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BUCHAREST, ROMANIA.

Tonny was fucked.

When he fled Copenhagen nearly a year ago with his son, he did not expect to end up in Bucharest of all places, much less owing a hefty sum to one of the city’s most feared drug lords.

It all started with an innocent-sounding proposition when a man approached him shortly after he arrived in the city, with no place to sleep and a baby in his arms. Roaming the streets, he found a cheap motel he could afford for the night with the remaining money he stole from distracted, unsuspecting train passengers along his way to Bucharest.

It was while searching his pockets for the last few coins to pay for the room that the man behind the reception desk first spoke to him.

“You look like you need some help.”

As Tonny looked from his empty pockets, he instantly noticed the crumpled, transparent plastic bag with a small amount of fine white powder within. Tonny glared at the cocaine, his gums aching from the memory of the last time he used it.

“Try this one out, and tomorrow morning you tell me if you’re interested in the business,” the man said, glancing at Tonny’s kid who was lying on the lobby ripped couch behind him, “You have the little one to support after all…”

Tonny swallowed, his throat going dry at the implications of being broke with a kid to feed, and without saying a word, he accepted the drugs.

Now, months later, after a series of deals gone wrong and losing a large amount of cocaine to a scumbag that never paid him back, Tonny was starting to feel desperate. Still living in the same shitty motel since his first night in Bucharest, every night he was reminded his time to pay up was running out, yet he barely made any of the money back.

Tonny, however, wouldn’t be himself without his self-destructive choices.

It was one week before his due date when Tonny became a fugitive after stabbing and killing the motel’s receptionist with a folding pocket knife when the man taunted him, saying that Tonny would sell out his kid to pay up if he knew what was good for himself.

And with blood still fresh on his hands and his son in his arms, Tonny ran into the night.

***

Two men carelessly stroll side by side along one of the deserted streets of Bucharest when they notice something out of place. Knowing this area well, neither did expect to find a light on one of the abandoned apartment buildings on this street.

“Just our luck,” one of them said eyeing the other, “Let’s see who’s the damned son of a bitch who needs a reminder he shouldn’t be in our area.”

The second man just nodded, a hand moving towards his gun.

The two men were silent, drifting in the shadows as they made their way upstairs to the first floor where a dim light was seen out from under the front door of the now-occupied apartment.

The men exchanged a glance while hearing muttered words whispered in a soothing tone in a language they could not understand. After a curt nod, one of them crashed through the door, forcefully kicking it out of its rotten wood frame.

Tonny was startled, holding his son close to his chest as he watched the two strangers come barging into the apartment, following the sight of a gun’s barrel inches away from his face.

“Ha! Look who it is…” The man holding the gun spoke, “The boss will be glad to finally hear from you, junkie.”

“I- I didn’t-,” Tonny stuttered as his son started crying from the loud voices.

“Save it, cocksucker,” the other man interrupted, eyes scanning the place. “Where’s the money?”

“Don’t have it all yet,” Tonny replied, turning away from the gun pointed at him, trying to shield his son from it.

“Well, fucking give us what you got and you might get to see another day you piece of shit,” the first man grunted, the gun shaking in his hands as he clicked the safety off.

“Shit- Alright, man, just-”

“NOW! Where the fuck is it?”

“In the kitchen,” Tonny breathed out, “top drawer.”

Tonny kept staring at the gun pointed at him while the other man moved toward the kitchen and soon returned while counting the few bills that were stored in a small glass jar.

“This idiot has barely anything,” he said, throwing the glass jar toward Tonny who was quick enough to dodge it so it shattered on the wall behind him. His son’s crying got louder.

The men exchanged looks and watched Tonny, cradling his son close and trying to calm him, when his slow movements echoed the unmistakable sound of coins clinking inside the pockets of his baggy tracksuit pants.

“This bitch has money on him,” one of them noticed, gesturing with the gun down.

“Empty your pockets,” the other commanded, “Now!”

“Fuck- Just let me-,” Tonny muttered, being promptly interrupted again with the feeling of cold metal touching his forehead.

“Listen here you piece of shit,” the man pressing the gun barrel to his head spoke, “Put the kid down and empty your damn pocket right this second or I’ll put a hole in your skull, got it?”

Tonny nodded, slowly stepping away to put his crying son on a torn armchair beside him, and grabbed the few coins he had in his pockets, handing them to the thugs with shaky hands.

“Useless, that’s just fucking change,” one of them said, punching Tonny in the stomach, who fell to the dirty floor and dropped the coins, scattering everywhere.

“Boss won’t like it if we bring this scumbag without the money,” the other man added.

The two men watched Tonny, gasping on the ground, and it was only when he looked up that the man holding the gun spoke again.

“Well, I don’t give a fuck what you’re gonna do, sell yourself out, rob a bank, whatever it is, but if you don’t have our boss’ money by tomorrow night, you won’t live to see another day.”

The man then moved his aim, his gun now pointing at Tonny’s son.

“Let this be a warning, you scum.”

It took Tonny a moment to understand what had happened, and by the time he registered the blood splatters across his face were not from his own blood, his voice broke in an agonizing half-scream half-cry, and when they heard it, the two thugs were already strolling down the dimly lit street.

***

Nigel sighed as he heard two knocks on his office door, inhaling from the cigarette between his lips and only speaking once the two men closed the door behind them.

“What is it?”

“We found the guy boss, the one who killed our man at the motel,” one of the men said.

Nigel leaned back on his chair, puffing out smoke and waiting for an explanation that didn’t come as the men standing looked at him expectantly.

“Well fuck, where’s the payment then?” he finally spoke with a feeling of annoyance.

“The little junkie didn’t have a dime boss,” one of them said.

“Don’t worry boss, we made sure he got the message,” the other continued, “Put a bullet on that kid of his.”

Nigel went still, his jaw clenching as he bit on the cigarette’s filter. A minute elapsed, and very slowly, Nigel took the cigarette from his lips and put it out on the ashtray on his desk.

“You fucking did what?” he asked, his voice low and menacing.

The men in his office seemed to fail to notice the change in Nigel’s demeanour and continued telling him where they found the guy and bragging about how loud he screamed after they left.

In a flash, Nigel bolted from his chair and over his desk, landing a sound punch on the face of the guy who was speaking, who was sent back with the force of the blow and hit the back of his head on the wooden door with a loud thump. After the second punch connected to the side of his jaw, the man passed out, falling to the floor at Nigel’s feet.

“Boss?” the other man tried, startled, and walking back a few steps away from Nigel.

Nigel turned to him with fury in his eyes, his bloodied hand quick to find his gun and press it to the man’s temple.

“You two are fucking lucky I don’t blow you fucking brains out right this second,” he muttered, swinging the gun hard and knocking out the man as the hard metal connected with his skull.

Picking up his keys and a pack of smokes from his desk before exiting the office, Nigel decided he was getting too old for this shit.

***

When Nigel finds Tonny, he’s shivering on the floor, holding on to a bloody, unmovable shape that he supposes to be his son. Tonny doesn’t notice him at first, Nigel’s low voice lost amidst his near-silent, broken cries as he holds on tightly to the figure in his arms.

It is only when Nigel kneels beside him, a gentle hand touching Tonny’s shoulder that his eyes shoot open, and he trashes violently, trying to get away from Nigel’s touch as if it had burned his skin, his arms letting go of the small body within them in the process.

Nigel, however, doesn’t relent, holding Tonny down and pinning him to the ground with strong hands pressing on his shoulders. Tonny continues trashing, trying to kick Nigel’s side as he’s unable to move away from the weight on his shoulders.

“Tonny,” Nigel calls to him, searching for his eyes.

It has been so long since someone called him by his name instead of an insult that Tonny falters, looking up at the man above him.

As their eyes connect, Nigel seizes the opportunity and gets on top of Tonny, effectively restricting any of his movements with his solid weight on top of him. His arms then wrap around Tonny, pressing their torsos together forcefully. Taking a deep inhale, Nigel can feel Tonny’s panicked heartbeat on his chest.

Nigel moves slowly, despite Tonny’s continued efforts to get away from his grip, to rest his head beside Tonny’s.

“Tonny,” with a low, soothing tone, Nigel whispers, his lips just a few inches from Tonny’s ear, “You’ll be alright now, kid.”

***

It took nearly an hour, but Tonny eventually settled, or perhaps his body just got tired of resisting and fighting back and it just gave in. Either way, Tonny had passed out in Nigel’s arms. Now, Nigel had brought Tonny back to his place, the man still out of it but now on his large clean bed instead of the hard, bloodied floor of an abandoned apartment building.

Hanging up his call with Darko, Nigel went to his bedroom and watched Tonny sleep from the doorway. He had instructed Darko to take care of a few things for him, and upon mentioning Tonny, Darko had asked him if he planned to start collecting strays. Thinking back to the year before, when Nigel himself was the so-called stray, his only reply was that it was almost December, and he had somewhere else to be.

It is almost noon when Tonny wakes, disoriented, naked under heavy covers in a bedroom he doesn’t recognize. His head ached while trying to recollect the events of the night before. Quickly scanning the space he’s in, Tonny finds a note on the bedside table just next to him which simply reads: “There’s food if you like. Back soon, Nigel.”

Tonny curses in Danish. “Nigel,” he thinks, “That ought to be the man who found him last night. The man who held him no matter how many punches Tonny tried to throw at him.”

