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“I can't go back to that world man, I'm too tired,” Lucas said, looking over at the fireplace.

“Well hopefully that's just neurological damage from scraping lead paint,” Archer said back, his brows furrowing in annoyance as he stared at Lucas.

“No, it's-” but before Lucas could say anything Archer interrupted. “Because turning the Munsters’ house into a BnB is an insane response to your situation,” the liquid in his wine glass swished a little as his movements became more prominent.

“It'd be cheaper to build a brand new house out of actual money.” He said, gesturing to the room then turned to glare with irritation at Luke.

“Yeah I know it'll cost a fortune to fix her up, but, money's not a problem,” Lucas said casually, raising his wine.

“Why-? Wait. Why is money not a problem?” Archer questioned, brows furrowing in suspicion.

“And my situation is anyone who could hurt me, thinks I'm already dead.” Lucas took a sip of his wine, disregarding Archer’s comment, the plan was perfect, and now he had Archer in his snare, it was all perfect.

“Wait. Then who was in the plane?” Archer raised a brow, feeling tense, Archer could feel some sort of signal ring in his head but he ignored it.

“Huh?” Lucas looked back, he had been so excited to have Archer back that for a moment he forgot about his other misdeeds.

“I said who was in the goddamn plane?” Archer said firmly, jaw clenched, approaching Lucas and grabbing their shoulder to face him.

Lucas stared at him for a moment and patted Archer's arm reassuringly. “It was a nobody dude, come on, stop stressing about that.” He said, seeming unbothered.

Archer didn't budge, staring at Lucas with suspicion and frustration. “Luke, who was in the plane?” He persisted, frustrated, and maybe it was because of what the other agents at ISIS had immediately assumed that Luke did, in fact, betray Odin, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions, he knew Lucas, he’d believe him and not some fuckers who didn’t know squat about him.

Lucas sighed, “Fine, fine if you want to know so bad.” The man shrugged and stepped back from Archer, taking another sip of wine, he was eyeing the man, soon it should take effect.

“It was a homeless guy, I didn't force him or anything, just offered some money and he agreed to have my teeth drilled in.” Luke didn't see the big deal, nobody would miss them, plus who cared, Archer was here and that's all that mattered.

“Jesus Christ! I-” Archer looked at Lucas then the floor, “I mean… it's definitely fucked up, but it's not as bad as most of the stuff that's happened while you were away.” He sighed, okay, maybe he was defending Luke just a bit, but that’s because he trusted him, if Luke did it then he must have a good reason.

Lucas couldn't help the feeling of butterflies that sprouted in his stomach, he wished he could pull Archer into a kiss right here and just take him. He had to take it slow though, he waited so long that a few more minutes wouldn't be so bad.

“Well now that everything's out of the way we can finally start our future together,” Lucas said with a proud smile, he didn't expect Archer to take what he was planning to say well, but that's what the wine was for.

“What? Our future? Okay Luke you kinda lost me,” Archer says with a quirked eyebrow, his arms were starting to feel tired for some reason but he wrote it off, more focused on Luke.

Lucas shakes his head. “No Archer, I thought I lost you, but then you came back to me,” he said, putting his arm around Archer's shoulders.

Archer promptly pushed his arm away, “Wait. Wait. Don't take this the wrong way but I'm getting serious gay vibes.” He said with a chuckle, not believing it could mean anything more than bros just being bros.

Luke backed up with an exaggerated pose, “Wha-? Jesus dude! I'm not gay.” he said, offended that Archer would even suggest that.

“I-” This time Archer is interrupted by Lucas. “For other men.” Lucas said simply, shrugging.

“Okay, lost me again,” he is seriously confused, was Luke drunk already? No, he couldn't be, he wasn't acting drunk and Archer knows how Luke is when he's drunk, (though maybe the wine was a tad strong, he could feel a sort of fuzziness at the back of his mind, slowly creeping over him).

“I can't really explain it. I mean you know me, I've banged more hot chicks than I've had hot dinners. But…” he sighs, “there's something about you.” Luke says, a glimmer in his eyes as he turns his face to look at Luke.

“That… makes you gay for me?” Archer raised a brow, not entirely believing it, half because it's his best friend he's known forever and half because it makes no sense (and okay, maybe the other agents had kind of predicted this but fuck them, lucky guess, plus it wasn’t for certain, maybe Luke was… confused, or something).

“Well I don't really like that word,” Lucas looked away as if to think of a word to replace it.

“Well sorry I didn't invent English!” Archer shouted, annoyed, this was ridiculous.

“It's more like a singular same-sex attraction,” Luke lays his hand on Archer's shoulder, his arm extending across his back.

“Can I-” Archer closes his eyes as suddenly he feels woozy, that once insignificant fuzziness now in full force, making everything feel out of touch. “Ugh- man, my head is spinning…”

“I know, this is a lot to process,” Luke still hasn't removed his hand and excitement builds up, so close, so close.

“No. Like literally,” Archer says, falling back against the old wall, trying to keep himself up as he leans heavy against it, eyes lazily turning to stare at the torn wallpaper, he blinks, and it’s hard to even open his eyes again as he looks back at Luke.

