Also, shout out to a bomb ass mate, Golden_lee on AO3, that translated the first chapter of 'Hello Love' into chinese and it's the coolest thing ever. ( post/1e31d638_c2163af ) Ah, just self prompted but yeah, I am deeply honored even though it's a smut fic they chose BUT YEAH. It's cool and they worked hard on it so cheers.

This chapter is also in honor of them for they wanted to see Mercy x Tracer x Zarya x Pharah. I was working on a Widowmaker x Tracer chapter but meh, it'll come. (If you know what i mean neykt neykt neykt)

In any case, I'm in Utah now, I have a wall of all my gaming nerd posters and the ability to dick around my master bed without a shirt on. Life is good. Cheers.

It begins with a coffee date at Angela's flat.

Well, coffee for the three of them, Lena whips up her own concoction of a salty green milk tea thing that she took fancy to during a stint in Mongolia.

Boundaries are set, personalities explored, a list of events but no real order. The 'props' are compiled and the date is circled.

Lena is already naked, kneeling and trembling on the living room floor with her hands held behind her back when the doorbell rings.

"Be good while I tend to our guests, dear," Angela whispers into the woman's ear, sending a bolt of anticipation up her spine. She stiffly nods in reposes, keeping her eyes locked forward.

On inquiry of the other pair, Angela and Lena had been practicing the habit for the last few days; no eye contact unless commanded. It's a lot harder than either of them had expected but the novelty of it and the new angle of dominance makes it interesting to say the least.

After a moment, Angela gives a hum of satisfaction and turns the corner, leaving Lena to stare blankly at the hallway leaving to the front door.

It begins in her throat; a tightness that slowly makes itself known, constricting and creeping it's way down to her lungs. Her breaths became shallower, her heart sounding in her ears. If it weren't for the fact she could hear her love only a few meters away, she would've already started to panic.

But Angela knows this, a deliberate choice to have her as close to the entrance as possible and to bring their 'special guests' in with haste.

Another stray breeze filters in from the open balcony, warm air wicking away the light sheen of sweat already coating Lena's body. She gulps again, footsteps and soft chatter growing closer, eyes struggling to stare at the blank wall.

Out of the corner of her eye, she can see their unfocused silhouettes at the mouth of the hallway, just standing, watching.

Minutes pass and all they do is stare as a nervous sweat breaks out across her skin.

"Have you been a good girl, hase?"

Lena lets out a soft whimper but keeps her eyes still. Every nerve in her boy still screams at her to look into those wonderful blue eyes and just pour her heart and soul into it.

"Yes ma'am."

The figures move, circling around her like she's some museum attraction. Inwardly, Lena squirms at the intense scrutiny but when a large hand lightly rests itself on the back of her neck, she's finally able to let out a sigh of relief. Her mind zeros in on the contact, the gentle grip it has, how it plays with the small hairs it finds.

"Why are you not this well behaved?" An amused voice sounds from behind her, blunt nails scraping against her scalp. Lena lets out a low groan as the dig just a bit deeper.

Focus on the hand, stare at the wall.

Behave, good girl.

"Perhaps I don't have such a skilled master?" Is the witty comeback.

The air is filled with electricity; they had left the question of who would be taking charge up in the air as per usual to Alek's and Fareeha's escapades. They lock eyes with each other, tense, challenging, full of lighthearted fight. Angela seats herself off to the side; an entertained smirk on her lips as she watches the scene unfold.

Suddenly, the fingers grip tighten their grip on Lena's hair and sharply pull back, forcing her face upwards. She lets out a startled yelp, eyes now staring at the ceiling past Fareeha's face. They flick to her light brown eyes for just a moment before flicking back. Her entire body is tense, praying that no one noticed her mishap.

"Beg for me to touch you, zaichik," Aleks growls into her ear.

The first wave of arousal slams into Lena, so fierce and powerful that she's already stumbling over her words. When she thought about tonight, she couldn't even imagine that it would be this intense to be caught between these two headstrong soldiers.

"P-P-please touch me, Aleks, " Lena whines, seeing Fareeha's pupils literally dilalate at the words. She tries to ride out the surge of pride in her chest until there's a slightly smaller hand wrapping around her throat, slowly, slowly, slowly squeezing down.

"Already begging," murmurs Fareeha, eyes dragging themselves over Lena's shivering body. It's a different feeling now, a twinge of humiliation at the distasteful tone; a bit of wanting to hold out and prove her wrong.

Lena has fought that battle before with Angela, it always ends very, very, shortly.

"This could be you, sokol. I know you are one who likes to beg-"

"Only if you are worth begging for."

