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Helping Volt and Eddie with the reset is the most useful you’ve felt since you’ve gotten the dateviators. It’s a hard feeling to come by—usefulness—when you’re stuck at home with no job but the company of many, many objects whom you’ve come to liken as friends, or even as lovers in Volt and Eddie’s case.

There was a certain rush that came with finding out more about the two of them, becoming part of their lives and their routine, doing maintenance, saving them with the reset. Every fix boosts your self-confidence. It helps you feel like you’re needed rather than just…inserting yourself into other people’s (other object’s) problems.

It’s a concern that eats away at you. Your nerves are frayed, like Eddie’s wire was. You know you should talk to him, and to Volt too. You know they’d want to help you, the same way you helped them, but… they already do so much for you: running the electricity, treating you like a VIP member at their club, loving you.

How could you possibly ask for more?

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It’s a normal enough start to the evening. You find yourself sitting at the bar, nursing a whiskey sour. Volt had mixed the drink up for you before kissing you chastely on the cheek. “I’ve got to go attend to our main act for tonight. Do be good for Eddie when he returns from the back, darling.”

“When am I ever not well-behaved?” You question, eyes shamelessly wide and innocent.

“You spitfire,” Volt nips at your ear and whispers, “always.”

You lean back against Volt’s chest and place a hand on his thigh, just an inch too high to be appropriate for the public setting. “So am I in trouble then?” You tilt a coy smile up at him.

He grabs your wrist, just shy of painfully tight, a show of the strength and ferocity bubbling under the surface. Volt brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles before murmuring, “Definitely. You are in for a great deal of punishment later.” His eyes flicker with dangerous promise.

“I thought you were supposed to be talking to Amir.” Eddie’s voice wafts over from behind the bar and startles you out of the heated staring contest you were having with Volt.

Volt steps away from you, much to your dismay, his hands raised in front of himself apologetically. “I’m on my way to speak to him now, Eddie.” He glances sideways at you, some warmth still left in his gaze. “I was just reminding live wire here, that they are not to trifle with us. We have a business to run.”

Eddie scrutinizes the two of you, clearly picking up on the fact that you were causing problems before he walked out. He chuckles and shakes his head. “What are we gonna do with you?” The glasses on the counter all look spotless, but Eddie pulls out a rag and starts cleaning them anyway.

You lean on the bar top with your chin on your hands as Volt walks away to fulfill his duties, content that Eddie has things under control. “I don’t know. I can think of a lot of things you could do to me... Sorry—with me.” A pretty flush breaks out on Eddie’s face. His hands pause where he’s wiping down one of the glasses. He shoots you a warning glare. “Okay, okay, fine—I’ll behave. For now.” You take another sip of your drink, smiling into it. “So what’s Amir doing tonight? He doesn’t usually perform here.”

The club is filled to the brim. News of Amir having an act spread fast, and while Johnny Splash (Steamy Hendrix—whatever he wants to be called) does have a few fans, well, you know Eddie and Volt mostly let him have a time slot only because everyone in the house is allowed to have a spot at Open Spotlight if they want one. Even if they’re tone deaf (and not in the way Sinclaire once claimed he was). So you imagine most of the patrons here are excited about the possibility of a new regular act. You’ve never heard Amir sing or seen him dance. He’s got an exceptional eye for fashion, and you suppose he could put on some sort of light show by reflecting the spotlights, but that feels both a little too dull for him and a little too…objectifying, to put it bluntly. It also feels like an act that Lux might throw a fit about (if they ever bothered to give the Breaker Box a chance), and absolutely no one wants to deal with that.

You turn back to Eddie, awaiting his answer. He throws his towel over his shoulder, apparently finished polishing glassware for the time being. “I’m not really sure what Amir is up to. That’s part of why Volt is having to talk to him. Amir made a big deal about proving to Johnny that he did have an act, specifically one better than Johnny’s, but he either didn’t have one when he said that or he’s been keeping it a secret; I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt and guessing the latter. Still though, we have to know what his act is so Volt can properly introduce him to the crowd.” Eddie motions across the club where the two objects are caught up in a lively discussion.

In the dim lighting, you can just make out Amir gesturing with his hands and then producing a case of some sort to show to Volt. He seems to look the case over with intrigue, before nodding and replying to whatever Amir had just told him. The two of them then walk backstage, presumably to finish setting up whatever is left of Amir’s act. 

“What do you think is in the case?”

“Hell if I know,” Eddie scoffs. “Volt looked like he was fine with it though, so I am too.”

A hopelessly sweet sigh escapes you. “It’s so nice how much you trust each other. I wish I had something like that.”

Eddie looks taken aback for a moment, suddenly displaying that more awkward insecure side of his that he usually keeps hidden under a gruff exterior. “You… you do. I mean, you know you do, right? That you have both of us and we’re not going anywhere?”

It takes a second for you to realize how what you said must have come across. “Oh, oh Eddie. Please understand, you two are everything to me!” You reach for his hands across the bar and he lets you hold them. He turns his face away bashfully, though. “All I meant was that—oh how do I put this…”

You rub your thumb over the back of his hand and sigh deeply, trying to find the right words. “You and Volt have this absolutely unbreakable bond, and while I similarly love both of you with all my heart and don’t believe there is anything that could take that love away, sometimes I do worry that I…don’t measure up. I mean, how can I?” Your voice lowers to a whisper. “You made Volt because you needed him. I wonder sometimes if you or Volt really need me the way I feel like I need both of you because you were still getting along fine before I even knew you both existed.”

