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snoggedTitle: Consequences of Experimentation
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Barney/Lily/Marshall
Word Count: 3166
Rating: NC-17/FRAO (probably higher); for explicit sex (though again, PORN is a better word) between two males and a female, male/female oral sex, anal sex, first times, adult language, sexual slurs, orgasm denial, angst, nipple clamps, riding crops, spanking, mentions of fisting, and themes of BDSM.
Spoilers: Takes place during Season 4 (when Marshall is working for GNB) after the events of It's Not Cheating, It's Experimenting . I highly recommend you read that first.
Summary: Barney and Lily face the consequences of their actions.
Beta: The impeccable![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rockstarpeach. Also, many thanks for idioticonion for agreeing to read the initial draft.
Dedicated with love torockstarpeach, idioticonion, jerseystrife, and darlingchaos. Thanks for being my motivators.
When Barney walked into MacLaren's Pub that night, he should have known that a "big fight" had occurred. All of the signs were there: Ted and Robin were missing. Lily had her highball glass in a stranglehold and there were shredded bits of napkin beside her. And Marshall was shoving an onion ring into his mouth, his cheeks flushed red and his hair and shirt rumpled (from a recent attempt at a Hail Mary pass.)
Instead he plopped down onto the red leather bench seat and flashed a grin at his favorite couple, ignoring the tension and hostility in Marshall's darkened eyes. He waved his fingers at Wendy the waitress, telepathically communicating his need to drink single malt scotch.
"Hey Marshall, good to see GNB releasing you from the manacles of corporate slavery." Barney replied, fingering the lapel of his suit coat and winking at Lily. He still couldn't believe that just two days ago, she had been in his bed, getting spanked and fucked little a dirty tease and now she was sitting next to Marshall, somehow trying to play the part that it had never happened.
Marshall sunk his teeth into his bottom lip and he picked up another onion ring. "You slept with my wife," he muttered, low enough so only Barney and Lily could hear. "How can you even sit there and still look me in the eye, Barney?"
"Excuse me?" Barney choked, forcing out a chuckle and a golden boy grin that had gotten him out of a few nasty situations before. "That's a ridiculous accusation, bro. I would never in a million years—"
Marshall shifted and the veins in his neck pulsed with anger. Barney could tell he was thinking about doling out Slap #4 and Barney couldn't deny that he probably deserved it. Lily flinched from the pulsating aura of anger wrapped around her husband, and she reached for the napkin in front of Barney, easily tearing it apart with her fingers.
Barney gritted his teeth and grabbed his scotch off of Wendy's tray before she could set it down in front of him. The strong amber liquid hit the back of his throat but it didn't drown out the acrid, sour taste of his nervous dread. Had Lily told? Had Marshall blackmailed his landlord into getting the security footage of the act? Had Marshall secretly watched their torrid love affair unfold from the balcony window?
"Ridiculous accusation, huh?" Marshall asked, flaring his nostrils and flexing his fingers as if he was getting ready to punch Barney's lights out. "My cheating wife doesn't think so, do you?" He turned in the seat and shot a death glare at Lily.
Lily gulped and shrugged her shoulders. The movement looked like she was trying to suck her head into her shoulders like a turtle does and Barney didn't feel any sense of relief when she mouthed the words 'Sorry, Barney.'
Barney inhaled sharply; it looked like this was a shot he had to make from center court all by himself. "Fine, Marshall. I had sex with your wife. And you know, I don't feel bad about it. I totally get why you keep her around, those little noises she makes, the way her breasts jiggle…"
"Shut the fuck up, Barney," Marshall hissed. "I know exactly how everything jiggles but the point is; I'm supposed to be the only one. You went behind my back, man."
"Dude, you were the one who left your guaranteed lay for the next 6 billion years alone in a bar to play Wii Ski with Ted. By my count and Lily's consummating desire, you left an incredibly intense nympho high and dry for four weeks and one day. That can lead to serious mental dysfunction and its wrong of you to do that to Lily."
