Antauri Story
       
       Antauri paced the training grounds of the super robot aimlessly. It was rather unlike him to show such an outward sign of distress, even in the privacy of the late night. When his mind was overwhelmed under most circumstances, he would meditate and gain some sense of peace. However, this night he had already tried such a thing for some time. Yet, he was still unable to put his mind to rest. 
       
       He and his team’s most recent adventure had involved a trial he’d never hoped to face again, striking down an old comrade. The black monkey thought he had made peace with Mandarin’s betrayal long ago, but facing him down again, being controlled by him again, it had brought too many memories back. 
       
       The worst part was that not every memory was bad. The bad memories were the easy ones to deal with. A memory here or there of ruthless training was something he could rationalize away, or simply mediate on if they struck him too hard. It was the good memories that left him pacing now. They were hard to forget, certainly, but much harder to acknowledge. 
       
       The one that kept bothering him was a memory from this very training room. It had been almost as quiet as it was now, though, somewhat darker. Mandarin had called him for special training, the sort only a loyal second in command could engage him. Antauri remembered the smile on his face, fangs bared when he approached him in his bed pod, long after the rest of the team had gone to bed. Mandarin had been many things, but subtle was not among them.
       
       Antauri sighed and sat in a corner. In truth, he knew there was no sense fighting the memory. Perhaps he needed to meditate on it after all. Doing so was difficult because it brought back such strong emotions. That smile had made him so curious and so very happy. He so rarely indulged himself in carnal pleasures, but with Mandarin there wasn’t a choice. It was a demand, an expectation that he train. 
       
       He wouldn’t have found his way to the training hall that night had he not wanted it though. And he had. The black monkey’s tail curled around him as he remembered stepping into the hall that night, alone, in the dark. Mandarin had somehow managed to take him by surprise then. Perhaps he had been waiting out of sight, or perhaps Antauri had just chosen not to see him. Regardless, the feeling of warm metal under his tail had somehow taken him off guard. 
       
       Even remembering the feeling still took him off guard, and it made his tail twitch in spite of his efforts to separate himself from the thought. Mandarin was an aggressive lover and didn’t hesitate to grope at every inch of his subordinate. Antauri could still feel the hands running over not only his rear and tail, but also his chest and neck. At some point Mandarin had kissed him as well, not on the mouth, but on the neck. Though he didn’t leave a mark, the effort to claim him was obvious. 
       
       At some point they had ended up on the ground, and Mandarin had continued to claim every inch of him. He had kissed his chest the most, savoring every scent from Antauri’s black fur. Antauri had savored his scents in return. He could still feel the warmth of it, as if he was petting the orange monkey now. By the time he was done with his chest Mandarin had made it clear that he didn’t want to be patient any longer. He had made some comment about training as a joke that brought a smile to the corner of Antauri’s lips, but immediately followed up by saying he was done with such foreplay. 
       
       The black monkey groaned as the most painful part of the memory rose to prominence, along with an uncomfortable warmth in his groin. Mandarin had laid down in front of him, as he had many times before. Despite his stated impatience, he had teased the black monkey’s shaft, licking it softly until it was as hard as it could get. Only then did he lean down and lay claim to it with so many more intense kisses. 
       
       Antauri’s eyes shot open just before the memories overwhelmed him. Though he could not banish the image of Mandarin’s dominant glare just before he finally wrapped his lips around the head of the shaft, focusing on the dark of the training hall allowed Antauri to keep himself centered. He was starting to become genuinely aroused for a moment there, and the idea of the old fantasy left him shaken. Though he was able to get the arousal under control with a few simple breaths, it still left him sweating. 
       
       “I had loved you once, brother.” He breathed out softly. He was unsure what the thought left him with. He wasn’t tearful, just empty. However, despite that, he also felt warm. The feelings of his brother’s touch remained, along with the desire for more. 
       
       That was the last memory he had of relieving his carnal desires. The need came up so rarely he seldom thought of it. Now, alone with the memories of the one monkey that had helped him do so, it had finally come back. He pondered that need for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. Idly, the monkey’s eyes wandered to a hand as he considered it. Masturbation was a perfectly healthy exercise after all, even if it was one he didn’t often indulge in. 
       