Eddie’s whole demeanor changes very quickly, and he pulls you back towards him when he feels you start to slip away. “Hey, don’t be like that live wire. You mean the world to me. To both of us. I would’ve short-circuited a while ago if it wasn’t for you, and if that happened to me, Volt could have disappeared permanently.” He brings his right hand up to your face and thumbs away a tear that had begun to fall. “You have us, okay? And we have you. We’re not going anywhere, and we’re not letting you get away so easy. Don’t you ever let yourself think that you’re not just as important in this relationship as me or Volt. You wouldn’t let me think the same, would you? You’d help me with maintenance and make me take a nap and then you and Volt would hold me until I was absolutely sick and fucking tired of all the attention, right?”

You let out a short laugh and another tear slips out. He wipes that one away too. “Right. Thanks Eddie. I love you.”

He leans across the bar and plants a reaffirming kiss on your lips before resting his forehead against yours. “I love you, too. We both do.” You pull your hands back again, wrapping them around your drink, and Eddie lets you go this time. He watches you with a furrow between his brow, like he doesn’t believe he’s completely settled your mind. “You think you’ll stay behind after the club closes tonight?” He asks haltingly.

You try to bring a little of the playfulness back to the conversation, grinning as you take another swig of your whiskey sour, but it’s clear to both of you that the interaction you just had left you feeling a little raw. “Oh for sure. Volt has plans to punish me.” 

“Uh-huh,” Eddie drawls, “and if I veto that and say we’re all gonna lay in the bed in a giant pile with all our clothes on until you feel like yourself again?”

You pause for a minute and look at Eddie over the rim of your glass. He doesn’t look worried anymore so much as determined. It warms your heart and lightens your spirit to see how much he’s trying to show you he cares. A genuine smile takes over your face then. “Then I’d say you’re no fun.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but the mischief in your expression is matched in his own. “You’re impossible.”

“Well that’s why both of you are perfect for me. No one regular person could handle all of this,” You gesture at yourself and laugh before tossing back the rest of your drink, “so I need two. If anyone’s impossible it’s you, Eddie. You’re enough man to make a second one, and I’m impossibly in love with both of you.”

Eddie groans and rubs a hand over his face, but he’s still smiling. “You know how I feel about wordplay. Save it for Volt.”

“So, I’ll just have to find another way to play with you then?”

“Hey, watch it,” he says sharply, pointing a finger at you, “no funny business on the clock. You know the rules. I have no problem removing my veto and going with Volt’s plan later if you keep it up.”

“Sounds like I need to keep it up…” You mumble.

“What was that, live wire?”

“Nothing!”

Eddie hums disbelievingly, but ultimately leaves you be. He does have a job to do after all. A fresh whiskey sour is pushed into your hands before he walks down to the other end of the bar to check on the other patrons.

It gives you time to think on his words. It’s really nice to know that Eddie and Volt think so highly of you. When the dateviators first landed in your front entryway, that was probably one of the hardest things to reconcile with, that not only were you now expected to meet all these new people—or objects, rather—but they were all objects who had already seen you living your life. You weren’t new to them. They had their opinions. They knew your habits, saw you when you were vulnerable, were there to witness the way you lived when you thought you were alone. 

There was a certain advantage that they all had in your interactions where you sort of had to meet them all from square one, and that was terrifying. No one has lorded it over you, thankfully, but it’s not something you’ve easily forgotten either. Especially when it comes to objects as close with each other as Volt and Eddie. 

Earning their love and loving them in return has been a dream come true. But you still feel like you have so much to learn about both of them. The not knowing doesn’t make you love them any less. It just makes you anxious, which… the guys are unfortunately great at reading on you. 

You sigh and take a sip of your new drink. You’ll never understand what you did to deserve them—their gratitude, sure, but their love, that baffles you—at this point though, all you can do is be grateful. A smile overtakes your face when you look down and realize Eddie put an extra cherry in your drink. 

Looking across the bar, he’s completely engrossed in a conversation with Reggie, but you mouth the words “I love you” anyway. He turns his head and winks at you before looking back at Reggie, and you’re once again blown away by the ability of the boys to always know when you’re trying to get their attention. Your cheeks flush the color of the cherries when Eddie laughs, deep and gravelly, at something Reggie says.

You decide it’s in your best interest to turn the other direction, toward the stage, before you get yourself in more trouble flirting with Eddie. It’s just in time too, as the curtains open to reveal Volt standing behind the microphone.

“Welcome all, my dears and darlings!” He announces, hair flickering brightly around him. “We are delighted that you’ve decided to join us here at the Breaker Box tonight, especially since we have the privilege to introduce a newcomer to our Open Spotlight performance.”

Some murmurs break out amongst the crowd, and you snicker when you hear Dorian praise the fact that Johnny won’t be performing tonight. Volt raises his hand to quiet the audience. “I’m sure you’re all very excited about our new act: we have Amir and his amazing shard-throwing act!” Volt steps away from the microphone and descends the stairs as Amir comes to center stage. Volt flashes you a smile once he’s comfortably settled against the wall to watch the act.

Amir throws his arms out towards the audience as they applaud his entrance. “Ah, thank you, thank you! It is my pleasure to entertain all of you fine things tonight with my incredible and impressive skills!” As the clapping dies down, he puts his hand on his chin and surveys the crowd. “Now, in order to properly demonstrate, I will of course be needing a lovely volunteer from the audience. Let’s see, let’s see…”

Several hands shoot up in the audience, a few of them calling out to Amir from their seats and Kristof even stands from his chair and waves both his arms, shouting “Pick me for the violence!” Amir passes over each and every one of them before his gaze finally turns toward the bar.

