September 8, 2000

"Where the hell are you taking me, Jim?"

Sandman grinned at the petulant tone in his lover's voice as he carefully guided him over the grass to where he'd set up a picnic, complete with checkered blanket and large basket of goodies.

"Anyone ever tell you you need to practice patience?" he remarked drolly, urging his blindfolded companion down onto the waiting blanket, slapping his hand away as he tried to unmask himself. "Not yet, Scotty. I'll tell you when."

Raven settled into a sulk, hearing the sardonic amusement in Sandman's voice and new that he was in for a long night. "Here."

Raven felt a glass being shoved into his hand and he cautiously raised it to his lips, sniffing dubiously. He made a noise of pleased surprise and took a sip of the rich red wine, savoring the taste on his tongue before swallowing.

"To what do I owe this very nice treatment?" he asked, leaning back on one hand as he nursed his drink, listening to the rustling and movement beside him.

"Oh, just felt like pampering you a bit," Sandman replied, unpacking the basket. He sat in front of Raven with a plate of food: grilled steak, spring vegetables and rice. "Open your mouth for me."

Raven's nostrils flared as he smelled the food and smiled slightly. "What? You gonna feed me now?"

Sandman chuckled. "Exactly. Now shut up and open your mouth."

The dark-haired man raised a pierced brow, but did what he was told and moaned in delight at the first bite of the steak. "Delicious."

"Thank you." Sandman smiled gently at his lover, carefully feeding him until the plate was clean. "Want more?"

Raven nodded, using the napkin Sandman handed him to dab his lips. "Sure. But what about you?"

"I'm eating in between bites," he assured him, dishing up another plate, slipping a forkful of rice into Raven's mouth. "Fuck, have I ever told you how sexy you look when you chew?"

Raven smirked. "I don't think I've heard that particular compliment before, no."

Sandman leaned forward and kissed him, unable to resist those luscious lips. "You do, baby," he said hoarsely.

Raven was quick to lock a hand behind his lover's neck and pull him close, nibbling on his jawline. "How about you let me take this blindfold off and we...have dessert?"

Sandman drew away with a soft laugh, tisking in mild admonishment. "Uh-uh...you're not going to sway me with that voice of yours...again. I mean to play this out the way I planned."

Raven sighed in mock-disappointment, but smiled a little. "Well, I guess I can be patient. Though, there's a limit."

Sandman snorted, then looked over his shoulder at the faint sound of footfalls. His smile widened as he put a finger to his lips and waved the newcomer over to them.

"So, what's next for this little interlude?" Raven asked, oblivious to the fact that they had been joined by a third person.

"Well," Sandman began, dipping his hand into the basket and withdrawing a dish of melon and pineapple slices, gesturing for the newcomer to feed Raven. He dropped to his knees beside Sandman and fished some melon out, pressing the glistening fruit to Raven's lips. Raven took it, flicking his tongue over the tips of his fingers before tilting his head back to chew. The other two men looked at each other, Sandman grinning, the stranger looking uncertain and uncomfortable.

"Sweet enough?" Sandman asked, not taking his eyes from the other man, holding out the bowl to him.

"Mmmm, what? The fruit or your fingers?"

Sandman chuckled. "Both, I guess."

"Compared to you, the fruit was pretty bland."

"Charmer," he commented, pleased at the slight flush that tinted the newcomer's cheeks. He urged him to continue, and the other man fed Raven a few more chunks of the dessert until Raven gently shove the hand away.

"OK. I think that's enough," he said gruffly, shifting a bit in discomfort, his jeans becoming very snug. He never realized how erotic it was to be hand-fed by someone without actually being able to see them. "Is dinner over? I'd really like to get this thing off so we can-"

Sandman smacked Raven's hand from the blindfold again and laughed at the pout that appeared on ;his lover's face. "Not yet. Here...drink some more of your wine while I tidy up a bit." Sandman signaled for the other man to help him and within a few minutes, the basket was repacked and set out of the way.

The stranger quietly took the glass from Raven's fingers, deftly relieving him of his clothes and pressing him back onto the blanket.

"Put your arms above your head and spread your legs wide for me, Scotty," Sandman ordered softly.

"Just what are you planning, Jim?" Raven asked.