He quickly shook the thought away, exchanging it for the realization that he had lost his kid now, that he couldn’t even protect his son, that perhaps all whom repeatedly called him a fiasko back in Denmark were right…

Tonny was used to being hurt, and blinking shutting those thoughts out for the moment, he focused on the task at hand: getting out of wherever Nigel had brought him while the man was out.

Roaming around, Tonny quickly realized he was in a big apartment overseeing Bucharest, likely near the top floor of the building. He soon found the suite’s bathroom, larger than any other he had ever been in, and was quick to relieve himself. Still, with his clothes nowhere to be seen, Tonny walked naked to the main area, across the living room where he spotted his torn backpack resting on the wooden floor against a large leather sofa, and an open pack of smokes on a side table. He shot a glance to the front door, and from where he was standing, he could see a key in the lock, implying he was not left locked inside.

Tonny processed this information while walking into the kitchen area, and upon finding a full, lukewarm coffee pot and a paper bag with all sorts of different pastries sitting on the counter, Tonny noticed he was starving.

Tonny had almost finished every pastry when he heard the unmistakable sound of a door opening and then closing, followed by steps coming in his direction. Tonny, froze, ready to bolt for his life. His instinct screaming at him the guy, Nigel, would beat him up for him eating almost everything.

“Easy, gorgeous,” Nigel spoke, noticing the tension in Tonny’s body when their eyes met.

Tonny didn’t reply, just watched Nigel as if he had seen a ghost.

“It’s alright,” Nigel let out a sigh, hazel eyes roaming through Tonny’s naked form in the clear light of the room, from his hairy chest down to the man’s plentiful pubes, framing a long, limp cock. He had to admit that the man was good-looking, or maybe that Nigel himself was just a tad narcissistic, as he couldn’t help but think Tonny looked like a past, decade-younger version of himself, cheekbones and all. Nigel showed his hands to Tonny, slowly, as if to not scare a frightened wild animal.

Tonny registered he was holding a pack of cigarettes.

“Want a smoke?”

***

Freshly showered, Tonny emerged from the bathroom in the main suite with a few water droplets still hanging from his body hair and moved to the living room to retrieve a pair of briefs from his torn backpack. He didn’t bother to get dressed any further, letting his weight fall to the leather couch unceremoniously.

Tonny had agreed to stay for the day as Nigel apologized for the “assholes” of his men, as he had put it, and told Tonny he was welcome to stay and get his payback if he wanted to.

Hidden by the noise of the shower, Tonny cried, thinking back on how he had lost everything, from his so-called friends back in Copenhagen to his son, and under steaming hot water, he rationalized that he might as well take upon Nigel’s offer, at least for the moment.

Now, sitting half-naked in Nigel’s living room, he observed the man, who in turn moved his eyes from the TV to study him.

“You’re a fag or something?” Tonny taunted, instantly regretting it as Nigel’s eyes narrowed. Tonny prepared for the incoming hit when he saw Nigel move.

“HA!” Nigel laughed, throwing the remote onto Tonny’s lap, “You could say that, I guess… Now put something on, and I’ll order us a pizza.”

Tonny shrugged, browsing the channels, and muttering absentmindedly. “I’m not a fag.”

“Sure thing,” Nigel chuckled, picking up his phone.

On that afternoon, the two men shared a pizza, beers, cigarettes, and their stories with each other. Tonny told Nigel how he ended up fleeing Denmark after killing his father and kidnapping his son. In turn, Nigel told Tonny how he had nearly died in the very city they were now, and how he was ready to leave it behind once and for all after the past year. Eventually, Tonny asked Nigel the question he wanted to ask since the man had returned that morning but didn’t in fear of Nigel realizing that he was worthless and didn’t deserve his kindness.

“Why did you help me?” Tonny spoke.

“You see, gorgeous,” Nigel exhaled, smoke dissipating around him as he put his cigarette out, “A year ago or so, my situation wasn’t so different from yours. Some American scumbags sold me out and I had to run to not get a second bullet to my skull… For a time I didn’t have anything or anyone then, until a kind old man found me.” Nigel smiled at the memory, “I guess I see myself in his place now, in a way…”

“You are kinda old…” Tonny interjected.

“Brat!” Nigel laughed. “No, but you see, I’m not what one would usually describe as a kind man Tonny, but when I heard those assholes, bragging about what they did… it made me somewhat insane if I’m being honest with you… Listen, I know that’s fucked up but- From the little that I know of you, I bet you would’ve been a pretty amazing father.”

Tonny swallowed, his throat going dry despite the beer he had been drinking. His eyes watered but he didn’t let himself cry, instead only giving Nigel a nod and turning back to stare at the now blurry lights of the television.

“Thank you, Nigel.”

***

Nigel woke with his eyes still closed. A strange feeling of being watched crept over him, and eventually, unable to fall back asleep, he opened his eyes.

“FUCKING HELL!”

Nigel sat up on the couch, his heart nearly jumping out of his bare chest when he saw a reflection on a pair of eyes watching him in the dark. Nigel reached his arm looking for the light switch, or his gun, whatever he reached first. Luckily, he found the switch, and almost going blind from the sudden brightness, Nigel narrowed his eyes.

“Tonny? What the fuck?” He gasped, taking a couple of deep breaths, “Wanna kill me or something?”

Tonny, who went to sleep on Nigel’s bed while the latter insisted that he would just crash on the couch was standing in his briefs at a foot’s distance from him.

“Sorry, I-” he stuttered, taken aback by Nigel’s jump scare, “Can’t sleep.”

“Yeah, no fucking kidding,” Nigel sighed, relaxing back down on the couch, “Tell me.”

“I keep seeing it,” Tonny averted his eyes, “when I close my eyes…”

“Shit,” Nigel cursed, extending his arm to Tonny, “Come.”

“What?” Tonny watched Nigel in complete confusion, reaching for him.

“Just turn off the lights and lay here with me for a bit.”

At a loss for words, Tonny didn’t dare to question nor think through Nigel’s suggestion. Instead, he followed to switch off the lights and hesitantly lay down beside Nigel, conscious of not touching him in the narrow space of the couch.

Nigel was having none of that, and as soon as Tonny went still, he wrapped an arm around his back and pulled him to his chest, holding his rigid body close so their fronts were pressed tight to one another.

When he noticed Tonny was about to protest, Nigel spoke first, murmuring next to Tonny’s ear.

“Shhh, you’ll be alright kid,” he soothed, pressing them together more forcefully, “You’ll be alright…”

Tonny shivered, taken aback by feelings he couldn’t quite understand, so he hid his face under Nigel’s chin and eventually went limp within the older man’s arms. It was only when Nigel could hear Tonny’s soft snoring that he fell asleep.

***

When Nigel woke up in the early morning, it was with a solid outline of an erect cock pressed to one of his thighs. Nigel kept himself from moving to make sure he didn’t imagine the subtle thrusting motions of Tonny rutting his dick on him.

“Well, good morning to you too,” he spoke, voice rough from sleep. Tonny stilled, tensing in Nigel’s arms to which the older man huffed, a strong hand reaching down to cup Tonny’s cock through the fabric of his briefs. “Don’t stop on my account gorgeous.”

Tonny moaned, a shy thrusting motion instinctually resuming against Nigel’s calloused palm. The older man grunted appreciatively, kicking his own pajama pants down as his cock started to fill.

Nigel let Tonny continue to rut against him for a while, his lips searching the other man’s.

“Let me make us feel good, gorgeous,” Nigel whispered hotly into Tonny’s mouth, seizing his tongue in a experimental kiss while his hands made quick work of discarding Tonny’s underwear to cup both of their hard cocks together.

Tonny moaned as Nigel began to thrust his hard length against his, while solely sucking on the younger man’s tongue. Soon enough, both of their cocks were messy and slick with a combined mixture of Nigel and Tonny’s pre-come.

When their lips parted, Tonny took heavy inhales and looked down in disbelief at their conjoined cocks within Nigel’s hold.

“So fucking hot,” Nigel muttered, following Tonny’s gaze.

Their pace increased steadily, amidst more kisses and whispered curses, until Nigel suddenly stopped when he felt Tonny was on the brink of orgasm. The younger man grunted in protest, trying to force his way through Nigel’s unyielding grip to no avail.

“Easy boy, let me show you something,” Nigel spoke, “Good thing you’re also uncut.”

Tonny’s brain was too waddled by the desire to find release after so long of being unable to comprehend what Nigel was saying.

Nigel moved, aligning the tip of their hard cocks, and taking a deep inhale of the air that started to smell of sweat and musk, he rolled Tonny’s foreskin back to expose in full his dripping engorged head.

Tonny moaned as Nigel rubbed his slit with the head of his own erection, extending his foreskin over the head of Tonny’s cock before rolling the younger man's foreskin back on top of his, locking their cocks together.

“That’s it,” Nigel muttered, licking into Tonny’s mouth while holding their aligned penises together. “Come on, gorgeous, fuck my dick.”

Tonny’s brain short-circuited, his mind focused on the extraordinary feeling of Nigel’s foreskin around the head of his cock, with the man's blunt, engorged head leaking against his own. Tonny thrust, one, two, three times while nipping at Nigel’s lower lip with pointed teeth and then he was gone, his balls drawing tight as he emptied himself, spurt after heavy spurt of hot semen pooling around the head of Nigel’s cock.