“Hmm…. who… should… I—ah!” You feel your heart leap into your throat when his eyes lock onto yours. “Yes, of course. How about you?”

You set your drink down on the bar and point your finger at your chest. “Uh… Me?”

“Do not be silly, azizam, you will make a fine target! Now get up here.” He beckons you with his hand and grins awkwardly. “You are embarassing me.”

Eddie puts a hand on your wrist before you can get up. “Hey. Don’t do this just because there’s a spotlight. You…” He meets your eyes, looking as anxious as you feel. “You don’t have to.” 

“It’s okay, Eddie.” You pat his hand and step down out of your seat, going for a reassuring tone but missing by a mile. “I mean, it sounds fun, right? When else am I going to get the chance to try something like this?”

“If you’re sure. Then… knock ‘em dead, live wire.” He lets go of your wrist and nods at you, looking unconvinced.

“You know I will!” You turn away and start walking toward the stage. Under your breath, you mutter, “I’m going to regret this.”

Volt must also catch the nervous look on your face as you approach the stage because he doesn’t try to stop you, but he does raise an eyebrow at you.

“I—I want to.”

“Do you now?”

“Yes.”

“Have fun then, spark.” His tone is mischievous, but the corner of his mouth is pinched in a way that belies concern.

As you ascend the stairs, Amir gestures to you and then the crowd. “How about a round of applause for our volunteer? Don’t they look lovely?” The audience claps again for a short time before Amir lightly takes your arm and guides you to a table where the same case you saw him showing Volt earlier is laid out.

In the case are what look like knives made out of stained glass. Each of them are beautiful and colorful and they all look incredibly dangerous. You take a deep breath. Amir gathers the instruments in his hands and holds them out to you, and you flinch when they’re pointed in your direction. “Before we get started, azizam, could you please inspect my sharps for any faults or trickery? And please, show the audience what you find!”

You look up at Amir and down at the sharps. They look like they’ll get the job done. He nods at you to reach out for one. You hold your hand out, carefully taking one, but you aren’t careful enough and you nick your thumb. It begins to bleed sluggishly and you wince. You see both Eddie and Volt stand straighter, almost on alert now, out of the corner of your eye, but it’s just a little cut—you’ll be fine. “Looks like they’re real. And sharp.”

“Of course! This is not a smoke and mirrors show!” Amir laughs loudly, clearly pleased with his own joke, and the audience seems pretty tickled by it too. You just wince, hoping to get this over with sooner rather than later. Amir does not pick up on your discomfort at all. “It is funny because I am a—you know what, never mind. There is no accounting for taste.”

Amir takes the sharp back from you and places all of them back gently in his case. “Azizam, you may take your position over here in front of the curtain.” He leads you to a large board sitting upstage and turns you until you are flat against it and facing the audience. He steps back and makes a photo frame with his fingers to look at you through. “A little more to the right. No, my right—ungh!” You try to move where he wants you, but it’s apparently not good enough for him, and he moves forward to help you himself. “Here, I will fix. There, perfect!”

The stage lights beating down on you feel unbearable and you have to wonder how Volt can get up here every night with that heavy jacket draped over his shoulders. Sweat drops down your brow, although you don’t know if that’s from the heat of the lights or the anxiety of knowing you’re about to have sharps thrown at you. Trying to keep as still as possible in the position Amir just put you in, you clear your throat. “So, how many times have you done this exactly? Just, you know, curious…”

Amir waves his hand dismissively and turns to grab his sharps. “Do not worry, azizam. I have very good aim. You will not be harmed.” You huff, thinking that your sliced finger says differently.

The crowd’s chatter builds as Amir faces you again, his sharps now in hand. “Havatoh daram, you trust me, yes? All you must do is stand perfectly still without breathing or moving a single hair on your beautiful head. Very simple! Now, to the show!”

Amir bows to the crowd, and you release a shuddery breath. You try to find Eddie’s and Volt’s faces out in the club for some last minute reassurance but the spotlights are blinding in your current position, and you can only barely make out the glow of Volt’s hair against the wall. “Watch closely and be amazed by my perfect aim!” Amir announces. You resign yourself to being part of the act and shut your eyes tightly.

“One!” 

You feel a thwack! in the board next to your right leg. Everything in you tenses; you hadn’t thought about how loud the sharps would be when they land, or how much the board would shake. 

“Two!” 

There’s another on your other side. You try to keep your breathing steady, knowing there’s only four more, but you’re honestly terrified. Before you can even think to open your mouth and say something, Amir shouts again, making your ears ring. 

“Three!”

There’s another impact next to your right arm. It occurs to you it’s probably better to keep your mouth shut, lest you distract Amir and he misses. You don’t know if you could even find the words at this point. Your chest feels so tight it almost hurts. 

“Four!” 

The board rattles when the next sharp impales the board next to your left arm. It felt incredibly close. He didn’t hit you, of course he didn’t, there’s no pain, but the anxiety of it all is overwhelming. You feel tears well up in your eyes. 

“Now five and six together!”

You gasp and wait for the double impact, but it never comes. Instead, you hear Volt’s voice addressing the crowd some distance in front of you—more static and warbling than usual—and feel a hand on your shoulder. “This show is over. I’m very sorry to cut it short, but it appears your volunteer is in no condition to participate, Amir.”