       Unfortunately, he was not allowed to consider such action for long. His attention was drawn away from the thoughts by the sound of voices. “I’m just sayin’ you looked really cute in a collar!” It sounded like Otto. 
       
       The next voice confirmed his suspicion. “You’re insatiable, Otto.” There was no doubt that it was Gibson speaking this time. Antauri wondered what they could possibly be doing headed to training this late. “I would never deign to be degraded in such a way just for your twisted fantasies.” 
       
       “Aww, but I thought you liked my twisted fantasies! The ropes were fun, right, and the hydraulics?” Antauri turned toward the voices. Otto was hugging Gibson as they walked in, trying desperately to look him in the eye while Gibson turned away. Evidently, neither had noticed him, because Otto’s hand wandered down to play with Gibson’s tail at the mention of hydraulics. 
       
       Gibson only dignified him with a blush at first. “Well, yes, but just because one ludicrous idea happens to get me to orgasm doesn’t mean I can indulge you all the time.” He sighed as his blush grew brighter, and he had to close his eyes before turning back to Otto. Antauri couldn’t help but smile. Somehow, he hadn’t known. “We shouldn’t even be here you know, who knows if Chiro might be about…” When he opened his eyes at last to check the room, his blush grew even deeper yet. 
       
       Though, humorously, Otto was the first to mention what Gibson saw, following his gaze to the black monkey. “Oh! Heya, Antauri!” He didn’t even think to release his lover’s tail when he waved. 
       
       Antauri was only too happy to wave back. “Greetings, Otto. Gibson.” Otto just smiled at him, as if he hadn’t seen or heard anything. Clearly the green monkey was not shy about his plans. 
       
       The same could not be said for Gibson though. “Ah, Antauri, um… good evening.” He tried to smile, but the shock didn’t leave his eyes. He even swatted Otto’s hand away. It was genuinely amusing to think that he might try to conceal their activities at this point. “Otto and I were just, um, getting in some extra combat practice, yes. One can’t be too prepared after all… W-what might I ask are you doing up this late?”
       
       “I was just leaving, actually.” Antauri almost wanted to laugh, but he knew how inconsiderate that would be. Based on the look of annoyance on Otto’s face after Gibson had slapped him away, the black monkey had already done enough to ruin their tryst. So, he stood up and prepared to leave. Though he considered that he might question them later about proper use of the training hall, for now, he would simply have to wish them both a good night. He patted Otto gently on the shoulder as he passed. “You two enjoy your training.”
       
       Antauri expected it to end there, as a pleasant distraction that kept his mind off of his own tension. Otto had other plans though, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them other instincts. He grabbed the black monkey’s hand before he could fully leave. “Hey! Why don’t you stay and train with us, Antauri?!” 
       
       He was thrown by the offer, though it didn’t show on his face. Otto had offered it so innocently that for a moment he genuinely thought his impression was wrong. However, the look of shock on Gibson’s face, which had turned entirely red by this point, confirmed that Otto’s offer was indeed erotic in nature. Antauri decided to dismiss it gently. “I don’t think Gibson would appreciate me staying, Otto. It sounded to me like this was meant as a private training session.”
       
       “Y-yes, a private session! Just two monkeys practicing together.” Gibson stuttered, setting his hand on Otto’s shoulder and sheepishly trying to pull him away. “And only Otto can help. There will be… calibrations and such that we might need to make, yes!”
       
       Otto either didn’t get the message or dismissed it. He didn’t even look at Gibson. He just set a hand on his lover’s while he continued to push at Antauri. “I’ll bet Antauri’s pretty good at those too! C’mon, Gibson!” Antauri finally let loose a chuckle as he tried to consider how to proceed. Evidently, he needed to think of something to say to leave without dropping the game and sending their poor, blue friend into convulsions. At least, that’s what he thought until Otto dropped the coyness. “You always said you wanted to try a threeway anyway!”
        
