Knots dig into my skin and I'm nervous. I can't say exactly why; we've done this enough times that I should know what to expect from Sting. He's never tied me up, though. Is that all it is? He likes control and he likes taking it from me and I like giving it to him, but there was something in his eyes when he cinched the knot tight around my wrist and told me, "Lay up for a few."

He's never made me wait before, either.

I was rock hard before he walked out of the bedroom and out of the house. Now I'm just soft—and naked. At least I'm not totally confined—I can move my hands far enough away from the bedpost that I can stroke myself. Why did he give me so much rope? I don't know that, either, but I'm alright with the way things have played out. I think of Sting while I touch myself in an attempt to be ready for him when he returns. It'd feel better with some oil but I know he doesn't like the way it tastes so I hold off. Eventually, it stops feeling awkward and starts feeling good.

I'm in the midst of a really great fantasy when Sting finally comes back. I keep my eyes closed and listen to his approach but quickly discover that something isn't quite right. I can hear four feet hitting the ground, not two, and two of those feet are in heels. My eyes come open at the same time the bedroom door does and I think I want to die. Yukino comes in first; she's already red-cheeked and she hasn't even met my eyes yet, and then Sting comes along behind her. I have nothing to hide with, not readily, anyway. It's a struggle to get the blankets up and around my body and by the time I do and spit out an indignant, "What the fuck?" Yukino's already seen everything I have to show her. She blushes more; I can hear the breath come in her lungs and out of her lungs noisily, I can hear her heartrate, and I can hear Sting's, too. I know what has him twitchy, the evidence is in his pants. He's hard and the reason is obvious.

"Surprise." Sting smiles and pushes Yukino gently between the shoulder blades. "Say hi, Yukino, don't be shy."

Yukino's blues come up to meet mine fleetingly. "Hi."

"After all those nasty things you whispered in my ear, you can do better than that," Sting teases.

"Sting," I hiss because he's either deranged and can't read the tension in the room or he's deranged and doesn't care.

Sting closes the door behind Yukino and brings her to the bed. She stands at the edge; I adjust the blankets and remember again that I'm tied up. Sting hasn't forgotten. He takes the rope and uses it to pull me around so I'm facing him. There is heat to his eyes but there's also a seriousness that is hard to ignore. "Do you trust me?"

"Trust you?" I look at Yukino and the answer seems evident.

"Don't look at her," Sting tells me and I give him my attention once more. "Do you trust me, yes or no?"

"You brought Yukino into my bedroom," I say lowly as if she isn't standing right there and as if she cannot hear.

"She was curious about us."

And just what was he doing to her to make her that way? Jealousy is a monster I thought I put aside but there it is, back and as alive as it's ever been.

"Can we show her?"

I search for jest in his eyes. There is none; Sting is serious. I get hot and I get hard, too, though why I cannot say. Sting starts undoing his pants and I get a little harder; the blanket doesn't hide me now. When he pulls himself out completely and leans toward my mouth, Yukino's fingers clasp and her breathing arrests. I shoot a fleeting look her way. She's looking on with rapt interest and though I'm not sure how I feel about being a spectacle, I can't deny that I enjoy having Sting on my tongue while she watches, this girl that's always captured my jealousy for her relationship with my partner.

Sting holds the back of my head and slowly moves his hips. At first, it's awkward but he moans and I almost completely forget that we have an audience. He wants to see me, though, and pulls on the blanket, and I become painfully aware once more, fighting to keep everything in place while Sting fights to do the opposite.

"Please," he says and like soil eroding beneath a storm front, my will disintegrates. My erection is back, tall and proud and harder than it was before we started. I wonder if I should be ashamed. And then Sting touches me and I wonder if I should care. He likes to be teased but he doesn't have the patience for teasing. His strokes are always sure and made with one goal in mind: making me come. Today, however, something else is different, too. He's taking his time.

Yukino shifts again. Her fingers are sewn in the small white dress she's wearing and my body experiences another flush. For some reason, seeing her enjoyment—I haven't been out of the game of fucking girls for so long that I don't recognize that finger clench—makes me harder. I moan and Sting thrusts deeper into my mouth. I almost don't identify the sound of kissing; I'm so caught up in the moment. My eyes are open again and Yukino and Sting are all I can see. He kisses her with enough passion that I'm breathless for her and when he pulls back, Yukino's eyes flutter before they open. She still looks like an angel and I still hate her for it.

I love the look Sting has on his face, though. I love the way his cock swells in my mouth, too. I love the way he tells Yukino to, "Take off your dress." And I even love the way that Yukino, like me, jumps to do his bidding.

She's soft curves. She's naked beneath her dress. She's leaning into Sting and I'm not telling her no. I'm sucking faster and deeper and I'm breathing heavier and I'm losing my mind. That's the only explanation. It's not a state that eases when Sting takes both his hands off me to fill them instead with Yukino. I watch, transfixed, because I know that Sting has always liked women more than I have, and I even know that for these last few months we've been together, he's been with them, too, I just didn't know that he was knocking on Yukino's door, and I want to watch the way his facial expressions change. I want to know if he wants her more than me. The answer may destroy me. I still need to have it.