“Well figuratively if it was literally,” Lucas says, not acting surprised, something Archer notes in realization.

“The wine…” he glanced down at the shattered glass that he hadn't even realized he dropped, the red liquid was splattered all over the floor. Archer slid against the wall and landed fully on the floor, legs unable to hold anymore.

“Did you- you drugged the wine?” He says, words slurred, it's hard to talk and his eyes are completely focused on Luke no matter how heavy his eyelids feel.

“Yeah, sorry. I thought you might freak out when I told you all this,” Lucas shrugs and squats down, smiling as he stares, noting how pretty Archer looks drugged.

“Pfff, it's understandable. I mean, I'd do me” Every word feels like a tangle of nonsense he has to drag out forcefully.

“And also when I told you I actually did steal the uranium and murdered my fellow agents.” Luke suddenly confesses, still unbothered.

“You dick.” Is all Archer can say in response, huffing.

“To fund our lives together dude!” Luke says in defense of himself, spreading his arms wide, trying to make Archer understand.

Archer blinks a few times before shaking his head, “Woah, woah, woah. Wait. Hang on. You had the same wine, how did you not get drugged?” He questioned, looking up at Lucas with such pretty blue eyes.

“Coated the inside of the glass,” Lucas said with a pride-filled smirk and Archer let out a chuckle that was strained as he tried to fight passing out.

“Hah hah hah. Classic you,” he smiled and his head lolled down as snoring filled the room.

Luke gave a large grin and rested his hand on Archer's cheek, savoring the feel, even as lust screamed and thrashed in him he didn't make a rush. He wanted to enjoy Archer's body, and he wanted Archer to enjoy him too. This wouldn't be that night with the suntan oil.

He picked Archer up and headed upstairs to the bedroom, it was the first thing he fixed up before getting Archer over. He had planned it all out.

Settling Archer ever so gently onto the queen-sized bed, Luke turned and got his handcuffs which were fuzzy and colored brightly pink.

He handcuffed Archer's hands then set to work getting everything else ready and double checking. Condoms? Check. Lube? Check.

As he was rummaging and setting things on the bedside drawer he heard a loud groan come from Archer.

“Awake already?” Luke was surprised but Archer waking early wasn't a problem, it just meant he didn't need to wait longer.

“A. You wildly underestimated my liver's ability to metabolize toxins. And B why… would you possibly have these,” he shook his head in disapproval, his brows furrowing.

Lucas just let out a small chuckle and finished setting everything he needed.

Archer sat up but before he could do anything Luke pushed him back onto the bed, his hand coming to rest on Archer's chest, “Luke come on you're not thinking straight, get off me.”

“No Archer I am, I've wanted this for years, since the first day we met.” Luke stood and looked at Archer with such passion in his eyes it made the agent want to run and hope to God he'd never see that expression again.

“I-” he didn't know what to say, this had to be a joke and he'd stop it at the last second to say something like ‘bro you so fell for it!’ and then they would drive back to civilization and be bro's again.

But that didn't happen, instead, it went the exact opposite. Lucas leaned down and pressed his lips to Archer's, a small and gentle one that even virgins would scoff at. Yet Luke moaned into it, the hand on his chest feeling around.

Archer pushed Luke away and quickly scooted to get a distance from them. “Luke, no. I don't know what's happening but take a second to think, you don't actually like me, or- or want me.”

Lucas let out a sigh and shook his head, “No Archer, I want you, I want this, and I'm sorry to tell you but it's gonna happen whether I gotta tie you to the bed frame or not.”

There was silence and they both stared at each other, waiting for the other to make a move or say something else.

Archer shot up and tried to make his way to the door but Luke lunged at him and knocked him to the floor.

“This doesn't have to be difficult dude! Come on I'll make sure it's good,” it's not like he wanted to force Archer, but right now Archer was the one forcing his hand and he was not going to give it all up without a single taste.

“Yeah I agree, it shouldn't be difficult to let me go!” Archer struggled under Luke but it was hard, his hands were bound and Lucas wasn't some wimp like Cyril, he knew how to manhandle a guy.

Luke let out a disappointed sigh and then hauled Archer up, his arms wrapped around Archer's arms and chest, securing them before settling him back on the bed.

Archer's leg gave a twitch and he was clearly getting ready to kick Luke away, so he grabbed the man's legs and held them down against the bed.

“Archer. If you keep this up I'm just gonna have to knock you out, fighting isn't going to accomplish anything.” Luke warned, his grip becoming impossibly tight on Archer's leg.

Archer stilled and stared into Luke's eyes before letting out a shaky breath, “You wouldn't.” He didn't say it as a challenge more like he couldn't actually believe Luke would ever do that.

Luke's grip on Archer loosened and he gently rubbed the area. “I don't want to Sterling, I want so much for both of us to enjoy this.” He leans down, his hands sliding up to place on Archer's upper arms.