"Just do as I say, hmmm?"

Raven sighed, recognizing that stern tone and obeyed without another word. Sandman pointed at the third man and then at the spot between Raven's legs. The man settled there and waited for his next instructions. Sandman moved further down Raven's frame, lightly raking his nails up the insides of his thighs. Loosely clasping the hardening length of his shaft. Raven murmured Sandman's name and raised his hips a little. He released him and gestured for the other man to take over. The man leaned over Raven and brushed his lips over the crook of his shoulder, opening his mouth on the sharp angle of his collarbone, lashing his tongue against the smooth skin.

"Mmm, that's nice," Raven whispered. "You're wearing different cologne today."

The man lifted his head quickly, glancing at Sandman with mild anxiety. Sandman pulled his head back, lowering his own a little.

"You like it?"

Raven sniffed the air, then smiled faintly. "Yeah...spicy. Smells good, though I wouldn't have thought that scent suited you."

Sandman grinned down at the wide-eyed man he was holding, rubbing a thumb over his lower lip before letting him go to continue. The other man returned to scattering light, nipping kisses over Raven's chest, fastening his lips on a stiff nipple and suckling hungrily. Raven arched and moaned, shifting restlessly beneath the skilled ministrations.

"Ahh, baby, that's fucking good," Raven breathed, arms quivering with the strain of keeping them where they were, when all he wanted to do was bury his fingers in Sandman's hair and force him downward to where he really wanted his tormenting mouth.

Sandman watched the tableau smugly, nodding to himself as the man lavished the same treatment on the other throbbing nub before working his way downward, his tongue sweeping over the salty skin, not missing a millimeter of flesh as he went. When he reached his thighs, he nipped hard, causing Raven to jump in surprise. He soothed the injury with a kiss and moved to mouthe one of his balls, planting a hand in Raven's stomach to keep him still. He teased and nibbled, switching to the other one to do the same until the other man was writhing and mewing in growing need. When Sandman crawled around the newcomer and began tugging his shirt from his jeans, he jerked a little, then submitted to having his clothes removed. Sandman bent his head to whisper directly into his ear.

"Go on, Tommy...he's waiting for you."

"What was that, baby? I didn't hear you."

Sandman stroked a hand down Tommy Dreamer's back, feeling the slight shudder that went through him. "Nothing, sweetheart. Just relax and let me love you."

Raven fell back onto the blanket and sighed at the sensation of wetness enclosing the head of his cock. He bent his knees a little, pleading for him to take all of him. Tommy slowly pumped the root of his rod, concentrating his attention on the head, licking and suckling it until Raven was arching and whimpering in need.

"Shit, Jimmy...please..."

Sandman gently pressed his hand against Tommy's head, encouraging him to go all the way down on his lover. Tommy moaned and eagerly relaxed his muscles, taking him deep, rising and falling in a lazy rhythm that made Raven mewl in delight. Unable to contain himself, Raven's arms came down and was about to twine his fingers in Tommy's hair when Sandman bent over Tommy and caught Raven's wrists, pinning them beside his arching hips.

Tommy grunted as he felt Sandman mold his body into him, his lips hovering bare centimeters from his ear.

"Don't let him come," he breathed, grinding himself into Tommy's ass. "I want you to fuck him."

As if to confirm what he'd demanded, Raven tossed his head back and forth, whining, "Jim...please, fuck me...I need to feel you inside me."

Tommy lifted his head, groaning as Sandman released one of Raven's hands to slide up the inside of Tommy's thigh and cup his balls.

"You want me to fuck you, baby?" Sandman whispered, his eyes piercing Tommy's.

"Oh, Christ, yes!" Raven begged, his freed hand clutching the blanket tightly.

Tommy's mouth became dry as he gazed into the smoldering depths of Sandman's eyes, his cheeks growing warm as the other man's hand began to pump him slowly. He quirked a brow at Tommy, waiting for his answer. Tommy averted his eyes from his intent look, staring at the desperate man lying before him. Tommy gave a quick nod, surprised to feel something being nudged into his hand. He looked down to see a tube of lubricant and swallowed. When he'd agreed to meet Sandman here, he'd vowed to keep his promise to adhere to whatever he wanted to do. It had taken a lot of time to get used to the idea of being even in the near vicinity of Raven, the man who'd made his life a living hell for years. He definitely hadn't expected the old desires to resurface, though Sandman had told him that he'd be seducing Raven, and he was disconcerted and unsure as to what he should be feeling. He hated Raven...didn't he? Of course he did. Despised him for everything he stood for, for everything he was. But Christ, he wanted him. There was no denying that fact.

