A Triangle Has Three Sides

The Lethargy hadn’t worked as advertized. Or maybe it just wasn’t built to withstand someone as stubborn as Hatter. But he was compliant, now, and that’s what he’d wanted. No ties, no being held at gunpoint, just Hatter, lying there for March to do as he wanted, beating himself up somewhere in the back of that big brain of his for letting him.



Like he’d still be interested in Hatter if he was the type to just roll over. Like he’d have picked up another cutie who was looking to be just as stubborn if he was looking for an easy victim.



He dumped Hatter on the bed. The Eggmen who’d been getting the room ready for him hadn’t bothered to make it, it seemed, so he knocked the pile of blanket on the floor so he could lay down on it completely flat. Hatter looked up at him, pupils blown with Lust and his own fear. Sweat had plastered his hair to his forehead, and reached out to curl it back up. Hatter flinched. Alice hissed out some more curses.



He wouldn’t mind having less accompaniment, though. “If you don’t shut up, I’m going to make him bleed,” he threatened.



Alice shut up. Contrariwise, Hatter spoke up. “Don’t watch, Alice. Don’t look, please.”

“Okay,” Alice replied quietly, as though that would get around his warning about her speaking. “I’m closing my eyes.”



If March had eyes, he would have rolled them. “And if you keep them closed, I’m going to break his ribs.”



Alice’s eyes flew open. She glared at him for a minute, and then stared determinedly at the table. March laughed. “The pair of you are too cute. You’re so stubborn.”



Alice said nothing. Neither did Hatter. So with a purely inward smile, March began the main event.



Back in the day, forcing Hatter to kiss him- kiss him like he meant it- had been one of his favorite things to make him do. His second favorite had been to go down on him, no Teas, just tied safely up so he couldn’t retaliate. He’d watch Hatter struggle against himself, humiliation and arousal fighting until he finally capitulated. But with the porcelain head, those options were both off the table. He’d also told Alice that if she shut up he wouldn’t make Hatter bleed, which limited his options a bit as well. Normally he wouldn’t bother keeping that up, but she was new at this. You had to give a cutie some sense of control, at first. It made it so much easier to convince them that they’d given themselves up to him voluntarily later on.



He unbuttoned Hatter’s shirt. He could hear the way Hatter's heart thundered, how quick and shallow his breaths were. He heard as Hatter’s stomach heaved, and he swallowed down bile. To his right, Alice’s chains clinked.



He finished undoing Hatter’s shirt and pulls it apart. There was nothing underneath, of course. The Suits know better than to let a prisoner keep his body armor. He stretched the thing out as far as it would go. Hatter was fisting the mattress, March noticed, but he doesn’t seem to have a very good grip. The Lethargy must have been good for something, then. Or maybe that was just the head wound.



Not that it really mattered one way or the other. All that mattered was the way Hatter’s skin burned as March ran his fingers over his chest. It chased away the sickly, slightly green color he’d been sporting, and the heat added a downright pretty flare to the view.



He flicked his thumb over a nipple, and Hatter inhaled sharply. He cocked his head to the side, and did it again, putting some fingernail into it. Hatter swallowed, and bit down on his lip. March pinched at them, until Hatter made a growling noise low in his throat. Then he dragged a hand down Hatter’s chest until he reached his trousers, and began rubbing at his erection.



Hatter moaned wretchedly, and squeezed his eyes closed. “Just- just get it over with.”



“Not in the mood for a tease tonight?” March asked, popping the button on Hatter’s trousers and undoing his fly, pulling them down with his pants past his knees. He collected Hatter’s cock in his hand, smearing precome on his foreskin. Hatter’s hips jerked involuntarily.



“Don’t,” he gasped. “Don’t- stop, please.”



“Don’t worry, I’m not stopping,” March assured him, squeezing gently.



Hatter groaned, tears of humiliation clinging to the corners of his eyes, and went back to biting his lip against the Honesty. March pumped Hatter’s dick, running his fingers around the head and along the veins, until finally, Hatter came with a cry he couldn’t quite stifle.



Not a moment too soon. March’s own erection was getting insistent. He shuffled on the bed awkwardly, until Hatter’s legs were bent at the knee and pushed towards his shoulders. He ran two fingers through Hatter’s come, and pressed one after the other inside him.



Hatter keened in pain, but March could tell he wasn’t doing any real damage. The combination of Lethargy and Lust kept him relaxed, and, unless he was very much mistaken, it definitely hadn’t been six years for him. March scissored his fingers, fumbling with his own trousers. He finally managed to get his erection free, and removed his fingers. He heard Hatter’s heart rate increase, and then he pushed home.



Hatter screamed raggedly, and March gave him a moment to adjust. Hatter mumbled to himself, nonsense about ravens and writing desks and crumbs in the butter, before biting down on his lip again. March took that as his cue to continue.



He pulled out and then snapped his hips forwards. Hatter twitched, but otherwise was still and compliant, his eyes still shut tight. March began thrusting in and out, laughing a little when he saw Hatter’s cock begin to swell again. He angled for Hatter’s prostate, and kept up a good clip, but when his own orgasm hit Hatter still hadn’t come again.



He’d leave him like that, March decided as his cock slipped out of Hatter’s body. He grimaced at it, then pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket, and wiped it clean. Alice could deal with Hatter’s Lust problem, he supposed. Speaking of his new cutie…

He stood, and pulled up his pants and trousers before turning to face her fully. She was dripping with salt and iron, a thin trickle of blood coming from her wrists and tears running down her face.



“Enjoy the show?” he asked.



She glared: if looks could kill, he’d be chocking on his own entrails right now. Oh yeah, breaking her was going to be fun. For now though, he was going to let her get all invested in keeping Hatter from falling apart. And let Hatter cement himself around keeping her in one piece.



He patted down his pockets as he strolled towards the door, finally finding the control he was looking for. He made sure the servant’s entrance was locked, that the hot water was on, and then released the locks of Alice’s chains. She stumbled forwards, just barely managing to catch herself before she fell to the ground.



“He’s all yours,” March told her, and wished he could leer at her. “Have fun.”



The he left, making sure to lock the door behind him. He had to see an Eggman about a new head, anyway.