Marshall exhaled, sounding like helium leaving a balloon. He couldn't deny that Barney had a point. It was a bad one. But it was a point. He hadn't been the greatest husband but that wasn't an excuse for infidelity.
"I swear I'll never do it again, Marshmallow" Lily pleaded, trying to move in for a kiss of forgiveness but finding the back of Marshall's hand instead.
"Actually, Lily…"
Marshall paused, the wheels in his head spinning rapidly and his eyes were looking crazier for every moment he kept talking. Why hadn't he thought of this before? Barney wasn't the only one in the group who knew how to cook up schemes. He glanced at Barney and Barney's facial expression twisted into confusion. "I think you will be doing it again. In fact, I imagine you'll be back on Barney's bed screaming his name in less than an hour."
"No, Marshall! I promise I won't," Lily protested.
"Oh yes, you will," Marshall replied, a husky edge taking over his tone. "You'll buck and hump and moan and squeal as he paints your ass red with that nasty little crop you like so much.
Barney's jaw dropped as he listened to Marshall. Was this some fucked up version of The Exorcist? Was Marshall's head going to start spinning 360 degrees? Or was it just Marshall tapping into some pent-up part of his being that made him raw and human?
"As for you, Barney…you're going to get fucked hard and raw and without mercy. I figure since you do so well at giving commands in the bedroom; that you probably never get to feel what it's like to be the little whore on the other end.
Barney's breath hitched and his cock hardened, threatening to burst a hole through his pants. Was Marshall saying what he thought he was saying? And why the hell was it really turning him on this much?
"And I know you've seen my dick, bro. I'm hung like a horse."
***
From the perspective of their scruffy cabbie, George, the ride back to Barney's apartment was pretty standard fare. He saw three friends crammed onto the ratty, plastic seat, booze on their breath, and giggling whispers on their lips.
But if you were one of the three, the view was a lot different. Barney's fingers skated across the pale expanse of Lily's thigh, getting dangerously close to the heated apex of her raw sex. He knew that by doing so he was sealing his contract, acquiescing to whatever method of torture Marshall had planned for the evening. If he was going to give up his anal cherry, he was going to go out in a flame of awesome. That's just how he lived.
Lily whimpered as Barney's fingers brushed across her delicate outer folds and Marshall captured her mouth in a demanding, possessive kiss. Barney could tell that this was Marshall's way of taking the reigns, taking control. Marshall wanted Lily to remember exactly who she belonged to.
Barney allowed his index finger to slip inside her and was amazed by the way her muscles immediately clenched around him. His finger arched forward, brushing against her g-spot, and he chuckled softly at her audible moans. Their cabbie was certainly getting his money's worth tonight.
As he moved the digit in and out of her of her churning wetness, he wondered how many fingers he could get inside of her. He figured at least three, maybe four. He hoped she could take his whole fist. Only one other chick on his list had let him do that and it was an experience he wouldn't soon forget. That whore's ravenous, greedy cunt was among his favorite memories and he imagined Lily in the same position, bucking and squealing, and moaning and writhing under his ministrations.
Fuck. This was not the place to be thinking of these things. He pulled out his finger and popped it into his mouth, rolling his tongue around her juices and watching the pout form on Lily's face from being denied an orgasm. He couldn't deny that he was also thrilled at the chance to see the way Lily looked at him when he took her for the second time. There was always something astonishing about the way a woman looked at you during sex that was the moment when you knew that they had found God.
The cab came to a screeching halt and Barney scrambled to escape from its musty interior. He pulled out his wallet and threw a $40 at George with a wink and a smirk.
Lily and Marshall followed suit, lust clouding their eyes and their minds. The application for a (potential) sixteen hour sex visa had been stamped and approved.
***
It didn't take long for Lily's clothes to be discarded. In fact, the second the apartment door closed, Marshall and Barney were quick to tackle the garments, decorating the sofa and the house plants with her frilly skirt, suede vest, lacy bra, and satin panties. Marshall marveled at their handiwork and Barney's jaw dropped a little as well. She looked like a damn goddess with those perky tits and shaven pussy.