       Though Gibson wasn’t sent into convulsions by the open mention of sex, he was sent stumbling backwards. “Th-that was said in the strictest confidence, Otto!” His head had gone from red to actively steaming. For a moment Antauri was worried it might burst.
        
       “Hey, just cause he’s not Sparx doesn’t mean it won’t work, right?” At that point Antauri had to turn away from Gibson, in part because he was sure that continuing to watch the blue monkey’s oncoming breakdown would only worsen his stress, but mostly because Otto was becoming increasingly less subtle in his offer. When he tried to look at Otto, he saw his eyes aiming straight down. The hand that Gibson had left behind was already grabbing at Antauri’s groin. “Antauri’s pretty hot too, you know. I always wondered what he was hiding down there.”
        
       Otto was genuinely giddy about the idea of groping the black monkey. He even started to laugh. Embarrassingly, Antauri didn’t stop him. He was suddenly aware again of his physical needs. The thought of masturbation hadn’t truly left his mind. He’d even considered engaging in the activity after leaving the pair. And now he was being offered sex so very aggressively. Otto spoke almost as though he wasn’t in the room, property to be used. The black monkey couldn’t deny that he was becoming aroused, though he kept control of his body for now.
        
       Doing so did require somewhat of a long pause though. Long enough for Gibson to pick up on, and to calm himself down enough to speak again. “Antauri, you really don’t need to stay. Ahem.” He cleared his throat loudly, clearly trying to draw the pair’s attention. This time both monkeys looked at him. Antauri couldn’t help but wonder if Otto had known he would be erect, because his giggling became much more active the moment he turned. “Otto and I can handle our physiological needs on our own as necessary, but, um…” He paused to cover himself, or perhaps to massage himself. Antauri was unsure. “If you would like to stay, you are welcome to.”
        
       “See how easy that was, Gibson!” Otto cheered for his lover, and Gibson’s hand pulled closer to his body. Antauri was somewhat surprised by how closely he watched it now that he was certain that Gibson was pleasuring himself. His control was waning somewhat while Otto continued to massage his own groin. It finally left him once he felt the warmth of his green companion’s head against his chest. “So, come on Antauri! I bet you could use some stress relief too!” Antauri looked down to see Otto’s head rolling against his chest. He had no doubt that the green monkey was looking down at his erection now. His hand had even moved from pressing against the groin to wrapping around it.
        
       With such an obvious sign of arousal, Antauri felt as though he couldn’t refuse. Though, more importantly, he didn’t wish to refuse. So, he nodded and moved his hand from Otto’s shoulder to pet the fur on his back. “Very well, Otto…” He paused unsure how to continue after so long.
        
       Gibson helped him along shortly though, stepping gingerly behind Antauri and placing his hand on the black monkey’s. Antauri turned away from Otto to look at him. “W-well then, Antauri, if you would… it’s easier to access everything if you lay down.” Gibson laid a hand on his shoulder and gently pushed downward. Antauri followed the guidance and sat on the floor. Both of his companions came with him, but they also moved smoothly into a new position in front of him.
        
       It took little more than a push from Gibson for Otto to move aside, setting himself by Antauri’s right hip while he continued to roll his head over the black monkey’s chest fur. Gibson set up on his left, somewhat more cautiously at first, though he did run his hand across Antauri’s back as he took his seat.  Then he nudged Otto with a headbutt, and the green monkey finally looked up.
        
       Then, the pair shared a kiss, there on their knees in front of him. Antauri couldn’t help but watch as he continued his path to the floor. The sight made him feel happy for the pair. More shamefully though, it also aroused him, especially once he finally made it onto his back and could see below their heads. Just below his kissing brothers in arms, his dick throbbed, staring up at him like an old friend in bad need of attention.
        
       Thankfully, it wasn’t long before it received that attention. Gibson and Otto broke their kiss not long after Antauri laid himself prone. While Gibson’s eyes remained firmly on the green monkey’s, Otto couldn’t keep his attention off of sex for long. He dove straight towards the black monkey’s shaft, reaching out and giving it a long, sloppy lick before resting his head on Antauri’s hip. The feeling was shocking, enough that Antauri couldn’t stop himself from moaning.
        