Sting is a blank slate, his emotions hidden behind a veil purposefully opaque. He takes Yukino by the shoulder and pushes her to her knees. I think Sting wants her to do the job I'm doing and I'm not very eager to give it up. He pulls my hair until I'm forced back and then he pushes Yukino into my place. I try to lean back to let Sting know how unhappy I am about our roles but he won't let me. He pulls me closer and his meaning is clear. I lick where Yukino isn't sucking and I can taste lip gloss and Sting and I can feel her lips, too, when she's too fast. It's more thrilling than I think it should be. Yukino reaches behind herself and grabs me and I could come. When I don't, it's a fucking miracle.

Sting swears loudly and pulls harder on my hair. I look up and his cool demeanor has been fractured. He's watching Yukino work and he's all desire. Yukino sees, too, and she pulls away so she can smile at him; her shyness is gone, she's been swept away by some insane disease that starts with an L and ends with a T and I am, too. I kiss her and it's shocking for us both. I've thought of this in passing and that's all. I'm not sure if it feels like in avoiding this, I've cheated myself but when I look at Sting through my lashes I see that he thinks I have. He swears again and kneels. He kisses me first and it's fortification for what I'm about to watch him do. Yukino's mouth is taken by his just as roughly, but he doesn't linger and that's good for me.

Sting stands again and pushes me back on the bed. "Get on top of him," he tells Yukino and she does, straddling my hips. I can feel her heat and I want her more than I've wanted any woman before, if only because Sting wants me to want her. He unties the rope from the headboard and I see now why he left it so long. Yukino doesn't resist as he wraps her wrists up. We're tied together now and I don't even mind. She kisses me again and I don't mind that, either. It's a sensation builder. Sting brushes his hand over my erection and I'm close to coming again. He knows this and squeezes so tight, it hurts a little and the feeling passes. He jerks fast but not for long. He's gone before I can bend into his rising and falling hand. I hear plastic tear and feel him touch me again, sliding a condom on. When he's done he commands of Yukino, "Fuck him."

Yukino lifts her hips without question and slides back. She's silk. Hot, hot, hot. I bite my lip until it hurts and think about closing my eyes. If I do, though, I can't see what Sting is doing next and I badly want to watch him as he gets on the bed, too, behind Yukino, and crouches down. I can feel his tongue on my shaft. He slides it up and licks Yukino, and comes back down for me, too. He's sure never to give one of us more attention than the other. If he does let his tongue linger too long on Yukino, his fingers pleasure me.

Yukino's kiss turns sloppy and I anticipate what's going to happen. Her body tightens on mine like a wet vice and then she's screaming onto my tongue. I swallow all the sound back and try hard not to come. I do anyway.

Yukino stops moving her hips and tries to catch her breath. Sting isn't done yet, though, and smacks her behind. "Get up and change places."

I wait patiently for Yukino to move. It's awkward with our hands tied together but Sting doesn't look like he's interested in changing that. Finally, she's lying where I was and I'm on my knees between her legs. Sting takes some time and rearranges us, pulling her legs between and over my arms and then spreading her as wide as she can go. He pushes me down and holds me there. He watches me lick her, and then he joins in just long enough that Yukino's quivering again, sensitive but on the edge of an orgasm. Sting kisses me last before he gets behind me. When he enters I know both bliss and pain. I focus on neither and bring Yukino back to a place where she's on the edge of orgasm. Sting grabs me by the hips and increases his speed. I can't breathe and I can't stop. Pain fades and it gradually feels good. I feel Sting swell inside of me at the same time Yukino grabs my hair with her tied hands and comes loudly.

The moments that follow are split up by our breaths, heavy, ragged intakes of air that turn into weak puffs on the way out. Sting comes out of me and discards his condom. He reaches around and does the same for me, too. Both go into the garbage can on the other side of the dresser. He comes back to the bed and flops down with the casual, devil-may-care grace he has and unties our connected hands. I rub life back into the skin when I'm free.

All of my blood is returning to where it should be and I think I'm mad. Mad at Sting for bringing Yukino in, mad at him for telling her about us, mad at myself for sharing and liking it. Mad at myself for getting mad. I look at Sting and I see peace on his face. Yukino is reaching for that state, too. I try to see beyond my own quandaries. Sting knows me well. He reaches for me and pulls me down between them and wraps his arm around my middle. He pulls Yukino in after and her arm joins his around me. The hellish little demon, the jealous monster that had been sleeping before once again rests its ugly head. I wonder if it'll be forever.

A/N: Reaching WAY back into the Archives. I've been sitting on this continuation for about a year. In my head, of course. I could never write something and not post it for that long. Anyway… It's way more graphic than I've been in a while (though not nearly as graphic as it could have been, I suppose) and it's in a tense and POV I don't normally use. Sorry for any mistakes and thanks for reading!