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Parja’s been acting weird lately. Fi’s not mad, it’s great. Her mood’s perked up real high, she’s giving him a lot more kisses, and she’s rearranging their rooms. Things were already pretty accessible for him, but it’s nice to have everything changed around to look new and to be accessible.
Sev is maintaining that Parja’s always been weird and trying to clear out of their way more and more, but Fi sees the way he’s looking at them. As much as Fi’d like to just drag him into bed with them—and hey, everything is accessible for him too now, Fi’s pretty sure—he tamps down on that thought. One of these days, Sev’s gonna find a great girl and. And leave them. And have a life of his own.
Fi tries not to think about that. It makes him too upset.
Instead he thinks about how today has been all signs that they’re going to have sex tonight. He and Sev have been busy with little jobs, Parja’s been blitzing back and forth between Keldabe City and Enceri and Kyrimorut for her own work, but now they’re all home and finally Fi’s gonna get some time that isn’t with his hand and confused fantasies of two very different people, only one of whom is his riduur.
Sev shrugs off the suggestion for a movie night and Fi’s a little disappointed. He knows Parja wouldn’t have minded waiting and spending some time with Sev. But he doesn’t press.
Instead he shows up in their bedroom, grinning when he sees Parja laid out, stripped down to her bra and a pair of shorts, filled bottles of water on the bedside. “Su cuy’gar, mesh’la.”
She grins back at him, then stretches to look behind him, smile dropping when she sees nothing. “Where’s Sev?”
Fi frowns. She’s clearly prepped for them to have sex. “He cleared off. Didn’t even want to do a movie night or anything. Why, what’s going on?”
Parja purses her lips, then points at him with both hands, then moves them back and forth, now clearly thinking about something. “Okay, clearly communication was not happening the way I thought it was,” she says eventually. “The three of us have been into each other, like relationship into each other, for like three weeks at this point.”
“What?” Fi sputters.
“Yeah, I’m having all of the typical hormone reactions for someone with my genome to that,” she explains, like that’s normal. She stares at him. “Fi, honey, have you ever had a sex ed class?”
“Baar’ur Gilamar taught all of the medics about the basic ways to prevent STIs and pregnancy, how to treat STIs when someone gets one, and uhhh. I think he gave us all a packet to study and share but Kal’buir said we didn’t need it, so…”
Wow, his riduur looks pretty when she’s homicidal.
That shouldn’t be such a good thing considering it’s clear she’s homicidal about his buir.
She takes a deep breath and sighs heavily. “Go get Sev,” she says, pointing out the door. “I’m going to put on real clothes. We are going to talk about this . At least I already know what’s typical for you guys, that can be explained…Later. Maybe I’ll just tell Gilamar what happened with the packet and see what happens. I’d actually pay money to see that.”
“Ooookay,” Fi says; he probably needs to figure out how to mitigate that disaster.
“Fi,” she snaps, then smiles at him, clearly laughing that he’s gone off on a tangent. He’s figured out she thinks it’s cute. “Go get Sev.”
“Elek, alor,” he says and jogs off to go find the wayward Delta sniper.
Sev looks baffled to see him, when Fi shows up at his barely-used room. That’s fair, Fi’s also pretty baffled too.
“She wants to talk to both of us,” Fi says.
“But you guys have been…” Sev’s eyebrows knit together.
“We have been,” Fi confirms. “But I think, uh. Maybe you have been too?”
Sev looks stricken. “I wasn’t trying—.”
“It’s not a bad thing,” Fi interrupts, because he doesn’t want it to be and, from what he’s gathered, Parja didn’t think it was either. “Let’s just all talk this out.”
“Okay,” Sev says, looking more than a little pent up, and follows him back to the room.
Parja has, indeed, put real clothes back on. Fi’s a bit disappointed, but hey. He gets a feeling he’ll still like where this is going. Besides, she’s just tossed a big, thick jumper on. The same shorts are peeking out from underneath the chunky knit. She’s got one of the water bottles and a protein bar in hand. “Sev!” she calls as soon as they’re in, making grabby hands at him. “Come on, you two, you’ve kept me waiting.”
“Sorry?” Sev says, still baffled, but he sits on the bed with her and Fi follows quickly.
“So!” Parja says, all perked up again. “I’m not completely human.”
Sev and Fi stare at her.
This is news to them, Fi thinks. She looks human. She sounds human. All of the Mandos they grew up around are human, they’re hum—.
“And neither are you but we can talk about that later. Probably with handy explanations from Baar’ur. I’m sure he’s still got files on you.”
“I knew that,” Sev offers, raising his hand slightly. “Fixer brought back a packet one time and we went through it together. We’ve got a mix of species in our genome, so we’ve got different traits. Including sexually.”