“I want to shower you in attention, show how much you matter to me, how special and amazing you are,” Lucas says, eyes locked on Archer's.

Archer tries to pull his gaze away from Luke's burning one but every time he looks away somehow he's always pulled back into those green beauties. If Luke was a girl it'd be attractive, right now it's a bit threatening.

But, Luke's promises pulled Archer apart, he did want that, he wanted that attention, that love he never got as a kid. However, knowing how he was going to get that affection short-lived his want and he used his cuffed hands to push Lucas away.

“I- Luke I Don't-” he took a breath, “I want that Luke, but not how you do, I'm not gay.”

“I'm not either!” Luke said, he allowed himself to be pushed back a little but he still had Archer pinned.

“Luke, you're my friend! I'm not going to fuck you! Like seriously bro gets a grip, I don't know if some Russian chip is in your brain to control you or something because I'm pretty sure you didn't wake up one day and decide you wanted to fuck me!” Archer said, frustration clinging and burrowing into him.

Luke shook his head, “I already told you, Archer, I loved you since the beginning, I've wanted this for a long time…”

Archer's brows furrow, “So you're saying that in all the years we've known each other you decided to not do anything until now?”

Luke seemed to be still and then he let out a breath, silently he lifted off of Archer and rummaged around.

Archer, despite everything, didn't move for a while, though finally he sat up and glanced at Luke.

He opened his mouth to speak but before he could Luke was back on his feet holding something out of view.

Archer raised a brow and could feel anticipation crawl on his skin, he should go right now, should get out while he could.

Before he could react on his most basic instinct, Luke was on him. When had the man grabbed his arm?

Suddenly, he was hauled to the top of the bed and his handcuffs were now actual constraints, his hands were forced to stay near the bed frame as the handcuffs were secured by the wooden piece of furniture.

“Luke-” but before Archer could say anything else Lucas sat at the end of the bed.

“Sterling… I gotta confess something…” he said, holding his hands together and squeezing. “I… you remember that training mission in the DR?” He said hesitantly.

Archer took a minute to respond, his instincts still screaming at him to go but he had no way to act on it, he didn't trust where this was headed either.

“Yeah…?” Archer said slowly.

“Well, when you got drunk and passed out… I snuck into your room with a bottle of suntan oil and put on some Al Green…”

Archer could feel his face drop, Luke didn't have to finish it, he felt bile and tears raise up. He felt hurt, hurt he hadn't felt since he was a child.

“You…” Archer couldn't finish his sentence, his throat constricted and he backed as far away from Luke as he could. “Y-you…”

“Archer I know, I- it was a stir of the moment thing! I had been pining for so long man! Look, I'm sorry, okay? But that won't happen! Now we can both enjoy it.”

Archer felt sick, felt like he wanted to run and hide, he wanted to go to his mother who he knew didn't care about him, and wanted to cry into her shoulder even though in reality she'd push him away without a second thought.

As tears streamed pathetically down his face suddenly there were warm hands enveloping him.

Luke pulled close to him, giving him a firm hug and despite everything, despite the vile confession that had left the man's mouth, Archer leaned into him.

Luke's hands rubbed at Archer's back to comfort him and he whispered hushed words such as ‘I'm so sorry’ and ‘It’s okay, it'll be okay bro.’

It wasn't fair. Why couldn't Archer just have one normal and stable thing in his life? It wasn't fair.

If Archer didn't sleep with him, would he leave? And that, the crippling anxiety that Luke might actually leave, that he'll be left alone again, especially left alone with the memory of what Luke told him, made him want to stay.

He didn't love Luke, but if it kept him closer to him for just a bit longer, maybe he could pretend.

Archer trembled against Luke and in a hushed voice spoke, “Okay… okay I'll do it Luke.”

Lucas stilled and then backed up, he swiftly slotted their lips together, at first it was rough, Luke forced his tongue in and lapped at everything he could, moaning and groaning into Archer's mouth.

Archer obviously knew how to kiss, but knowing it was his best friend had him frozen and he sat there letting the man taste every part of his mouth.

When Luke pulled off they both panted and caught their breath, though it wasn't long before Luke once again pressed against Archer.

This time the kiss was slow, gentle, and loving. There wasn't any tongue yet it felt even more violating. Archer hated it, hated how much love Lucas put into the kiss so Archer did what he does best and ignored the problem by digging a deeper hole.

He shoved his tongue into Luke’s mouth, it seemed Luke was delighted by this as he let out a moan, his hands coming up to tangle and brush into Archer's hair.

Their tongues danced against each other and it almost reminded Archer of when they'd wrestle. Though the difference was that Luke was moaning and beginning to rut against him, also the fact it was their tongues, which did hinder Archer in his mouth’s movements.

Luke pulled away and let out heavy breaths, his eyes shining with lust yet there was still that passionate love behind it, Archer really hated that.

Archer shifted and glanced up when his arms barely budged and he was reminded he was handcuffed to the bed.