"Excuse me a moment," Barney replied, hurrying into the bedroom. The married couple barely had time to blink before Barney emerged holding a set of silver alligator clips.
He closed the distance between him and Lily, pinching a plum-colored nipple between his fingers and rolling it to hardness. He did the same to the other one before snapping the clamps into place, tightening them enough to keep them on but not enough to torture her. The clamps were connected by a thin chain and upped Lily's hotness quotient by a billion. Lily gasped as a jolt of pain rolled through her. But then the sharpness dulled and was replaced by a pleasant stream of pleasure from Barney's fingers on her clit.
"Holy crap, that's hot," Marshall breathed, his cock hardening in his pants. His fingers diligently undid the button and zipper, the metal clicking of the teeth barely audible as Lily's moans filled the room.
Marshall's dick fell into his hands and he stroked it, brushing his fingers across the bulging veins and engorged head. He grunted as he watched Barney drop to his knees and flick his tongue across Lily's clit like a snake seeking out its next meal. It didn't escape him that he had the power to ask Barney to crawl across the floor and suck him off like greedy whore but he opted against it. This wasn't about sexual preference and he didn't want to disgrace his dick by letting that filthy tongue touch him. Besides, there were other ways to show his power and control, other ways to remind Barney what the consequences were for convincing Lily to cheat.
Lily's fingers tangled in Barney's hair and her hips strained forward to give him better access. There was no way she was letting him off the ground without a fucking climax. She would suck him inside of her if she had too.
"Barney," Marshall hissed, a menacing tone creeping into his usually pleasant manner. "I believe this matter would be best sorted in the bedroom."
Lily's eyes widened and her grip on Barney's head loosened as she realized that her husband, the big player in the room, was calling the shots and changing the dynamic. "But, baby…"
"No buts, Lily. Well, except Barney's…" Marshall chuckled, proud to have a twelve year old boy's sense of humor.
Lily whimpered as she felt Barney pull away. That was the second time she had been denied tonight and it finally occurred to her that this was a part of her punishment. Just because she was getting fucked by the same man who had manipulated his way into her married pants, didn't mean she got to leave satisfied.
Barney shot Lily a sympathetic look as he undid his trousers and pulled off his suit coat, laying it over the back of the black leather couch.
Marshall nodded his head in approval, smacking his lips together at the sight of Barney's erection. No wonder the man oozed so much hotness whenever he walked into the bars of New York. He had something that would make any man walk a little taller.
"Lily, get on all fours in the middle of the bed," Barney commanded, feeling his throat constrict at the thought of what was going to happen next. Before the sex part started, Barney wanted to show Marshall exactly what turned Lily into a squealing, whimpering sex bitch and he hoped that by doing so, Marshall would see it as a peace offering.
Barney scooted the toy box out of his closet, letting Marshall get a good look at all the fun toys he had collected over the years before pulling out the riding crop. Lily looked perfect for the part, her head buried into the pillows and her ass high in the air. She even wiggled it a few times, just to tempt him.
SMACK!
The crop made contact with her ass, fast and hard, and a tiny, red welt formed on her sensitive flesh. Lily's screams of delight were muffled by the pillows but they still made Marshall cringe.
"Stop it. You're hurting her," Marshall protested. He would never hit his wife like that. Not even if she was a cheating hussy.
Barney pivoted, placed his free hand on his hip. "No, I'm not. At least, not in the way you see. This is what Lily craves, Marshall. This is why she jumped into my bed. Because I could give her the white hot pain that sends her into a dizzy spin of pleasure."
Barney smacked the crop against Lily's thigh and Lily bucked her hips in response. The crop slid between her thighs and he rubbed the leather against her throbbing clit before pulling it out and holding the glistening instrument up to Marshall's nose. Marshall's tongue darted passed his lips and he licked it, tasting his wife's wetness and moisture.
"Fuck her," Marshall grunted, feeling even more eager to get his hungry cock into Barney's tight hole. "Make her scream."