The sexual tension in the room increases tenfold. In a flash, both hands leave and Aleks as lunges at Fareeha, wrenching her shirt and smashing their lips together. It's a mess of teeth, tongue, and fists as they wrestle each other.

"Come over here, Lena."

Lena breaks out of her trance and quickly follows the command. She unclasps her hands from behind her back and seats herself at Angela's feet, nestling her head into the space inbetween her hand and leg that the Angela had left for her.

"You may watch," she says with a chuckle, answering the question that pops into Lena's head.

What started out as an even fight for dominance turns into Aleks pinning Fareeha to the wall that Lena had be staring at moments ago. The hem of Fareeha's shirt is bunched up at Alek's wrist, fingers roughly pinching a dusky nipple from under her bra. Tanned hands have worked their way past the waistband of Alek's basketball shorts, pulling her flush by the ass cheeks.

Alek's hands come around, snatching the wandering wrists and pinning them to the wall with a hiss between clenched teeth. There's a smug smirk on her face as she leans in, teeth sinking into Fareeha's exposed throat and forcing out a hoarse cry.

Fareeha fights against the hold, unable to muster up enough leverage to buck Aleks off of her.

"Surrender, sokol. Give me what I want to hear."

Still, Fareeha holds to her pride, a feat that impresses both Angela and Lena. More purple marks are added to her neck, each one larger and angrier than the last. Only when Aleks mercilessly shoves a thigh hard into Fareeha's aching sex does she finally let out a choked whimper.

"Shit, please."

It's barely comprehensible at the speed at which she spits it out. Even with her eyes screwed shut and her head thrown back, she still looks as prideful as she did walking in.

"Again."

Aleks bites hard enough to draw blood, Fareeha's hips buck up to grind against the unrelenting leg. Her body is trembling, undoubtedly only held up by the force immobilizing it to the wall.

"Aleks! Please, please."

Her tongue laps up the droplets of blood with firm broad strokes, a pleased hum rumbling away in her throat. Aleks releases the hands and they dig beneath fabric to grip onto Alek's bare hips.

But it has just begun.

With a step, Aleks breaks all contact with her, leaving Fareeha to nearly collapse onto the floor. She looks up, drawn eyebrows showing off her irritation but her blown out pupils and gaping mouth tell another story.

"Clothes off, bend over on the ottoman, now." The commanding tone doesn't fail to send molten heat into Lena's core even if it isn't directed to her. The hand in her hair pauses and slides down to her chin, tilting it up to look at Angela.

"Why don't you join them and make sure Fareeha doesn't get herself in more trouble."

Lena is confused at first but quickly realizes what's happening next when Aleks bends over and extracts the belt from from Fareeha's from her discarded pants. She glances back at Angela, getting a second nod of approval before crawling over to Fareeha's side in the center of the room.

A deep blush is set into Fareeha's face, visible despite her dark skin. She avoids all eye contact with Lena, settling with staring at the ground while draped over the cushioned stool. Lena can see her muscles tense at the sound of cracking leather. Aleks strides over, the belt in her hands and a wicked smile on her lips.

"Fareeha, I want you to look into Lena's eyes. Show her how much you love being whipped with your own belt." Angela commands, having moved from the chair to the couch.

Fareeha face snaps towards Angela, the look of indignant humiliation. Her pride earns her a sharp strike to her bare cheeks. She jumps forward with a shout, hands burying into the soft surface. Aleks pulls the leather along the stinging flesh, reminding her of its presence.

"Follow the order."

This time, Fareeha looks up, seething eyes latching onto Lena's hazy ones.

Lena isn't quite sure how to feel about the entire ordeal; having never been in a situation such as this. Part of her wishes she was in Fareeha's place, but it still pumps through her; the second hand lust to submit that somehow works so well with the fight still burning within Fareeha. She loses herself to the raging conflict that smolders away in orbs of copper.

"Hold her hands still, this one likes to flinch."

She isn't even sure if she'd be able to stop Fareeha from moving if she tried. Nonetheless, Lena secures Fareeha's arms to the carpet with her own. They both hold their breaths, waiting for the first strike to come.

Without warning, Aleks brings the belt down, a whistle and a smack sounding through the room. She pauses as if waiting for something.

Another lash.

Still nothing.

The next is harder, ripping a strangled cry out of Fareeha's throat at the searing pain that explodes across her ass.

"Tell me where you went wrong."

Fareeha gulps down air, recovering from the hit that has left a hastily reddening welt over both cheeks. With a red face, she grimaces and whispers between breaths.

