flood his body. It takes hours before he recovers, feeling his mind stabilize, and his body heal from the invisible wounds. The twins' personality and mannerisms are overbearing; he feels their rage and desire for competition each time he’s with them. Instead of getting to exercise that rage, he gets his ass kicked constantly; his conscience is constantly being toyed with and battered. Almost like they know what they’re doing to him.
After finally finding the strength to stand and a few trial transferences, he feels strong enough to take the twins out to the streets of Höllvania. The Scaldra burned around them when they heard Aoi’s voice ring through comms, saying they were halfway done. The twins and the Drifter brace themselves for the final wave of enemies when the Drifter suddenly feels newfound power coursing through his mind. They’ve begun to trust him—and have granted him a new ability. He channels the new power and enters Celestial Clash. He channels Orion’s power, dashing forward with his Wrath, sending out a burst of energy. Holy shit. He dashes forward again, turning Scaldra into a mist of red. Before he can attack again, Drifter feels a tug in his head that he can’t fight off. Switch. He can’t resist, and he feels the butt of Pride slam into him, sending his mind scrambling. If he could have the wind knocked out of him, he was sure he would be gasping and clawing at his throat in an attempt to get any air. He dashes forward with Sirius, disintegrating a group of enemies before dashing once more and allowing another group of enemies to meet their fates. Switch. If Drifter were corporeal right now, he could cry. He feels the blade of Wrath dig into his-no, Sirius’ side as he feels his consciousness being ripped apart as he returns to Orion. He channels what he thinks is a final dash, but is surprised when he-Orion and Sirius hook their scythes against each other, spinning in the air, and they finally slam into each other, forcing Drifter out and sending the man tumbling against the cobblestone roads of Höllvania.
“What the fuck is your problem?!” he screams, his body convulsing from the pain. The brothers merely circle around him from a distance. He summons his Atomicycle, hopping on and speeding down the streets, looking back every once in a while at the two twins eagerly following him. They never close the distance, but they certainly never lose ground. They’re toying with him. The Drifter struggles to maintain consciousness as he searches for his way out, panting heavily as the wind whips past his face. Suddenly, he hears Orion cast Event Horizon as it barrels towards him. He feels it suck him into and his Atomicycle into it, immobilizing them. “Fuck!” he yells as his whole body feels heavy, and he’s trapped. The twins are much closer to him now, their glowing eyes boring into his body.
“Quiet, Drifter.” Sirius’ voice rings out through Drifter’s head, invading his mind, causing a cry to escape his lips. The black hole keeping him pinned would be destroying his body if not for the void that lived within him. It doesn’t stop it from hurting, as he struggles and strains. Orion approaches first, caressing the Drifter’s face, lightly scratching him with his nails with each pass of his hand.
“Let me go,” he hisses, baring his teeth at the crimson red Warframe.
Orion grabs his jaw, nails digging in enough to draw blood. He watches the Drifter, the new thoughts filling the man's head, this time from Orion, “You think transference is a one-way street?”
“Foolish,” Sirius growls.
“Shut up and release me!” The Drifter yells, his head pounding as an ache spreads across his whole body.
Orion continues while ignoring his cries, “That little mess of a head told us you want this.” He digs his nails deeper, causing the Drifter to groan softly from the pain. He trails his hand to his neck, squeezing tightly. The Event Horizon disappears, and his Atomicycle crashes to the ground. The Drifter is still dangling in the air at the mercy of Orion. He kicks his feet and claws at Orion’s hand, desperate to get air, but he doesn’t budge. “You want us so bad and then when you’re given the opportunity you try and run away?” The Driter can only choke in response, too exhausted to void sling out.
“Poor little Drifter,” Sirius coos. “Are you gonna be good for us? Admit what you want?” The Drifter feels his consciousness begin to slip, he nods as much as he can under Orion’s deathly grasp. The Warframe releases him, letting the man fall at his feet. He coughs and gasps for air; the sound of his armor-clad body falling against the cobblestone roads is deafening. His Atomicycle sits a meter away with a few scuff marks on it. Probably from the black hole. He winces.
“On your feet, little one.” Drifter puts his hands in front of him to help push himself up but he wobbles for a moment, and then he manages to bring himself to stand.