When you blink open your eyes, Volt is… well you’ve never seen him quite like this. He’s blazing blue, infuriated, protective. Amir seems to almost cower back from him as Eddie wraps his arm around you and pulls you away from the board. Your knees wobble and give out from under you and Eddie huffs. He bends down and puts his other arm under your knees so he can carry you, and you don’t even have the energy left to be embarrassed that Eddie and Volt are making a scene—that you’ve made a scene—in front of the entire audience at the Breaker Box. You tuck your face into Eddie’s neck and just try to tune out the concerned and confused commotion of the other objects as Eddie carries you past Volt and Amir, away from the club and back to his and Volt’s room.

“What were you thinking?” He whispers as he lays you down on their bed. He sits down on the edge of the mattress next to you and brushes your hair out of your eyes, wipes your tears away.

“I wasn’t. I wasn’t,” You sob.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m not mad, live wire. I just wanna know what was going through your head is all.” There’s truly no anger in his voice, just exasperation; Eddie is heartbroken to see you like this. 

“What happened to Volt?”

“He’s fine. You should worry about you.”

“Eddie c’mon…” You sniffle and tug at his wrist.

Eddie sighs and scratches at the back of his neck awkwardly. “Volt is… territorial. He’s always been this way. If I got too tired, or he noticed someone being rude to me at the club, he just… I don’t really know how to explain it. It’s like his circuits overload or something and he turns into what you saw out there. All the power just wells up in him at once when his emotions run high.”

He looks at the door and then back down at you. His hand leaves your face and traces gently down your side. “He’ll probably take some time to cool down and close the Breaker Box before joining us up here. Neither of us know how safe it is for him to touch you when he’s like that, and we’re honestly not that interested in finding out. In the meantime, you want to stop avoiding my questions and tell me why you went up on stage when you clearly didn’t want to?”

You shake your head and throw your arm over your face. “Do I have to? Right now at least? You and I both know Volt is going to ask me the same question later and I don’t want to have to explain myself twice.”

Eddie tilts his head, seeming to turn over the decision in his mind before he smiles down at you. “Fair enough, but you’re not getting out of this forever. Now move over.”

“Wha—” Eddie doesn’t even wait for you to move, just picks you up again and drops you more in the center of the bed. He kicks his shoes off and unbuttons his vest before letting it fall in the floor. Then he flops down on the bed next to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling your head under his chin. “Eddie, what are you—”

“Taking a nap. Volt is gonna be a while. If you don’t wanna talk that’s fine, but I’m beat.”

“But—” You try to look up at him but he just pulls you tighter to his chest. He shushes you and runs his hand up and down your back.

“Just close your eyes and relax. I’ve got you, live wire.” 

You want to argue more that you aren’t tired and that one of you should probably go help Volt close up, if only because it’s the polite thing to do, but… you haven’t felt this relaxed all day. All week if you’re being honest with yourself. It’s easier than you want to admit to give into Eddie’s gentle touches, to lean into the warmth of his embrace and the familiar scent of copper that radiates off of him.

Your breathing slows to match the tranquil up-and-down of Eddie’s chest and you feel your eyelids get heavier. His words from earlier this evening drift back through your mind, “...and if I veto that and say we’re all gonna lay in the bed in a giant pile with all our clothes on until you feel like yourself again?” You sigh and sink against him. There’s no point in fighting off the exhaustion, not when Eddie has you right where he wants you, the bastard.

You manage to sleep peacefully in Eddie’s arms, and you’re not sure how much time passes but you wake up slowly some time later when you feel the bed dip behind you. “Volt?” You mumble.

“Did I wake you, spark? Apologies.” He’s dressed down into just his boxers, and he brushes his lips over your shoulder as he slides into bed behind you.

“It’s okay.” You’re barely awake as you lean back against his chest. Eddie grumbles and follows your movement, eyes still closed and now pressing his face into your neck. It makes both you and Volt smile. “I’m sorry for causing a scene earlier.”

“Think nothing of it.” Volt’s pale hand traces up your shoulder and neck until he can play with your hair. “You were frightened, live wire. I only wish you would have said something. It was clear to me, and I imagine to Eddie as well, that you didn’t want to set foot on that stage.”

A heavy sigh escapes you. “Eddie did try to stop me, yeah.”

“And you still went up? Will you tell me why?”

You smile briefly back at Volt, but it doesn’t quite meet your eyes. “I told Eddie I didn’t really want to have to explain myself twice, so we were going to wait for you, but now that he’s asleep—”

“No, go ahead.” Eddie groans against your neck. 

Hearing him speak makes you jump a little in surprise. “Have you been awake this whole time!?”

“No,” he peeks one eye open and looks up at you and Volt, but stays resting against your chest. “I woke up when Volt came in.”

“Well, live wire,” Volt takes your chin delicately in his fingers and turns your head to face him, “it seems you have our undivided attention. What’s this about, hmm?”

Both of their gazes are so intense, you have to look up at the ceiling as you find the words. You reach out to both of them, one of your hands pressing against Eddie’s chest where he’s curled against you and the other finding Volt’s thigh behind you. The two of them don’t let up on their caresses, each wholly focused and patient, but comforting as they trace small shapes into your skin and remind you you are loved. 

“You know I love both of you dearly, and I feel very loved in return. And similarly—but, you know, differently—with everyone else in the house, I care about them a great deal because they’re my friends and neighbors and I know they care about me too. Sometimes though, I don’t feel…deserving of all the love, if that makes sense?”

“This again?” Eddie huffs, that same heartbroken look in his eyes as he finally sits up against the pillows.

“Let them finish, Eddie,” Volt scolds. “Go on, spark. We hear you. What can we do to help you feel deserving?”

