Rattling. That’s all I could hear. I was waking up slowly. I felt something on my back that wasn’t my shell. Far harder. It felt like it was scraping me a bit when I tried to move. “Paulie?” One sound broke through an omniscient hum-buzz, and one I was far too familiar with. “Paulie goddammit put yourself together!” I felt a hard palm fly across my face, reverting me back to my senses. “Fuck.. did I..?” I recognized the man right in front of me. That’s Paradise, my assigned co-worker to guard the throne room. Typically when our lord is out of the castle minimal guards are left behind. That’s why it’s mostly us dry bones; we’re far too slow to play any sort of offensive tool, so we’re typically relegated to hold points of key interest. I can’t remember why the castle was left to us this time around given I was still in a low clarity state. “Yes Paulie. Now get your fat ass off the concrete and stand guard. They could come back any minute to this!” He held me by my collarbone, lifting me with his two hands, and held me there as if waiting for me to regain control of my legs. “Fuck man, for a guy named Paradise you’re a real hardass sometimes.” “Lay off, I just don’t want to get decommissioned.” That last word kind of echoed in the room. If you aren’t familiar, “decommissioned” is just a polite synonym for death, but this time around it’ll happen for real. Losing all your skin and organs in favor of just being reanimated into what is just a husk is not a good trade-off. Most often than not you’re constantly uncomfortable. Even though Paradise and I have been dead for only fifteen years feeling out bare bones scrape across the pavement or other relatively hard surfaces jitters us. Then I realized he was still staring at me. Just differently. It was plain obvious he was admiring me. “Hey, chin up, man. You said you didn’t want to get caught like this.” “Fucking buzzkill, man.” He retained his gaze for as long as he could until he fully turned around. I picked back up my small spear, and stood guard at the left of the room. We stood near motionless for what I could presume was three hours. The creaking and shifting of sounds the castle walls, now far older than any human, began to play on repeat in my head. The squeaking of the chandeliers overhead also was present, but I had only noticed it when a piece of candle wax had landed right on my nose bridge. I fling it right off, to my right. As I do so, I catch something in the corner of my eye: a looming gaze from the man I shared a bed with. “Hey.” I awaited some kind of response, but I got none. So, I would shout again, now only a bit louder. “Hey.” “Euh? Oh. my bad.” “Best be your bad. Anyone can come through those doors any second” I said, sounding far too much like him. “You know, it only just occurred to me…” Perplexed, I only gave him a look. “We never get time alone. Like, yeah, we have some breaks in our quarters over the daytime but we’re never alone together anymore. It’s like when we died, our love died with it.” I could only stare at him, for he was right. I never even kissed the man ever since.We never had any breaks, and, when we did, we typically just slept right through it all. “Really the only thing that stayed the same after death would be the stares that we would give each other. I can’t take that anymore.” My concern now transformed into fluster, as I knew exactly what he was suggesting. “I think I would like that.” I could feel my spear slip out of my hands as we slowly approached each other. We both stopped just inches away from our feet, as we stared right back at one another. We were at the direct center of the carpeted runway up to the throne, underneath the biggest chandelier. We were like two feral animals, staring right into the other, to where you could only watch and wait to see who would make the first move. And, in unison, we jammed our lips right into each other. We fell to the floor on top of one-another by the sheer amount of unexpected force that was just pushed on top of us. I was clear we didn’t care, because we just made out for nearly thirty minutes. His plasmic necro goo tongue making its way into my mouth, and it just not leaving when I playfully pushed it back was liberating. We didn’t even gasp for air during that (mainly because we don’t have respiratory systems anymore, but I digress.) When It was clear we had exhausted that stage, he pulled away, now fully on top of me.We were staring intently at each other, face-to-face. His tongue was fully out, and far gooier that it usually is. It dripped right onto my bare chest, reminding me that we had fully taken off our shells. It was a strange feeling, we never really took them off until now. I was kind of surprised we still had penises, and balls, even. Eleven inches, side by side, pulsated zealously when he rubbed both of ours together. We grew hard, and fast, at that. Our combined pre coiled out onto my chest, and it flowed off its sides. The both of us were pent up for 15 years, and the both of us knew it was all going to end right there. He tilted my head up as he scooted forwards, his balls sitting on top of our pre. He opened my jaw, and slid himself in. He rimmed my mouth, gently. He made sure to rub himself on both sides of my mouth, all the while we leaked like a firehose. He took note of that, because he started squatting just overhead of my member, sliding his ass back and forth over my dickhead. It didn’t take him long to squat further down my shaft to about half, and alternated his height as he face fucked me. There was an obvious moderate rhythm he was going for, anything faster and our pipes would burst far too early. Although indirect, it helped create a sense of pure passion as I felt my throat go numb. There was this unspoken understanding that our lips would be pressed together again if mine wasn’t already so busy. At that point I kind of realized that this had been the first time we were physically