“You could at least give me the common courtesy of letting me out of my handcuffs, especially since you skipped the whole buying me dinner part.” He mumbled, Lucas huffed a laugh and complied, slipping off the cuffs. Archer could pretend, I mean, he's never had anything in his ass, well, of course, he had explored some things as a teen but still, he had been interested in the idea of being pegged one time but immediately wrote off the idea as he considered it ‘too gay’.

And now he was going to take a real dick… wow, it could almost be funny if it wasn't slightly mortifying for him.

Could someone even pretend they weren't taking it in the ass? It seems like it would be kind of hard to imagine it as a woman, and he wasn't gay so no way would he just imagine another man, that seems even worse.

Archer was starting to have second thoughts.

Those thoughts only started to grow when Luke began undoing his pants, he could hear the man's shaky breath, clearly, Lucas wasn't kidding when he said he wanted this.

But… Archer only felt bile rise in his throat, Luke was attractive, any number of people could see and say they, but the fact was that Archer still wasn't gay. Even if he was gay he probably still wouldn't want to do this, Luke was his friend, they had an unbreakable bond, they couldn't have that after this.

“Wait- Luke… this isn't a good idea.” He said and Luke's hands paused as the man looked up at him.

“It's fine man, I'll wear protection,” Luke said in a grin, resuming pulling down Archer's pants, Archer reached down and grabbed his wrist.

“I mean I don't want to do this.” He said in a firm voice, Luke wouldn't hate him if he refused, would he?

It didn't matter now, the thought of going through with this had a knot forming in Archer's stomach followed by bile that threatened to break past his throat.

Luke studied him, his face unreadable, “that's unfortunate.” Archer shivered, this time out of fear, Luke's voice was deadpan, a voice that most agents use when they have to shut off their feelings when doing a particularly gruesome task.

Luke wouldn't hurt him. Archer believed that so deep in his heart, yet that belief was breaking as he stared into the man's eyes, before the agent of enough mind to move away Lucas swiftly grabbed his arms and forced them above his head, those same handcuffs he had taken off latching back on and keeping him to the bed.

“Luke-” Archer started but Lucas didn't seem to listen, or just didn't care.

“I had wanted to keep you in the other handcuffs, they looked nice on you, but you just had to push… maybe you wanted me to be harsher. Maybe what you needed all these years was showing you to know your place instead of being fed some fantasy that turned you into some spoiled little brat” Lucas spat out and Archer flinched, a reaction he cringed at, he wasn't scared. Well… he was a little, but he didn't need to show it.

Lucas reached towards the side drawer, his eyes still cold and holding none of that passion in his eyes, Archer actually missed it.

The man grabbed the lube that was there and then leaned in, his breath ghosting hotly over the agent's ear. “Maybe if you start acting like a good boy I'll give you the privilege of actually preparing your asshole.”

Archer's face paled and defiance kicked in, his knee came up and slammed into the man's stomach as he began to kick at him. He ended up shoving Lucas back before he planted a shoe in his face.

With heavy pants the agent stared, his adrenaline running hot in his veins, Lucas was out of range of his legs, and wasting time kicking at nothing would only drain his energy.

He glanced up and roughly pulled at his hand restraints, gritting his teeth as he desperately struggled against them.

Lucas slowly stood and wiped some blood from his nose, it wasn't broken but it still was throbbing in pain. “I guess the hard way then,” Lucas said, his voice cold and Archer could hear irritation dripping into it.

Archer stared at Luke before glaring, “fuck off, don't get your panties in a twist just because I don't want to have sex with you.”

Lucas stared at him, his eyes analyzing, Archer was a great agent, but so was Luke, and Archer was at a disadvantage with his hands bound.

With swift precision Luke had Archer's legs trapped in his arms as he snaked on top of the agent.

It had happened fast and harshly, Luke had attained some more hits but didn't really react to them, his attention still focused on Archer.

He brought a hand up and wrapped it around the agent's neck, Archer's breath hitched.

“Don't kick me again.” Luke's voice came out in an order, his tone dark.

Archer just stared at him, he could feel and hear his heart racing, Luke didn't squeeze but the presence of his hand was still threatening.

Luke released the agent's legs and then took off their shoes, haphazardly throwing them to the floor before finally pulling Archer's pants all the way off, shoving the agent's boxers with them.

Archer felt so exposed and again bile rose in his throat, he wanted to run, run like he always does, this wasn't happening, it couldn't be.

Luke leaned in, his breath hot against Archer's face. “Since you had to be such a fucking brat we're doing this the hard way,” he said menacingly.

Luke poured lube on his fingers before shoving two in at once, making Archer yelp.

Archer struggled and his legs tensed and Luke's hand on his neck tightened, making Archer begrudgingly give in as he bit his lip to stop any embarrassing noises.

Archer only pumped his fingers in once before pulling them out, he left his hand on Archer's throat but relaxed his grip, his other hand taking off his own pants and underwear then grabbing the lube.

He poured a generous amount on himself and Archer noted many things to his horror;

One, it seemed Luke did not intend to prepare his ass for what was to come, something Archer was kind of sure was needed when doing this.

And two, Archer wasn't going to wear a condom.