“Good boy,” Nigel praised, and with half a dozen more thrust himself he came, adding to their shared mess and keeping it locked, as with delicious pressure and warmth their mixed spend coated the united heads of their cocks.

When they disconnected moments later, it was Tonny who spoke first.

“Nigel?” he looked at the older man expectantly.

“Hm?”

“I think I’m a fag.”

***

It was close to noon then Nigel parked in front of the warehouse he had been working in for the past year. He had asked Darko to leave it untouched until he was gone, and so there was nobody around.

Nigel exits the car and lit a cigarette, leaning against the side of the vehicle while watching Tonny get out from the passenger’s side with his backpack in hand.

“You’re sure you don’t want me to go in with you?”

“Nej,” Tonny replied, remembering to change to English in the middle of his sentence while dangling the key to Nigel’s office the man had given him, “I’ve got this.”

“Alright then,” Nigel conceded, puffing out smoke, “Shout if you need help.”

Tonny grunted in agreement, making his way to, and entering the warehouse. And so, Nigel waited as Tonny went to take care of the two men he had locked inside his office over a day ago.

Surprisingly, just as quick as Nigel finished his first smoke, Tonny reemerged from the warehouse, walking towards him with his backpack half-open flung across one of his arms.

“Is everything alright?” Nigel asked bemused.

“Ja, we can go.” Tonny smiled, a hint of pointed teeth appearing behind his lips as he got into the car.

Nigel had offered Tonny a job with him, out of Bucharest, out of Romania, out of Europe. He was finally leaving this life behind for good this time, and Tonny had taken up on his offer, trusting the one man who had ever been kind to him.

Nigel got into the car, smiling back at Tonny when suddenly, a loud explosion sent half of the warehouse flying up in flames.

“What the fuck what that?”

Tonny laughed, throwing his backpack onto the backseat and pointing down at the Denmark national football team shirt he was wearing. The joke, of course, went right over Nigel’s head.

“Danish Dynamite!”

***

TRIPLE OAK, MONTANA

Over the past year, Duncan and Markus grew close, much similar to the time when they served together in their youth. They shared everything with each other now, from the many stories of their lives to the peaceful, silent days spent together in companionship, to passion-filled nights when their bodies were the ones who talked for them amidst groans of pleasure and muttered words.

This night was one of the latter, with Markus on top of Duncan, gliding effortlessly in and out of the Black Kaiser’s body. They had been at it for the best part of an hour, from the moment Markus joined Duncan in his bed and pulled him close.

Sometimes, sex between the two men was wild, charged, and filled with need and desperation, like the times when Markus needed to fuck Duncan hard in a dozen different positions around his cabin after having a fight over the phone with his daughter to release his pent-up frustration. More often than not, after Markus was spent then, Duncan would flip them around and fuck him in equal measure, rough and hard, with a bruising grip and kisses that turned into bites and left marks on their bodies that lasted for weeks. It was what they needed.

Now, however, as it usually happened, they needed it slow. Duncan’s hands roamed through Markus’ hairy chest, massaging it as Markus thrust in again, spearing Duncan open on his thick, hard length, reaching so deep into the Black Kaiser with the tenderness of long-time lovers.

From their first time many decades ago, Duncan had always enjoyed laying back while having Markus on top of him, fucking him with care as he saw the man’s muscles move under his skin with each roll of his hips. This time it was no different, and as Duncan's hands traveled to Markus' strong arms, he whispered his name, pulling the man down on top of him until their bodies were pressed together and their lips found each other.

Duncan could feel the scratch of Markus' salt and pepper beard against his own mustache and stubble, reveling in the sensation as their tongues intertwined and they solely breathed into each other. Duncan let out small gasps each time Markus thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt and rolling his hips slowly while he was deep inside, pulsating against the warm, slick grip of Duncan’s hole around him.

Neither man could tell for how long they kept that rhythm, in and out, with no hurry to find release. When they made love like this it was always a slow buildup, their shared pleasure continuously climbing steadily. By now, Duncan had his arms wrapped around Markus' back and his legs around the man’s waist, giving him little space to pull back. Markus on the other hand was now solely sucking at Duncan’s nipples, his tongue circling the nub and licking around it, sucking hard until the skin bruised before making its way to the other, leaving Duncan’s hairy chest wet with saliva.

However, eventually, they did need release, and with Markus licking a stripe from Duncan’s sternum to his jaw, tasting the sweat on his lover’s skin, he thrust with more force, rolling his hips, and aiming for Duncan’s prostate each time. The Black Kaiser grunted in encouragement near his ear, kissing the side of Markus's face while his own cock throbbed and leaked against the older man’s stomach, leaving it wet with yet another bead of seminal fluid that dripped from him as Markus hard length massaged his prostate.

When they orgasmed, it was with the build-up pleasure from a long, passionate night. Duncan could feel Markus spilling inside him, with heavy, plentiful spurts that didn’t seem to end, all while seating himself fully and rolling his hips more forcefully, fucking his come deeper into Duncan. His dick throbbed at the warm, wet spread of Markus’ thick seed inside him and released a steady flow of semen in between their bellies. Markus let himself fall over Duncan then, his heavy weight comforting, pressing the other man down as he continued to come, filling Duncan with the last few pulses of his cock as the other man’s body clenched and spasmed around Markus, milking him dry with his own orgasm.

***

The following day was spent mostly in Markus’ shed. Duncan had helped the man build it during the summer. To his surprise, after retiring, Markus showed an interest in woodwork and enjoyed passing his time sculpting custom pieces with a knife and his bare hands. As Christmas was fast approaching, Markus now turned his attention to crafting small wooden decorations, from little stars to reindeers and snowmen. Duncan spent the best part of his day by Markus’ side, sharing smokes and watching his man work.

Later, before the sun went out, Duncan left Markus by himself to drive into town. Markus, ever since they started to share their lives again, insisted in cooking for them both. He knew Duncan was living off store-bought boxed meals, and he was adamant about feeding the Black Kaiser real food instead. Duncan found it endearing, it was Markus’ way of caring for him, always bringing him food.

As Duncan packed and put the fresh groceries Markus had asked him onto the passenger seat and closed the door shut, he took a moment to watch the little town of Triple Oak covered in colorful Christmas lights, where snowfall had just begun the day before. The memory of a similar day to this one resurfaced in his mind.

Duncan often thought about Nigel. He remembered fondly of their time together and wondered, hoping he was doing well, wherever he was. Duncan missed him. He talked about Nigel with Markus sometimes, his partner also fond of the foul-mouthed Romanian, always reassured Duncan that someday he would return. Duncan knew it might not be this year, but he was hopeful of seeing Nigel again nonetheless as Christmas drew near.

As the bell on the small church rang six o’clock, Duncan decided to go for a cup of coffee with a dose of whisky to warm up before returning to his cabin, walking toward the little town’s main pub. However, what the Black Kaiser didn’t expect was to catch a glimpse of razor-sharp cheekbones, familiar and very similar to his own, upon entering the establishment.

Duncan’s single eye blinked as if trying to decide if the sight was real. Unfortunately, soon he realized the man standing behind the counter wasn’t Nigel. He was too young (and too bald) for it, and the tattoo on his neck was missing, replaced by a poor-quality one that spelled "RESPECT" on the back of his skull.

Before he could study the stranger with a familiar face further, the pub’s door opened behind him and a warm voice rang in Duncan’s ears.

“Hello, gorgeous!”

***

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When Nigel and Tonny moved to Triple Oak shortly after landing in America, the Romanian was impatient to drive to Duncan’s place. With almost a year gone by and no contact with the retired hitman, Nigel was making quick work to set up the pub he had just bought with a hefty sum, an offer he made sure impossible for the former owner to decline when he arrived late on the night before.

What Nigel didn’t expect, however, was to find the Black Kaiser standing in the middle of his new place on his first day. A warm, fuzzy feeling took him when Duncan turned upon hearing his voice.

“Came for a drink, old man?” Nigel spoke again, smiling fondly at the one-eyed assassin.

Duncan didn’t reply, instead taking three heavy strides toward Nigel and pulling the Romanian into his arms, enclosing the man into a warm, urgent bear-like hug.

“Hell,” Nigel let out an amused huff as he was suddenly squeezed, “I missed you too, gorgeous.”

Duncan grunted in agreement next to Nigel’s ear, not making any move to let the Romanian out of his arms.

***

“FUCK, DADDY, RIGHT THERE! FUCK!”

Nigel nearly screamed as Duncan increased his pace, pounding his prostate with more force with each urgent thrust as Duncan fucked him hard onto the kitchen table of the small flat above Nigel’s pub.

The pair had quickly excused themselves from Tonny's amused glances and Nigel could just barely close the front door before Duncan was on him, his strong hands pushing him against hardwood and hungrily chasing his lips with his own, his tongue desperate, invading Nigel’s mouth with such dominance that made him melt against Duncan’s form.

Now, after hastily removing their clothes, Duncan was fucking him perfectly, like every single time he did in the past, and it seemed even better than how Nigel remembered it. The two of them didn’t manage to make it to the bedroom, instead, Duncan had lifted Nigel onto the table and dropped his full heavy weight onto the Romanian, calling him beautiful all the while sucking kisses on the man’s neck, his mustache worrying the freshly bruised, sensitive skin.

“There you go, my boy,” Duncan grunted, pressing their fronts together while rolling his hips, filling Nigel deep with his cock. The Black Kaiser could feel Nigel’s eagerness, pushing against him with every thrust, his cock leaking against Duncan’s belly, dampening the hair there.

