| 1. | [100moods] 92. Surprised | Sparrow x Frost, last-name basis | 2. | [15pairings] look who's on top | top!Simon x Frost not during groupsex | 3. | [50harlequins] Spoiled Rich Girl and Poor Boy | Circle!Sparrow x Victor!Frost | 4. | Alduin x F!DB x M!DB, corruption & Shout!Sex | 5. | [15pairings] indecent exposure | Galen x Frost, seduction |
| 6. | Avery x Rylan x Jackson, dubcon & sex pollen | 7. | Caderyn catches Charon x Adrasteia | 8. | [15pairings] men | Simon x Sam, first time | 9. | [citrus-taste | Kinkier Table] 44. masturbation | Sparrow x Frost | 10. | [alphabetasoup] Hades | Sparrow x Frost |
| 11. | Dark!Hera x everyone AU | 12. | demon!Rylan x Avery x Ion, dubcon (Susanne & Myles Die AU) | 13. | Dom!M!Dragonborn x slave!Ancano x slave!Ondolemar, mindbreak | 14. | Domme!Esmeralda x slave!Scorpius x slave!Octavius, noncon & mindbreak | 15. | Dom!Sigurd x slave!Charon x slave!Caderyn x slave!Zephyrus (+ Adrasteia) |
| 16. | [citrus-taste] K-2. table | Sparrow x Simon x Nadia | 17. | [citrus-taste] 26. harems | Harem/Parabellum Crossover | 18. | [paranormal25] 23. writer's choice, tentacles | 19. | Malene x Ancano, fantasy AU & arranged marriage | 20. | [Maze of Fiends] Mate or Die AU |
| 21. | M!DB x M!Werewolf, hentai physiology & urethral penetration | 22. | [over-look] play dead | Izzy x Octavian, necrophilia roleplay | 23. | [smut-69] oil | Sparrow x Frost | 24. | [smut-69] orgy | Sparrow x Frost x Simon x Nadia x Loretta x Izzy | 25. | [lover100] S-61. secret | Sparrow x Frost |
| 26. | [lover-100] S-27. threesome | Sparrow x Frost x Galen | 27. | [citrus-taste] K-47. in public | Sparrow x Frost x Galen | 28. | Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #1 | 29. | Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #2 |
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Look Who's On Top [1/?]
And try as he might to pretend otherwise, Simon knew exactly what this was. Frost was being an idiot, as usual, but this time, he was being downright reckless. Letting Sparrow alone with Seth Reinhold was the worst idea Simon had ever heard--the only thing he could imagine that could possibly be worse was the thought letting Octavian have her, and this was just barely a step above it. Seth Reinhold was dangerous, as likely to kill her as to fuck her, and Simon would do damn near anything if it meant persuading her to sever ties with him once and for all. Frost, being Frost, knew that damn well.
So here he was, glaring at the door to Frost's bedroom while he tried to persuade himself to knock on the door and make his presence known. Frost had already explained to him what was going on--to an extent, at least, and Simon had been able to infer from there. Sparrow was spending the night with her new boy toy in the spare room, taking for granted that she wasn't going to end up dead by morning, and Frost fully intended to use it as an opportunity to try to sway Simon into going along with his batshit crazy schemes.
For Frost, of course, this was a win/win situation. By letting Sparrow spend the night with her new lover--who, from all that Simon had heard, wanted nothing at all to do with Frost and violently refused to touch him--a refusal that was only tolerated because of Sparrow's interference, Simon knew--Frost would be winning Sparrow's favor, however slightly. Meanwhile, he'd have the chance to go to work on Simon, trying once again to present the idea of a more... permanent relationship as something that wasn't an utterly horrifying prospect. And even Simon could admit that he'd have a better shot at it than usual, though he certainly wasn't about to actually let Frost convince him of anything. Frost, Simon knew, was going to keep reminding him that Sparrow and Seth were next door, doing who the fuck wanted to know what to each other, and Frost was going to try to present this--the idea of replacing her romance with this latest, most insane victor with an ongoing polyamory between Frost, Sparrow, Nadia, and himself--as the best alternative. And while Simon certainly wasn't going to argue that it was certainly a better idea than letting Sparrow keep fucking Seth... he wasn't about to give up his own freedom, either.