“I don’t know if it’s so much work that others can help me with as work that I have to do myself. I think it’s why I forced myself to go up on stage with Amir tonight. Everyone in the house has their jobs, or at least some purpose to keep them busy throughout the day: you guys run the power, Dorian provides security, Mateo takes care of the inanimals, even objects like Jerry have their uses, keeping all of my random knick-knacks in one place so I don’t have a giant mess everywhere. But I just feel so listless.” You throw your hands in the air above you. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, other than keeping the dateviators safe. I want to be useful. But I don’t always feel that way. And I think… when Amir singled me out in the audience tonight, I told myself that being a part of his performance was a way for me to be useful, even if I was scared. I was doing Amir a favor, and I was doing the club a favor by putting on a show as the house’s ‘one and only human’.” You make air quotes with your fingers before dropping your hands to your chest. A frown settles on your face. “But by the time I’d actually realized what I was agreeing to and how badly I didn’t want to do it, I was too caught up in my own emotions and I just…froze.”

You turn to look at Eddie, and then at Volt. “I’m sorry you guys. I never meant to disrupt things.”

Volt presses his finger to your lips, silencing you. It tingles pleasantly. “That’s enough apologies. It’s our turn.” You nod your head. Eddie takes one of your hands in his, rubbing circles on the back of it with his thumb. “We only wish that you’d come to us sooner, spark. If you need help filling your days or finding something to do to feel accomplished, there is no shortage of activities we can provide you with.” You feel your cheeks flush when Volt’s hand runs down your side to rest on your thigh, his fingers brushing indecently closer to your center.

Eddie suddenly smacks his hand away, glaring at Volt, who playfully pouts in return. “What he means to say,” Eddie retorts, “is if you want us to give you a job in the club, or you want help finding work around the house with some of the other objects, we’ll help you do that. We know you need a real job in the outside world so you can pay your rent and stuff, but in the meantime, we’re happy to do what we can.”

The weight that had been resting in your chest finally lifts away; you feel like you can breathe. The gentle smiles on both Eddie and Volt’s faces warms your heart, and you don’t feel so scared to move forward anymore. You don’t feel like you’re wandering aimlessly. You’re right where you need to be. You’re home, not just in this house, but in their arms.

“Thank you. That means so much to me, really. More than I can say.” You lean over and give Eddie a kiss on the cheek, and then turn back and do the same to Volt. “I love you both.”

When you settle back down against the pillows, you feel light and cheery, but you can only describe the space between them as… charged. Eddie’s steel eyes have darkened, and Volt’s hand has crept back between your legs, uninhibited by Eddie this time. “We love you too, live wire.” He presses his lips to the underside of your jaw, and Volt laughs richly. “Volt’s idea wasn’t too bad either though, if you need our help remembering how much we want you around.”

“Would you like that, spark? Shall we show you how much we desire and adore you?” Volt finally drags his finger over your clothed center, pressing slow circles against your clit. 

You gasp, high and needy, one hand coming up to tangle in Eddie’s wiry hair where he’s still mouthing at your neck. “Yes. Show me.” 

“Whatever you want. All you have to do is ask. Can you do that for us, spark? Will you tell us what it is you want us to do so we can properly express our affections?” Volt’s tone is salacious. You nod rapidly and grind your hips down.

Eddie pulls the collar of your shirt down and nips at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Words, baby. Use them.”

A desperate whine falls from your lips. You swallow and take a deep breath, trying and failing to gather even a modicum of control before you speak. Your voice comes out in a breathy plea. “Your mouth. I want your mouth.”

“Whose mouth?” Volt asks, and at the same time Eddie questions, “Where?”

You throw your arm up to cover your face again. Eddie told you earlier this evening that you were impossible, but truly, like you said, it’s the two of them that are the handful. How anyone is supposed to keep a clear head and give instructions while they’re being showered with attention like this is beyond you. Volt’s fingers press up again insistently and you moan loudly. 

“Volt—”

“Yes, darling?”

“I want your mouth, Volt. I want you to… to eat me out.”

Volt smirks and begins to slide down the length of your body. “Gladly.”

“So good for us, live wire. You need anything from me, hmm?” Eddie kisses your neck sweetly to punctuate his sentences, and you feel like you’re going to melt. It’s a much better feeling than being under those stage lights earlier, though.

You remove your arm from your face so you can track Volt as he starts dragging your pants and underwear off of your lower half. He licks his lips and meets your eyes as he settles on his stomach between your legs. 

You face Eddie and glance at his lips before leaning forward and whispering, “Kiss me.” 

Eddie nods and grabs your chin, meeting you halfway and capturing your lips in a toe-curling kiss. He pulls at your bottom lip with his teeth and soothes over it with his tongue. You’re so enraptured by this kiss you’ve nearly forgotten the other instructions you’ve given.

Volt’s tongue presses hot and flat against your clit, and you fall back from Eddie’s embrace, your mouth open to let out a pathetic mewl. Eddie just follows you down onto the pillows, now leaning over you, and you can feel his erection pressing into your hip. The two of them barely give you a moment to recover, both of them diving back in at the same time.

Volt flicks his tongue repeatedly against your clit and brings his hands up to hold your hips down when you start bucking against his face. Eddie kisses you again, more fervently than before. He licks into your mouth, tracing your jaw and neck with his hand, all the way down to your stomach until he can start pushing his hand under your shirt. You’ll never understand how these two are so perfectly in sync; you suppose it’s just part of being a two-in-one object. Eddie’s fingers twist around your nipple at the same time that Volt thrusts his tongue into your hole and the dual stimulation has you arching your back up off the bed. 