After they finally finished, with Nigel spent and Duncan splattered on top of him pumping plentiful, hot come into Nigel’s abused hole, the Romanian was sure Tonny had heard them loud and clear, from the sound of Nigel’s cries to the heavy thumps of the table making indents on the wall during their lovemaking. He let out an amused breath, his arms holding Duncan close, certain that Tonny would tease him for it.

***

Later as Nigel makes his way back down to the pub with Duncan on his tail, he can feel the older man’s copious amount of semen starting to leak from his hole, going tacky on his skin as it runs from his ass to his hairy sac. The feeling of being claimed in such a way by the Black Kaiser brought a heat that pooled on his belly, and when his eyes met Tonny, standing behind the bar, his lips thinned into a coy smile.

Nigel had mentioned he and Duncan were lovers, but now he was sure Tonny knew just how much of a shameless whore Nigel turned into by the one-eyed man’s side, who in turn watched the Romanian with a satisfied grin on his face.

“Duncan, meet Tonny,” Nigel announced, clearing his throat. “Tonny, Duncan.”

Duncan nodded to the young man, who in turn looked at Nigel with a playful smirk and then back at him.

“Hej, Daddy- I mean, Duncan.”

“Don’t!” Nigel rolled his eyes at Tonny.

“Ha!” Duncan laughed, turning to Nigel “So you found yourself another Dane, eh?”

Nigel grunted.

“Fint øjenplaster,” Tonny spoke, studying Duncan’s face, noticing sharp features similar to his own.

“Hey!” Nigel protested, unable to understand the language.

“He likes my eye patch,” Duncan explained, fishing a smoke from his coat and tossing the pack to Nigel.

“Huh. Nice to see you two getting along,” Nigel replied with a smirk, helping himself to a cigarette and nodding toward Tonny, “Let’s go, gorgeous, dinner is at Daddy’s tonight.”

***

Nigel tells Duncan about Romania while the older man drives them away from the little town, out onto a road along the snow-covered scenery that leads to his secluded cabin. Eventually, from the intimate touch of Duncan’s hand settled on Nigel’s thigh as he drives and smiles the Romanian flashes at the one-eyed assassin, Tonny starts to feel out of place. The connection between the two men is evident, and the young Dane can’t help but think how long it will take for Nigel to realize he doesn’t need him around anymore now that Duncan is by his side again.

As they arrive and walk across the small bridge that leads to Duncan’s home, Nigel glances at Markus’ neighboring cabin, watching the Christmas lights shimmer in the distance.

“I see Markus is ready for Christmas,” Nigel muses.

“You don’t know half of it,” Duncan replies.

It doesn’t take long for the older man to join them at Duncan’s cabin.

Tonny looks around the small cabin, sipping on a glass of whiskey Nigel handed to him before joining Duncan back in the kitchen area, stopping in front of the lit fireplace that warmed the room, his eyes landing on the single photograph of two men, framed above it. Tonny could easily tell one of them was a much younger version of Duncan, unmistakable due to his distinct mustache, while the unknown man, standing very close beside him sported a full beard, a timid smile, and a blue cap. Tonny noticed the stranger’s arm wrapped around Duncan in the old photo, yellowish from enduring many decades, and it was obvious to him that he was looking at a picture of two lovers.

When Tonny heard the front door opening, he turned to see a man with the same sharp features as the stranger in the photograph, although much older now, with a full greying beard and a soldier’s buzzcut, entering Duncan’s cabin.

The man’s eyes instantly flashed in his direction, and the sudden danger and power exuding from his presence alone made something coil within Tonny’s stomach.

“Markus!?” Nigel's voice broke through the cabin, the sound of his footsteps soon following as he walked to welcome the man, “Long time no see, gorgeous.”

Tonny watched as Markus’ eyes softened when they turned to Nigel, his strong body opening to the Romanian who leaned to press a lingering kiss on the older man’s lips. Markus… When Nigel had told him about the man, Tonny was hesitant to admit he was intimidated when Nigel mentioned Markus’ military background. Too many bad experiences with soldiers.

“I see you’re in the mood of the season,” Nigel mused, a finger caressing fondly along Markus’ chest, over his bright red Christmas reindeer sweater.

Markus hummed, leaning in to steal another kiss from the Romanian’s lips, and speaking after with his usual, low, and raspy voice. “Good to see you back, kid.”

“Couldn’t miss it,” Nigel smiled, feeling warm all over as he licked his lips from the prickle of Markus’ beard, “Dunc tells me you’re cooking?”

Markus grunts in agreement.

“Ever the chatterer,” Nigel joked, turning, and noticing a pair of eyes lingering on him. “Hey Tonny, come and meet Markus.”

“Hej,” Tonny speaks, approaching the older man, and even though they are practically the same height, he somehow feels smaller as Markus watches him closely. In turn, Markus’ lips twitch in amused surprise when he hears the greeting in his native language.

***

As all the men gathered in the kitchen, Nigel recounted how he ended up back in Romania shortly after the new year, already forgotten by the authorities after his time in America. Nigel went on, joking he was too old for that life, as he spent most of his time alone in the warehouse or his apartment instead of going clubbing as he used to. All in all, the Romanian told them how he realized he had changed, his former life no longer suiting his new persona.

Tonny, Duncan, and Markus listened in silence, the latter while he prepared a familiar recipe for spaghetti bolognese.

“…And after finding Tonny, I knew that was it. That life was over,” Nigel mused, “So I said fuck it, called Darko, and told him I was leaving for good this time around. The pub was a last-minute idea though,” he continued, puffing out smoke from the cigarette between his lips, “I thought it would be nice for me and Tonny to have a small business. I might be getting all old and sentimental and shit but Tonny has plenty of energy left in him, don’t you kid?”

“Ja, I can handle it,” the younger man replied.

“Shit, I’ve been babbling too much, heh?” Nigel laughed at himself.

“It’s good hearing you talk,” Markus added.

“Thanks, gorgeous. I’m just happy to be back.”

“So are we,” Duncan replied fondly.

“Well, as much as you like my mouth is fucking dry from all this chatter,” Nigel joked, moving to refill his glass. “You haven’t talked much Tonny,” Nigel pointed out.

“I-,” Tonny stuttered, suddenly self-conscious, “They didn’t either,” Tonny replied, nodding toward Duncan and Markus.

“They don’t talk much,” Nigel continued, “Usually they just grunt like big grumpy bears.”

Duncan and Markus grunted in unison at the teasing.

“See?” Nigel laughed.

“Very funny,” Markus jabbed at him.

“Tell us about you, Tonny,” Duncan interjected.

And so Tonny did, starting from his time back in Copenhagen, from his arrest to his release. He hesitated for a moment from mentioning he had killed his father, but with a nod, Nigel reassured that they were all killers on the table, dining together, free of judgment.

From how Tony portrayed his own story, it was clear to Duncan and Markus that every person before Nigel had seen Tonny as just an idiot to exploit for personal gains, duping him at first chance. They could easily understand why Nigel had decided to keep him around after the young man lost his son. Somehow, Tonny’s life rang familiar with different aspects of theirs, each in its own way.

Much later in the night, when Tonny realized he and Nigel were not returning to town that night, Tonny started to get anxious. He waited, his foot tapping on the wooden floor, watching the light snowfall that fell outside the cabin, painting the mountains with yet another layer of white. Tonny hadn’t been able to sleep alone, and since the very first night, he had needed the comforting presence of Nigel to be able to close his eyes. His mind only made a way out of his thoughts when he heard Nigel calling his name from across the cabin.

Following the sound, Tonny reached a room he hadn’t been in yet. Duncan’s bedroom, the nearby glowing fire making it warm and welcoming.

“Tonny?” Nigel called again when the young Dane didn’t speak.

“Yes?”

“I asked if you’re coming to bed,” Nigel replied.

Tonny blinked at the scene in front of him, registering Duncan laid back on the mattress, bare, hairy, and scarred, his eye patch nowhere to be seen, revealing an empty socket of scarred tissue with no eyeball in it. Nigel himself was sat on the front edge of the large bed, taking his own shirt off and kicking his pants and underwear to the floor and following to join Duncan, who embraced the Romanian from behind, a strong arm wrapping around his middle.

“I thought you-” Tonny stuttered, heat pooling on his stomach.

“Come,” Nigel insisted, grunting in pleasure as Duncan nuzzled the back of his neck, “I know you’ll sleep better with us.”

Tonny bit back a sob. It was still difficult for him to believe that Nigel truly cared for him, but the man calling for him from within Duncan’s arms eliminated any doubts Tonny could have.

As Tonny got rid of his clothes, pilling them on the floor along Nigel’s, he joined the couple on the bed, his back plastered to Nigel’s chest who wrapped an arm around Tonny’s middle mirroring how Duncan was holding him.

Tonny relaxed in Nigel’s arms, the familiar touch comforting and he started to doze off, however before he could fall asleep, Nigel’s low voice was whispering in his ear.

“Move back a bit gorgeous, so Markus can lie down.”

Tonny snapped his eyes open, immediately noticing older Dane standing by the side of the bed. Tonny shivered at the sight. Markus was completely naked, a few droplets of water from the shower latched on his plentiful salt and pepper chest hair, and his soft uncut cock and heavy, hairy sac, hanging low were directly in Tonny’s line of vision, framed by strong, hairy thighs.