Parja’s clearly relieve. “Oh good. It’s just Kal who was an idiot.”
Fi opens his mouth to try and defend his buir, but then he realizes that, well. He’s the only one unprepared for this conversation. So he shuts his mouth and listens.
“So do you have a similar mix, or…?” Sev asks.
“Eh, I’m sure we have some things in common. Like togruta, I remember that’s one you guys have a high degree of. But the main point I brought you in here today is because of a particular thing that my family deals with because of how the different species traits we have interacts. Mostly, we act like your standard human. But we’re really sensitive to pheromones. If we’re ever in intimate contact—and that means, like, how we cuddle and touch each other a lot—with more than one person at a time who have some major ‘in love’ pheromones, for a regular enough period of time, we start getting physical changes to, well, keep up.”
"Oh,” Sev says, leaning back. “Oooooh.”
Fi’s cheeks warm. He’s tried not to think about it, tried to avoid thinking about it, because it was one time with Sev back on TZ and it was all over by the time he met Parja…But here they are, talking about this, and he needs to take responsibility because this is all his—.
“So your body figured out we should all bang,” Sev says, pointing at her with his index finger with his thumb out, finger-blaster like. “Huh.”
Parja shrugs. “I mean, it’s not like it’s a surprise.”
“Right, that’s fair,” Sev agrees, nodding like this makes all the sense in the world.
What.
Sev glances at him. “What? Did you think I wouldn’t be on board with this?”
Fi blinks owlishly at him. “Uh.”
Parja leans over and grabs his hands, squeezing. “Fi, are…are you not okay with this? You’re the one who got us all together, I figured you’d be over the stars right now about it.”
“But it’s not within the riduurok?” he offers lamely, because they’re right. This is everything he ever wanted, when he let himself dream about it. Getting to eat his uj cake and still have it. “We’re married, we shouldn’t…right? It’s basically cheating.”
Parja squints at him, then looks over at Sev and opens her mouth, then shuts it. Finally, she says, “Sometimes I forget you guys really didn’t get a normal Mando upbringing.”
“And I spent a few years with the Wookies,” Sev points out.
She nods. “Then you probably have a better idea of what I’m talking about.”
Sev shrugs, then he’s leaning over and squeezing Fi’s wrist. “It’s not cheating if everyone’s on the same page. And, like, I’m guessing Mando marriage isn’t that different. It can be between more than two people, yeah?”
“Right,” Parja confirms.
Fi chews on the inside of his cheek. Kal’buir never mentioned anything like this, but…
But he kept things from them before. Things he thought weren’t right, weren’t appropriate, weren’t important, but here Parja is saying that she didn’t get that same kind of upbringing. She grew up knowing that this was normal, and Kal’buir’s moderately fond of her family.
Why the disconnect?
“I’m here for this,” Sev says, solid and sure. “If you guys want to fold me in, I’m happy to be a part of it.”
“I want to,” Parja echoes, and then they’re both looking at Fi. “It’s up to you.”
“But you guys both want to,” he says, words out of his mouth before he can think about them. “Shouldn’t I just…give in?”
Sev frowns and tilts his head, but Parja looks like she’s sucked on a lemon crystal.
“This isn’t majority rules, Fi, this is all or nothing. We’re not going to do anything if all of us aren’t on the same page,” she explains. “If you want, you can think on it more. We don’t have to do anything right away. I get if it’s something you need to process and think about.”
Sev shrugs. “I wasn’t expecting to get any tonight anyways.”
Parja throws a pillow at him.
Fi laughs, despite the conversation, when Sev lets it hit his head and gives the fallen pillow a jaundiced look.
It’s just like any other night with just the three of them.
“We should just watch a holo, like usual,” Sev says. He must have had the same thought.
They all shuffle around and Fi considers staying in the middle like usual but his heart seizes up at the thought. Now that he’s aware that they’re both into him, he’s not sure he can handle being in the middle without being able to give them an answer.
Because he wants them both, he does, but he doesn’t know if he wants it like this . It feels too good to be true, and like he’s just asking for Kal’buir to have a heart attack.
So it’s Parja that ends up in the middle, with both of them cuddled up to her. She turns on some action flick, head on Fi’s shoulder, and they dim the lights in the room. There are differences, though, more than just where they’re all lying. Sev’s lying up against her, head tucked against hers while he the light of the holo dances against his face, and about halfway through his hand finds hers and Fi realizes he’s been watching the two of them this entire time, not really thinking about the film or even what they talked about before.
He’s just thinking about how much he loves them.
How much he wants them.
Kriff, why did he ever overthink this?
He moves his own hand, wrapping it around the both of theirs and rubbing circles into the skin on the back of Sev’s hand.