You’re incredibly close, about to tip over the edge; you know it won’t take much more. You bury your fingers in Eddie’s shirt and push him back for a moment, both of you gasping for breath. “I need—Volt, more. Just a little bit more, I need you to—” The words tumble out of you in a rush, and you’re struggling to find the correct ones but he seems to gather your meaning. He jabs two fingers against your clit and emits that pleasant static shock you felt against your lips earlier, and you’re gone.

Eddie keeps kneading at your chest and sucking bruises into your neck as your orgasm wracks through you. Volt is no better, eating you out like a man starved as you spasm around his tongue and fingers. You keen and throw your head back as the waves of pleasure go on and on until you feel like you can’t take it anymore.

Some time later—it might be seconds, or maybe minutes, you’re not sure—Volt is running his hands up and down your thighs and Eddie is pressing a sweet kiss to your temple while his fingers rub gentle circles against your collarbone. “How do you feel, live wire?” Eddie whispers.

You give yourself a moment to take stock of your body. Everything is heavy in a really nice way. You feel incredibly loved, wrapped in both Eddie and Volt’s embrace, but still there’s more you want, more you feel like you need. Eddie’s stiff length is still pressed firmly against your side, although he’s doing a pretty good job of ignoring it. You’re sure Volt’s not in much better shape. “I feel good, but…”

“But…?” Volt looks up at you with his brows raised. The effect of his concerned face is somewhat diminished by your release shining on his lips and chin. “What else do you need, spark? Name it, and you shall have it.”

“I want to be useful.”

Eddie nods at you seriously. “We told you, sweetheart, we’re gonna look at getting you work to do around the—”

“No,” you cut Eddie off, and both he and Volt look at you surprised. The blush that’s built up on your cheeks over the course of the evening burns hotter. “I—I want you both…to use me.”

Volt and Eddie are both silent for a moment, frozen. You almost worry that you’ve said something out of bounds when Eddie groans and hides his face in your neck. “You can’t just say things like that, baby.” He grinds his hips against you in a slow, sensual motion.

Volt looks up at you with dangerous promise in his eyes. “Whatever the little wire wants, they shall have.” He pushes two fingers into your dripping entrance. “Still, I have to make sure you are ready to be used.”

The way Volt is staring you down, and Eddie is panting into your ear, floods you with warmth. Your fingers tangle in Eddie’s hair again as Volt thrusts his fingers in and out of you. “So good, keep going,” you beg. You reach down with your free hand to the waistband of Eddie’s pants. “Eddie. Eddie—I want to touch you.” He nods and raises his hips. The two of you make quick work of undressing him and pulling your shirt off over your head, your movements only momentarily stalled when Volt circles his thumb over your clit, pulling another groan from you. 

Volt bends down and presses his tongue to your clit again, right as he twists a third finger into you. You feel like you can barely control the noises coming out of you. Still, you want to make both of them feel good, you want to focus—as much as you can in this position. Eddie’s length is slick with pre when you wrap your hand around him, and he all but growls in your ear when you run your hand up and down it. He presses his face back towards yours, seeking out your lips in a filthy kiss as you jerk him off. Volt chuckles against your entrance, sending pleasurable vibrations through you and then literally zapping you with his fingers, making you shout. 

Your hand comes to a stop as your second orgasm of the night tears through your body and you gush all over Volt’s face and fingers. Eddie watches you fall over the edge, completely taken with you. When Volt sits up between your legs, his own erection protruding against the front of his boxers, the look in his eyes is as if you hung the stars themselves. “The two of you make a beautiful picture,” Volt purrs, “and you look good enough to eat.” His eyes rake over Eddie’s nude form and he licks your slick from his lips.

Eddie blushes and his dick throbs against your thigh. “Another time. Tonight is about them. Do you think they’re ready for us, lightning bug?”

Volt grins and runs his fingers through your soaked cunt. “I’d say so. Wouldn’t you?” He extends his hand to Eddie, and Eddie doesn’t hesitate to take Volt’s fingers into his mouth and suck them clean. Volt hooks his fingers down on Eddie’s tongue and spit starts to pool in the corner of his mouth; he just continues to sit there obediently, though. When Volt sees you staring, he turns to you. “I’m so sorry, spark. Did you want to taste too?”

You know they want you to use your words, so you force yourself to sit up, expecting Volt’s fingers to be offered to you as well. “Yes.” Volt’s fingers are not what you get.

“Open then, and Eddie, let them have a taste.” You watch with wide eyes as Volt finally pulls his fingers from Eddie’s mouth and sits back between your legs. Eddie then leans forward and kisses you, pushing spit and remnants of your own slick into your mouth. You both moan into the kiss, and Volt sighs contentedly. “That’s it, so lovely, the both of you.”

When Eddie pulls away from the kiss, there’s a long, thin string of spit that connects your mouths. It snaps when his lips turn up in a pleased smile. “So good for us. You gonna let us both use you, live wire?”

“Yes, yes. Please use me until you don’t need me anymore.” Your core aches at the idea of Volt and Eddie having their way with you, but your words give both of them pause.

Eddie’s smile softens as his brows pinch together. He brings his hand up to your face and brushes his thumb over your cheek affectionately. “We’ll always need you, sweetheart.” He kisses you again, much more gently than before. 

“He’s right, darling.” Volt wraps his hand around your calf and raises your leg so he can press a kiss to your ankle. You almost want to hide your face at how vulnerable the affection makes you feel, but Volt, always the tease, nips at the skin before you can think too hard about it. “And tonight, we need you to let us ravage you.”

“O-okay,” you breath out shakily. “However you want me, I want it too. I want… I want to be good for both of you.”