"I failed to thank you."

Crack

Pause

Silence

"You were correct and yet you failed again."

Crack

"T-thank you."

Fareeha doesn't fail to keep eye contact through the words growled between bared teeth. Sweat drips down from her forehead and onto the carpet. Another breeze sends maddening prickles up her spine.

"Better."

Crack

"Thank you."

Crack

"Fuck, thank you."

It continues on for a handful of lashes, each hoarse 'thank you' growing higher and higher in pitch; desperate and eventually turning into little more than a whine. On the fifteenth strike, the belt lands heavy on the exact same spot as the particularly harsh one from earlier.

As hard as she tries, Lena isn't able to stop Fareeha's hands from wrenching away and flying to protect her burning ass. She fusses, tears welling at the corners of her eyes. Embarrassment floods Fareeha's system and her body locks up realizing her mistake.

"Fifteen, that's it? You shame me. We are in presence of guests and all you can take is fifteen before breaking?"

With a grunt, Fareeha props herself up by her elbows and glares behind her; unbroken and eager to prove Aleks wrong. She looks as if she's about to speak when Angela calls out.

"Fareeha, come here. You too Lena. I have an idea for her to redeem herself."

All three of them look over to Angela who had been relatively uninvolved until now. She scoots forward on the couch and threads her fingers into Fareeha's hair once she gets close enough, tugging her up to capture her lips in a heated kiss.

A sting of envy pricks Lena's heart at the sight, even more so when she so when Angela opens her eyes and stares directly at her. She can't tear away from the sight, Angela tilting Fareeha's head back and peppering wet kisses on the marks left by Aleks.

There's a groan above her, the action doing the same thing to Aleks as it's doing to her.

"Your task is," whispers Angela directly into Fareeha's ear, sending a visible shiver down the rigid body, "to make me come with Lena between your legs. You may not climax before I do or there will be consequences, understood?"

Fareeha nods as much as she can with a hand gripping at her hair. Her breath stutters when the hand tightens.

"Answer me, dear."

"Yes, ma'am, I understand." She says still with an edge of defiance and adds a layer of thrill to everything.

In a moment, Lena is laying on the carpet, Fareeha's sex hovering above her face. She can feel the warmth radiating off of her, the mutual anticipation rolling through all of them. Aleks stands behind Fareeha, her hand firmly pressing on the back of her neck and causing her to sink down.

At the first contact, Lena brings her tongue up and swipes a broad stroke along the folds. It's a sharp contrast to what she had become accustomed to; the smell, the taste, the sight bringing her back to distant memories.

But Fareeha's moan is all her own; guttural and restrained at the same time, a war in and of itself. Her hands come up and warp around the quivering thighs, shifting them to rest on either side of her head.

When she glances up, Lena catches Fareeha's half lidded gaze for a second be Angela is pulling her face into her crotch. The all familiar sound of Angela's pleased sighs ties it all together.

Aleks is saying something, either in Russian or English Lena can't tell with Fareeha's legs clenched fast over her ears. But she can feel the effects that words have on Fareeha; how she bucks up and grinds back down with even more fervor.

Lena soon finds a decent pace, able to coax out the most reaction by delving her tongue deep into Fareeha's slit. With every swirl, another gush of wetness coats her tongue and dribbles down her chin and neck. She can feel every throaty groan Fareeha makes by the clenching of her walls, trying to draw the muscle even deeper.

Her nails bite into the still tender skin of Fareeha's ass. Lena's surprised yelp gets lost in Fareeha's heat. Aleks' harsh fingers pinch and roll Lena's nipples from out of her sight, try as she might, she can't squirm away from them with the weight seated stop her head.

The more she struggles, the harder they tug and the more arousal adds to the ache between her legs.

"Such a good girl." Angela says. It stings a bit that she isn't saying it to Lena, obviously directing the praise to the woman hard at work between her legs.

A touch of wickedness sparks within Lena. She doubles her effort, thrusting her tongue out faster, deeper; inwardly smirking at how Fareeha tenses up, and tries to escape the quickened tempo. She doesn't get far with LEna's hands still wrapped around her thighs.

Getting closer, closer.

To the point Lena is certain that Fareeha is seconds away from climax but somehow she holds out. Legs trembling, hips jerking out of rhythm, how long, how much self control does this woman have?

What began as a playful act becomes a matter of pride. Lena pushes harder, further, though her jaw ached and there is without a doubt soaked carpet behind her neck; she pulls every trick she has. Her lips wrap tightly around the stiff bud, flicking it and rolling it along her tongue, the groans keep spilling out from the woman above her.