“W-wait, Luke I-” Archer stammered and shifted away from Luke.

Luke pulled his hand away from the man's throat and his hands came down to grip his hips as he forced him back down.

“As much as I love your voice… maybe it'd be better if you couldn't talk,” Luke said and Archer again opened his mouth to try and say something to stop Luke.

He didn't get a chance to form any words as Luke's boxers were balled up and shoved into his mouth.

He gagged, the boxers weren't that bad, Luke was good with hygiene, but knowing it was his best friend's underwear made it so much worse.

Luke was going to do this… Archer felt tears gather in his eyes but he denied them the right to actually leak out.

Archer looked up with pleading eyes and he saw Luke's cold look falter.

And yet. Archer knew that there wasn't a way out, he closed his eyes, letting his thoughts drift.

He didn't have many fond memories, and in some sick, twisted fate, his mind faded to memories with Luke.

Luke and him staying up later than they should when they have a test in the morning but they still spend the whole night laughing and goofing off.

Archer getting sick and Luke abandoning his classes to spend the day with him and cheer him up.

Luke's hand on his dick as he breaths against his cheek, “Are you gonna be a good boy now?”

Luke being his wingman and even though Archer wasn't able to get the girl they still drank that whole night, laughing for hours.

Maybe Archer could pretend, he could pretend that the person on top of him, touching him, wasn't Luke.

None of the memories had to spoil, he could hold them close, the Luke he knows wouldn't do this, he falls into that thought, it makes it easier.

He wasn't losing his best friend because his best friend wasn't touching him, they weren't stroking him or placing soft kisses against his skin. They certainly weren't taking off his shirt.

It couldn't be Luke, because Luke is his best friend, because Luke wouldn't hurt him.

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God, Sterling was beautiful, Luke had known that for years, had jacked off to that same thought in mind so many times he's lost count.

And now the man was here, right here in front of him, real, naked, perfect.

This wasn't that night, that moment of weakness, now Sterling could see how much he loved him. Now Sterling could feel good too.

Luke was almost sad he had wasted Sterling's first with him on that desperate night.

But then again how could he have resisted? Even now, years later, the memory was so vibrant in his mind, as if it happened moments ago.

Sterling had passed out and Luke had drunkenly stumbled into the room, he had told himself so many times that it had been an accident. But it couldn't have been an accident, why else would he have brought the sun tan oil?

The man had looked so handsome laying like that, his hair was messy and his limbs laid haphazardly as he slept without a care, ignorant to the salivating man that stood over him.

Who could blame him when Luke brushed his hand through that messy hair? Who could blame him when he played that song?

Maybe Luke was pretending that Sterling was awake, that he wanted this, was that so bad?

He was sure Sterling would get around to the idea, he'd just have to wait, wait until the perfect moment, and then they'd start their life together.

No whore could be as good as Luke could be, would be, Sterling was never satisfied, he was the only one that could make him satisfied.

That night Sterling's skin had felt so nice against his hands, if Luke hadn't been so drunk, he would've had the willpower to wait.

Sterling had felt so amazing wrapped around him, he was made for Luke, they deserved to be together. But no matter how many times Luke whispered moans filled with Sterling's name, the man did not say it back. That was what he regretted, he wanted to make love to Sterling, he didn't just want sex, he wanted to hold Sterling close, promise him that he'd never let go, whisper sweet nothings and finally, finally have Sterling moan his name. he just knew it'd sound so perfect on their tongue.

And now Luke presses light kisses up Sterling's neck, with every press of his lips he wants more, needs more. Sterling was so addicting. His hand came up and pulled out the boxers from Sterling's mouth, surprisingly the agent didn't let out some witty comment the moment he could speak.

“Are you gonna be a good boy now?” The man asked, really, he had felt a little bad for getting so harsh with him. He didn't want it to pan out like this, he'd make it up to him, he'll give Sterling so much pleasure he'll forget about it.

Luke wrapped his hands around Sterling's member, perfect, just like the rest of him, he thought to himself. Luke's hands moved expertly up and down his length as he continued to press soft kisses against Sterling’s skin.

He could hear the sharp intake of breath from Sterling, and it only made him more determined. Fuck ISIS, fuck ODIN, the only thing that mattered was Sterling.

He captured Sterling’s lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving in and tracing the inside of his mouth, tasting him, wanting to engrain Sterling’s taste to his tongue forever.

Sterling didn't kiss back, but that was okay, he was just shy, he'd warm up.

At least Luke hoped he'd warm up

Luke moaned, greedily tasting, he wouldn't of even broken off for air if not for Sterling beginning to writhe under him as their lungs ached for breath.

“Fuck Sterling, driving me fucking crazy,” he murmured, placing a soft kiss to his cheek as he let out heavy pants.

Sterling tensed under him and then looked away.

Luke didn't like that, not at all.

“Sterling.” He said, his voice low and dangerous, and Sterling looked at him, fear and hurt mixed in their gaze. It almost broke his resolve.

Almost.