intimate at all over the course of our second life. We didn’t even hold hands. The experience became all so serene as the warmly-lit room mixed with the musk of our situation. I would have fallen right asleep right there and then before I heard a “get ready to swallow.” He shoved himself in as far as he would go, as well as with myself. We climaxed around the same exact time, given I was caught by so much surprise. We came mountains, far more was flooding out our respective orifices than what was being taken in; this subsequently left a pool of essence right where we laid. He slumped down face-first on top of me, and started kissing me once again the exact second he pulled his dick out of me. As he rolled over to my right, we were both staring straight upwards taking in everything that had just happened. It was clear the both of us were exhausted, and not ‘work exhausted’, either, rather a good kind of exhausted. Kind of like coming back home from a huge vacation. “Paradise?” I said, not thinking of what I was going to say next. “Yeah?” He said, taking a second extra to reply. “That really tickled my funny bone.” He quickly jolted to life as he stared me down, disapprovingly. “Shut the fuck up. You’re so lucky you’re cute, because otherwise I’d cave your face in.” “Sorry, sorry.” He took an extra moment to survey the room paranoidly, as to ensure that no-one had seen what just transpired. His eyes lock on to one of the doorways. I looked up to maybe see something in the corner of my eye, but quickly went away. I disregard it as a mirage. We turn to face each-other. “We’re fucked.” “No shit, my ass still feels a bit sore.” “What? Not like that - someone saw us.” “You sure? Who was it?” “I don’t know. I just saw blue robes.” I sit up to a far more analytical pose. “Probably one of those Magikoopas who think they can get away with pretty much anything.” “Sick bastard.” “We should go and find the bitch. Give ‘em a talking-to.” He then nodded at me approvingly. Without a word we went to go pick up our spears, and rushed over to where we thought the guy went. We ended up checking three rooms before finding him alone in the study. “Hey.” Paradise and I said, in unison. The culprit turned around as fast as ever. They only stared at us in silence. To our surprise, they weren’t actually a Magikoopa, rather a shy guy. Presumably one who works at the embassy. We were both just slightly taller than him, clearly enough to strike some sort of fear into him. It wasn’t all fear, though, because we could see something poking from underneath his blue short tunic. His head wasn’t actually facing us, but our lack of shells. Some of his own pre leaked through his tunic, which he promptly covers with his sleeves when he had realized what we were staring at. I could feel the air of the room exponentially grow thicker, as all three of us men were breathing out steam. Paradise was dead set on confronting the man, so I stood back, gaze locked where his hands where a small morsel of white was. “You think that this is all some kind of a peepshow, don’t you.” The man was far too stunned to speak. “Don’t you fucking say a word to anyone about what you saw, alright?” Paradise continued to unfairly lecture the boy, before turning to face me. “Hey, Paulie, let’s get moving on.” His eyes gazed down to where I was staring, and suddenly we had both realized that the peeper wasn’t the only one hard as a rock. Paradise quickly becomes flustered over how I’ve gotten hard all over again, and subsequently becomes so himself as well. What began as a confrontation quickly became a sausage party. As the three of us stood in silence, one voice spoke up. “Do… You… you guys want to…” Our eyes locked on the masked little man, then returned back to the both of us. We huddled back whispering to each other, to where the shy guy couldn’t hear us all that well. “I don’t wanna be that guy, but I say we go for it.” Paradise said, uncertain of my response “I mean I was the guy who eyed the guy first. You bet.” We turned back around, Paradise laying a hand on his shoulder. “It’s your lucky day.” He kind of lit up after hearing that, at least I assumed by his body language. Quickly he went down on his knees, and prodded at our dicks, both pointed directly at him. While the both of us were enjoying the attention, Paradise chimed in. “Euh, you know, I was thinking of pounding you in from behind, actually…” “Relax, let’s just get you fully excited first. I’ll know when you boys are ready.” His voice, now absent of any stuttering, was pretty unorthodox to hear from a shy guy. Typically they’d all speak in murmurs but I suppose when they really get comfortable being self-conscious is no longer a priority. Catching me off guard, a tongue comes right on out from the mouth of his mask, and gives my head a pretty long lick. It made me pretty weak in the knees, and then I was a bit concerned if these guys secretly preyed on the sexually vulnerable. He didn’t lick Paradise though, because he already had his head in his mouth. I could only assume he was doing some strange tongue tricks with him, playing with his urethra, slowly teasing me. He knew I was missing out. He then lays back, giving us the go ahead to get in our positions. I couldn’t tell what Paradise was doing behind this guy, but evidently since he took the back, I was at his other entrance. He had since completely fallen down to his hands, bending over, indirectly begging for me. “You ready to feel my throat?” He spoke up, almost ignoring Paradise at his back. “Y… Yeah.” “Step on closer buddy I can’t work my magic from far.” And with some hesitation, I move forward. Nearly immediately he starts to tease my glans. His lips clenched tight around the end of my shaft, all the while his tongue tried to force its way into my urethra. This felt strange, like nothing I had felt from Paradise, or any one else, for that matter. I only lasted for mere seconds