       “My goodness, you sound as eager as Otto, Antauri.” Gibson sounded cheerful as he dropped down to taste the black monkey as well. His lick was much more deliberate, smooth, but just as shocking. Antauri managed to control his voice during it, though he did inhale rather harshly. It was the last bit of control he would manage.
        
       As soon as Gibson had finished his lick, Otto eagerly began slurping at the base of Antauri’s dick again. At the same time, Gibson started his way down. Antauri started to moan again once they met in the middle. There they paused for another kiss; this time wrapped around the black monkey’s dick. The feeling was intoxicating, but the sight of his comrades sharing such an affection made it overwhelming. He had to sink into it.
        
       Antauri allowed his head to fall back as he sunk into the sensations. Gibson continued his deliberate path on one end while also taking on some of Otto’s energy. Otto didn’t slow down, but he followed right along with Gibson’s path, rarely separating. At points someone would linger with a kiss or separate to briefly suck on his head, but Antauri soon lost track of who was who. By the time he closed his eyes and started to thrust his hips, he couldn’t even keep track of whose hand was running across his legs and whose was petting at his chest.
        
       His mind wandered to thoughts of long ago, the many times with Mandarin. However, this time there was no disturbance. There was no time to feel anything but pleasure. Memories of their times together, as well as times imagined between Gibson and Otto, rushed to mind. It was all such a rush that Antauri couldn’t help but relax in it, even as his body became increasingly tense.
        
       One of the tongues left him a moment later, allowing him both the chance to breathe and to realize that he hadn’t been breathing properly through his moaning. It was Otto, though Antauri was only certain once he lifted his head to see. “Can I go first, Gibson? Huh, huh?” He was drooling looking down at the blue monkey. “Can I?”
        
       Gibson kept him waiting for an answer and made Antauri moan once more with one last, long drag of his lips up the black monkey’s shaft. When he finally pulled off though, he was smiling very genuinely. “I suppose, Otto.” He leaned forward and kissed his lover on the nose. “You owe me though. You’re right, Antauri is rather hot after all.”
        
       Otto giggled and gave Gibson a lick in return for the kiss. The blue monkey recoiled but kept his smile. “You can have Sparx, okay?”
        
       “And you of course, don’t forget, you repulsive little scamp.” To Antauri’s disappointment, Gibson returned the giggle and backed off further until he was sitting up, proudly displaying his still erect cock. He didn’t even make an attempt to cover up this time. He merely reached down and started to stroke it.
        
       “What are you two planning?” Antauri was briefly concerned, though he wasn’t sure why. He was admittedly still far from release, but there was also something else.
        
       That something became clear a moment later when the wind was knocked out of him, courtesy of a green monkey cheerfully leaping onto his stomach. “Hehe. Sorry, Antauri. Don’t worry, you’re gonna love this.” Antauri’s attention was pulled to Otto smiling above him, his tail lifted so high he could see it poking out above Otto’s head. Antauri smiled back. It was as if they thought he had no experience.
        
       “I’m certain I will, Otto.” He reached up to Otto’s hips as he spoke and gave them a squeeze. This position too brought back memories, even though the smile of the monkey atop him was much less predatory than his former lover. 
        
       Otto dropped down smoothly, settling his balls on Antauri’s belly before sliding his rear back. There was a brief gasp from the black monkey when Otto’s hand slid back and grabbed his cock, but he put in extra effort to control himself after that. He didn’t want to leave Gibson’s lover unsatisfied after all.
        
       There was a brief pause then while both of them waited for Otto to find his entrance. During the course of the search, the only breathing Antauri could hear was Gibson’s. He had no doubt it was because of how he was treating himself just out of sight, but Antauri’s focus remained firmly on Otto. Even the teasing of rubbing his tip against the green monkey’s rear was already tempting him toward release. He couldn’t lose focus for a moment.
        