“Come on baby, don't be like that, I mean, after all I've done? You know that you have no one besides me, do you really think your mother actually cares? If you came crying to her would she do everything she could to make you feel better? No. She'd brush you under the rug, invalidate you,” he hissed out. Sterling’s lips trembled, he looked like he might cry.

Luke didn't want that.

Luke cupped the man's face gently as he straddled them. “Hey, it's okay, it's alright you're gonna be okay, I'm gonna take good care of you bro, I promise” he mumbled to him.

Sterling stretched his jaw a little, looking away, he looked like a kicked puppy.

Luke brought the man's face up, kissing him softly and gently. “Do you want me to take it slow?” He asks, and Sterling pauses.

“Yes…” Sterling hesitantly says and when he kisses him again, giving a little tongue, Luke thinks he tastes bile.

Luke glanced around and his eyes landed on the pink handcuffs, he hadn't planned to buy them, but while shopping for all the supplies his eyes were drawn to them. He imagined Sterling , skin flushed, bare, hands in those pretty cuffs, pink would look good with Sterling . Everything looks good with Sterling , though.

The cuffs that restricted Sterling now weren't exactly… favorable. Sure, having Sterling tied down and at his will was hot. But… it was still their first time- er… first time with Sterling being conscious. He did want to take it slow, wanted Sterling to be able to move his arms around, maybe wrap them around Luke's neck and pull him closer while moaning his name.

Luke’s dick leaked precum, the head a shade of purple and he shifted, picking up the handcuffs. “If you act right I'll let you have movement to your arms.” Luke said, giving a warm smile as he pet his chest, Sterling glanced at them, frowning, Luke was a little worried that he might not even like the cuffs, though it could still be Sterling being in denial.

It seems that Sterling at least did want that, so he gave a small nod, eyes soft and vulnerable, still looking like he might cry.

Luke smiled, pressing another tender kiss on Sterling’s lips as he let his hands roam, kneading anything they could. But, it wasn't long before his hands found the man's dick again, he backed up, leaning down as he gave a small lick up Sterling’s head.

Sterling gave a horrified look but Luke knew he could change that as he wrapped his lips around it, staring straight into Sterling’s eyes as I pushed his head down.

Like Luke had said, he wasn't “gay” he never liked other men… so it was a little hard to practice for Sterling, having so many hookups, learning the best way to prep a guy, how to suck them off, where their prostate was. He learned as much as he could so he would be able to show Sterling just how perfect of a lover he would be, especially since he knew just promising a good life wasn't good enough for the man, he had to show him.

His hand kept on Sterling's base to hold it still as he took a breath, concentrating as he swallowed more and more of Sterling’s length, not stopping until his nose was buried in the man's pubes.

He heard Sterling make a choking sound, could feel the man's thighs tense under his hands, likely trying to stop himself from rutting up into the hot, welcoming orifice.

And as much as Luke wanted to coax him to do that, right now he focused on the smell of Sterling and the taste of him in his mouth. Technically, it was very, very hard to breathe, he almost choked every time he desperately whiffed into the man's pubes. And Sterling wasn't exactly… clean, but if anything that got Lucas harder, he was tasting Sterling, that's all that mattered.

Pulling off and catching his breath he leaned down, licking up the underside of Sterling’s dick before lowering further down and licking the man's balls clean. The taste was bitter in his mouth and his body's reaction was to gag, but he held it off, because this was Sterling, and he couldn't physically find anything slightly gross or unappealing about the man.

Sterling’s breath was coming out ragged and Luke could hear the pull of the leather cuffs against the bed.

“Want the cuffs off baby?” Luke asked, looking up with hooded eyes, Sterling was biting his lip, trying to silence any unwanted sounds.

Still, the man hesitated before softly nodding but Luke just kissed at his thigh, hands running up and down his body. “Gotta say it sweetheart” he informed, his breathing coming out ragged and eyes dark with lust.

Sterling frowned, looking away as his jaw tightened before finally, voice small, he spoke. “I want them off… please” he mumbled, very intelligible and the words forced.

Luke didn't need any convincing as he sat up, placing a kiss to Sterling’s forehead and undoing the cuffs, letting the agent’s hands free. Sterling rubbed at the red marks, Luke was surprised by how quiet he was, he didn’t like it. Sterling was loud, didn’t care what other people thought, it’s one of the traits that actually attracted Luke.

It tore him between riling him up or leaving it be, after all, if he wasn’t careful Sterling would start fighting back again, and sure, maybe it was a little his fault that the gorgeous man was quieter, but he wasn’t the man who was spouting lies and trying to say that this wasn’t right, that Sterling didn’t want him. It’s why he has to show him, if anything this is for Sterling’s sake, to make sure that he won’t miss out on what he actually needs.

He quickly grabbed the pink handcuffs and let them dangle, Sterling definitely didn’t seem happy to see them again. “Oh what? It isn’t enough that you’re…” he didn’t finish the sentence but they both knew what he was going to say. Luke kept himself calm but his grip on the cuffs tightened slightly. “Do you really have to make this more humiliating?” He grumbles, looking like he’s given up.

