Fic: Special Delivery

[withthepilot]

Title: Special Delivery
Rating: NC-17 (Please read warnings!)
Pairing: Karl/Zach/Chris with lots of Zach/Chris and some Karl/Zach
Word count: 4,785
Notes: A continuation of the Dom!Karl/Zach/Chris series that ewinfic and I have going. Written for the Mega Mini Haiti-thon, hosted by ewinfic herself. anythingever donated to Unicef in exchange for a fill of this prompt: "I want a fic in that 'verse where Karl directs the Pinto boys without joining in. If he talks Zach through getting Chris off repeatedly when Chris thinks he can't take it anymore (or vice versa), well that'd be just plain SUPER." The funny thing is, I had already started this next part, and that was totally the plot I already had in mind. Spooky. Big thanks to starsandgraces for the beta read. Previous fics in the series include: Come for Him, The Christmas Package, Return to Sender and Tightening the Loop.
Warning: BDSM, bondage, drugging (consensual and w/OTC drug), auditory kink, a plethora of other dirty things.
Summary: Zach continues to be astounded by Karl's generosity.



He should have recognized the signs that something was up: the faint creaks of someone moving around the house, the shift of the mattress as it dipped behind him. The light graze of gentle knuckles across his cheek. As it was, Zach thought he was dreaming.

It clicked when the front door closed. Zach opened his eyes blearily, realizing he was conscious again. The time on his alarm clock said it was a little after nine, so he hadn't overslept. Plus, he realized after a moment, it was Sunday; he had no appointments and no plans to speak of. And of the three people who had keys to his place—one being Joe and the others being his shiny new boyfriends—only two would be up-to-date on his schedule. And only one had told him to keep the morning free.

"Karl?" he asked, moving to sit up in bed. He winced when he felt something cold and unyielding jerk at his wrists. It was a pair of classic metal handcuffs, holding them together. Zach blinked in surprise, fighting the urge to laugh. Of course Karl had noticed that Zach usually slept with his hands tucked under his cheek, of course he had. He lifted both hands so he could rub at his sleep-encrusted eyes and sat up, the bed sheets pooling around his waist and reminding him of his nudity. "Karl?" he called again, wondering what the Kiwi had in store for him today.

Then his phone buzzed. Zach leaned over to the nightstand and read the text: When I call, put me on speakerphone. Zach swallowed and did as he was told when the phone buzzed again, maneuvering his bound hands carefully so his fingertips could hit the right spots on the touch screen.

"Good morning, starshine," the accented voice greeted him, a little tinny coming through the phone's speaker. Zach licked his lips in anticipation, his slight case of morning wood stirring with interest at the situation.

"Where are you? I heard the front door close; did you leave?"

"I'm sitting in my car outside. Enjoying a croissant and a strong cup of coffee. Didn't want to disturb my sleeping beauties."

Zach's stomach rumbled lightly at the mention of food. He shook his head in confusion. "Beauties?" he repeated. He heard laughter ring out from the phone.

"Oh, don't tell me you haven't seen yet," Karl said, still chuckling faintly. He made a slurping sound as he drank. "Mmm. Turn around, Zachary."

Zach paused to steel himself before he did as he was told and then found the explanation for the mattress movement he felt earlier. On the other side of the bed was an unclothed, deeply asleep Christopher, his hands bound behind his back with another pair of handcuffs; outstretched between their bodies was the familiar sight of that oft-used red ribbon. Chris looked blissfully unaware of the world as he rested on his side, face pressed into Zach's pillow. He was completely still, almost angelic, with those dark eyelashes fanned out against his cheeks, his smooth chest rising and falling rhythmically with his slow and steady intake of breath. Zach longed to reach out and run his hands all over Chris' body, but his first movement reminded him of the cuffs around his own wrists. He made a frustrated noise and heard the throaty sound of Karl's laughter again.

"I know; I'm a bad, bad man."

Zach allowed himself to crack a wry smile as he laid down beside Chris, adjusting himself so their noses were nearly touching. Like this, he could feel Chris' faint exhalations against his lips; he licked them involuntarily. "How'd you get him in here while he was sleeping?"