Barney nodded and grabbed a condom, easily opening the package with his teeth. He rolled Lily onto her back and flashed her a wide grin as he lined up with her waiting hole. Lily glanced up at him through hooded eyes and moaned as he sheathed himself within her. Her cunt instantly recognized him as a returning guest, no longer an intruder, and Barney felt like he was lost within her, saturated in her. Her heat radiated against him and he barely noticed the sounds of squirting lube or the rip of a condom in the background.
SMACK!
Barney flinched, arching his back as a sharp bolt of pain sped through him. "What the fuck?"
He craned his neck and saw Marshall standing behind him, riding crop in hand and a malicious grin twisting his face. Their eyes locked for a minute, violating the sanctity of the Bro Code and the rules therein.
Without hesitation, Marshall rained the power of the crop onto Barney's ass, changing the rhythm he had been trying to build up. Red welts sparkled across the skin like a Jackson Pollack painting and Marshall wondered if he could get it framed. He'd love to hang this up piece of art in the bar just like Barney had hung the naked picture of him in the bar years earlier.
Lily groaned, feeling the wrath of her husband through the blows that Barney was receiving. "Marshall!"
"Don't worry, baby. I know how you like it," Marshall whispered. "This is going to be so good for you."
Barney inhaled sharply as the feel of the crop was replaced by the feel of something thick dragging across his ass cheeks and prodding against his back door. He could feel Marshall's hands caressing his thighs, stroking the smooth, flawless muscles that were already burning from exertion.
"Marshall." The name sounded like a sin on his lips, an open and inviting sin.
Marshall settled his hand on Barney's hip and pushed himself inside, taking it fairly slow considering he had only been down this road once before…and it had been a long night that involved getting really stoned with Ted.
"Barney boy's a slut for my dick," Marshall smirked. He couldn't deny how fucking good it felt, how fucking tight he was. He saw his wife, writhing beneath Barney, knowing she could feel the weight of it against her pelvis, knowing that it turned her on, knowing she was hurtling towards the point of no return. The chains between her breasts glittered and it made him thrust harder into Barney. Barney was going to know the full extent of Marshall's testosterone when this was over. There was no way he'd be getting called a whiny girl anytime soon.
Barney gritted his teeth and grunted, pushing back against Marshall, once again losing the rhythm he had with Lily. Fuck, this hurt. It stung like a mother fucker. It made him feel all the things he usually hated like vulnerability and being left wide open for a punch. But at the same time, it felt so damn good, so damn hot. There was something so raw about being pressed between a male body and a female body; it was hard and soft, needy and greedy.
"Fuck yeah!" Barney moaned, feeling his balls tighten and draw up. They were nearly ready to nestle right into his body and from the sound of Lily's pants and Marshall's breathy sighs, the tricycle was about to topple into the ultimate state of bliss.
Their orgasms hit them simultaneously, their bodies rocked and moved against each other, three pelvises molded in perfect harmony before they collapsed in a heap on Barney's queen-sized mattress.
Marshall and Barney moved to either side, squeezing Lily between them. Marshall's fingers twisted into her hair and Barney's fingers languidly crossed over the curved planes of her side, waist, and hips.
"Baby, will you ever forgive me?" Lily murmured, sadness creeping into her voice as the weight of what this all might mean suddenly hit her.
"You're already forgiven, Lilypad," Marshall replied softly, kissing her forehead. He shifted his head so that his lips were centimeters from Barney's. Barney froze, letting his hand stop on the curve of Lily's ass. This was probably the part where Marshall would find some way to kick him in the nards or smack him across the face.
"I forgive you too, dude," Marshall replied, pressing his lips to Barney's in an awfully gentle kiss. It seemed that hot, heavy three-way action was the cure for Marshall's pain.
Barney sighed heavily, feeling the walls of guilt that had been built around his heart crumble a little. He closed his eyes and let the kiss wash over him. It was probably more than he deserved. But then again, what other lucky bastard could find himself in the same situation? It wasn't like he really suffered for his crimes. It really just proved once again, that Barney Stinson was certifiably awesome and who could argue with that?