His face is burning with heat, the warmth spreading to his ears and his crotch as the two brothers stare him down. “If you already know, then do I have to say it?”
“Yes,” the brothers hiss at the same time. Orion’s voice is lower and more demanding, but Sirius still commands respect.
“Fuck… I… want you both to-to fuck me.” The Drifter’s voice is small as he says it, but as the final syllable leaves his mouth, the two Warframes are on top of him, tearing off his armor and seeing who can take off the most pieces. The Drifter can only whine as the warm summer air comes across his bare skin and the nails of the two Warframes scratch into him.
He’s finally naked, and he sees them both standing over him. “I win,” Orion says plainly. If Sirius could roll his eyes, the Drifter was sure he would at this very moment. He almost laughs as he imagines the jade warframe sulking, but his humorous thoughts are cut short when Orion continues, “I get his pussy first.” His eyes widen, and his hand shoots to cover his bare crotch.
“Don’t be shy, Drifter,” Sirius says. He kneels and grabs his wrist, and tears it away from his crotch. As Sirius grips his wrists, Orion wheels the Atomicycle closer, securing the kickstand at a good spot. Sirius hoists up the Drifter, forcing him to bend over perpendicular to the Atomicycle. His stomach is pushed against the fabric of the seat, and he groans.
“Fuck,” the Drifter mumbles at the force of Sirius’ hands. He secures himself by planting his hands at either end and mumbles curses to distract himself from how wet he is.
“Stay still, pet,” Orion hisses. He circles around the Drifter until he approaches his backside. He sees the way his back arches and shows off his ass cheeks and his holes; it shows the way his cunt glistens in the sun. His hands, cold and hard, run over his ass, nails scratching softly. Sirius approaches his front side and lifts his chin up, digging his nails in and forcing him to look at him. Their eyes meet, and Sirius can see the lust in his eyes.
“So hungry,” he coos. He moves the cloth that covers his groin and unveils his cock, it’s long and girthy, with a bead of precum that sits at the tip and glows a soft green. He presses it against his cheek, smearing the precum. The Drifter takes in the surprisingly musky smell eagerly, looking up at Sirius. Behind him, he feels what must be Orion’s cock sliding between his ass and two hands digging into his sides, drawing blood from how hard he grabs, sending the warm liquid oozing down his hips. He grits his teeth from the pain but focuses on the cock in front of him, waiting for it to breach his lips as it rubs against his cheeks.
He feels Orion’s cock catch on his entrance once or twice, but he never pushes it in. Sirius mirrors his brother's actions, not once pushing his cock into Drifter’s mouth more than a quarter of an inch. The Drifter whines at each tease, until finally he breaks. “Please just put them in,” he begs, his entire body feeling hot and needy. The two Warframes look at each other as they both push themselves into him, his eyes going wide at the sheer size of both of them. Orion feels impossibly big inside of his tight hole, even with the amount of slick that was formed. He clenches down on his cock, his walls fluttering with each slight movement. He’d be mewling in pleasure if it weren’t for Sirius’ equally big cock invading his mouth, filling his throat. He looks up at Sirius as he pushes his cock deeper until Drifter’s nose is against his metallic groin, tears welling in his eyes. His jaw aches as drool drips down from his lips and falls from his chin to the cobblestone road. He whines at the intruder behind him around Sirius’ cock as the tears roll down his face, beginning to lose air and start to gag as he loses his concentration. Sirius takes the hint after slowly thrusting his hips a couple of times and further hitting the flesh of his throat and pulls out, a string of saliva collecting the Drifter’s tongue to Sirius’ cock. Despite him pulling out, Orion doesn’t stop, even opting to fuck him harder, causing him to whine and unconsciously jerk his hips from the stimulation. Orion pushes down on Drifter’s back, allowing him to get an angle where he brushes against his G-spot. He wants to let out a visceral cry as soon as he brushes against it, and his stomach does flips. His breathing is fast and uneven, and his grip tightens on the Atomicycle, steadying himself before Sirius pushes his cock back into his mouth, putting his hand under his chin to make the Drifter look up at him and to get a deeper angle into his throat.