       He had to hold his breath once Otto finally found the spot. The energetic monkey was not patient once he did, and he pushed back onto it hard. Antauri was whole body tensed as his dick was enveloped by the warmth of his companion. His whole body soon seemed to pulse with that same warmth. Most of all his head grew flush with it as he regretted his decision to maintain his focus on Otto’s face.  Otto’s tongue had rolled out and his eyes rolled back by the time he took his second plunge backward. This time the smile on his face was absolutely too familiar.
        
       Worse than seeing that familiar smile on a new partner though was Otto’s vigorous energy manifesting in full once more. He forced Antauri’s dick inside of him with an almost desperate drive, and by the third plunge he had managed to take it all. All of that happened within what seemed like a second, and Otto’s pace only grew faster after that. The moment after landing on Antauri’s lap, he was bouncing.
        
       Antauri tried to maintain his composure, but against such vigor and after what they had already put him through, he was helpless. He counted to about ten before he lost his composure and let his head fall back again. An even louder moan than before escaped him with the breath he’d been holding, and his grip on Otto’s hips went slack. Otto was in control, and he had no choice but to let himself enjoy it while his body lasted.
        
       Nearby Gibson encouraged his lover. “Goodness, Otto! It hasn’t been that long.” He grunted, evidently trying to hold himself back still. “Save some of that energy for me.”
        
       “Uh... y-yeah, G-Gibson…” Otto responded, but Antauri wasn’t sure he even heard. What he could make out in his own blurred vision was a face of pure ecstasy, one that told him there was nothing but the dick inside him for the moment. Though, he did notice that the grip on that dick tightened when Gibson spoke. He noticed because that tightened grip was what pushed him over the edge.
        
       “Otto…” With his last vestige of control though, he gripped Otto’s hips, trying to slow him. Otto refused, and Gibson soon made it clear why.
        
       “Go ahead, Antauri, finish inside!” He was shouting now, Antauri almost wanted to scold him. Something about claiming another monkey’s lover felt wrong. However, there was no stopping it, and Otto certainly didn’t want it to stop. At Gibson’s word he slammed himself down, refusing to budge or even continue bouncing until Antauri finished.
        
       So, the black monkey gave in, shutting his eyes and letting loose a primal screech as he came inside of his friend. The screech lasted until all breath left him, though he couldn’t tell when his orgasm ended. Otto squeezed on him tight the whole way through, and the sensation of orgasm seemed to hold as long as he did. Even when Otto left him, after the screech was finished and the panting began, Antauri felt one last burst leave him alongside the green monkey’s grip.
        
       With his ass dripping above Antauri’s dick, the black monkey was unsure what to say to his companion. Otto had the perfect words though, simple and perfect. “Thanks, Antauri.” It was cheerful, the same tone that he had when helped out of a situation in battle. As he was now, Antauri could only smile though in return for the thanks.
        
       Gibson provided a bit more, however, crawling towards his lover and granting him a kiss on the cheek. “Gracious, Otto, that was impressive.” Antauri felt reenergized as he watched Otto’s eyes fill with light at the compliment. Soon, he turned to his lover and offered him a kiss in return, and then a hug.
        
       Otto briefly fell onto Antauri’s stomach again as he leaned into the kiss, but that weight did not remain for long. Antauri had to watch as Otto’s unending stocks of energy rolled him and Gibson away. And his eyes did follow. Exhausted as he was, the display of passion made him happy. He listened to it cheerfully as he shut his eyes and let himself drift into his old, happier memories.
        
       Gibson complained the whole way, concerned about Otto’s licking while Otto didn’t stop kissing him even for a moment. It reminded Antauri of the old kisses he had been forced to endure. Kisses that brought a genuine smile to his face.
       
       Holding onto that smile, Antauri shut his eyes. The sounds of the pair kissing lulled him back into his most pleasant memories of this place, uncorrupted. He allowed those sounds to lull him into a proper rest for now, certain he’d be dragged back into their tryst before long. 
       
       For now though, he was at peace.