"Nyquil," Karl replied nonchalantly. Zach quirked a brow and Karl smoothly continued, as if he could sense Zach's trepidation. "He knew he'd end up here. Plus, he took it hours ago, so it won't take much to wake him."

"I almost don't want to," Zach whispered, reaching up as best as he could to skim his fingers along Chris' jaw. He could swear he saw a hint of a soft smile in response. "He looks so placid. So sweet."

"You're going to wake him up," Karl said, his voice a little firmer now. "I've got a big morning planned of listening to you two get each other off without using your hands."

Zach shivered, turning back toward the phone. He wished Karl were here, a solid presence he could smell or rub against for reassurance. Since he'd gotten wrapped up in this...this thing the three of them had, he'd grown so dependent on Karl, had come to crave his direction. Still, there was something undeniably sexy about Karl speaking to him from an unknown place, soon to be listening to the sounds of Zach and Chris having sex. It was like a warped version of Charlie's Angels. Fuck, but the man was a genius.

"Okay," he exhaled. He leaned close to the phone, as if the edge of it were Karl's strong jaw, held taut as his mouth curled into a signature smirk. "Okay. Thank you, Karl."

"You're welcome," Karl murmured in response. "Now, go on, Zachary."

Zach turned back to Chris and propped himself up on his side, reaching up to stroke Chris' cheekbone and kiss the corner of his mouth. "Chris...time to wake up, sugar. Can you hear me? Open your eyes."

Chris made a sleepy sound as Zach roused him and the sight of those clear blue eyes were enough to remind Zach of his morning wood once again. They smiled softly to each other and Zach listened for instructions from Karl, but there wasn't a sound coming from the phone, not even a trace of breath.

"Hey," Chris murmured. "Surprise?"

"Nice surprise," Zach said, leaning in to lick across the pink pillow that was Chris' bottom lip. He thought about his promise to Karl, that he would always watch Chris' back and take care of him, and felt a surge of affection that glowed warm in his gut like lamplight. "I like watching you sleep."

"Mmm." Chris licked back lazily at Zach's tongue, obviously still a little too tired to be completely coherent. "Your pillow smells like you."

Zach laughed and took Karl's silence as an opportunity to do as he liked, leaning in closer to kiss Chris properly, suck that lower lip into his mouth and lave it with his tongue. Chris moaned wantonly and squirmed to get closer, unable to do much with his hands bound behind his back. He was warm, though, so warm that Zach felt his own body temperature soar just from being so close to him. Zach plunged his tongue between Chris' parted lips and sighed as he curled it against the slick roof of his mouth, feeling Chris' tongue lick lazily at the underside of his own in return. There was no stale sleep taste between them, somehow; Chris just tasted purely like Chris, overflowing with that intoxicating flavor Zach often found himself daydreaming about. He wound their legs together to pull him closer and Zach obliged, pressing against his body. Why didn't I think of that? he wondered.

"Good morning, Christopher," Karl's voice suddenly interjected. Chris and Zach both pulled back from the kiss at once and Zach watched as a smitten smile spread over the other man's face.

"Karl," Chris answered. He nuzzled Zach's stubbled cheek and Zach marveled at how unfazed Chris seemed by all of this; he still hadn't blinked an eye at the fact that he was wearing handcuffs. He asked himself if one day, this would all be second nature to him, too—maybe one day very soon.

"Now that you're both awake," Karl said, his stern voice setting the tone for the rest of the morning, "the ribbon, Zachary."

Zach's eyes immediately flitted down to the outstretched red fabric, tattered and speckled with stains: dark ones, telltale reminders of sweat and want and need, and lighter ones, the remainders of lust and sweet release. That same damn abused ribbon. He licked his lips and exchanged a hungry look with Chris before receiving his instructions.

"Put it in his mouth and gag him."

Zach heard a little moan ring out and he couldn't tell if it came from him or Chris. His fingers trembled as he adjusted his arms to reach for the ribbon, marked with all three of them at this point. He distinctly remembered his task of describing Chris' cock in comparison to the ribbon's dark red hue.

It's darker, it's not as dark as the ribbon yet, but oh fuck...it's so hard, Karl, it's so HARD...