Sandman caressed a hand down his bicep to gain his attention and he looked up into fathomless blue eyes. He squeezed some lube into his palm and applied it on to himself, then, handing the tube to the other man, eased two slicked fingers into the impatient dark-haired man.

"Ooooh..." Raven moaned, arching off the ground. "Please...now...need you inside me now!"

Tommy lifted Raven's legs up to drape across his thighs and positioned himself, watching as he slowly pushed into him, biting his lip hard as the snug heat enclosed him. He jerked again at the feel of Sandman's hands on him, stroking and pinching, kneading and massaging his flesh. He groaned as he scraped his teeth along the sensitive chord down the side of his neck. Tommy sank full-length into Raven, eliciting a cry of mingled pain and feral pleasure. He stilled, quivering wildly as he attempted to control himself, his breath hissing between his teeth loudly.

"God, yes...so big...fuck me, baby!"

Tommy closed his eyes at the rough plea, shivering as Sandman's body, now free of his clothes, undulated against him, leaning forward, forcing Tommy to do the same. Tommy withdrew and eased back in, emitting a low moan as the friction nearly sent him over. But Sandman, quick to sense his tenuous grip, reached around and firmly squeezed the base of his shaft, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of his shoulder in silent reprimand. When Tommy regained his composure, he set a slow, methodical pace that had Raven thrashing in desperation, begging for release.

Sandman again captured Raven's groping hands and pinioned them to the blanket, grinding himself into the panting Tommy. "Faster now, sweetheart," he murmured, no longer masking his voice. "Faster and harder."

Raven stiffened as, for the first time, he heard the sound of two people breathing. "Jim? What-?"

"Shhh, baby," Sandman soothed, briefly releasing a wrist to pluck up the lube. He gestured for Tommy to squirt some into his hand, then he swiftly prepared himself before clasping Raven's hand again, keeping him from pulling off the blindfold. "Just relax and let us pleasure you, hmmm?"

"Us? Jimmy, I don't under-oh, fuck!" Raven arched high off the ground as he was impaled sharply, dimly aware of another cry above him...not Sandman's. He lost track of everything but the intense sensations as he was pounded into a puddle of raw delight.

Tommy whimpered loudly as Sandman probed deeply into him, his teeth fiercely clamped in the crook of his neck. The pain only heightened the pleasure as he in turn drove into Raven, blindly pumping his cock when Sandman guided his fingers to it, wrapping them around the pulsing flesh.

"Fuck him, baby," Sandman urged harshly, shifting the angle of his thrusts until he found Tommy's prostate, grunting in satisfaction when he yelped in surprise, hips snapping forward to bury himself in the writhing Raven.

"Oh, God...oh, GodohGodohGod!" Raven nearly sobbed. "Need...need to come. Please...Jesus...Jimmy!"

Sandman growled hoarsely as his tempo quickened, scattering bites over Tommy's back and shoulders, settling on the spot at the base of his neck, sucking hard as he slammed into the other man, forcing him deeper into Raven. "Bring him off now, sweetheart," he hissed, watching his love's face through slitted eyes. "I want both of you to come for me...now."

Tommy buried his face in the crook of Raven's neck, imitating Sandman's bites as he felt himself drawing closer and closer to his orgasm. He dug his fingers into Raven's taut ass, lifting him up as Sandman took over the stroking of his shaft.

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Raven exclaimed as Tommy brushed his G-spot, sending him reeling toward the edge. "Right there...a little more...almost...almost there...awww, yesssss!"

Tommy's breath was knocked out of him as Raven bucked into him violently, wailing his release as he exploded onto their bellies. Tommy gasped loudly as he franticly plunged into the shuddering man, nearly delirious with ecstasy as Sandman rode him mercilessly.