Markus grunted, moving to lie on his back beside Tonny, who went completely still, becoming tense in Nigel’s arms and mindful not to touch Markus.

“Relax, son,” Markus spoke, noticing Tonny’s unease. The older man pulled him close, moving Tonny to rest his head on his chest as if it were a pillow.

Tonny gasped at the contact, the feeling of Markus' damp, warm, and soft chest hair on the side of his face made his eyes sting with unshed tears and feelings he couldn’t understand. Tonny melted into the touch, Markus’ heartbeat and his low, raspy voice echoing in his ears over and over as Tonny fell deeper and deeper into slumber.

“Relax, son.”

***

It was late in the morning when Markus felt Tonny stir awake. The young man had slept soundly onto him, not waking even when Nigel and Duncan had gotten up earlier. Tonny had lost his inhibitions during the dark of night, burying his face further into Markus’ chest and inhaling heavily, his arm reaching for the older man, fingers tangling with Markus’ soft chest hair.

Now, as the sun rose high in the cloudy sky outside the cabin, Markus lay still while Tonny unconsciously rutted the hard length of his morning erection onto Markus’ thigh, slicking his skin with precome.

As Tonny’s mind finally made sense of its waking state, he went completely still, muscles tensing when realizing he had drooled all over Markus’ chest in his sleep. Embarrassment crept over him. Markus had welcomed him into his space, given him comfort when he had needed it, and how Tonny repaid him was by covering his chest in droll and rutting against his body like an animal. Tonny was bracing himself for Markus to be furious when he woke. Realizing he was alone with Markus on the bed, he wondered if it would be best to try and sneak out of the room unnoticed when a calloused, strong hand cradled the back of his skull.

“Go on,” Markus spoke, voice low and rough from sleep, rubbing his thigh against Tonny’s cock.

Tonny opened his eyes at last, glancing up at Markus to see the older man looking back at him, his pointed fangs peeking out in a sheepish smile.

Tonny moaned, finally moving again, rubbing his length against Markus when the man pulled him up, their lips meeting in an experimental kiss that sent shivers down Tonny’s spine. Tonny felt the prickle of Markus’ beard as they kissed, the older man sucking on his tongue, stealing his breath away with how filling his dominance was.

When Markus turned on his side to face Tonny, the young man met his erection, long, hard, and so very thick and heavy against Tonny’s. With one of his arms wrapping around the younger man’s waist to keep him in place, Markus rolled his hips against Tonny’s, rubbing their cocks together with such pressure that Tonny felt he would explode at a moment’s notice.

“That’s what you need,” Markus groaned, “Isn’t it, son?”

Tonny could only nod, moaning loudly every time Markus rolled his hips, pressing their leaking, straining erections together with more force each time.

“Answer me, son,” Markus demanded.

“Ja,” Tonny’s voice broke in a sob, “Please, Da-”

“Open your mouth,” the older man said, moving two fingers to rub on Tonny’s tongue, “Suck.”

Tonny moaned around the fingers, calloused and heavy on his tongue. He sucked the digits deep, spit pooling on the back of his throat as Markus moved his fingers in and out in slow, rocking motions following the rhythm of his hips.

“Very good, my boy,” Markus praised, cradling Tonny’s head to his neck and reaching around into the cleft of Tonny’s ass, “Relax for me now.”

Tonny gasped when Markus pressed his wet digits against his hole, the muscle tensing at first contact, but slowly giving as the two fingers circled his entrance, until it parted, enough to let Markus’ digits inside.

“Ahhh,” Tonny breathed heavily, panting on Markus’ neck as the man reached his fingers deeper, slowly moving in and out now, and then scissoring, opening him wider and making him drool and moan with each movement, until Markus touched a place inside him that made his nerves ignite.

“There we go, son,” Markus grunted appreciatively as Tonny rocked his hips against his fingers, chasing the sensation, “You’re ready for me now, aren’t you boy?”

Tonny nodded enthusiastically, sucking kisses on Markus’ neck as he was fingered open.

Soon enough though, Markus was rolling Tonny onto his back and climbing on top of the younger man, spreading his legs wide and lining his leaking cock to Tonny’s lax hole.

Markus watched as he pushed inside, slowly, his cock disappearing into Tonny's body, the muscles clenching around and trying to pull him further inside, the young man’s hole sucking on him like a vice, hungry for every inch.

Markus was careful, pushing inside slowly, waiting just enough for enough pre-come to further slick the way before pressing in another inch, his cock pulsing inside Tonny each time he clenched around him as Markus reached deeper.

With a final roll of his hips, Markus sank in completely, his furry balls now pressing on Tonny’s ass, his cock throbbing in the deepest parts of Tonny’s body he could reach.

“Good, Tonny,” Markus praised, letting go of his weight and just lying on top of Tonny while staying buried deep inside, “You took me so well, son.”

Tonny felt like he could cry from how perfect it felt to have Markus like this, on top of him, in him, his low voice hot near his ear, his beard scratching the side of his face, the older man rolling his hips. Tonny could feel the perfect, enormous girth of Markus splitting him open, the depth he was seated inside him, and the plentiful, hot seminal fluid leaking deep into his guts. It felt like love.

This, exactly this, was all Tonny never knew he needed, and one singular, forbidden, and perfect word, so unfamiliar to him until this very moment, could describe the experience to its fullest extent.

“Daddy!”

***

It was close to noon when Duncan and Nigel returned to the cabin carrying a freshly cut pine tree.

“Fuck,” Nigel swore, tripping on the few steps that led to the front door.

Duncan laughed, bearing the full weight of the tree as Nigel fell to his knees to the ground.

“Very funny, old man,” Nigel grunted, getting back on his feet.

Markus watched from where he stood with a coffee mug in hand as the two men entered the cabin, Duncan with his good-natured content smile and Nigel cursing right behind.

“Hm… What do you think?” Duncan asked, putting the pine tree down by the corner of the living room, the top of it just an inch away from the ceiling.

“That’s fucking great, Santa,” Nigel huffed, half-annoyed half-proud, leaning to plant a kiss on Duncan’s cheek.

Duncan’s lips twitched in a contained smile, the Black Kaiser then turning to Markus, who nodded in approval.

Tonny joined them soon, freshly showered and wearing one of Markus’ warm, festive sweaters. Nigel didn’t miss how he and Markus exchanged a furtive glance.

“I see someone had fun this morning,” he teased.

Tonny averted his eyes, noticing the new acquisition in the room.

“A Christmas tree!” the young Dane beamed, turning to Markus “You have more lights?”

“Of course, son,” Markus smiled, “And some other things as well.”

“Markus has been preparing for a while,” Duncan added in an amused tone.

“Go and fetch them, Dunc,” the older Dane asked, “I’ll make us breakfast.”

Duncan walked with Nigel and Tonny to Markus’ shed, finding two boxes full of hand-sculpted wooden Christmas decorations in various colors, from reddish intricate snowflakes to dark brown stars and light little snowmen cut from circular pieces of wood. Duncan also retrieved a box of spare Christmas lights, the very same he had used the year before.

Together they made their way back to the cabin, and Markus soon joined them in the living room with four mugs of freshly brewed steaming whisky-spiked coffee, he and Duncan sat back, sipping on their hot drinks and exchanging smiles, watching fondly as the two younger men started to decorate their tree.

***

On the day before Christmas, Duncan drove to the town of Triple Oak to meet with Nigel and Tonny. The Romanian had insisted that Duncan pick them up and also chose a movie for them to watch on Christmas Eve, announcing that he and Markus would also cook the same dinner as the year before to keep their tradition alive.

Now, Duncan was in front of the film vending machine, squinting his eye in the dim light of the cloudy, grey afternoon to see the available titles. Unable to make sense of the small letters, the Black Kaiser searched for his reading glasses in the pockets of his coat, cursing when they fell from his fingers to the snow-covered ground.

Laughing echoed across the street.

Duncan blinked the sounds away, bending to retrieve his glasses and cleaning them on his coat before putting them on over his eye patch. He tilted his head further as he started to read the small list of movie titles.

“Looks like grandpa forgot an eye,” a young voice spoke.

“That old fart is blind even with glasses on,” another young voice teased. The laughter got louder.

Duncan sighed, focusing his attention back on the film list.

“AHHH! WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?!” someone screamed.

Duncan heard the rapid shuffling of feet of half a dozen people running, followed by a loud cursing in his native language. Finally taking his eyes off the screen, the Black Kaiser turned to see Nigel walking across the street toward him with a full grocery paper bag in hand.

“Tonny got them,” the Romanian chuckled.

Duncan watched Tonny chasing the group of kids down the main street.

“He shouldn’t have,” Duncan spoke, self-conscious, instinctually moving to take off his glasses.

“Of course he fucking should,” Nigel interrupted, taking hold of Duncan’s arm, “Don’t take them off, gorgeous, you look hot as fuck with your glasses on.”

Nigel closed the space between them, capturing Duncan’s lips, letting a pleased moan when the Black Kaiser sucked back on his in response.

“I like your age,” Nigel whispered, “Daddy.”

Duncan’s cock twitched inside his pants, and if they weren’t out on the street he would have bent Nigel over and taken him right there. Instead, he just smiled and went back to choosing a movie.

“Ha! I rule!” Tonny yelled from afar, soon trotting back to them with blood from breaking the kid’s nose smeared on his fist, and a ridiculous smile on his face.

