Now, I'm no naïve little girl, but I will admit that my pride can, every once in awhile, short circuit my brain. And if I didn't know better, in retrospect, I'd think Toga was in on this one. I mean, geez, Raj disappears midday to go hang out with her and I don't suspect something's up? What the hell was I thinking? Not like he doesn't dig her, cause he really does, but that paired with the weirdness already going on in my house shoulda clued my ass in.

Which is where hubris comes in. Pride goeth before a fall and all that rot. Okay, this is so not what that quote was referring to, but goddamn, I'm not sure how my brain's even functioning anymore. I know I couldn't move if I had to. If there was a fire right now, either they'd have to cart me out on their shoulders or I'd roast, cause I am beyond the point of motor skills.

And speaking of hubris, my own clone is sitting on his ass across the room, watching avidly and not lifting a finger to help me. He is so in the Bastard Club now. Him and the clone who's currently doing his famous teeth maneuver on my neck while Will is nipping his way across my torso. They've been at this for hours. Oh I know, poor me, but dear God, I'm about to burst. Again. For like…fuck, are there numbers that high?

See what I mean? I can't even count anymore. I'm so broken. And it's all their fault. Well, no, it's my fault for pushing them all together, my fault for loving them all and dear god, my fault for not seeing this coming from a mile away. Which is probably just about how far away the people can hear me screaming.

Despite what you might think, this is not one of my slashalistic adventures. They haven't touched each other, only me, which is why I'm currently only able to make monosyllabic grunting noises. Fangy bites a nipple and I suck in a sharp breath, writhing my body as best I can.

He turns to Will and grins. "Think she's ready?"

"Perhaps her mate could provide more insight."

My eyes fly to Raj, who's starting to unroll his lithe body from the chair. Shit. If I was in trouble before, I have no idea what I'm in now, but something tells me I'm in it deep. Normally, I'd be fighting like a hellcat for control at this point, but they were smart. There's no need for restraints if you screw me into complacency. I watch him prowl towards the bed and oh boy, does my ass start clenching. In fact, my entire body tenses in anticipation as he slowly begins to strip clothes off.

"One would think you were afraid of us, Darkness," my lover whispers in my ear.

His opposite, my fighter, chuckles and shakes his head. "Oh, no, mate. She's excited; take a whiff."

They share a knowing look when I press my thighs together, hoping to put a damper on the wave of apprehension and lust surging through me. There's absolutely nothing I can say at this point that will be of any consequence, much less make sense. I'm totally overwhelmed and it takes a lot to do that to me. Hello? Regular swimmer in a sea of Spikes here.

But this…this is something so different, it's not even on the same scale much less the same level. It's terrifying because it means they've all gotten in. All three of them have made it past the dogs and the fence and the alarms; here they are, storming the castle together and there's no way I'm getting out of this with my virtue intact, so to speak. Okay, so that's was a bad metaphor, but I'm allowing myself a little slack because Will and Fangy are back to their tricks, nibbling at the most sensitive spots along my neck and shoulders as they wait for Raj.

My mate crawls onto the bed, looming over me and I look at them each in turn. My heart feels like it's going to fly out of my chest at any second and breathing is starting to get hard. This wouldn't be so nerve wracking if I couldn't see it for what it was. I've just about convinced myself that I could bolt when I feel my lover's hand sneak down and clasp mine. Suddenly, everything comes back into focus. I trust them; I can do this. A shaky smile forms on my lips and Raj leans down, placing his forehead against mine.

"For you, my love," he whispers against my lips and my eyes flutter shut, surrendering to whatever it is they have planned.

He kisses me deeply before sitting up, pulling me with him. My boys follow and it barely registers as he hands Will something behind my back. There are hands everywhere and I'm immersed in feeling. I know I'm drowning and for the first time, I don't care. I just want to keep sinking.

Before I know it, Raj has me kneeling over him and is thrusting upward, impaling me on his lap. I let out a throaty moan, intending to lift myself and slam down onto him. Soft hands on my hips stop me and I gasp as Will slides in from behind. The only thought that goes through my mind is how in the hell did he apply that lube without making that silly squirting sound, and holy jesus, could I get any fuller? My head lolls to side a bit and I get the answer to that question when Fangy's cock pokes at my lips. Can anyone say 'airtight'? God knows I can.