standing, falling right down to my knees. “Ugh, at this rate I’ll have to top. Flip me over won’t you, stud?” At first I thought he was talking to me, but Paradise toppels the man on to his back, dick still in the man. “Shit, that felt good.” He said, holding some breath in. “You, kid, sit on my face.” Following his idea, I press my ass onto his mask. I feel my anus slide into the mask’s mouth hole, and with that, the man says something, but is completely muffled by myself. Just afterwards I feel his wet tongue line the sides of my hole, clearly to instigate some anal fluid. I didn’t pay much attention to that though, because while he was getting rimmed himself, by Paradise, one thing stood out to me: his slender black dick, swaying back and forth gently, clearly enticing me. I didn’t ask him if I could give him a handjob, but here we are. Subtly inspired by techniques he does with his tongue, I lean forwards a bit, and rub my index finger on the top of his dickhead. He didn’t tell me off, so I persisted. I toyed with his foreskin a bit with the other hand, clearly admiring the build of this appendage, acting as if I had never seen one before. Following his gushing pre came a full-on orgasm, which he hadn’t warned us about. Quickly, we both removed ourselves. “Why’d you guys stop?” The blue man said, gasping for air. “I know I came but we aren’t done here. I want you guys to empty out my ball sacks until you see blood.” “Uh, okay…” Paradise said, clearly with a concerned tone. “It's an expression,” the shy man said, ”just shove yourselves back in.” Quickly, he looks up at me. “And you, guy who’s ass I’m eating, turn yourself around and give me my main course.” “My dick?” I said, trying not to get it wrong. “Good grief.” He says, underneath is breath. “Yes, your dick. Just fucking shove it in already.” I sit down on his chest, laying all eleven inches on his mask, just out of reach of his mouth. I sway his arms up over his head, and pin down his wrists with my own. “I think you’ve forgotten something, little man.” I said, teasingly. “You’re the bottom. And, last time I checked, bottoms rarely call the shots.” Playing into it, he continues. “Well a top like you’s never going to get a bottom to cum twice.” “Oh, it’s fucking on.” Without skipping a heartbeat I slid all of my length down his throat, feeling as if I dislocated something in this guy’s neck. He whimpered, but didn’t resist me at all; it only took one act for him to know his place. I thrusted very hard that night. He came three more times before either of us. All that went through my mind during then was the sheer bull-like instincts in me was to just ram, over, and over and over. When I finally came, I hadn’t even noticed that Paradise has since climaxed over five minutes ago. He seemed fully out of it, locked in a deep sleep because of an even deeper ass. I had since pulled out, and was just catching a break from all of the thrusting I had just done. “Holy fuck,” I said, between breaths, now looking up at the ceiling. “I don’t think I’ve ever done that before.” The only sign of life I had gotten in response was a single throaty cough. “Holy shit, are you alright?” “Yeah, yeah, daddy. Shit, sorry, I mean, uh, man.” he said, very raspily. “I feel like you’ve just unlocked something in me.” I said, underneath my spell of post-nut clarity. “And to think, all of this happened because we just decided to pursue one peeping Tom.” “The name’s Juniper, by the way. From what I heard you’re Greenie and Bluey?” “No no, no-one here’s named that. I’m Pauley and the guy in the corner’s Paradise.” “Hmph, you’re far more worthy of the name Paradise, given you’ve taken me there.” “Oh, shut it, you.” Unbeknownst to me, he pulls me in and kisses me on the lips. He pulled his mask up a little and all. But quickly, he steps a little away as if he’d done something wrong. “Wait, sorry. The two of you are boyfriends, are you not?” “Yeah, but don’t sweat it.” As I said that he tilted his head a little in skepticism. “It’s not the first time we’ve fucked a rando together, so stuff like that happens sometimes. We’re a little open like that. But, I think after tonight someone like yourself might not be called a rando anymore…” “Ahah, you sure talk a lot for someone who’d just rail me and leave…” He said, somewhat deprecatingly. “Maybe if I give you my number I could get all three of our asses together again sometime.” “I’d like that.” He said, holding his hands together once again, looking down as if he was hiding how red his cheeks got, despite the fact the mask was already doing that job. Quickly I turn around over to a stray notepad, and write down two numbers. Both mine and Paradise’s, then hand them to Juniper. “I know I didn’t ask Paradise, but I’m sure he’ll like me giving his number to you anyways.” He took them quietly, clearly reverting back to how we once met him. A timid little man, only now without an erection. He was just a doll to look at. He kind of reminded me of how Paradise looked when we were alive, an absolute charm. If I turned over to him now, all I would see is a pile of bones. While still the hottest thing alive it was undeniable Juniper reminded me of him before the worst experience of our lives. And then, I realized something. “Hey Juniper?” “Yes daddy? Shit, sorry.” “Where are our shells?” He looks up at me for a second, and surveys the room. “You guys didn’t show up in them, so beats me.” “We must’ve left them in the throne room…” At the time I didn’t realize the severity of the situation, but Juniper was sure to tell me. “So you guys left them by a giant puddle of cum, where everyone can see them?” “Yeah, s’pose so. Can you fetch them for us?” “After I came all over myself four times? My tunic’s wetter than a male seahorse about to give birth. Or at any time, really. Given they live underwater.” “Well, guess I’ll go naked. Wish me luck.” And, with that, I leave him alone with Paradise.