***

Nigel watched the three men eating, satisfied with himself for providing their Christmas Eve meal. Duncan and Markus ate with gusto, sitting side by side and sharing one of the many Kaiser rolls Markus had baked for the occasion. Tonny was a bit surprised by Nigel’s cooking, but such as it was with the two older men the year before, upon his first taste of the traditional Romanian tripe soup, the young Dane was instantly convinced, eagerly going for another spoonful.

And so, they dined in companionship, sharing laughs, food, whisky, and fond glances all around, another truly memorable Christmas. Nigel noticed that Tonny was seemingly overwhelmed by everything, for what was likely his first real Christmas, sharing it with people who cared for him.

Later when their bellies were full and warm, the four men moved to the living room, where Duncan had put the original “A Christmas Carol” film to play on his small television. The Black Kaisen soon fell back on his armchair, letting out a pleased grunt as Nigel followed to sit sideways onto his lap, laughing and calling him Santa in a way that warmed his belly even further.

Exchanging a knowing glance with Tonny, Nigel took Duncan’s eye patch off and materialized a Santa hat that was hidden in one of his pockets, one he had secretly purchased earlier that day for this exact moment.

As Nigel put the hat on Duncan, the Black Kaiser let out an amused huff, his thin eyebrows lifting in question. “Really?”

The Romanian only smiled, planting a warm kiss on Duncan’s cheek. “Really, Santa.”

“It suits you,” Markus joked, dropping down on the second armchair he had brought many months before to Duncan’s living room.

“You’re one to talk,” Duncan retorted, feigning annoyance as Nigel peppered kisses on his neck.

Tonny stood watching Markus, then looking at Nigel and back at Markus once again.

Noticing Tonny’s anxious behavior and the bulge on the left pocket of the younger man’s track pants, Markus grunted in amusement.

“Fine,” he nodded to Tonny, “Come and put mine on.”

Tonny beamed, hastily taking a few steps toward Markus, and fitting his Santa hat to the older Dane who in turn pulled Tonny to his lap.

“Settle down, son,” Markus whispered, hands wrapping around Tonny’s middle, his eyes turning to the television, “You’ll enjoy this one.”

***

As the TV screen went black and the credits started to roll, Nigel let out a loud sigh, his head turning slightly to nose at Duncan’s jaw, the older man’s stubble delicious and rough on his skin.

“This is the perfect Christmas,” he murmured, content of being held on the Black Kaiser’s lap.

“Yes,” Markus agreed, breath ghosting next to Tonny’s ear as the older man kissed the side of his face, who shivered with the contact. “It is.”

“The night is still young, beautiful,” Ducan continued, a calloused hand cupping Nigel’s chin, turning him until their lips met.

Tonny watched the sensual exchange, heat further pooling on his belly as Markus continued to nose at his neck, peppering soft kisses and worrying the skin with the scratch of his beard.

“How about you unwrap Santa’s present,” Duncan chuckled when Nigel pulled back. The Romanian shot him a rather indecent look, licking a stripe down Duncan’s neck and then removing the older man’s turtleneck.

“Good boy,” Duncan grunted as Nigel buried his face on his chest, kissing every inch and dampening his soft, plentiful salt and pepper chest hair with greedy licks, the Romanian quick on making his way to wantonly suck on one of Duncan’s nipples.

Tonny moaned, feeling the growing hardness of Markus' cock pressing against his ass as the older man turned him, their mouths finding each other in an urgent kiss.

“What about you, son? Can you also be a good boy for me?” Markus asked when their lips parted.

Tonny nodded enthusiastically, his hands gripping Markus' muscled chest through his sweater.

Markus smiled, his jaw working while coaxing Tonny’s mouth open with his fingers, a strong hand on his chin keeping Tonny’s jaw parted wide.

Tonny’s eyes rolled back when he realized what Markus was doing, the thick, warm string of saliva the older Dane let drip from his mouth into Tonny’s, pooling on his tongue and making his cock twitch inside his pants. As the last drop fell into Tonny’s open mouth, Markus watched his saliva around Tonny’s gums, filling his mouth to the back of his throat. When the older man ordered Tony to swallow, he did. Tonny felt claimed.

“You know what to do, son” Markus muttered, leaning back on his seat, and spreading his legs wide, fingers leaving Tonny’s face to fish for a cigarette on a small table nearby.

Tonny naturally fell on his knees to the floor, the side of his face rubbing against the throbbing hardness under Markus' pants.

All the while, Nigel continued to worship all of Duncan’s scarred body, kissing and licking every inch, now licking around and biting softly on his belly, reveling in the small roundness of Duncan’s stomach that just made him that bit extra.

Soon, however, Nigel’s teeth were unbuttoning Duncan’s pants, pulling down his zipper to reveal the older man hadn’t put underwear on that night.

Nigel moaned, burying his nose in the man’s coarse, greying pubic hair, kissing the base of Duncan’s hardening cock while taking greedy inhales of the musky, inebriating scent of his arousal where it was the strongest.

“Take me out, beautiful,” Duncan muttered, following to lift his hips as Nigel pulled down his pants off.

Nigel mouthed at the heavy, thick cock that sprung out of Duncan’s pants, licking the side of the shaft all the way to the leaking head, moaning as he collected the first drops of seminal fluid that dripped out of Duncan’s foreskin, before tracing a pulsing, thick vein down on the underside with the tip of his tongue, following down until it disappeared into the man’s pubes.

The Romanian thought he could stay there forever, mouthing at Duncan’s balls, feeling the heavy weight of his sac on his tongue, sucking softly on the wrinkled skin as the man’s cock throbbed against his face, continuously leaking warm precome all over him.

Eventually, though, Nigel was too greedy with the need to feel Duncan’s cock down his throat like the many times he did before, so he let the man’s balls fall from the hot cavern of his mouth and followed to lick the tip of the Black Kaiser’s erection instead while kneading and tugging softly on the man’s sac with his calloused hand.

Nigel dipped his tongue into the foreskin, circling the head and tasting the delicious, viscous fluid that leaked from Duncan’s slit, the older man moaning at his ministrations, pulsing on his tongue. Nigel then pulled the foreskin back, exposing Duncan’s engorged, spongy cockhead, supporting it on his tongue, massaging his frenulum with slow in and out movements until he started to plunge deeper, lips stretched wide around the thick, veiny girth of Duncan’s cock.

He savored every inch, from how Duncan’s balls grew tighter on his hand, to the cock in his mouth throbbing with each movement that made it slip further inside, to Duncan’s breathing going heavy as Nigel’s took him deeper and deeper, feeling the spasming muscles of the man’s throat around his cockhead. Nigel was hungry for it, so even when he choked on Duncan’s impressive length, he didn’t stop, holding his breath and taking him further down his throat, the wet cavern straining around the thick invasion. Nigel moaned unabashedly. He was sure he could memorize the shape of every vein of Duncan’s cock inside his throat, pulsing and throbbing, filling him deeply while leaking hot, delicious bitter seminal fluid directly into his esophagus.

“Beautiful,” Duncan muttered, a hand finding the back of Nigel’s head, gently holding him down with lips grinding on his pubic bone.

Soon, Nigel started an unhurried rhythm, breathing through his nose while pulling back halfway of Duncan’s heavy cock, just enough so the throbbing head was out of the Romanian’s throat so he would inhale the older man's musky scent and then plunge deep again, taking Duncan's cock to the hilt, his hairy balls going tight against Nigel’s chin, making the Black Kaiser moan in pleasure.

Although not with the same level of technique, Tonny also worshipped Markus’ cock just as eagerly, hungrily mouthing at the thick, leaking hardness from the moment he pulled the man’s pants off. Tonny made sure to kiss along every single vein that twisted and turned, pulsing heavily on the engorged length, feasting on Markus’ plentiful amounts of precome.

Tonny now cupped the older Dane’s balls in his hands, massaging them lightly in a way he knew he liked himself, rubbing the side of his face to every inch of Markus’ cock, the older man making his skin wet with seminal fluid.

When Tonny took Markus’ cock into his mouth, he instantly struggled with the girth of it, his jaw borderline hurting from opening so wide, but the addictive taste of seminal fluid and the comforting, heavy weight on his tongue had Tonny pushing himself down further, trying to take more and more inside.

Markus groaned above him, puffing warm smoke, the combination of the cigarette smell with the scent of Markus’ own musk making Tonny moan in pleasure, saliva dripping out of the seal of his lips around the throbbing cock in his mouth, tongue massaging the head and dipping inside the man’s foreskin where the taste of him was the strongest.

“You’re taking it so well, son,” Markus praised, rolling his hips and pushing his cock deeper into Tonny’s welcoming mouth, hitting the back of the younger man’s throat for the first time.

Tonny choked violently, spurting saliva around Markus’ dick, pulling back from the intrusion until only the head remained on his tongue.

“It’s alright, my boy,” Markus whispered, puffing out more smoke, his voice rough and low. “Can you relax for me?”

Tonny moaned, nodding, his eyes starting to water as Markus started to push inside again.

“There we go,” Markus grunted when the head of his cock hit the back of Tonny’s throat again, the younger man not choking this time. “Hold me there for a bit, son.”

Tonny let out an assenting sound, vibrating around Markus’ throbbing erection, tasting more of his seminal fluid leaking on the back of his tongue with barely half of the man’s enormous thick cock lodged inside his mouth.

Eventually, Tonny unconsciously started to suckle, taking Marku’s length deeper into his throat without even noticing, one inch at a time.