So close

And yet she refuses to let go.

"Yes, right there. That's it, good girl." Angela's voice becomes more and more frantic.

With a loud sigh that Lena recognizes as her love tumbling over the edge, a bit of dissapoint settles into her chest. She had failed her little personal mission. Still, she keeps lapping at the folds.

"Shit." A hand shoots out and takes hold of the top of Lena's head, holding her still as the dripping slit raises up and away from her teasing tongue. For a moment, brown eyes glare at her, the look of revenge. A chill runs down Lena's spine, she doesn't even know if Fareeha would be allowed to, but delightful fear swells inside of her at the thought of the retribution Fareeha's scowl promises.

Lena can't stop the whimper that escapes her mouth as the angry eyes bear down on her.

Fareeha looks away, back at the woman seated on the couch but her grip remains.

"Please, ma'am, may I come." her voice is surprising even albeit slightly winded.

Lena hangs on to the seconds that tick by.

"You may."

No sooner has the permission been granted does Fareeha bring her hips back down with her full weight, rocking back and forth on Lena's face. The motions are hasty and rough, not so much desperate for release, but to establish the fierce dominance she over Lena. The passion, the roughness sets her body aflame.

"You think you could play me." Fareeha pins Lena's head against the ground with her hands, forcibly grinding her sex against her working tongue. "I know what you were trying to do."

With all the fire burning in her voice, Fareeha's words still spill out in a feverish pace. Faster and faster, the fingers gripping tighter and tighter. Lena is helpless to do anything but surrender to Fareeha's wrath.

"Make me come." Through a snarl and a guttural groan, Lena feels the body above her snap tight. It thrusts one, two, three and halfway through the fourth is held firmly against Lena's slick mouth.

"Ahhh fuck."

Fareeha's eyes shut, her body riding out wave after wave as Lena's tongue continues to gently lick whatever it can reach. The sensation of an audience watching her heightens the orgasm even further.

The entire room takes a moment to recover, the only sounds are Fareeha's heavy gasps and the quiet whistling of Lena's nose.

"You were not joking when you said she enjoyed riding things." Angela muses, causing Zarya to let out a rumbling chuckle.

"That gives me idea for what she can ride next."

They are uncertain, awkward as first times usually go, but there is a spark in both their eyes that makes the air feel oh so hot.

Lena's eyes glaze over as Fareeha sinks down centimeter by torturous centimeter. They battle, armed with smirks and biting taunts. Fareeha's hands splay out on Lena's knotted stomach. The hands act as if exploring but in reality, they hide that fact that Fareeha's thighs are ready to give out halfway down.

It's a game of chicken.

Her hot, wet tightness around something that's not usually there. Lena let's out a choked groan as skin finally touches skin, unaccustomed to being on this end of the toy. She brings her hands up, gripping onto Fareeha's waist and earning her a frown. Nevertheless, they are not slapped away. Rather, Fareeha brings calloused hands of her own play with the very sensitive nipples of Lena's.

"You doing alright up there love?" Lena is able to keep her words impressively smooth despite the maddening pleasure coursing through her body.

With Aleks and Angela seated out of sight on the couch, the scene is focused on Fareeha and Lena entangled on the carpet. Tanned thighs straddle her waist, sealing the pulsing heat over the rubber cock jutting out from Lena's sex. She can feel every breath Fareeha takes, every shift, every agonizingly light squeeze.

"I am fine," the momentary crack in her voice betrays that notion when Lena lifts her hips up and rubs against her clit. "I fear that soon you won't be able to keep up."

There's that flicker of playfulness again. They forget about their audience and only fixate on outdoing each other.

Fareeha lifts herself up, revealing the smooth plastic that glistens in the light. Their groans dance together as her muscles drag along, pausing with only the head still in her, before beginning the slow descent back down. Her fingernails dig into Lena's chest just as she bottoms back out, halting to relishing in the simple sensation of fullness.

The motion is repeated after a second, and then again; each cycle a bit faster than the last, a bit more forceful and a hell of alot louder. It is obvious after the third that Lena is the first to start becoming undone.

"Shit love, you're so tight." She pants out, hands helping guide Fareeha up and down the shaft.

Thrust after thrust, Lena's resolve trickles away in favor of the blinding desire that builds up. In and out; she meets Fareeha halfway between thrusting her hips up and bringing her down. Though she's trying her best to match wits with her, the pleas are already piling on the back of Lena's tongue.