FIN
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Barney/Lily/Marshall
Word Count: 3166
Rating: NC-17/FRAO (probably higher); for explicit sex (though again, PORN is a better word) between two males and a female, male/female oral sex, anal sex, first times, adult language, sexual slurs, orgasm denial, angst, nipple clamps, riding crops, spanking, mentions of fisting, and themes of BDSM.
Spoilers: Takes place during Season 4 (when Marshall is working for GNB) after the events of It's Not Cheating, It's Experimenting . I highly recommend you read that first.
Summary: Barney and Lily face the consequences of their actions.
Beta: The impeccable
rockstarpeach. Also, many thanks for idioticonion for agreeing to read the initial draft.Dedicated with love to
rockstarpeach, idioticonion, jerseystrife, and darlingchaos. Thanks for being my motivators.When Barney walked into MacLaren's Pub that night, he should have known that a "big fight" had occurred. All of the signs were there: Ted and Robin were missing. Lily had her highball glass in a stranglehold and there were shredded bits of napkin beside her. And Marshall was shoving an onion ring into his mouth, his cheeks flushed red and his hair and shirt rumpled (from a recent attempt at a Hail Mary pass.)
Instead he plopped down onto the red leather bench seat and flashed a grin at his favorite couple, ignoring the tension and hostility in Marshall's darkened eyes. He waved his fingers at Wendy the waitress, telepathically communicating his need to drink single malt scotch.
"Hey Marshall, good to see GNB releasing you from the manacles of corporate slavery." Barney replied, fingering the lapel of his suit coat and winking at Lily. He still couldn't believe that just two days ago, she had been in his bed, getting spanked and fucked little a dirty tease and now she was sitting next to Marshall, somehow trying to play the part that it had never happened.
Marshall sunk his teeth into his bottom lip and he picked up another onion ring. "You slept with my wife," he muttered, low enough so only Barney and Lily could hear. "How can you even sit there and still look me in the eye, Barney?"
"Excuse me?" Barney choked, forcing out a chuckle and a golden boy grin that had gotten him out of a few nasty situations before. "That's a ridiculous accusation, bro. I would never in a million years—"
Marshall shifted and the veins in his neck pulsed with anger. Barney could tell he was thinking about doling out Slap #4 and Barney couldn't deny that he probably deserved it. Lily flinched from the pulsating aura of anger wrapped around her husband, and she reached for the napkin in front of Barney, easily tearing it apart with her fingers.
Barney gritted his teeth and grabbed his scotch off of Wendy's tray before she could set it down in front of him. The strong amber liquid hit the back of his throat but it didn't drown out the acrid, sour taste of his nervous dread. Had Lily told? Had Marshall blackmailed his landlord into getting the security footage of the act? Had Marshall secretly watched their torrid love affair unfold from the balcony window?
"Ridiculous accusation, huh?" Marshall asked, flaring his nostrils and flexing his fingers as if he was getting ready to punch Barney's lights out. "My cheating wife doesn't think so, do you?" He turned in the seat and shot a death glare at Lily.
Lily gulped and shrugged her shoulders. The movement looked like she was trying to suck her head into her shoulders like a turtle does and Barney didn't feel any sense of relief when she mouthed the words 'Sorry, Barney.'
Barney inhaled sharply; it looked like this was a shot he had to make from center court all by himself. "Fine, Marshall. I had sex with your wife. And you know, I don't feel bad about it. I totally get why you keep her around, those little noises she makes, the way her breasts jiggle…"
"Shut the fuck up, Barney," Marshall hissed. "I know exactly how everything jiggles but the point is; I'm supposed to be the only one. You went behind my back, man."
"Dude, you were the one who left your guaranteed lay for the next 6 billion years alone in a bar to play Wii Ski with Ted. By my count and Lily's consummating desire, you left an incredibly intense nympho high and dry for four weeks and one day. That can lead to serious mental dysfunction and its wrong of you to do that to Lily."