I open my mouth hungrily, licking the most sensitive spot and he growls loudly. My lover and my mate start to move slowly in opposition to each other and I swear to god, a full symphony is playing in my head. I'm being fucked six ways from Sunday and it's all I can do not to die of pleasure right there. My whole body is shuddering and it's possible that I'm having multiple orgasms simultaneously. I keep licking, sucking and biting on my fighter, cause even when my brain's incoherent, it always seems to know how to give a good BJ. I think it's my superhero talent or something.

Just as I think that he's about to lose control, Fangy pulls out, panting heavily. I take a deep breath, trying to focus enough to ask what's going on when I hear twin snarls, followed by that funny little half growl that I've only heard once before. I blink rapidly, trying to figure out what's going on. Before I can even start to comment, Raj and Will being thrusting more rapidly and the reaction of my body clears all the questions from my mind. All I can manage to do is whimper and shudder and go along for whatever ride they're taking me on.

Panting, my fighter leans over and runs his tongue over his marks on the back of my neck. I can feel the points of his fangs just barely touch my skin and it sends a shiver down my spine. The thrusting slows and I feel the ridges on my mate's forehead nuzzle the column of my neck. I'm not sure how they do it, but they all bite down on their marks at the same time and at that instant, my brain completely shuts off. An unearthly shriek rips from my throat before fireworks explode behind my eyes, bathing my whole field of vision in white, then it all goes dark.

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When I start to crawl my way out of the cobwebs that have formed in my mind, I find myself ensconced by warm bodies on all sides. The slight throbbing and stinging that lingers from the previous activities isn't as unpleasant as I would have expected it to be, and I'm still floating around on my heady euphoria.

I open my eyes slowly, noting Fang curled up in his new favorite spot, sprawled between my legs with his head on my tummy. Sliding my fingers to his hair, I run them through the soft locks, elicting a quiet purr. I start to tell them all how amazing this was when I discover that I've lost my voice. I automatically sign 'Well fuck', which is about the extent of my signing capabilities unless I'm asking for coffee or sex. Unfortunately, it seems my companions are even less versed in sign, cause they're looking at me as if I've lost it.

I tug on Raj's arm and he looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to say what I want. For such a mind reading bastard, he certainly seems clueless right now. I mouth a few curses words, hoping they'll catch on; but no, still getting the 'huh?' stare. Finally, I make a crude gesture with my hands to get my point across. There. That should do it. They'd have to be retarded to misread this one.

Fangy snorts from my lap. "Again? Bloody hell woman, you just came to!"

Oh good Lord. Retarded it is then.

I shake my head vehemently and Raj chuckles. I wrap my fingers around my throat, hoping the Einsteins will figure it out, but all I get is another growl from the clone in my lap.

"I did not choke you! You don't even have a gag reflex, you over dramatic-"

I mimick shooting myself in the head. At this point, I'm pretty sure it'd be more effective than what I'm currently doing. I swear my whole life is a French farce in the making.

Will cuts him off before he digs himself in any further by saying, "I believe she's trying to convey that she has lost her ability to speak."

"Oh, so you know her so much better now just cause she said she-" he starts to retort, giving the longer haired clone a dirty look.

"I did not say that. I merely suggested that-"

My mate cuts them off, shaking his head ruefully. "Alright, Felix and Oscar, I think she is voiceless. Cause at this point she would have said something."

I nod vigorously, feeling like a complete moron, and they all laugh. This earns them a glare, which they ignore completely. Bastards. My eyes narrow and I start contemplating how one of these days, I'll get them all back.

Suddenly, my lover lifts his head from my shoulder and looks at Raj. "You realize what this means?"

He lifts his head and his eyes meet Will's. The grin that spreads across his face is pure evil and I feel my body tingle in response. "It means that she can't tell us what not to do," he replies gleefully.

Fangy leaps up from the bed and throws open the armoire, rubbing his hands together eagerly. "Right then. So what are we using to tie her down?"

I look form my mate to my lover to my fighter, and swallow hard. Just when I think I've gotten into the most trouble possible, they get out the shackles.

Am I lucky or what?