It had been inspired, using the ribbon as a way of keeping Chris away from the edge, denying him his sorely needed climax as he watched and listened to Karl having his way with Zach. Karl seemed to know exactly how far he could go with Chris, exactly what levels of denial and humiliation he craved. This much was obvious now by the way Chris' mouth seemed to water at the sight of the filthy ribbon being lifted toward his mouth. Zach didn't have the luxury of movement necessary to properly gag Chris with the fabric and tie it around his head, so he balled it into his open mouth gracelessly, taking care not to push the damp red wad too far, so Chris didn't somehow choke. He knew it had to be somewhat unpleasant for Chris, his jaw forced open by a mass of dry fabric; there were tears at the corners of his eyes, and while Zach felt a pang of sympathy at the sight, he also felt a heady rush of arousal, knowing he could put Chris in such a vulnerable state.

"How does he look?" Karl asked.

"Piteous," Zach answered, his own mouth going dry as he looked Chris over. "He's so hard already."

"And you? Don't think I didn't notice that morning stiffy you were sporting."

Zach looked down at himself and noticed that their cocks were a matching hue of needy red. Chris' eyes were trained on his cock, too. "Fuck," he groaned lowly. "I'm—I'm hard, too, yeah. Tell us what to do, Karl, please..."

"God, Quinto," Karl said with an audible smirk, pausing to likely take another sip of coffee. "You should hear yourself. So needy, positively aching for direction. Did you ever think you'd sound like that? So dependent? So hungry for someone to take you in hand?"

"No," Zach admitted. Karl's words both aroused and shamed him at once and he dropped his gaze away from Chris, exhaling shakily from his mouth. Chris made a faint noise and leaned forward to tuck his nose against Zach's jaw. Zach shivered at the smell of him, so close. "Never," he whispered.

"It's scary at first, I know," Karl continued. "The things we need are never easy to admit to. But you do need this, don't you, Zach? You can tell me."

Zach hesitated, looking up into Chris' heady gaze, admiring the large circumference of his pupils as they swallowed up the liquid blue around them. There was desire there, but something else, too. Kinship. Compassion. Understanding. Zach felt himself swallow before he finally answered Karl. "Yes. I need it, I...I need both of you. Just like this."

Karl waited for a few moments before answering. When he did speak again, his voice was a low rumble. "Mark him. All over. Drive him insane. And don't you dare come before he does, Quinto."

Later, Zach would boggle a bit at the way he immediately sprang into action upon Karl's instructions. But for now, he paid his quick actions no mind as he descended upon Chris like a man possessed, going for the juncture between neck and shoulder and sinking his teeth, making the younger man jerk in surprise. Zach sucked hard on the wound to bring the blood close to the golden surface, nipping at the abused area until Chris was whimpering—only then did he move on, mapping out the terrain of Chris' throat, broad shoulders and chest with his lips and teeth, leaving behind trails of red marks that would likely turn to a hazy violet with time. He sucked at Chris' nipple harshly, pulling guttural sounds of pleasure from him, and when Chris rutted shamelessly against Zach's thigh, he angled his body and let him. He wanted so badly to line up their hips and feel Chris properly, but he worried he wouldn't last long, and he'd been warned. Chris already seemed to be getting close to release when Karl's voice boomed in the background, snapping Zach out of his frenzied trance. He blinked to regain his vision and looked down at the abused canvas of Chris' body, groaning.

"Don't come yet, Christopher," Karl said. Chris responded with a faint whine but nodded, as if Karl could see. "Zachary, did you get to his thighs?"

"Not yet," he croaked in response.

"What are you waiting for?"

Zach bit his lip and assessed his position on the bed before shimmying down the mattress as best as he could, burying his head between Chris' thighs but avoiding his cock as he dragged his lips over the warm skin there. He could feel Chris trembling beneath him as he took an experimental nibble at the skin there, feeling how thin and fragile it was. It wouldn't take much to mark him here, so he stuck to small nips interspersed with slightly sharper bites, laving his tongue over each mark as Chris whimpered and moaned behind his gag, the neediest sounds Zach had ever heard. Unable to resist after a few minutes, Zach opened his mouth wider and fastened it to the already reddened skin of Chris' inner right thigh, sucking hard and pressing the edge of his teeth into the tender flesh. Chris made a strangled sound and shook as if he were about to come, which was enough to get Zach to stop.

