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He worries.
As soon as he finds out that Vesseek has been taken, and realises that he’ll see them again and with Sasha at his side, he worries.
They’ve never exactly been exclusive. He knows that Vesseek’s had other partners in the time he’s been travelling. But there’s something about Sasha. Something different.
He’s never asked Vesseek to join the Cult of Artemis.
So he worries.
But they’ve both always been good at turning his expectations on their head.
Vesseek takes one look at how he interacts with Sasha in quarantine, the way he curls into her side that first night to sleep without thinking, and smiles a secret smile at him that tells him everything he needs to know.
The next night they beat him to it, giving Sasha big pleading eyes and curling into the arm she lifts for them, grinning at him when she rests her cheek against the top of their head and makes a muttered comment about how Grizzop never told me how soft you are, mate.
By the time they make it out of quarantine with Curie, he’s twitchy, anxious. His fingers itch with the remembered feeling of them. His cock aches to be inside them. And from taking one look at them, they know it too.
Only they won’t bloody leave Sasha alone.
They’ve got a lot of gall to be stealing her attention when they clearly know just by looking that there’s something between him and Sasha. Every time he tries to find either one of them alone for five minutes the other appears and he’s lost in stories and drinking and watching each of them smile.
He’s so gone, for both of them. It’s pathetic.
“Grizzop?”
He looks up from maintenance on his bow, finding Vesseek standing in the doorway of his room at the inn. Then, without speaking, Sasha melts out of the shadows and stands beside them, hand over their shoulder.
“We were thinking…” They continue, looking up at Sasha and then back at him, a smirk tugging at the corner of their lips.
“Room for three in that bed, mate?”
He puts his bow aside, sets one elbow on his thigh and rests his chin on his hand before shooting them a considering look. “You two seducing me?”
“Yeah,” Sasha says, looking at if she’s just holding back on rolling her eyes. “Thought that was obvious.”
“Can’t believe you beat me to it.” He mutters, watching Vesseek laugh and shoot forward, launching themself into his lap.
He’s not sure what he expected. He knows Vesseek inside out but apparently some time between Rome and Japan Vesseek and Sasha have become… acquainted. He watches the way they kiss down her stomach and dive between her legs, sucking at her slick skin and he can’t help but laugh when she flails out a hand and curses, gripping his wrist and tugging him in for a kiss.
After all, he knows just how good they are with their mouth.
He pulls away when Sasha gasps and rears back, not quite sure where to settle his eyes. All he knows is that he could watch the pair of them forever. Could watch her writhe and laugh and wind her fingers into their fur til the end of his days.
Or at least he would. If Vesseek didn’t keep wiggling their arse and shooting him little looks when they pull back to breathe.
He knows what to do with that.
By the time he’s inside them, Sasha is shuddering apart beneath them, and they’re working her through the overstimulation and beyond it. Grizzop watches them chase some of the strangled sounds that they’ve managed to steal from her throat with a sense of pride, in both of them.
Grizzop holds Vesseek’s hips and grinds into them, watching the beautiful flush that’s spreading over Sasha’s chest, smoothing his hands up Vesseek’s back just for the simple pleasure of seeing the way their fur parts to his fingers.
“Stop, stop.” Sasha laughs eventually, and Vesseek immediately heaves up, leaning forward to rest their chin on her stomach. She reaches out to cup their cheek, eyes darkly appraising. “Gods. Made a mess of you.”
“It was my distinct pleasure.” They laugh, but it morphs into a moan when Grizzop rocks harder.
“Should’ve done this ages ago,” Grizzop mutters, lost in the sensation of their cunt rippling around him.
“Yeah well you didn’t tell me about Sasha, I had to figure it out for myself.” Vesseek snickers. “Good thing I’m observant.”
“Grizzop didn't tell me about you either.” Sasha pipes up, because apparently it's now his fate to be outplayed by both of them.
Vesseek laughs, high and bright, shaking apart and dragging Grizzop into a swift, pulsing orgasm hot on their heels.
He pulls out of them and sits back on his heels, catching his breath. By the time he looks up, Sasha and Vesseek are making out again, and a fierce bolt of envy shoots through him. Envy of who?
Gods, it doesn't matter.
“What d'you think? How do we get him to make up for it?” Sasha asks when they break apart, both of their eyes fixed on him in a way that makes him feel so seen.
Vesseek pauses, thinking… then leans up to whisper in her ear quickly.
“Oh mate. That's wicked. I love it. “
They turn their twin smiles on him, dangerous, so very dangerous. Grizzop swallows heavily.
Well, shit.