After a brief kiss, Osamu pulled away as suddenly as he had with Lance, humbling me now to his level. "Mn-! Baby, look at what you've got!" he exclaimed for the whole room and all the spirits to hear.

My face turned red and I looked down at my lap to see for myself. Yep. If a boner was a tent, I had a two story house. I brought my hands up to my lap to try and cover it up, squeezing my thighs together around the throbbing erection.

"I cannot believe you're trying to cover yourself." Lance scoffed from next to me, crossing his legs like the bitch he is.

"Baby, don't cover yourself up." Osamu gently cooed to me, his hand softly pulling up my hands off my lap. "We have to take care of you. It's our responsibility, afterall."

Osamu guided my hips and legs around in his lap so that I began straddling him, my hands daintily falling on his shoulders like falling leaves. One hand on my hip, he caressed my clothed cock. His face was content, with a calm smile as he watched his hand perform small miracles on the lump.

All the while, Lance was watching Osamu's hand, too, one of his angular brows arched up as he stared in silence.

Feeling much like a spectacle, I turned my head to face Lance, looking back at him with soft eyes.

While most people would look away, Lance, of course, only kept his hawk eyes glued to me like an old man to a TV. "We should both take care of him." he declared faintly to Osamu even though he was staring at me.

"What a great idea! I bet Vigil would be so cute." he replied, his hands now working together to open up my jeans.

I broke eye contact with Lance and looked down at my thigh. My cheeks and forehead were hotter than a forest fire and Osamu lifted up my hips to pull down my pants and underwear, completely exposing my lower half to the bother of them. Although, my erection being freed to the open air did feel marginally better.

Lightly coating his lips with his tongue like a posh dog, Lance leaned over to me, his pale hand reaching out to wrap around my cock. Surprisingly, even after what we just did with Osamu, his skin was still faintly chilly.

While Lance slowly pulled my foreskin and pushed it back over my cock, Osamu held steady on my hips to keep me upright. His right hand smoothly rubbed over my cheeks.

If I closed my eyes and imagined Lance wasn't there, and if it was Osamu and I alone, it was almost comforting.

As Lance started to lightly tease my tip each time he reached the top, in my neediness, I began to rock my hips forward and backwards over Osamu's lap in small motions to not get scolded for being too squirmy. My eyes fluttered and rolled up to meet Osamu's eyes to try and catch his attention.

I want more.

Usually at about this time, I would get so disgusted I stepped back to let Vigil take over with his lust and blood induced instinct, but this time was different. While even though I could distantly hear him telling me to let him forward it was like a tornado siren from miles away. I was too engrossed in my own lust and want to even process the words he was vainly yelling at me.

I want more!

Osamu's lips parted into a grimace the longer we made eye contact. He could see it in my eyes how lust filled I was and how I craved to be fucked. "Be still, darling, so I can finger you." he soothed me in a voice softer than silk but deeper than the ocean.

"Yes, Daddy." I twittered back, trapping my bottom lip between my incisors to make up for myself keeping my hips perfectly still for my two masters.

"If he's 'Daddy,' what am I?" Lance snapped, his blue eyes physically stabbing me.

I darted my eyes over at him, my heart skipping with terror. "Daddy. D-Daddy, too."

He squinted his eyes at me suspiciously. "Good answer..." he mumbled, still not sold on my genuine answer.

Lance slowly tore his eyes away from me to look over at Osamu, his hand sliding off my now fully erect cock. My skin shuddered yearningly from the loss of contact, forcing me to clench my body tight so that I didn't squirm like Osamu had told me. Thankfully, since my hole was also clenched, Osamu didn't try to jam his finger inside.

Osamu turned to look back at Lance, a curious look on his face.

"This angle is uncomfortable for my wrist. Why don't we do this standing up?"

Osamu's brows furrowed. "'Standing up..?'"

"Like this."

Hand pushing off the soft sofa, Lance came to his feet. The same hand now gliding up my cozy, dark blue sweater sleeve, trailing to the low collar. His finger hooked around the gold chain, lightly yanking me up and out of Osamu's lap and onto my own feet. My heart sank into my knees as my hands were pried from his shoulders and his my hips. By my luxurious chain, Lance led me over to the TV that was still on at a low volume. He silently pointed at it, snapping his dry fingers.

Not knowing what he wanted, I hesitated before trepidatiously placing my hands around the sides. When I twisted my neck to check if I was doing it right, Lance had already brought his hand down, now folding it in his armpit, his own head twisted to look at Osamu, who was directly behind me, getting a full view of my bare ass while the TV was lighting up a view of my now only half hard cock.

The longer he looked at me, the wider his smirk got, his teeth flashing out. He rose to his feet, walking over to me without taking his eyes off me, I doing much of the same over my shoulder.

Meanwhile, Lance watched him stroll over to me blankly from the side.

"I like this, Lance." Osamu said, one hand wrapping around my hip while the other rubbed up and down over the terribly plush wool of my dark blue and white patterned sweater. "Why don't I take him from the back while you show him your wonderful skills, baby?"

Without a word, Lance brought his hands down and dropped to his knees in front of me, now in between me and the TV.

Osamu took a tiny step back, bringing my hips with him. A little surprised at first, I kept my hands on the TV and let him stretch out my spine to give Lance a little more room so that he didn't bump his head on the screen as he blew me.