"Fuck," he murmured, half to himself, half to Karl. "He's so fucking close..."

"Then let him come," Karl answered, sounding nonchalant as ever. "If, that is, you can make him come again later."

Zach bit his bottom lip nervously and hesitated before nuzzling the underside of Chris' stiff length, making him shudder. His hands were in an awkward position for a blowjob, not quite enough flexibility to grip the base of Chris' cock, so he used his tongue as skillfully as he could, licking slowly along the pronounced vein and teasing the sensitive, leaking head. Chris' taste was sweet, which seemed like a contrast to the tautness of his body and guttural quality of his noises. He couldn't resist the desire to take him into his mouth, and almost immediately, Chris' length throbbed between his lips, coating his throat with a fast and heavy stream of release. Zach gagged slightly, unprepared for how fast it happened, and when he pulled back, he could feel Chris' come dripping down to his chin.

"Fuck," he whispered, panting slightly. In the background, he could hear Karl's laughter; it was faint and low, almost mocking but not quite there. For a moment, Zach had forgotten he was still on the phone.

"Christopher," Karl addressed him. Zach lifted his head to look at Chris as well, who was flushed and loose-limbed on the bed, struggling to breathe properly with that soiled ribbon stuffed inside his mouth. He was also, to Zach's surprise, still half-hard. He made a faint sound in response and then Karl began to instruct him again. "On your stomach," he said, and Chris hesitated only for a moment before using his remaining strength to flip himself over.

Hands still bound at the small of his back, he lifted his ass in the air, that perfectly round ass, and Zach felt his throat constrict at the sight.

"He can't resist that mouth of yours," Karl said. "Filthy mouth that it is. Perfect for a dirty boy like Christopher." He paused and Zach could hear the wicked grin blooming over Karl's face. "Put it to good use."

At that, Chris groaned and immediately spread his thighs apart to give Zach better access. He felt his own cock throb at the thought of what was to come and wondered if he'd ever be allowed to relieve his own arousal; for now, though, Karl was running the show and Chris was the star. And he was curious as to whether he could make Chris come again so soon. Zach scooted between Chris' legs and positioned himself as best as he could, finding it difficult to balance himself without the use of his hands. He ended up leaning his folded arms on the backs of Chris' thighs, where buttocks met legs, and used his knuckles to spread his ass cheeks apart, swirling his tongue around the exposed, puckered hole. Chris immediately jerked against the mattress, whimpering loudly.

"Don't hold him down too much, Zach," Karl interrupted. "We want him to hump the mattress like an over-stimulated teenager."

Zach didn't even know Karl was managing to use such big words right now, but he made an affirmative sound and let up a bit on Chris' legs. He swiped his tongue back and forth over his entrance, until the younger man was shamelessly rutting against the bed, seeking out more and more pressure. He wanted desperately to hump the bed himself but Karl hadn't made an allowance for any such thing. His cock bounced maddeningly against his stomach as he bent forward further, occasionally dipping the tip of his tongue inside Chris, doing his best to drive him wild. It seemed to be working; Chris was grunting again, lifting his backside even higher and practically grinding himself into Zach's face. Zach couldn't help but respond to such enthusiasm; he opened his mouth wider and sucked at Chris' entrance, sloppily licking and kissing and blowing warm air against the damp, pinkened skin.

"The ribbon," Karl said, causing Zach to lift his head, licking his swollen lips. "Take it out of his mouth. I want to hear him."

"Yes, Karl," Zach replied dutifully. He half-wondered if this meant Karl was officially engaged now, maybe staging his own participation from afar instead of just listening and giving orders. He had to crawl up the bed to reach Chris' head, and he took care to gently pluck the ribbon from his mouth, now damp and in desperate need of disposal. Chris coughed on a moan, his lips looking painfully dry, and he craned his neck as best as he could to kiss Zach's jaw. Unable to help himself, Zach turned his head enough to kiss him properly, pressing his hard cock to Chris' hipbone. Chris moaned at the feeling of Zach against him.

