Their Bounty (Four Mercenaries 1)

Tank’s proficiency at first aid was obvious, and Clover couldn’t help but feel like a standoffish kitten when there was no need for rejecting the care. He’d learned long ago to take kindness where it was given, though it unnerved him that he didn’t know if it didn’t come with additional strings attached. “Thank you, Daddy,” he teased and ran his fingers over Tank’s shoulder.

Tank’s skin trembled, and he looked up before pressing a kiss to Clover’s knee. The dressing was done in no time, and he rose, offering Clover his hand. “Time for you to convince the others. Can’t tell them what to do.”

When Clover reached for his pants, Tank stopped him with a light pinch to the buttock.

“I think you should show them the goods,” he said with a broad grin.

Clover met the dark eyes greedily scanning his body. “Oh. Y-you sure? Drake won’t be uncomfortable?”

Tank shook his head and combed Clover’s long hair with his fingers, arranging his waves on the shoulders. “Drake’s as much into dick as everyone else. If you convince most of us, we will all escort you to your destination.”

So that was the payment for protection—he was to become a fuck toy for a group of four. Throughout his life, Clover has had plenty of sex, but not with so many guys within a short time frame and only with boyfriends. This could end up pretty intense and rough on his body, but if giving in meant safety, and if he could convince them that he wouldn’t be available all the time, then maybe this could work.

Clover swallowed, hoping to find room for negotiation. He wished to stay as firm as possible and set some boundaries, but when his gaze met Tank’s eyes, he gave into temptation and rubbed his palm up that strong chest.

“Aren’t you the leader?” he tried, hoping to win himself favor by appealing to Tank’s vanity. His mind was slowly adjusting to the idea of going out there naked to talk with three dangerous mercenaries. He hoped they wouldn’t mock him at least.

He sensed a bit of coarse hair under his touch, and the firm knocking of Tank’s heart against the breastbone somehow calmed Clover despite the indecency of it all.

“I am, but can’t make them do a job that won’t pay,” Tank said, gently kneading Clover’s forearm, his intense eyes as dark as Clover’s were pale.

Clover took a deep breath when his throat tightened in fear of what was to come. “I get it. And they… I mean, they won’t hurt me, right?”

Tank smirked, moving his olive fingers along Clover’s rosy flesh. “No. But they’re up for pretty boys. Who knows, maybe they’ll agree to escort you north for the price of a single kiss?” he mused, though the dark smile he offered Clover suggested that wouldn’t be the case. “I’ll be there,” he added in a soothing tone, and prodded Clover forward, leaving no room for straggling.

Clover was certain that part of parading him out naked was about Tank showing off his conquest.

The dressing on Clover’s foot had a bit of cotton wool padding, which made walking painless, but Clover’s itched with nerves by the time he left the safety of the locked room and entered the lit corridor. The fact that Tank followed him with no clothes on didn’t make things easier at all. He could hear his own heart thudding furiously like drums before a dangerous circus stunt.

Drake was the first one to catch his gaze in the living room, and his eyes turned into angry slits.

“The fuck?” he barked at Tank.

The moment Pyro spotted Clover from the kitchen, he whistled. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I like it.”

“We all heard what’s going on,” Boar said, watching them from behind a beer bottle. He seemed relaxed in the beat-up leather chair and without the tactical gear.

Pyro waved it off and approached Clover like a dog about to sniff a new friend’s butt. He even circled him, to take a close look at everything that was on show, eyes wide with interest.

Barrel-chested, much shorter than the others, Pyro’s appearance wasn’t as imposing as Tank’s, but every move he made radiated strength and confidence. If it wasn’t for the neon blue hair he wore in a long braid running down the middle of the otherwise shaved head and the green brow tattoos, he might have looked like a regular person.

“When you look at me, do you see the image move when your eyes do that?” he asked, imitating Clover’s nystagmus.

“Oh, come on,” Boar moaned, but it didn’t discourage Pyro from getting into Clover’s face and gripping a strand of pale hair.

Clover crossed his arms on his chest with a groan, even though his insides tightened with worry. He still had no idea what would happen next, and it wasn’t helping his confidence that his dick was on show. “I see just fine with glasses.”