Luke only smiles and shifts to straddle Sterling’s lap. “It’s not to humiliate you, you looked so sexy in them bro” he chuckles and Sterling’s jaw tightens, glaring at the cuffs like they’re the reason for all of this.

Sterling seemed to think about something, looking almost pained as Luke grabbed his wrists to start latching the handcuffs one, eventually the man just gave in, looking away, having a defeated expression. Whatever conclusion the man came up in their head didn’t seem to matter to Luke as at least Sterling was acting better.

So he decided to savor this more as he kissed Sterling softly, at first only letting their lips lighting brush before pushing deeper, moaning softly. Sterling’s lips were amazing, thinner than his, dryer and more chapped too, if he knows him the man probably rarely actually drinks a full cup of water, one time he said that since beer is a liquid it should count. While in normal circumstances he would agree he also cared more about Sterling’s wellbeing, still he left it alone because Sterling was hot drunk, and would excuse excessive contact.

Soon his tongue had slipped into Sterling’s mouth, this time Sterling didn’t match his energy, didn’t have their tongues run along one another, fighting for dominance, he just sat back and let Luke kiss. And that wasn’t terrible, it let him show Sterling what he could do, how he could make him happy for the rest of his life.

So he let the kiss last for as long as he could (trying to ignore his weeping dick in favor of the feel of Sterling’s mouth against his). His lungs screamed and he ignored it until Sterling was the one tapping at his shoulder and he reluctantly pulled away, instead kissing at his body while he pants between the sloppy kisses. After some more repeated rough and suffocating kisses he moved onto Sterling’s chest, biting his lip as he cupped them before quickly wrapping his lips around a nipple. Sterling’s breath hitched slightly and Luke took pride in the thought that likely the agent never had someone do this to him.

He groaned as he suckled and licked, lightly letting his teeth scrape against them, unlike the other things, he already had experience with this, he didn’t often care if a woman came but he could still brag about it if she did, it also felt good when they climax around his dick, though he was sure it would be nothing compared to how Sterling would feel. God his dick was leaking slightly now, just begging to finally be given release.

So he regretfully let go of Sterling’s nipple, palming his own erection slightly as he panted, that’s when his eyes laid sight to something glorious when he sat back on Sterling’s legs. The agent's dick was also hard, standing proud and god that was hot.

“Fuck baby” he groaned lowly, grinding against his hand before wrapping the other around Sterling’s dick, Sterling seemed about to protest but didn’t, instead his limbs just staying tensed as he bit the inside of his cheek to try and hold back any unwanted noises. It didn’t exactly work given by how he was soon panting fast and very quietly moaning.

That only pushed Luke further as he let go of his own dick, leaning down to swirl his tongue around the head of Sterling’s head, while he rubbed down the rest of his length in quick strokes, backing away to spit on his hand before just repeating the action, this time sucking, pushing his head down slightly and bringing it back up to lick the slit of Sterling’s dick, tasting a very small hint of precum, sending Luke’s mind roaring.

Sterling was now being a little bit more vocal and Luke pulled off, smiling slightly. “If you want you can push my head down bro” he breathed out and Sterling only looked away with a grimace.

“Yeah I’m not gonna do that” Sterling said dryly and Luke only laughs softly, shrugging “suit yourself.” And goes right back to sucking, going past the agent’s dick head and making him gasp softly before groaning.

The sound in the room is only filled with Sterling’s soft moaning and Luke’s slurping and sucking around his dick. Still, Sterling holds back, doesn’t thrust his hips up to shove more length into their mouth, doesn’t take up Luke’s offer to grip his hair and push his face down. It’s not exactly what Luke had imagined, was Sterling getting enough pleasure?

In determination Luke deepthroats Sterling, making the man’s mouth fall open, “ohhhhh” is the only sound that falls from his mouth and the man’s hand twitches but he refrains from doing anything with it. Luke’s brows furrow when he sees tears in Sterling’s eyes, his panting erratic as he looks away and places his arm over his head (which ends up also hiking up his other arm).

Begrudgingly Luke slips his mouth off Sterling’s dick, wiping off any saliva left on his lips and he looks around for the lube, finding it quickly and opening the cap, Sterling’s breathing is becoming more erratic and panicked but Luke ignores it, he’ll see, it’ll be alright.

He hurriedly pours the lube onto his fingers, slowing down as he brings first a pinkie to Sterling’s hole, he looks up, trying to gauge Sterling’s reaction but it’s hard with his face covered, he thinks to rip the man’s arm away but leaves it, instead going for a gentler approach. “You alright bro?” he coos.

Sterling doesn’t say anything for a moment before taking in a shaky breath, “why” is all he says, voice small, forced, sounding on the verge of crying. Luke freeze, letting his finger slip away as he quickly shifts up, moving to cup Sterling’s face. The agent reluctantly pulls his arm away from his face, his eyes are wet and tears are just at the brink of his eyes, not spilling but very close.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He asks, voice still shaky and Luke frowns, feeling his heart ache as he places a kiss to the top of Sterling’s head.

