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"Uh...however y'all want. I'm easy." That much is pretty obvious with how he was so comfortable sprawling and tangling himself with both of them. He likes men, he likes women, he wants both of them more than he can properly articulate- whatever they want? he wants.

Carolina snorted at that, nudging York in the ribs. She got a thoughtful look though. "C'mere Wash."

He looked at her uncertainly and she hastened the process by cupping her hand against the back of his head and drawing him in for a long slow kiss.

"...Okay this is. Way hotter than I imagined." He had to sit back and. Stare. For a moment. Becuase good goddamn, that's hot. he'll slip in after a moment but-.

Dreams come true, right here.

Wash looks a little startled at first, but then leans into the kiss, returning it hesitantly. He'd never imagined ever being able to kiss Carolina. She tasted good. Felt amazing and he might have moaned just a little. When they part, he's left breathless, tongue flicking out against his lips while she turns her attention to York.

"You too."

"Yes ma'am." He doesn't need to be told twice, leaning in and nuzzling along her jaw. Not wanting to leave out Wash he slips a hand up to curl in his hair, dragging his nails along his scalp.

Carolina tilts her head and gives him that moment before she catches his lips with her own in a deep kiss. They'd never had chance back in the project. She'd given up the thought of there ever being a chance, what with having assumed that York was dead, and then her enemy. But now? She's going to make up for it.

Wash shivers at the contact and leans in towards him, watching them both with half lidded eyes.

He could try to guide this but- he's always wanted to have her crash over him. Take charge in every which way. She commands the kiss, slick and warm and real as he pulls Wash closer still, pulling away to twist and press their lips together. The taste of Carolina on Wash's mouth is-

Okay he's more than a little hard in his slacks right now, not gonna lie.

It's hot, really hot, watching them like this. It's the kind of thing he'd never even thought of before. Felt like intruding, even if he's not gonna deny he's jacked off a few times thinking of some of the others in the project. They were some of the best of the UNSC military, and they damn well looked like it. Competence is a turn-on.

He kisses York back, tongue flicking into his mouth, sharing him between them. It's a hot thought, and he and Carolina have worked well together.

From kissing to touching is an easy transition, one of his hands sliding low on Carolina's back to massage the skin there- the other catching at the side of Wash's throat, dragging down his chest to pinch his nipples. Delve further to other, harder things. What he was nuzzling and teasing earlier. No reason not to have it now.

He lets York pull him in, and ends up hissing against Carolina's mouth when York teases at his nipples until they're peaked. Carolina distracts him enough that he doesn't notice the slow slide of York's hand until it's stroking against his dick, teasing at the sensitive flesh.

Carolina keeps kissing him, then switches to kiss York again, her hands stroking firmly down his back to squeeze his ass.

A lot ot keep track of, Carolina and Wash- so much he wants to touch, so much he wants to taste. He leans in where he's pulled and keeps his hands busy- one working over Wash's dick and the other daring to drift up and curl in Carolina's hair. His touch with Wash is familiar, affectionate- with Carolina?

It's reverent. Awed.

Wash gives a low groan and rocks against York's hand, desperate for more of that touch. He presses his lips fervently against York's neck, desperate kisses against his skin. He just needs the reminder that they're here, that this is real and maybe he has another chance.

Carolina lets the kiss linger, her own hand curling against the back of York's neck to hold him. "You're wearing too much York."

"So is that an order to get naked?" He smirks even as he untangles himself from them, rolling off the bed to peel his shirt up good and slow. It's not much of a striptease but it's something. To show he's putting in an effort. That he wants this good. Fun. That he wants to show off.

"Absolutely," she replies, warmth obvious in her voice.

Wash lets York pull away, albeit reluctantly and watches him pull his shirt off. Sure, he's seen York naked before, but there's something special about this, about watching him tease and play.

When he's done he sits back and pulls his own shirt off, a little less self-assured than York is, but still taking his time on it.

Shirt and sweats come right off and, hey, he's never been a big fan of boxers if he didn't have to wear them. All this skin and all these scars but it's all for them as he slides onto the bed, drawing his hands up Wash's ribs to nuzzle at his shoulder. "Gorgeous. Both of you, so goddamn pretty. The hell did I do to deserve this?"

Wash smiles, leans against him, warm skin and scars but he's never thought those were a deterrent. He wouldn't be York without them.

He shares a look with Carolina at that because really? Can't York figure it out? "You kind of saved us."

"Well- I wasn't gonna leave you both behind again." He had his issues, he was still angry, but he can't blame them for being used. He blames himself more than anything else. "Not like that. Not with him."

With Hargrove. No, York wouldn't have. And there's so much there that still needs to be fixed, still can't think too badly about him without their minds shying away from it. But it's a start.

"But you could have," Carolina says firmly. "Plenty of people had. He has more than enough people working for him." And not one of them had spoken against what was happening.

"Just means we got a lotta people we need to kill to make this right." That- that shouldn't be his first thought. Find the work around. Pop the lock, expose the goods. Not- murder.

But it fits the anger in his gut, the possessive clench of his hands around theirs.

"Pretty much," Wash agrees, not noticing anything wrong with York's assertion. They'd killed enough people already, what were a few more? "Most of the mercs are being paid or being promised other things," he says, chewing pensively on his lip. "Freedom, having a record expunged. A lot of them are ex-UNSC." And Charon had promised them a life when they couldn't adjust to being a civilian anymore. "But there's plenty are employed directly for Charon."

"We'll take care of it. Make things right." He tugs Wash that much closer, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "Make them pay."

Vicious vengeance isn't his bag- but maybe now it matters. Because they hurt people that were his. No one gets to do that.

Somehow, and he's not sure why this should be any different, but when York says it, Wash thinks he can believe it. There's a cool certainty about him right now and it's easy to sink into that, wrap it around himself protectively.

He tilts his head back, exposing his throat and giving a needy little groan when York kisses him.

Before it'd been an idle thought. Now? Now it's a plan. They'll make it happen. Cut Hargrove down for size, put HIM in the chair.

See how he likes it when his brain's being scrambled.

it's cold and hard and vicious and Delta- tucks it away along every other plan they've made for future consideration. Right now there's skin to touch and taste and tease, D sitting happily in the back of York's mind, cataloging what stimuli gets the strongest response and pointing it out idly to York so his hands can move to repeat the gesture or explore further.

To wring out more.

It feels better than ever right now. Maybe it's just that they have time and honesty between them right now and they can enjoy it so much better when they're not lying to each other. Wash sprawls himself back along he bed, stretched out and pliant beneath York while Carolina presses up against York's back, heat and curves barely hidden by her t-shirt.

And York seeks out the best places, like he just knows which spots will make them moan and shiver. Which places to lick and suck, which spots to bite down on.

He settles between Wash's thighs, biting and licking bruises from his throat to his navel, Carolina a distracting set of murmurs and soft hands, touching him, instructing him- apparently she's dreamed of this as much as he has. If not quite this way, specifically. He can't fault her. Wash is gorgeous every which way and has this look about him that makes people want to take care of him.

For Carolina and York it's a bit more thorough than most. He nudges her up to start kissing Wash, distracting him there while York slid off Wash's sweats and gets down to licking his cock, calculations and intuition going a mile a minute to leave him absolutely boneless.

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