And so, of course, Frost knew that even if he failed to convince Simon tonight, he would at least get a solid fuck out of it. Simon wondered if the same could be said for himself, or if that was to be his punishment for refusing. He wouldn't put it past Frost to leave him hanging.
With a sigh, he reached out and knocked on the door--and waited.
The door opened within a few seconds, and Simon was distinctly unimpressed to find Frost standing on the other side of it, dripping wet and wearing only a white towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He raised a brow as he walked past the other man into the room, trying to make sure his up-and-down glance was as judgmental as he could make it. "Did I catch you at a bad time or something?" he asked as he headed toward the bed. "Because if you're too busy, we can always call this off."
Frost just gave him a sly little smirk. "I was in the shower, Simon. Well, we were."
Look Who's On Top [2/?]
"Sparrow and I," Frost said, as if Simon had thought he'd meant him and Seth. "I wanted to make sure she was thoroughly satisfied before I let him have her. Can't be sure he'll get the job done, after all."
Simon struggled to resist rolling his eyes. "And Sparrow let you?" he asked. "I guess you didn't present it quite that way, then, did you?"
Frost's smirk made his skin crawl. "She made a few excuses, sure," he confirmed, and Simon quickly brushed away the thought of Sparrow trying--and failing--to deter his advances, "but I made it worth her while, believe me."
"Couldn't let her go without having her first, could you?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound quite as disgusted as he felt. "You had to make sure he knew you'd fucked her right before?"
Frost couldn't have been less apologetic about it if he'd tried. "Yes," he confirmed, and Simon eyed him warily as he advanced, a bit of swagger in his hips that Simon wasn't quite sure he trusted. "And he's going to know. I sent her in there so thoroughly fucked that he's not going to be able to forget me." There was a dangerous look in Frost's eyes as he drew near, steadily closing the distance between them, but Simon held both his ground and his nonchalance. It was disconcerting, he realized, to know that look was possessiveness. The man couldn't even be jealous properly, utterly willing to give his partner over to whoever she took an interest in and yet somehow still entirely convinced that his was the claim that mattered, even though it was his and his alone that had been forced upon her against her will. "When he fucks her tonight, he's going to know I was the one who got her that wet for him. And when he tries to kiss her--if he decides to get on his knees and bury his face between her legs--he's going to be tasting me."
Simon stared back at the other man, unwilling to let that disturbingly intense look unsettle him. "So... I'm gonna have to wait for you to get it back up, is what you're saying?"
Frost laughed, and Simon flinched as he reached up to touch his fingers to his jawline. Frost was looking at him with a hunger Simon hadn't seen turned in his direction for quite some time, not since those first few weeks of Simon's own captivity, and he was well aware that it wasn't about him at all; this was entirely about Sparrow, and every single ounce of that lust was borne of the disturbing little power game he was playing against Seth. It was just Simon's luck that he'd get caught in the middle.
"No, dear, that's not at all what I'm saying. I don't need to be hard for what we're going to do tonight."
That caught him off guard. Simon quickly schooled his surprised expression into something more skeptical, not at all prepared to believe this was actually going to go in a direction he actually wouldn't mind. "Don't you?"
Simon felt Frost tracing his jawline with his fingertips, and he had the distinct impression of being trapped in the cage of a hungry lion. "Not unless you've got your heart set on getting fucked tonight. If you do, I don't mind... but I was rather hoping you'd want to top."
Somehow, being offered what he wanted--or, more accurately, hearing that Frost wanted it, too--felt like a trap, and there was a small part of him that wondered if perhaps Frost was a bit more interested in Seth than he had let on. It would be just his luck if Sparrow had dropped him to fuck some lunatic, only for Frost to use him as the same man's stand-in. Wonderful.