Sev and Parja both glance at each other in the dim light, then back at him, and then Parja leans up and kisses him softly before turning a bit to kiss Sev.
It’s really, really hot.
“Shab,” he mutters under his breath and he rolls onto his side, pressing her up against Sev more.
Sev reaches over to him while he deepens the kiss with Parja.
Fi muffles his groan in Parja’s hair and slips his hands under her sweater, smoothing up her stomach and pushing her bra up so he can rub her tits freely. He can hear the muffled moan she breathes into Sev’s mouth, then the pants when Sev breaks the kiss.
Sev leans over and kisses Fi and his own hands join Fi’s under Parja’s sweater, glancing over his fingers so he can reach up and tease her nipples.
“Shebse,” Parja mutters, squirming against both of them until she’s peppering their cheeks with kisses.
Fi laughs and breaks the kiss to kiss below her jaw and leaves her tits to Sev in favour of slipping his hand below the band of her shorts to tease her cunt. She’s already wet, a lot more than usual, and it’s kind of sticky when he pushes his fingers into her.
Sev leans over to suck a mark onto his neck. “We should really just strip at this point, he mutters.
He’s probably not expecting Parja and Fi to pounce on him as one, stripping him quickly but gently, but he hops along quickly in dragging their tops off and helping get Parja’s bra over her head. “How we gonna do this?” he asks, voice breathy and deep in a way that makes Fi shiver.
Fi’s brain sets off in about a billion different directions. Kriff, what are they going to do?
“Both of you in me this time,” Parja says quickly, whapping Fi on the back of the head. “I don’t think any of us can think up other positions fast enough for our tastes or for getting lube out in any great amount. That’s for another time, elek?”
“Sounds good to me,” Sev says, grinning.
Fi takes that for what it is and works on getting her shorts off, made more difficult by the way they’re sticking to her cunt, while Sev shoves their clothes all onto the floor. Then it’s a mess of limbs as they shuffle into position, legs everywhere until he and Sev’s hard dicks are slipping along her entrance.
“This may be a bit tight, but don’t worry about it,” she breathes. “One at a time until, well, you can both get in, ‘lek?”
Fi blinks, but then he’s pressing into her and pulling back so that Sev can thrust in. At first, they manage to keep to a good rhythm, but soon the stickiness of her slick is slowing them down and more and more one is leaving while the other is pushing in.
“So that’s what you meant,” Sev says, hoarse laughter in his voice when finally he and Fi are both buried in her. “Kriff.”
Parja grins and kisses him, dragging him in by the hair and rolling her hips until the two men get the picture and rut against her more, with short thrusts that mainly just keep them all moving against each other.
It feels damn good, his cock up against Sev’s and them both surrounded by the tight, wet heat of Parja’s cunt. She’s dripping slick at this point, they’re gonna need to change the sheets before they actually sleep tonight, and even with how it’s sticking and slowing how much they can move, it doesn’t really feel sticky. It’s not until he fumbles his hand down to play with her clit that he can actually feel the difference in viscosity.
They’re moving like a kind of wave, the crashing of their grunts and moans and pants and the slick sound of flesh against flesh.
Fi fixes his lips on a spot behind Parja’s ear and Sev’s lips are on his neck and then when she finally comes she clamps down hard on them both, tight as a vice until they’re both coming inside her and making even more of a mess.
They stay locked up together for a long moment and then Sev’s the one to try and pull out first, wincing as he maneuvers his body.
“Think I pulled something,” he mutters, then flops against them both.
Fi laughs quietly and drags himself out too, keeping one hand between Parja’s legs. All that slick is gumming up her entrance in a way that can’t possibly feel good. “Do we need to clean you out right now?” he asks, glancing down at her.
She grumbles, grinding into his hand. “Nah it’s supposed to do that. The stuff’s mainly a semen catch.”
Sev opens his eyes to blink at her. “That sounds disgusting.”
“No shit,” she says, giggling. “It’s to make sure that it takes . But thankfully, I’ve got drugs for that.”
“Hm.” Sev eyes Fi. “So you gonna tell us more about what makes us tick, sometime? No one’s ever really said. Not even those packets.”
She chortles. “Sure. I don’t know everything but, hey, Keldabe City’s wild sometimes.”
“Sounds like a date night thing,” Fi suggests, giving in and flinging his arm and leg over both her and Sev. “If…if that’s something we want to do?”
“Hell yeah,” Sev mutters sleepily.
They doze for a moment and then Parja interrupts the quiet by saying, “So just because my body is suited for what it does doesn’t mean you two’s is. You might want to go wipe your junk down.”
She laughs at them as they scramble to the fresher.