“Because I love you baby” he says with a smile and Archer stares at him quietly for a long few seconds before his jaw tightens, tears now spilling down his face, “I don’t love you” he heaves and Luke’s face darkens.

He instead only shifts to be between Sterling’s legs, jaw tight knit and he roughly grabs Sterling’s leg, forcing it up, Sterling squeaks and starts to struggle, making Luke fume. “Stay the fuck still or I’ll tie all of your body down.” He growls, making Sterling freeze, the threat maybe isn’t the worse, he knows other people would punish him, and spanking does sound quite attractive but he also knows the real thing Sterling hates is losing control.

So the agent just quietly cries while he roughly shoves a finger into him, he does take his time to prepare the man because even if Luke is angry he still doesn’t want to hurt Sterling, he ignores the voice in the back of his head that if he wasn’t already doing just that, Sterling wouldn’t be crying.

After Sterling is ready he lubes up his dick and holds his breath as he directs the tip against the man’s hole, slowly pushing in, once he’s fully seated he lets himself push out a low groan as he sits there for a moment, enjoying the sensation. Sterling is now crying louder, sniffling and breathing erratically, prompting Luke to learn down and kiss the man softly, trying to console him, it doesn’t seem to work as the man only whips his head away, making Luke a little annoyed as he uses one hand to grip Sterling’s head, the other gripping his hip as he pulls all the way out before slamming all the way back into him. Making Sterling gasp, giving Luke an entry to start kissing him sloppily.

This time the only sound in the room is the rhythmic slapping sound of skin against skin and Sterling’s crying. Now Sterling (obviously) looks pretty even as he cries, but that doesn’t make the sight any better, determined to change it he goes faster, panting softly.

“I-It’s” slap “gonna b-beee” slap “god, it’s alright” slap “baby boy” he moans softly into Sterling’s ear, again this doesn’t seem to soothe the agent, leaving Luke to gently start littering kisses against his face.

And Luke loses himself in it, in the sensation of how good Sterling feels, doesn’t hear the footsteps, only focuses on how amazing Sterling feels, how Sterling sneaks in moans between his sobs.

Time feels like it stops when the door slams open and both Archer and Troy freeze as they stare at Lana and Cryil, they both stand there, mouth agape, both looking horrified, before anyone can react Cryil acts first “what the fuck- oh shit-” and, like a dumbass, drops his gun, it fires causing everyone to flinch and cover their ears.

The ringing takes a little to placate and looking over Archer is horrified to see Luke, bullet wound right in his forehead and he blinks slightly, turning to look at Archer too. “Sterli-” he collapses before he can finish the word and Archer screams “LUKE!” desperately grasping him, the man limp as the agent lifts him up.

Cyril and Lana stand there, still for a moment as Archer holds Luke close, the man still buried inside him but Archer can’t seem to care. He can’t lose him like this, he’d forgive him. That’s why he grabs their clothes, ripping cloth from it to try and bandage the wound, despite knowing it’s futile, losing blood isn’t exactly the full issue.

At some point Lana slowly approaches like Archer’s some scared, helpless animal and place a hesitant hand on his shoulder, trying to ignore (and not look at) where their naked bodies meet. “Archer. He’s gone.” She says, sympathy lacing her voice in a way that Archer despises.

Archer gives a shuddering sob, hugging Luke close as he silently cries into the dead man’s shoulder, none of it feeling fair.

…

The drive back is tense. Archer only has his underwear back on, his nose and eyes are still red, he would’ve gotten fully dressed but he was queasy staying in that place any longer, so he took the blanket and just brought it with him. He stared blankly out at the front window, Lana still giving the same horrified expression like she was still in that moment of walking in on them. Cyril is also perturbed, more tense than mortified, finally, Archer breaks the silence.

“Can we have the radio?” He asks and Lana doesn’t argue, doesn’t berate him for picking such an inappropriate time to ask, instead she just flicks on a random channel and focuses back on driving.

They all know, he may of not said exactly what was happening but the tears were enough of a give away, still, they stay quiet, and when he gets back to quarters his mother is only sympathetic for a moment before calling him an idiot for sneaking off to find Luke.

Lana only gives a single glance at him, Cyril avoiding him like the plague, and maybe he’s a little snappy when Lana finally finds the balls to walk up to him when they’re all ready to go home. “Archer are you-?” she tries to start but Archer, not wanting to have an emotional talk only puts on a grin, looking over at her, “interested? No. Are you jealous just because Luke got to me before you did?” he says, playing it all off like some clever excuse to try and point out Lana’s affection for him still, making her fume as she calls him a “jackass” and storms off, leaving him… alone.

When he lays in bed at night all he can do is stare at the ceiling, feeling empty, feeling crumbled, yet still, tomorrow he’ll walk in and throw every insult on the top of his head at everyone he knows, he’ll wear a cocky grin, he’ll pretend like it didn’t happen. It doesn’t need to be talked about because it’s fine, because he can deal with it. And maybe there’s something wrong with him for still wishing his best friend was alive.

Maybe all of this was his fault.