"Don't get distracted, Zachary," he heard from the phone, then, and he broke the kiss with a moan, eagerly returning to his spot between Chris' legs. He slid the flat of his tongue against Chris' clenching hole and this time, was rewarded with a shaky "Zach" in return, Chris' voice raspy from the ribbon gag. The gravelly quality made Zach growl a little in satisfaction in the back of his throat, and he doubled his efforts, licking faster and sucking at the tight ring of muscle until Chris was gasping and shaking beneath him, his hips jackhammering into the bed. Zach curled his tongue mercilessly inside him and Chris' second orgasm hit the air in the form of a broken wail, his entire body shuddering as he stained the sheets.

If Zach weren't half-delirious with a steadily rising tide of serious fucking want, he would have sworn he could hear Karl give a little sigh of pleasure into the phone.

"Karl," he said, pressing his face into the swell of Chris' ass, his cock feeling ready to burst. "Please..."

"Go on," the Kiwi responded, his voice a bit rougher than it was the beginning of the call. "Both of you this time, together." Zach nodded and moved to help guide Chris onto his side as best he could, but the other man seemed to be apprehensive, still sucking in shallow breaths in the wake of his second release.

"God, please," Chris muttered, his exhalations shaky at best, his chest heaving. "I c-can't..."

"You can, Christopher," Karl intoned, going into heavy dom mode. "I've seen you do it. Zach's going to make you come again with his cock."

"Oh, god, s'too much, Karl, please..."

Zach licked his lips in slight worry, though he knew the safe word Chris and Karl used by now, and Karl had assured him that if Chris didn't use it, that meant he wanted whatever he was offering. He squinted and laid down beside Chris, hooking a leg over his and kissing him, slotting their hips together. Chris hissed at the friction against his too-sensitive length but to Zach, it felt incredible. He made a noise that sounded like a cross between guh and nnngh, his eyelashes fluttering at the long-awaited sensation.

"Look at Zach, Chris," Karl said, then, and Zach flushed when he felt those blue eyes land on him, as directed. "He must look so fucking gorgeous right now, so desperate for it. He's done so much for you without a single speck of attention paid to his beautiful cock...and now he gets to fuck himself against your body; you get to see him come undone. Doesn't that inspire you, Christopher? Look at his eyes; they're nearly black with lust right now, aren't they? Doesn't that make you hard?"

"Y-yes," Chris whispered, and sure enough, Zach did feel his cock stirring against his own. Goddamn, he thought. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen such a feat in his entire life. "B-but...I don't think I—I can't..."

"Chris," Zach blurted urgently, his hard-on becoming nearly unbearable. Chris gazed into his eyes and something unspoken passed between them, something that sent a shiver down Zach's spine. He nearly moaned when Chris licked his lips and nodded; Zach lifted his bound hands to awkwardly circle his arms around Chris' shoulders and pressed their bodies together. Chris' stomach was slick with his previous release and it was still warm and felt so fucking good against his cock. Zach's back arched as he rolled his hips forward with enough force to topple Chris backward a bit on the mattress. Those oceanic eyes were boring into him, the blush-red curve of Chris' mouth hanging open so invitingly. Zach kissed him hard, grunting as he rutted; he could swear he felt every ridge in Chris' cock, every single fucking vein.

"The sooner you come," Karl said in the background, his voice a sinful promise, "the sooner I join you."

It seemed that Chris' movements became more pronounced after hearing that, and Zach definitely wasn't complaining. All the blood was rushing to his cock, leaving him stupid and dizzy, only aware of his length sliding along Chris', taking its fill of him. He knew he was moaning openly now—babbling, mostly, peppered with their names, Chris, Chris and for god's sake, Karl, his favorite evil fucking mastermind in the universe—and he couldn't filter it, didn't want to. Chris was straining upward beneath him for more contact, unleashing his own string of gibberish, and Karl was murmuring words of encouragement, probably busy fisting his own cock in the driver seat of his car by now, and Zach just couldn't take it anymore. He came with a jerk and a shout, his cock pulsing ceaselessly, warm streams of come shooting out all over Chris' torso, mingling with the earlier stains. He came back to himself just in time to hear a telltale sob from Chris, his eyes clenched shut as he trembled through yet another orgasm, his spent cock barely able to produce anything more than a faint dribble of come.