From the floor, Lance took my half erection in his thumb, middle, and index fingers, lifting it up so he could wrap his dry lips around the head. Noticing how my head was craned down at watch Lance work, his blue marbles slowly rolled up to lock eyes with my red ones as he gave the sensitive spot a gentle suckle and tongue wag.

Meanwhile, at the other end of my body, Osamu gently eased in his whole middle finger into my entrance after wetting it with his own saliva. After the initial entry, he began tenderly curling and relaxing the finger.

At first, there was only a bit of discomfort down there, but since I never felt pain as vividly as others, it quickly subsided and the only thing left was mild pleasure. My body fluttering from the hips, I shut my eyes, sighing in ecstacy.

Osamu slowly added another digit. With his ring and middle fingers now both inside, his thumb rested on the bottom of my spine, soothingly rubbing back and forth. "What a sweet boy." he whispered, leaning down to give the exposed skin on my lower neck a tender kiss.

My lips curled up into a little smile and I lifted my head up to face the wall ahead of me. Something about Osamu and his kind, loving nature made me blossom in the most beautiful way.

At that time, Lance slid his mouth all the way down my cock, sending chills through me strong enough to roll my spine. He grabbed my left thigh with his hand, the other hand holding the very base of my cock as he began quickly running up and down my length just as he did Osamu a few minutes ago.

I had no idea it felt this good.

Osamu, seeing as Lance was taking it up a notch, matched that by flicking his wrist, pulling and pushing his fingers in my ass.

Now being fucked from both ends, my fingers curled tighter around the box until they were pink at the tips, my upper back arched and my lips pressed tightly together as a hum reverberated through them, escaping out into the room.

As always, my little noises spurred Osamu on even more and without much median between adjusting to being fucked so nicely from both ends, he began slamming his hand into my sensitive hole.

My eyelids flew open with a gasp and a loud moan. "!! Mmmmn-ah! Fuck!" My knees began to buckle each time Osamu pounded into me, forcing them together as my toes curled into the carpet below me.

Lance, now having an awful angle to try and blow me at, gripped my right thigh, lifting it and resting it on his shoulder so that I didn't have so much pressure on myself. I would've thanked him, but I was a little too busy moaning my voice out. Now that Lance didn't have to hold onto my thigh, his left hand glided up the leg wrapped around his shoulder and reached under my ass, gently brushing his fingers against my testes.

Little bolts of electricity skittered up and down my torso and I no longer had control over my hips, so they mindlessly pressed against Lance's face, surely pushing him back.

From behind, Osamu reached across my back from my hip, gripping my shoulder as the hand in my ass quit pounding to give me a moment of respite before the wriggling fingers found my sweet spot.

"Aah~!!" I moaned out, my back arching again and my hips bucking back into Osamu's hand, leaving Lance in my dust. "Daddy! Daddy~!"

Lance wrapped his hand around my slick cock, rolling his palm over my slit that was wet with precum. His cold eyes were glued onto me and my face as I moaned out into the room.

"Daddy, Daddy~!! Fuck~!" I nearly yelled in raw pleasure. My voice had so much volume, it almost completely washed out the already soft commentary of the TV in front of me.

Almost furiously, Lance threw down my leg and shifted to my left side, now pumping up and down my wet cock faster than ever. It was like a blur of intense pleasure all over my sensitive flesh, sending me straight into my climax.

I threw my head back once more before hanging it low, my hips jutting forward as I released my pent up lead onto the TV screen. My insides clenched and my fingers painfully gripped the sides of the TV box as every fiber in me from head to toe worked to squeeze out the heavy strings of cum onto the glass directly in front of me.

Osamu slowed to a stop before pulling out his fingers from my ass and Lance milked me dry as I came down from my climax. After a few breaths, I slowly opened my eyes and looked down at the TV screen and the cum slowly trailing down the glass. I had ejaculated all over a rerun of the Johnny Carson Show and a part of me shuddered where I stood.

Poor Johnny...

Johnny wasn't wise to what happened, thankfully. "Never use a big word when a little filthy one will do." was all he said before the crowd broke out in hysterical laughter.

Before I could recuperate, Osmau tapped my shoulder to get my attention, causing me to groggily jump and contort my stiff neck to my right side.

"Who was better?" Osamu asked me in a serious tone, hunched over my back.

"'Better..?'" I repeated.

"Who was 'Daddy?'" Lance interrogated me from my left.

My brows knitted together in muddled confusion. "Wh- You're both 'Daddy.' I-I don't know who was better.. You both made me feel so good."

Neither of them seemed to like my vague answer, their brows pinching into a scowl as they receded from my body like a wave sinking into the ocean from the sandy shore.

"We'll never get a straight answer from you, will we?" Osamu grumbled disapprovingly to me, my heart shattering and yet racing with panic.

"He's obviously just trying to appease both of us." the blond devil from my side pointed out.

Osamu didn't stand to stay there any longer, turning around to plop himself back down on the couch. He placed my jeans on the cushion next to him, an oddly blank expression on his face which made me question whether this was reality or a dream.

I wasn't aware there was a competition...

It was then that the faint chuckle of Vigil came flooding back to its regular volume. I hated him. He always kicked me when I was down. It was never enough that I was already stressed out of my wits. He always had something to turn against me.

-Fool.-