Volt chuckles devilishly and puts your leg back down on the bed. He then beckons Eddie forward with his spit-shined fingers. “I’m sure you do, spark. Eddie be a dear and come down to the end of the bed. I’d love to see our precious human ride you a bit before I join in on the fun.”

Eddie groans and nods his head before untangling himself from where he’s been grinding against you. Volt slides off the bed to make room for Eddie to lie down again, his head now down by your hips, while he steps over to the nightstand and retrieves the bottle of lube they keep stored in the drawer. 

Volt turns his head over his shoulder, his glowing hair flinging shadows across the walls, and lifts one of his lightning brows at you. “Well, what are you waiting for, little wire? Don’t you want to feel our Eddie stretching you wide? Don’t you want to pleasure him?” He grins when you flush a deeper pink. “Go on, then.”

You scramble to do as you’re told, perhaps un-sexily in your haste, but when you finally swing your leg over Eddie’s hips and plant your hands on his chest, he only looks awestruck. His hands squeeze your thighs and draw up to your waist, and when you grind down against him, a long, low moan leaves his mouth that you wish you could hear again and again. You roll your hips down a second time. “Eddie—I need you.”

“I know, baby, I know,” He grunts. “I need you, too. Go on, take what you need.” 

With one hand, you reach for Eddie’s length and hold him steady as you slide down onto him. Twin moans leave you when your hips press flush against each other, the slide easy from how wet Volt already made you. Your fingers curl in the dark coils of hair on Eddie’s chest, and his own tighten around your hips, leaving crescent shapes where his nails scrape into your skin. “Fuck, live wire.” Eddie throws his head back against the mattress when you raise yourself up and fall back down on his dick. 

“Gorgeous,” You hear Volt whisper behind you, right before you feel his electric lips on your neck. He presses himself along the line of your back, standing between Eddie’s legs, and you can feel Volt’s cock twitch against your lower back as he starts marking up your neck opposite from where Eddie left his claim earlier. You already feel like a wreck with bruises from both of your lovers sucked onto your neck, Eddie pummeling your insides, and now Volt’s maddening fingers tracing their way back to your entrance. “Are you going to let me in too, spark?”

His fingers are wet with lube, and he pushes two of them into your hole next to Eddie’s dick. The extra stretch makes you gasp, and Eddie grits out Volt’s name through his teeth. Volt keeps fucking you with his fingers, alternating with Eddie’s thrusts so you always feel full. You’re babbling unintelligibly, descending sharply and quickly towards a third orgasm when Volt removes his fingers and Eddie stills his hips.

You whine pathetically, being denied your release, and Volt hums in your ear. “Our poor little wire, it’s just not fair is it?” You can’t see Volt’s face, but you’d guess from the way Eddie is looking over your shoulder that they’re having one of their silent conversations—that Volt is smiling while he tortures you. He wraps his arms around you and hooks his chin over your shoulder, the ends of his luminous hair sparking and prickling at your neck. “I do believe though that Eddie asked you to use your words, and you haven’t been using very many of them. How are we supposed to know what you need if you don’t keep telling us what to do, hmm?”

You want to smack that stupid fake innocent look off of Volt’s face. He and Eddie both know exactly what they’re doing, and what you want them to do. But you also know how the game is played. You set the rules after all. You take a deep breath. “I want you to let me cum.”

There’s still a great deal of mischief in Volt’s eyes as he replies, “Is that all?”

You try to gather your thoughts, think about what it is Volt actually wants you to say, but the problem is the boys are playing two different games. While Volt has stolen your attention away and is stringing you along, Eddie takes the opportunity to bring his thumb down and start rubbing harsh circles into your clit. When you cry out Eddie’s name and try to grind your hips down onto him, Volt just pulls you tighter to his chest, restricting your movement, and forces you to look at him with his fingers on your chin.

“Is. That. All?” Volt reiterates, sharper this time. Eddie hasn’t let up with his fingers, but he also hasn’t moved his hips an inch.

You shake your head in frustration. Your whole body seems to tremble as you speak. “I want you to make me cum. Both of you—at the same time.”

“I think we can make that happen,” Eddie grins and looks up at Volt again. “What do you say, lightning bug?”

“It would be our immense pleasure to grant your wish, spark.”

Eddie reaches for your waist and begins slowly rolling his hips up into yours again, grinding deep inside you. His pace is deliberately lazy and it makes you want to scream, until you feel Volt’s hands grip you just above Eddie’s. You tense when Volt presses the tip of his cock to your entrance, and Eddie hisses through his teeth, stilling his movements and petting your thigh. “Easy there, live wire. It’s okay; we’ll go slow… Unless you don’t want to do this anymore?”

“No, I need this,” you inhale deeply, try to relax, and lean back more against Volt’s chest. He angles forward to hold you in his arms, and it pushes more of his length into you alongside Eddie’s. All three of you groan at the blissful pressure being created. Desperate tears start to prick at the corner of your eyes. “More—move, something please.”

Eddie’s brows draw up in concern and he rubs his thumb soothingly over your hip. “Are you sure? We want to give you what you want, sweetheart, but we also want you to feel good.”

Something in you snaps. You don’t want them to be careful and check on you and make sure everything is okay right now. You want them to punish you like Volt promised. You told them you needed to be useful—to be used. “I thought you wanted to ravage me,” you bite out. 

You watch gleefully as Eddie’s eyes widen, and he shoots Volt a disbelieving look over your shoulder before he nods and looks back at you with a newfound determination. Volt doesn’t ask any more questions, just plasters himself to your back and carefully thrusts into you before pulling back out. When Volt retreats, Eddie goes deeper, and the two of them find a pattern like that that has you seeing stars in no time. The glide of their cocks inside of you stretches you beyond belief, and there isn’t a single moment when they aren’t attacking that perfect spot deep inside your cunt.