Markus let out an amused breath, one of his hands finding the bulge on Tonny’s throat, a calloused palm feeling how the muscles there distended as the boy took him deeper.

Without even noticing, Tonny had held down his breathing and took in Markus to the hilt, widening his throat, deep, still suckling around the pulsating, blood-filled mass of Markus' hardness, now lodged deep into his throat. Tonny could only moan, drunk on cock as his nose found the untamed forest of Markus’ greying pubes, coarse, wiry, and perfect against his face while he kept the older man lodged deep inside.

Markus watched as Nigel stopped sucking on Ducan’s cock when he realized the older man was getting close, getting up from his knees and ridding himself of his clothes before getting back onto Duncan’s lap, chest to chest, kissing the Black Kaiser passionately, all the while keeping Tonny on his knees, practically cock warming him.

Duncan’s strong hands quickly found Nigel’s ass, giving each globe a sound slap as the Romanian ground against his cock. His hands gripped the reddening flesh, hard enough to bruise, pulling the globes apart and rubbing the leaking head of his spit-soaked erection to Nigel’s rim.

“Lube?” The Black Kaiser asked, biting on Nigel’s lips.

Nigel shook his head, breathing heavily and grinding down on Duncan’s cock more forcefully, the tip catching on his entrance.

“No,” He moaned, feeling a warm drop of pre come leaking directly into his opening, “I want it to hurt a little a bit, Daddy.”

Duncan rumbled, biting sharply on the column of Nigel’s throat as he started to push inside, the tight ring of muscle parting wide around the head of his veiny shaft.

Nigel went lax in Duncan’s lap, the older man spreading him open on his cock, slowly reaching deeper as he sank inch by inch, his strong grip on Nigel’s ass pushing the Romanian down on his cock, throbbing inside the tight, hot channel.

Nigel could feel all his nerves coming alive, stinging heat where his muscles were stretched around Duncan, slowly becoming more and more wet as the older man leaked inside him, easing the glide of his way in. It took them a while as Nigel was taking him raw, but eventually, he was seated in to the very hilt, throbbing deep inside the unforgiving grip of Nigel’s body.

The Romanian ground his hips down in a circular motion, his inner walls relaxing slightly around the intrusion as he was speared open on Duncan’s heavy, girthy cock. It was a feeling he had easily become addicted to.

“Perfect,” Nigel moaned, licking messily into Duncan’s mouth, his arms wrapping around the older man in a warm hug, holding him close as if his life depended on it, “You’re perfect, Duncan. I want to hold you inside me forever”

Duncan’s eye watered with Nigel’s raw display of affection, the Black Kaiser suddenly vulnerable while experiencing such pleasure.

Slowly, they started to pick up the pace, Nigel’s hard cock trapped in between their stomachs as he started to ride Duncan, hips lifting slightly just to drop down again taking all of Duncan back inside.

With every movement, the older man’s large cock inside Nigel put constant pressure on his prostate, making the Romanian’s straining erection start leaking, which only incited him further. Soon, Duncan was also thrusting his hips with each of Nigel’s movements, his heavy balls slapping soundly on Nigel’s ass each time. The couple panted heavily into each other’s mouths with desperate kisses as their pace increased to the point of Duncan’s strong hands gripping Nigel’s ass still in place while the older man pounded Nigel with deep, fast staccato thrusts that made the Romanian completely melt in his arms, drooling from pleasure as Duncan’s tongue started to fuck deep in and out of his mouth at the same pace his cock was abusing Nigel’s hole. Nigel felt filled, claimed.

With a violent deep thrust, Duncan stilled inside Nigel, his girthy cock pulsing on the brink of orgasm, just a single thrust away from coming. The Black Kaiser panted, his hair wild and sweaty, sticking to his forehead, the Santa hat Nigel had put on him long gone from his head amidst the heavy pounding. Duncan’s lips parted from Nigel then, only to speak obscenities in the Romanian’s ear.

“You’re hungry for it, aren’t you?” He rumbled, “You want us both inside you again, don’t you, my boy?”

Nigel nodded, hiding his face in the crook of Duncan’s neck, breathing heavily from the rough fucking “Yes- Fuck- Please, Daddy.”

Duncan hummed in satisfaction, his lone eye glancing at Markus in the firelight.

Markus smiled at his lover, turning his attention back to Tonny then who was still warming his cock. The older Dane petted the boy between his legs, slowly coaxing his cock out of the boy’s mouth, completely soaked in spit.

“Very good, son,” Markus praised, watching fondly as Tonny blinked as if he had woken out of a stupor back to reality, “You did so well.”

Markus then got up on his feet, kicking the pants hanging around his ankles away and removing his sweater, the Santa hat falling from his head in the process.

“Touch yourself now, my boy, but don’t come just yet,” Markus said, pulling Tonny back to his feet, kissing him deep, and then pushing him down to sit on his armchair, “I have a promise to keep.”

Tonny nodded, heady off the oral stimulation, he could swear he could still feel the sensation of Markus' large cock stretching out his throat, as if the thick member had shaped his insides to the exact form of Markus’ cock.

When he sat back, Tonny noticed his cock was straining inside his pants, aching and untouched, with a wet spot visible through the fabric. Watching the scene that started to unfold in front of him, Tonny, took his rigid cock out, stroking lightly over his length, his eyes fixed on the movements of Markus’ large, strong, hairy, and naked form.

Markus approached Nigel and Duncan, his heavy, strong hands massaging Nigel’s back, kneading the muscles there while pushing him more forcefully against Duncan’s chest.

“You want it rough tonight, don’t you kid?” Markus’ voice rumbled behind Nigel.

“Yeah. Fuck- Wanna be sore tomorrow,” Nigel replied, his mouth plastered to Duncan’s neck.

Markus chuckled, gripping Nigel’s sides with more force, making the muscles in his arms flex with the tension as he stepped closer and aligned his hips to where Duncan and Nigel were connected.

Tonny licked his lips, squeezing his cock to starve off his orgasm, eyes following the strain in Markus' muscles, noticing the military tattoo on the inside of his forearm, so different from his own low-quality ones. The contrast between himself and Markus alone was enough to send shivers down Tonny’s spine.

Markus tapped Nigel’s stretched rim with his cockhead, a fresh, translucent drop of seminal fluid sticking to his skin, and then, taking hold of his thick cock, he started to push, probing slightly in alongside Duncan’s girthy member.

“Fuck!” Nigel sobbed, the additional stretch sending spikes of stinging hot pain up his spine.

“Shhh,” Duncan cooed, rocking slowly inside Nigel, his length seated deep inside, his motions easing the glide of Markus’ cockhead. “This is what you wanted, boy.”

Nigel nodded, moaning loudly as Markus pushed in another inch, his hole stretching so wide around their combined girth. He could feel Markus’ pulse on his insides now, much shallower than Duncan’s still, which was throbbing way up his core.

“Please, Daddy!” Nigel asked, rocking back on their cocks a bit, his eyes watering from the mean stretch of his hole. “Fill me.”

Markus groaned then, pushing in a single thrust to the hilt, joining Duncan into the deepest parts of Nigel’s body they could possibly reach.

“FUCK!” The Romanian screamed, his eyes shutting from pain, his body shivering on top of Duncan’s, he could feel a warm slick inside he was sure was not precome. It hurt so much, but it felt oh so good to have both Duncan and Markus inside him again. It was what he needed.

The older men grunted in unison as Nigel clenched around their combined form, his insides grasping on their cocks as if they would never be let out, to be permanently locked inside Nigel.

Duncan could feel Markus throbbing against him, the warm mixture of seminal fluid and blood from where Nigel had torn pooling around the head of their cocks. Markus stilled deep after thrusting in, falling back on top of Nigel, his chest pressing on the man’s back. He knew he was too rough, but he also knew that it was what the kid needed it.

Now, while Nigel slowly grew accustomed to the extreme girth and depth of their combined cocks, Markus was content to lean in next to the Romanian and whisper sweet nothings next to his ear, praising him for taking both of his Daddies so well peppering kisses on the back of his neck and on the side of his face, all while keeping his throbbing length inside the tight grip of the boy’s insides.

With the praise and attention, Nigel relaxed, and when moaning in pleasure as his hole clenched around the two men again, he gave voice to his feelings, “Fuck. You feel so good inside, stretching me deep… Fuck- Fuck me, please, fucking fuck me…”

“There you go, beautiful,” Duncan whispered, starting to move along Markus, “Such a good boy for your Daddies.”

Tonny watched the scene enraptured, nearly drooling at how Nigel’s hole stretched so wide to accommodate the impossible girth of Duncan and Markus’ massive erections together. He couldn’t even risk touching his cock now, for Tonny was sure he would come on the spot if he did.

Markus groaned in pleasure as he started to move as well, pulling halfway out when Duncan pressed in, and pushing to the hilt as Duncan retreated, fucking into Nigel’s tight hole, delighting in the slick glide of Duncan’s cock, pulsating against him as they rubbed on each other and into Nigel’s insides, the perfect vessel to receive their combined pleasure.