"Couldn't persuade her new boyfriend to do it, I suppose?" He hoped he wasn't pushing his luck too far. It was always rather hard to tell with Frost.
To his relief, Frost merely seemed amused, and Simon watched uncertainly as he leaned in closer until they are almost near enough to kiss. "No," he admitted, "I couldn't. He's much harder to convince than the rest of you were. Of course, the rest of you didn't have Sparrow protecting you, did you? If she has her way, I'll never lay a hand on him."
"Do you want to, though?"
Look Who's On Top [3/?]
"She'll never forgive you if you try to force him. And, honestly, I doubt you'd survive; the man seems unhinged enough already."
The sharp bark of laughter came as a surprise. "Believe me, Simon, if I decided to try taking what I wanted from him, I wouldn't have either of them in any position to fight back. But since we're sharing him with the rest of the Circle... That idea is out. Any others?"
Simon's stomach roiled as he considered what exactly Frost was telling him. (What would he have done to them?) But he pushed the discomfort aside expertly; war knew he'd had plenty of practice these past few years. "Break them up." If he was giving advice, he supposed, it might as well be honest.
Frost looked amused, no doubt because Simon was, more or less, playing into his game. "She wouldn't forgive me for that, either. Besides, there's no real reason to separate them; not yet, at least. He hasn't tried to hurt her, which is more than a few of his clients can say for themselves, and I'm not such a hypocrite that I'll try to take her lover from her after months of promising that she can fuck whoever she wants."
"And if he does try to hurt her?"
"I've made it abundantly clear that attempting to harm her is a decision he wouldn't live to regret."
Leave it to Frost. "Then I suppose we'll both have to hope he still has his will to live."
For a moment, Frost's eyes narrowed dangerously, and Simon knew he had just offered the other man something he definitely didn't want to hear. Good. "How do you suppose I separate them, then?" he asked, and there was no question of what answer he was fishing for. "He's the first person she's wanted since she's been here."
That was a low blow, and it didn't help that Simon wondered how true it really was; Sparrow had chosen to start a relationship with Seth, but whatever was between herself and Simon, on the other hand, had been entirely instigated by Frost. She had never seemed particularly adverse to him--adverse to the ridiculous thought that she might be taking advantage of him, sure, but not to Simon himself--but perhaps Simon simply didn't know her tells; what was the likelihood, he wondered, that he was just seeing in her what he wanted to see? That he was imagining affection, friendship, even attraction where there was none? He hated to think that he might be the one taking advantage of her.
If there was any blame to be passed out, though, he would put it all squarely on Frost's shoulders.
"I'll take your word for it," he said stiffly. "You're certainly the one who should know the difference, after all, aren't you?"
From the vague amusement on Frost's face, Simon's half-hearted attempt to hurt him did nothing of the sort, but that didn't come as any particular surprise. Simon had long since begun to suspect that when it came to Sparrow, there wasn't anything anyone could say to shake the man's foundation; he thought he was in the right at all times, and nothing short of Sparrow's complete and utter breakdown could convince him that his position in her life wasn't as stable as he had taken it for granted to be.
And even that couldn't make him give this up.
"Simon, I'm serious," Frost went on, his voice frustratingly patient for a man being purposefully antagonized. "If you have a suggestion, I'd love to hear it. I told you, I'd be more than pleased to redirect her interest in a direction that would benefit me as well as her, but it doesn't appear that's going to happen. She wants him, and since she's turned down every alternative I've proposed…"
"Like who?" Simon demanded, affronted at the thought. What the fuck was going on with Frost these days, he wondered? When had Simon and Nadia stopped being good enough for the two of them, who the hell else was there for Frost to go after, and why the fuck did Simon care in the first place?
"Valter Nikolina," Frost answered, and Simon scoffed, rolling his eyes. He should have known. "Felix N--"