“Eddie, Volt—I’m so close. Please make me cum.”

“Hmm, what do you think, Eddie? Shall we make our little wire cum? I suppose they have been awfully well-behaved and using their words like we asked, but I’m not quite done ravaging them, are you?” Volt snaps his hips up sharply at the end of his questioning.

Eddie looks much less put together than Volt sounds. He’s covered in a thin layer of sweat, there’s a bright red flush starting at his cheeks that travels all the way down to where your fingers are curled into his chest hair, and when he replies to Volt, his voice is strained. “Before they asked to cum, they asked us to use them.” He swallows heavily and smirks at you. “I think, if they want to cum so badly, they should follow the rules and be useful. Make at least one of us cum first.”

You keen when Volt kisses the side of your neck and slows his thrusts. “I think that seems fair.” He says.

You’re begging for release at this point, and you do want to be good—you want to be useful. At this point, you’ll do nearly anything if it keeps the two of them moving inside of you. The easiest route ahead, you realize, is to get Eddie off first since he’s within your grasp. You roll your hips and clench on Eddie and Volt’s cocks as they fuck into you, drawing moans from both of them. While still holding onto him with one hand, you reach with your other to twist and pinch at Eddie’s nipple and he curses loudly. His length twitches inside of you when you pull at the sensitive nub and his thrusts start to become erratic as he chases his release. 

“Fucking hell, live wire!” He shouts, and then he stills, back arched off the bed and hips pressed flush to your own as he cums inside of you. The lackadaisical rocking of Volt’s hips speeds up, urged on by watching Eddie in the throes of pleasure. Eddie falls back on the bed a moment later and winces, overstimulated. Volt decides to take pity on him.

“Spark, do us both a favor and get on your hands and knees.” Volt commands.

“What?”

“Go on, be good and do as your told.” He puts one hand to the back of your neck and presses you forward until you’re almost nose-to-nose with Eddie, who smiles tiredly up at you. Feeling almost delirious in this extended state of pleasure, you decide not to argue and lift up until Eddie and Volt both slip out of you. You feel gapingly empty as you rearrange yourself so you’re bent over Eddie on all fours instead of seated on top of him. “Such a good little wire,” Volt purrs.

He digs his nails into your hips and shoves his cock back into you, the movement easy because of your and Eddie’s release overflowing from your cunt. Eddie takes your face in his hands and kisses you sweetly and deeply, but you can barely focus on the kiss when you’re so close to the edge. Volt is fucking you with abandon now, truly ravaging you, and you whimper against Eddie’s lips when Volt gathers a buzzing current in his fingertips and once again applies it directly to your clit. It’s over for you before you can even think to say anything, this third orgasm of the night rocking you harder than the previous ones, blasting your vision white. You’re not even sure if you’re making noise, just that your mouth is now hanging open and your blood is rushing in your ears as Volt continues roughly snapping his hips against yours until finally, finally, he grits out a curse and fills you up to the brim with his release.

When you come back to your senses a moment later, Eddie is still holding your face in his hands and he’s running his thumb along your bottom lip. Volt is no longer standing at the foot of the bed, rather he’s slumped against your back, breathing heavily. “Welcome back to the land of the living, sweetheart.” Eddie croons. He scoots out from under you and closer to the headboard until he can sit up, careful not to jostle your arms where you’re holding yourself—and Volt—up. Then he places one hand on your shoulder and one hand in Volt’s hair. “What do you say we get you two cleaned up, alright?” When you both nod, he returns the gesture. “Okay then, both of you lie down. I’m gonna go get the shower started. I’ll be back in a minute.”

You and Volt both crawl up the bed to lie down more comfortably. Volt stays attached to your back and wraps his arms around your waist once you’re comfortably reclined. You catch Eddie’s hand before he can get up from the edge of the bed. “I…”

Eddie looks back at you with a raised brow. “Yes? You know you gotta use your words, live wire.”

You look down at the mattress, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “Can it be a bath? I don’t think I can stand.”

Eddie and Volt both chuckle. “Feeling thoroughly used, darling?” Volt teases.

You sigh happily and smile. “Yes, actually. Thank you for needing me. I love you both.”

“You know we both love you desperately and we’ll always be here for you,” Volt pauses to kiss your neck sweetly. “And you know, if you’d like to wait for me, I might just need your help again in the bathtub.”

You gasp when the gentle kiss turns into a playful bite. Eddie rolls his eyes and stands up before stretching his arms over his head and walking towards the bathroom. “Well, count me out. You woke me up from a nap that I intend to finish, lightning bug. When I said I was beat, I meant it.”

Even though he can’t see it, you and Volt both frown at his dismissal. “Don’t you worry, spark. Eddie may be beat, but beaten we are not. We’ll get our way one way or another,” Volt whispers.

“I know you’re scheming in there! It’s not gonna work!” Eddie calls from the bathroom. Then much quieter, probably not intended for the two of you to hear, he mutters, “I swear I can’t leave the two of them alone for two seconds without them coming up with plans to make my dick fall off.”

You and Volt immediately break out into vicious laughter that draws Eddie’s attention. When he pops his head back in the doorway to check on you, it only makes your fit of giggles worse, and Eddie just smiles and shakes his head. “What am I gonna do with you two?” He says affectionately.

Volt immediately sobers. “Well, I can think of a lot of—”

“No.”

The pout on Volt’s face at being shut down by Eddie so quickly just makes you laugh even harder.