“So good for us,” Orion’s voice rings through Drifter’s head. The Warframes are silent, only communicating through the lingering effects of Transference directly into Drifter’s brain. The birds of Höllvania sing as the Drifter’s tight hole makes obscene squelching sounds to the rhythm of Orion’s thrusts. The fact that the area is silent besides him humiliates him and causes his insides to flutter against Orion and his stomach to twist into knots. The praise causes him to lose focus, and he feels himself gag on Sirius’ cock, making him release his chin to grip his hair with his left hand and plug Drifter’s nose with the other.
“You were made for cock, and now you’re gagging on it?” Sirius sneers, tightening his grasp on the man’s hair. He thrusts his hips all the way in, earning him a weak whine from the Drifter.
“So ungrateful,” Orion hisses. He smacks his ass, smearing the crimson blood across his cheeks, causing the Drifter to cry out, the vibrations humming around Sirius’ cock. It twitches in his mouth, worsening the gagging, so he pulls out halfway this time and stays still.
The Drifter can only look up at him, pleading with his eyes, trying to say “I’m sorry” the best way he could. He sucks his cheeks in and swirls his tongue, taking it slow on his cock. Orion continues fucking into him, his cock twitching inside of him. Each twitch causes his cunt to spasm around him hungrily, like he wants to milk him dry. Each heavy thrust sends him moaning around Sirius’ cock, until all three of them feel their movements get sloppier. The Drifter whines, feeling his walls spasm and twitch, hearing more and more slick come out with each thrust.
“Take it,” Sirius hisses as he grabs the Drifter’s hair to fuck into his throat. He pushes his cock in all the way, restricting Drifter’s airflow. He whines as Orion grabs his hips harshly again and thrusts into him harder, smacking his ass every once in a while, his ass stinging and turning red. His eyes roll back into his head as he feels the need to pee spreading throughout his stomach, knowing that he’s going to cum if Orion doesn’t stop. He whines, hips bucking at the excess stimulation. Orion snakes his hand around the Drifter’s front side until it finds refuge on his swollen clit, rubbing merciless circles against him. Drifter’s eyes roll back into his head, continuing to buck into Orion’s hand as his moans fall silent against Sirius’ cock. He cries, knuckles turning white against the Atomicycle, and he feels the desire in his body reach its peak.
“Gonna cum, Drifter?” Orion hisses.
“How sweet, he needs us,” Sirius’ thoughts ring out in his head in a low drawl.
The Drifter whines as his cunt spasms against Orion’s cock, his legs attempting to close, and his thighs twitching wildly. Orion’s grip tightens on his hips and Sirius grips his hair, forcing his cock further into his throat. Tears filled his eyes as the two cocks slam into him, his clit throbs under Orion’s metallic fingers are cold and hard against him, the pleasure making him whine out. As the air starts to dissipate from his lungs, his pleasure heightens, and he feels his orgasm coming, his cunt twitching and spasming hungrily as his slick leaks out of him, the sound filling the street. Orion and Sirius let out noises that align with a laugh, and they fuck into him harder, the stimulation almost making him collapse if not for the two Warframes holding him up. He whines and cries, his grip on the Atomicycle weakening. The two Warframes’ hips begin to stutter, with Sirius tightening his grip on his hair as he cums first, his hot cum shooting into his mouth. He thrusts weakly, attempting to milk the rest out as he stays in the Drifter’s mouth, making sure he swallows his salty cum. He obliges, swallowing eagerly, and as he swallows the last drop, Orion cums deep and hard inside of his tight cunt, making him whine. They both pull out, Orion’s cum dripping out of his hole, and Sirius backs away, letting the Drifter have some air.
“I win,” Sirius says as he turns his gaze to Orion.
“I know how it is. You get him next time.”
The Drifter’s stomach does a somersault as he puts his clothes back on. He opts to secure his armor on the back of his Atomicycle, not wanting the extra weight on his exhausted body. “Thanks,” he mumbles, before getting on his Atomicycle and extracting; the two Warframes, following suit.
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The Drifter returns to the shift, stumbling and his hair a mess. Blood has soaked through the sides of his closed. He looks like shit.
“Operator! What happened?!” The Cephalon’s shell comes whizzing in front of Drifter’s face, the lights in his eyes contorting to show his worry.
“Don’t worry about it, Ordis…” The Drifter can’t help but smile.