A whine is torn from her mouth as Fareeha holds her body flush against hers, refusing to move no matter how much Lena's hands paw at her sides. A very smug smirk plays on her lips; she knows she has the upperhand. Slowly, frustratingly so, Fareeha grinds forward rather than lifting up, amused eyes watching the squirming woman under her.

Lena throws her head back with a load moan, the friction filling her vision with white stars. An overload of sensations assault her mind, she feels lips and teeth latch onto her neck and groping hands knead her heaving chest. But still, she just whimpers, not beg.

"Tell me how much you want it." She instinctively bucks up at the sheer demanding and taunting tone. Her spirit does not want to break just yet but her body is so very ready to give in to the pleasure.

Refusing to answer, Lena tries to regain some control over the situation, entirely forgetting the difference in size and strength between the two of them. Fareeha easily pins her back down to the floor with powerful legs and arms, sending yet another surge hunger to her gut. The obvious helplessness just makes her want to fight back even more.

"One last chance to beg." Hands begin to wrap around her throat, tightening ever so gradually.

A spike of panic that just serves to further arouse Lena.

She keeps quiet, giving Fareeha a defiant grin and challenging eyes. Fareeha hums and takes in the clouding of Lena's gaze, the rush of air that struggles to flow past her grip. The power in her hands, a neck so small that in one go she could easily subdue the woman.

The thrill of the possibility.

"Suit yourself if you wish to keep silent." One hand stays at her neck while the other reaches up and clamps tightly over her mouth. Lena's breath hitches and the thirst to put up a fight doubles.

They had talked about this. Angela rarely agreed to the use of gags even though Lena particularly enjoyed them. A precaution, a give and take, she was always fearful of Lena being unable to stop the scene if it became too much.

But safety in numbers, no? She did not question that Angela was watching all of this very closely.

Lena's moans are now muffled by the hand on her lips, she huffs at the effort of drawing enough air through her nose and the pressure around her neck. Her head quickly becomes light, not enough to warrant passing out, but it leaves her reeling when Fareeha begins to move again.

Her hands do little more than rest on the flexing muscles for Fareeha's abs. Again, she is engulfed by Fareeha's clenching sex that purposefully massages the toy at a languid pace. Unable to cry out, Lena is reduced to pitiful whines and grunts as her glazed over eyes fall onto Fareeha's face.

Soon, a rhythm is found and Lena is able to actually meet her part of the way with her thrusts. Sweat drenched skin slap against each other, a cacophony of moans and growled swears. Fareeha continues to slam down with considerable force, her muscles screaming at the strain but the lust drives her forward.

Harder

Faster

Hands gripping tighter

After a moment of hasty consideration, the hands at Lena's neck pulls away to add a surface for the two of them to grind their clits on. Fareeha doubles over, face centimeters away from Lena's, breasts pressing together, the warm metal of the anchor between them. She can see the desire swirling away in her brown eyes, the sweat dripping down the sides of her forehead. Watching, drinking in the garbled pleas that try to escape Lena's tightly sealed lips.

Please, fucking fuck, please.

Their movements become erratic and the last few thrusts are haphazard before their bodies pull taut. Fareeha screws her eyes shut while Lena stares at her, mind blanking as fluttering the walls pull her over the edge as well. She does her best to scream past the handgag, achieving the same stifled noises as before.

Fareeha holds herself flush against her, shuddering, hips jerking at the final waves of pleasure that crest over her.

Again, the room goes quiet, except all four of them are left basking in the afterglow.

Lena gulps down a lungful of air once the her mouth is freed, only managing one lungful before Fareeha seals it again with her lips. The kiss is heavy and demanding, a fight of tongues which Lena quickly loses. Hands cups the sides of her face, drawing her closer still.

She pulls away with a hiss, Fareeha gingerly rising back up to extract herself off of the spent toy. The false nerves are oversensative, even the gentle motion sends aftershocks of pleasure rippling through Lena's body. Finally, it pulls free with a lewd 'pop' and a sigh.

"That was bloody amazing." Lena whispers, propping herself up onto her elbows once Fareeh rolls off. The woman gives a grunt of agreement, helping her extrat the cock from between Lena's legs.

"Quite the show indeed." they look up to see Aleks red faced looking down at the from the couch; Angela at her back with her three fingers still knuckle deep in her dripping slit. She tilts her head back with a low groan as the digits slide back out and leave a wet trail as they are dragged across her abs.

"I hope this will not be the only night of its kind, yes?" Aleks says eagerly.

They all chuckle, taking a moment to lazily meander their way back to their respective partners. Tender kisses; gentle biting in Aleks and Fareeha's case, tired muscles that sink into comforting arms. .

Certainly not the last.