Duncan and Markus kept on fucking Nigel for so long the Romanian couldn’t tell how many times he came. His prostate was abused repeatedly with Duncan and Markus alternating thrusts, twice as fast as one cock alone would be able to assault it. Their rhythm increased, bordering on punishing until the men were on the brink of coming, and then they stilled, both sinking in completely into Nigel and waiting it out, edging each other while making Nigel come untouched time and time again, from spurting come on Duncan’s stomach up to his sternum in the first couple times, tangling his pillowy chest hair with hot, thick semen, to now coming dry, his muscles tensing repeatedly as he clenched over and over around the massive intrusion inside his guts, Nigel had lost count of his orgasms.

With a shine of sweat glistening on their skin, Markus and Duncan exchanged a knowing look, nodding to each other while holding Nigel tight between them. Now was the time.

“Brace yourself, boy,” Markus said, voice going tired and raspy from exertion, a drop of sweat falling from his forehead into Nigel’s ashen blond hair. “We’re going to fill you up now.”

Nigel moaned in response, lax in their grip as they started moving again, slowly at first, increasing the pace with each thrust. The Romanian was drunk on their cocks, on how perfectly they owned and fucked him, encouraging the two older men with filthy words.

“Fuck- Yes, Markus,” he panted, “Come inside me… Breed me nice and deep old man, Fuck!”

“What a greedy boy you are,” Duncan grunted, picking up his pace along Markus.

“Fuck- Daddy. Yeah, you fuck me so fucking good- Shit- I want your come, please.”

This time Duncan and Markus didn’t hold back, mercilessly pounding Nigel’s hole, incensed by the Romanian’s dirty mouth, they fucked in and in, so hard and fast the friction between their cocks was turning hot and painful, and that was what did it. They pushed it all in together, both of their thick, long cocks buried deep into Nigel, burning and aching, pulsating, throbbing, and finally coming, their balls drawing tight together as heavy, plentiful spurts of hot, thick semen poured deep into Nigel’s guts.

It felt like it would never end, the continuous stream of seed being poured inside Nigel filling him to bursting, pooling around Duncan and Markus’ cock that continued to spurt rope after heavy rope of come, as if fuelling each other, leaving Nigel the fullest he had ever felt in his life.

It was perfect.

“Fuck,” he swore, feeling the copious amount of semen sloshing inside him, “That’s so good… You are so good to me.”

Markus' knees buckled, the older man resting his weight onto Nigel, his chest going heavy on the Romanian’s back as he spilled the last few drops of come with a couple of weak final, pulses, keeping his spent length seated deep inside along Duncan’s, plugging Nigel full and keeping their come from dripping out of the young man.

“I’m so proud of you, my boy,” Duncan whispered, kissing Nigel softly, his arms reaching for Markus as well, stroking the older Dane’s muscled shoulders gently as they exchanged a fond look.

Eventually, as Duncan and Markus softened, they slipped out of Nigel’s body, followed by copious amouts of seed leaking from the Romanian’s now gaping hole.

“Let’s move this to the bed, son,” Markus spoke, up on his feet now, watching Tonny who had his eyes glued to Nigel’s entrance, ruined and leaking semen down the man’s tights. “It’s your turn now.”

Markus helped Nigel and Duncan to their feet, and together the four men walked to Duncan’s bedroom, the Black Kaiser fetching a pack of smokes on the way.

“Take your clothes off, son,” Markus spoke, sitting on the bed and leaning against the headboard, his spent heavy balls and cock resting amidst his hairy legs spread wide on the mattress.

Tonny immediately obeyed, discarding his clothes by the foot of the bed and standing in the low light of the warm fire burning bright nearby, his cock still rock-hard and leaking in need of attention.

“Very good, Tonny,” Duncan added, lighting a cigarette and joining Markus on the bed, mirroring his position beside him, his spent hairy cock and balls on display.

“Come here, my boy,” Duncan turned to Nigel, “Lay on your stomach, I know you’re still hungry.”

Nigel smiled, content as a cat in the sun, doing as instructed and lying down close so that he could mouth and lick at Duncan and Markus' come-slick flaccid cocks.

“Always wanting more…” Markus grunted amused as Nigel lapped at his cock.

“Go on Tonny,” Duncan nodded at him, inhaling and then passing the lit cigarette to Markus, “My boy is all yours to use.”

Tonny moaned, searching Markus' eyes for approval, instantly granted with a curt nod. The younger Dane’s eyes went straight back to Nigel’s come-stained gaping hole, his mouth watering. He realized he wanted to shove his tongue in deep, taste Markus and Duncan’s spent inside Nigel. Now uninhibited, Tonny did just that.

With eager hands spreading Nigel’s ass, Tonny hopped on the bed, kneeling in between the Romanian’s spread legs, his tongue licking an experimental stripe over the gaping hole.

“Fuck,” Nigel moaned, now suckling on Duncan’s limp cock.

The Black Kaiser smiled, watching as Tonny’s tongue disappeared in the crack of Nigel’s ass. Markus' calloused fingers reached for Duncan’s chin, turning the man toward him. Duncan saw Markus inhaling heavily from the cigarette on his lips, before taking it off and then bringing their mouths together in a languid kiss. Duncan savored Markus’ tongue, exploring deep into his mouth, and then the older Dane exhaled, the hot smoke in his lungs pushed into Ducan, filling him. Duncan grunted in pleasure, his cock twitching under Nigel’s tongue as he breathed in the smoke.

“Again,” he asked, a hand moving to grip Markus’ beard, keeping him close now as the older man brought the cigarette back to his lips and inhaled.

Unknowing of the older men’s sensual exchange, Tonny was focused on the bitter, delicious taste of their mixed semen leaking from Nigel. The young man lapped enthusiastically, circling Nigel’s rim with the tip of his tongue before prodding deep again, licking everywhere he could reach unbothered with his own obscene slurping noises, making Nigel moan with a mouthful of cock as the Romanian now cock warmed Markus’ soft length and furry balls while massaging Duncan’s hairy sac affectionally.

The two older Danes kissed unhurriedly, enjoying their shared smoke, only stopping to watch as Tonny kneeled closer behind Nigel and aligned his cock with the man’s gaping hole.

With an easy, slow glide, Tonny pushed inside, moaning loudly when his cockhead found a pool of hot, thick semen deep into Nigel that hadn’t leaked out.

“Perfect, son,” Markus muttered, “You saw what he likes, you know what to do.”

Tonny nodded, pushing deeper into the mess of Nigel’s hole, making the Romanian moan around his mouthful of Markus’ cock and balls.

Slowly, Tonny set a rhythm, fucking in and out of Nigel’s slick body with abandon, his cock sopping wet from the sheer volume of semen inside Nigel, making this the messiest fuck Tonny had ever experienced. He was addicted to it, to the feeling of Markus and Duncan’s come slicking his cock, he didn’t think he could ever fuck anyone ever again without their holes being stuffed full before his turn, and now with these men in his life, he didn’t have to worry about it anymore, so Tonny let go.

For the first time in forever, Tonny wasn’t worried about his dick being hard, he just fucked and fucked, hard, fast and uncaring for he knew Nigel loved the rough treatment. Who would have thought that all Tony had ever needed to get hard was a strong man owning him and pinning him down or a sopping wet hole full of come for him to fuck. This was Tonny’s new drug.

Nevertheless, Tonny cannot last as long as he wished to, and soon he starts to pound Nigel brutally, his hips slapping loudly on Nigel’s ass until he stills, deep, and erupts, adding his spunk to the mess inside Nigel’s guts.

The sensation is nothing but ecstatic, being filled further, with more hot, thick spurts of come that mix and swirl on his insides. Nigel is sure he will be leaking until the new year, especially knowing the men will not wait that long to fill him again, and again.

Nigel lets out a pleased groan, letting go of Markus' cock when Tonny collapses on his back. He can feel the damp, sweaty chest hair of the younger Dane sticking to his skin as he moves, shuddering with a few final deep thrusts inside, spurting weakly the last drops of seed as he empties his balls inside the Romanian and immediately starts to doze off, eyes heavy with sleep.

Markus smiles at his boy, planting a last kiss on Duncan’s lips before scooting over behind Tonny, pulling him and Nigel to their sides so he can cuddle the boy, nosing the tattoo on the back of the younger Dane.

“Merry Christmas,” Markus rasps, arms wrapping around Tonny’s middle.

Nigel smiles at the sound of Markus' voice, low and satisfied, he is sure Tonny didn’t hear it, already asleep from the rhythm of his breathing on the back of Nigel’s neck. The Romanian shivers as Tonny moves slightly in his slumber, scooting back onto Markus' arms a bit. Tonny’s softening cock is still lodged inside, and Nigel follows Tonny’s movement with his hips, hoping he can fall asleep like this.

Duncan lies down on his back next to him, pulling Nigel’s head on his chest, and kissing the Romanian’s forehead. “Merry Christmas, my boy,” he whispers, voice rough with sleep.

Nigel noses further into Duncan’s chest, whispering and kissing the damp, pillowy hair there “Merry Christmas, old man.”

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On the following week, as distant fireworks color the sky, shedding new light into the year that had just begun, a shooting star crossed above the four men standing in the snow around the makeshift fire Duncan had lit outside his cabin. The star pierced through the dark of the night, rapidly moving towards the horizon to merge with the celebratory lights of the new year.

Duncan watched Tonny pointing up, quickly wishing for another bottle of whisky and Markus’ lips twitching as if trying not to laugh at Nigel, who, realizing he had missed it, turned to curse at the heavens.

The Black Kaiser smiled fondly at the scene, and there was nothing he could think of asking to the skies, as sharing his life with these men was everything he could ever wish for.

THE END

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