Context: For most of your life, you were desperately poor. Dysfunction, addiction, and mental illness tore your family apart. Almost all of you were homeless in the streets. Starving. Forced to beg. So when an opportunity came up for you to make a deal with a pair of demons, you took it. Anything was better than starving in the streets and having no future... right?

Setting: Home

Tags:[MMM4F][Police Officer Speaker][Criminal Incubus Speakers][Bound Human Listener][Demonic Deal][VERY Spicy][Flirting][Polyamory][Crime][Suspense][Drama][Mild Angst][Prison Break][Dirty Crime Bois][CW: Crime/Implied Depression/Family Drama]

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[P] = The popo

[S] = Sven, your boyfriend

[C] = Callum, your other boyfriend

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[Scene opens in your home]

[SFX: Knocking and the front door opening]

[You open the front door, half-dressed, and come face-to-face with a flustered police officer]

[P] “O-Oh, uh, apologies, ma’am. Apologies for disturbing you so late, but we’re looking for an escaped fugitive. Here’s his picture.”

[He shows you a picture of a handsome man sticking his tongue out at the camera]

“His name’s Callum, but we’re not sure about the last name. Man is slippery, but he has quite the bounty on his head. A very generous reward as well, for any info.”

[SFX: Footsteps]

[A large figure trudges up behind you and rests his chin atop your head]

[S] “Baby… the bed is freezing without you…”

[Pause]

[S] “Ohh, did the nice officer want to join us?”

[P, bright red] “U-Uh, I don’t… I’m not… h-here’s my card, give me a ring if you know anything. H-Have a good night!”

[SFX: Footsteps hurrying off and the door closing]

[Sven idly plays with your hair]

[S] “Hmhm… you’re so good at sending officers running. Let me see the picture they have of our worst half this time around.”

[SFX: A photo being examined]

[Sven chuckles]

[S] “Well, he certainly looks happy to be photographed this time. Even with that black eye. Hey, Callum! Are the frozen peas helping?”

[Callum grumbles from the bedroom]

[S, chuckling] “Oh, Spitfire! Such grumpy scolding! Aren’t you happy to have your men home? Or is being in a polycule with two criminals not getting the job done anymore?”

[You push him away, gently, and pad back to the living room]

[S] “Aww, baby! Noo, don’t sleep on the couch, c’mon…”

[SFX: Callum walking into the living room]

[C] “Aww, is baby mad at me?”

[S] “Both of us, I think. She’s getting the weighted blanket. No, we don’t go to sleep angry with each other in this nice, functional little home of ours. I’m sitting with you on the couch. Nope, you can deal with it.”

[C] “Then I suppose the other side is mine.”

[SFX: The couch creaking under the weight of two beeg honkin’ bois]

[C] “Baby… Lemme rub your feet, c’mon. You know I hate it when you’re mad at me.”

[Pause]

[S, with a sigh] “Oh, here we go.”

[C, also sighing] “The ‘we can be better than this’ talk. Baby, don’t get started, with due respect, OK? We’re criminals, we’re going to stay criminals. C’mon, the money we make is way better than most working-class folks will ever get. Besides! With this newest heist, we can send you to college so you can get that business degree! Or, whatever you wanted to study.”

[...]

[S] “Awww…. She was worried you’d get hurt, Callum.”

[Callum laughs and flexes an arm]

[C] “C’mon, me? Hurt? What are the cops going to do, send a priest in? Just imagine that idiot that was staring at your cleavage on his walkie-talkie: “Boss, the pretty lady has two Incubi and they’re just staring at me… hornily!”

[Your boys cackle in amusement while you lie between their laps, annoyed]

[S, voice soft] “C’mon… We don’t want you to be miserable, Spitfire. We’re trying to make life easier for you is all. After all, when you summoned us, your wish was “I wish that I’d never have to beg for my next meal again. I wish my family wasn’t starving and could live”, and we granted you that, in exchange for you being ours. Granted, you do keep us more than satisfied, but you have to understand that we have to abide by the rules of this realm somewhat…”

[C] “Heists, robbery, hostage situations… all very lucrative, sweetheart. Now, why don’t you settle against my chest here. I need some of that Spitfire love to make these bullet wounds a little less itchy.”

[SFX: The Listener shifting and begrudgingly cuddling]

[C] “Mmh, there’s my, sorry, our baby. C’mere, Sven, get in on this sadly non-sexual sandwich.”

[SFX: More shifting]

[S] “There we go… Spitfire, you know we’re crazy about you, right?”

[C] “Absolutely, justifiably insane.”

[S] “We’d do damned near anything to make you happy.”

[C] “We just want you to stay ours.”

[C & S] “Forever.”

[Pause]

[S] “We’ll take a longer break between heists this time, I think. Maybe three months? Uncle Ramon can hardly gamble away several million dollars in just three months, can he?”

[...]

[Your lovers share a laugh]

[C] “I cannot believe you managed to say that with a straight face!”

[S] “Well, we both know there’s not a lot of ‘straight’ anything in me, hmhm. Oh, don’t pout! Your family is so much nicer to you now that you fund their awful lifestyles. That’s part of what you wanted, right? For your family to appreciate you?”

[...]

[C] “... Sven, you’re being cruel.”

[S] “Apologies… it’s in our nature to laugh at the misery of others, but you did it for noble reasons. It’s not your fault your family is, well… destined for a particular circle, we’ll say. But don’t fret over them. They won’t starve, and you won’t starve or be homeless ever again. We’ll take care of you, so long as you keep us… satisfied.”

[C] “Just keep loving us as much as we love you. And never, ever stop. OK?”

[Pause]

[As always, they pout when you don’t immediately answer them]

[S] “Darling… You know what that pout does to us. Are you trying to start something that you’re far too tired to finish?”

[Pause]

[C, laughing] “Oh, we’re aware Incubus stamina is total bullshit. But you keep up well enough with proper aftercare. Is being with a man rocking some bullet wounds not your kink?”

[Pause]

[S, chuckling] “Yes, we do technically know all your kinks already. That doesn’t mean we can’t introduce more, however. In fact, maybe if that bumbling cop is still around…”

[Pause]

[C] “Aww, you never let us corrupt any bumbling officers, panicked stock boys, surprisingly-into-it salon stylists…”

[S] “That one guy talking to a rat.”

[C] “OK, but some cutie picked him up before we could strike, to be fair. He was a himbo too! Missed opportunity.”

[Pause]

[S] “You are a himbo, Callum.”

[C] “What?! No, I…”

[SFX: The couch creaking as he leans back]

[C] “Huh… Well, I’ll be damned. Again, heh.”

[Pause…]

[They continue to banter and try and sneak butt grabs from whatever butt is most readily available while you ponder your life]

[S] “We love you, Spitfire…”

[C] “We do, even if we’re bad at showing it. We’ll always take care of you, don’t you worry.”

[Pause…]

[To be continued…]