"Your turn now, honey," he whispered gruffly in his ear. "Shoot your load into Raven for me. I wanna watch you come."

Tommy whined faintly, still grasping onto Raven's hips, curving his back into Sandman, silently begging for him to end his torment. Sandman threaded his fingers in Tommy's hair, yanking back to look into his face as, with a scream, he shattered apart, driving deep and stilling, body rigid with the intensity of his climax.

"Ahh, that's it, sweet baby," Sandman cooed before giving one final lunge and groaning his own release. They both slumped onto Raven, breathing hard and fast. Sandman slowly let go of Raven's wrists, rolling off Tommy, who also moved off the man under him. They lay there quietly for a while, letting their bodies cool, basking in the afterglow.

Raven finally raised his hand and whipped off the blindfold, blinking rapidly as he waited for his vision to adjust to the sudden light. He looked to his right and saw his lover, grinning at him lazily, blue eyes gleaming with some devilish amusement he didn't understand...until he looked to his left.

Raven bolted upright with a curse, staring at his nemesis...his enemy...the man who'd just fucked him well and truly. He glared at Sandman furiously.

"What the holy fuck is this?" Raven snarled, gesturing to a wide-eyed Tommy. "You let that bastard fuck me? Are you out of your ever-loving mind?"

Sandman stretched, yawning hugely. "Since you refused to entertain the idea of a reconciliation between you two, I decided to take matters into my own hands," Sandman explained, reaching over to glide a hand down Tommy's arm, tangling their fingers together, much to Raven's dismay and anger. "Fortunately, Tommy wasn't too adverse to the idea, which is why I was able to persuade him to come out here and-"

"Trick me?" Raven snapped, his eyes fixed to the entwined fingers. He felt something in his heart shift and he suddenly wanted to cry. "I can't believe you did this, Jim," he whispered, feeling betrayed and defeated. "You...you know how I feel about him."

Sandman caught Raven's hand and pulled him down to sprawl across his chest. "It's time you put the past...all of it...in the past, my love." Sandman's voice was gentle as he brushed his lips against Raven's forehead. "It doesn't matter anymore. What matters is now. The future. All that rage over things you can't change is only expending energy you can put to good use elsewhere."

Raven continued to gaze at his lover and Tommy's linked hands, then slowly lifted his eyes to stare into his enemy's, expecting to see contempt...even pity. But all he saw was the gleam of...was that longing? Perhaps desire? He felt the surge of the old hurt, the ancient fury, nearly overwhelming in it's ferocity.

And then it subsided to leave behind a wash of confusion and uncertainty.

"What happens now?" Tommy asked softly, as if not wanting to jar this tenuous truce that seemed to be developing.

Sandman glanced speculatively between the two men, a tender smile lighting his face. "That's up to you two, Tommy-boy," he replied. "I brought you together, you'll have to decide where to go now."

The two men looked intently at each other for what seemed like hours, sizing each other up, trying to figure out if they could put aside their hatred to forge a new relationship. Tommy released Sandman and tentatively held out his hand to Raven.

Raven stared at the hand for a while, frowning in thought before hesitantly reaching out and clasping his hand. They gripped firmly, Sandman chuckling in satisfaction with his two lovers.

"Now, isn't this much better than you two trying to beat the living shit out of each other?" Sandman questioned, drawing Tommy to him so he could hold both men close. "I rather like this little arrangement...mmmmm..." He alternately nuzzled Raven's, then Tommy's necks, his hands wandering with increasing fervor over their flesh.

"It's getting chilly out here," Raven said, smacking Sandman's hand away from his abdomen as he rolled gracefully to his feet. "Why don't we go back to the hotel room and...um, reacquaint ourselves there."

Tommy nodded in agreement, following Raven's lead and getting to his feet, gathering his clothes and dressing. Sandman was slow to rise, enjoying the sight of his men slipping into their clothes. He stretched once more before sighing reluctantly and getting up.

After folding the blanket, he handed it to Raven and the basket to Tommy, smacking them on the ass playfully. He slipped an arm around both of their waists as they made their way out of the clearing, idly wondering if he had the stamina to keep up with these two men. He glanced at them both and smiled crookedly. Well, he'd certainly do his best or die trying...hmmm..., and what a delightful way to go!