Zach slumped against him, nose pressed to Chris' hair as he willed his body to come back to him. Chris was panting and shuddering, a dead weight beneath him, and Zach felt the urge to protectively drape himself all along his body. He didn't hear his front door open, didn't move a muscle until Karl stepped into his bedroom. He walked around the bed to where Zach and Chris laid and gripped Zach by the hair, pulling him back to sit up in a kneeling position.

"Fuck," he groaned, and when he opened his eyes, the familiar sight of Karl's cock greeted him, just before it moved to slide against his cheekbone. He was hard, extremely hard, and the brief contact with Zach's stubble made the muscles in Karl's arm quaver; it was an intriguing sight, and one that Zach wanted to recall in the future.

He didn't wait for Karl to instruct him, just took his impressive cock into his mouth and sucked as though his life depended on it, hollowing his cheeks and licking wetly all over. He was tired and lacked his usual finesse, but Karl felt so hot on his tongue that he suspected the man was close enough to release that it didn't matter. Karl groaned to encourage him, tugging on his hair, and then switched gears, holding Zach still on his cock as he thrust forward. Zach took it all, everything that Karl had to give him, working his throat muscles as best as he could, until Karl was cursing under his breath, his length starting to twitch in Zach's mouth.

"God, Zachary, so good at this, made for this..." He licked his lips between grunts, his strong fingers tightening in Zach's dark hair. "Do you want me to come down your throat or all over your face? Or should we get Christopher over here so I can come on his face?"

Zach moaned, overwhelmed by the litany of ridiculously hot choices, though he did want to taste Karl himself. He heard an echo of the sound coming from behind him, a soft little groan from Chris, who he could only assume was still splayed out on the bed, dead to the world after three astounding, rapid-fire orgasms. Just then, Karl yanked Zach off his cock, working on himself with rough jerks of his hand instead; Zach made a faint sound of disappointment, but then Karl gave a low, faint laugh and pulled him close again. A few seconds later, Karl groaned Zach's name loudly and spurted onto his face, warm come splashing over his lips, chin and cheek, causing him to gasp in surprise. Zach licked his lips clean with a shudder, barely aware that Karl had pushed him down again until he was flat on his back.

"Chris," he heard Karl say. "Lick him clean."

And somehow, Chris was still awake enough to lean over and gingerly lick the come from Zach's skin, sucking on his lips once he'd gotten it all. Zach couldn't help but lean into him for a lazy, slow kiss, swirling their tongues together with a soft moan. They parted when they heard the click of handcuffs being unlocked—first Zach's and then Chris'. Karl was kneeling beside them on the bed; he rubbed Zach's sore wrists with careful hands, leaning over to kiss Chris, who hummed contentedly.

"You did so well," he murmured. "Both of you."

"M'gonna sleep for a year," Chris mumbled in return, and Zach laughed faintly.

"I don't have anywhere to be. My bed's all yours as long as you need it, Chris."

He turned, then, to take a look at Chris when he replied, but he was already fast asleep, his face half-buried in one of the large pillows on the bed, hands by his sides where they'd fallen. Karl laughed and slid his palm affectionately over the back of Chris' neck before shucking off his shirt and throwing it on the floor.

"Generous of you, Quinto." He laid down on his side next to Zach and pulled up at the sheets, covering all three of them from the waist down. "I say we let him recover and then go out for a massive lunch. My treat."

"Urban, you're too good to us," Zach replied. He made a pleased sound when Karl stretched an arm over, covering him and touching Chris' hip. "Feel free to leave special deliveries in my bed like this more often." He glanced over and smiled tiredly. "But next time, don't take so long."

Karl pretended to give a long-suffering sigh, kissing Zach lightly. "You've gone and fallen in love with us, haven't you? Poor bastard."

"I never stood a chance," Zach said as he shut his eyes, wondering if his wry smirk did anything to belie the wistful tone of his voice.