Marshall exhaled, sounding like helium leaving a balloon. He couldn't deny that Barney had a point. It was a bad one. But it was a point. He hadn't been the greatest husband but that wasn't an excuse for infidelity.
"I swear I'll never do it again, Marshmallow" Lily pleaded, trying to move in for a kiss of forgiveness but finding the back of Marshall's hand instead.
"Actually, Lily…"
Marshall paused, the wheels in his head spinning rapidly and his eyes were looking crazier for every moment he kept talking. Why hadn't he thought of this before? Barney wasn't the only one in the group who knew how to cook up schemes. He glanced at Barney and Barney's facial expression twisted into confusion. "I think you will be doing it again. In fact, I imagine you'll be back on Barney's bed screaming his name in less than an hour."
"No, Marshall! I promise I won't," Lily protested.
"Oh yes, you will," Marshall replied, a husky edge taking over his tone. "You'll buck and hump and moan and squeal as he paints your ass red with that nasty little crop you like so much.
Barney's jaw dropped as he listened to Marshall. Was this some fucked up version of The Exorcist? Was Marshall's head going to start spinning 360 degrees? Or was it just Marshall tapping into some pent-up part of his being that made him raw and human?
"As for you, Barney…you're going to get fucked hard and raw and without mercy. I figure since you do so well at giving commands in the bedroom; that you probably never get to feel what it's like to be the little whore on the other end.
Barney's breath hitched and his cock hardened, threatening to burst a hole through his pants. Was Marshall saying what he thought he was saying? And why the hell was it really turning him on this much?
"And I know you've seen my dick, bro. I'm hung like a horse."
***
From the perspective of their scruffy cabbie, George, the ride back to Barney's apartment was pretty standard fare. He saw three friends crammed onto the ratty, plastic seat, booze on their breath, and giggling whispers on their lips.
But if you were one of the three, the view was a lot different. Barney's fingers skated across the pale expanse of Lily's thigh, getting dangerously close to the heated apex of her raw sex. He knew that by doing so he was sealing his contract, acquiescing to whatever method of torture Marshall had planned for the evening. If he was going to give up his anal cherry, he was going to go out in a flame of awesome. That's just how he lived.
Lily whimpered as Barney's fingers brushed across her delicate outer folds and Marshall captured her mouth in a demanding, possessive kiss. Barney could tell that this was Marshall's way of taking the reigns, taking control. Marshall wanted Lily to remember exactly who she belonged to.
Barney allowed his index finger to slip inside her and was amazed by the way her muscles immediately clenched around him. His finger arched forward, brushing against her g-spot, and he chuckled softly at her audible moans. Their cabbie was certainly getting his money's worth tonight.
As he moved the digit in and out of her of her churning wetness, he wondered how many fingers he could get inside of her. He figured at least three, maybe four. He hoped she could take his whole fist. Only one other chick on his list had let him do that and it was an experience he wouldn't soon forget. That whore's ravenous, greedy cunt was among his favorite memories and he imagined Lily in the same position, bucking and squealing, and moaning and writhing under his ministrations.
Fuck. This was not the place to be thinking of these things. He pulled out his finger and popped it into his mouth, rolling his tongue around her juices and watching the pout form on Lily's face from being denied an orgasm. He couldn't deny that he was also thrilled at the chance to see the way Lily looked at him when he took her for the second time. There was always something astonishing about the way a woman looked at you during sex that was the moment when you knew that they had found God.
The cab came to a screeching halt and Barney scrambled to escape from its musty interior. He pulled out his wallet and threw a $40 at George with a wink and a smirk.
Lily and Marshall followed suit, lust clouding their eyes and their minds. The application for a (potential) sixteen hour sex visa had been stamped and approved.
***
It didn't take long for Lily's clothes to be discarded. In fact, the second the apartment door closed, Marshall and Barney were quick to tackle the garments, decorating the sofa and the house plants with her frilly skirt, suede vest, lacy bra, and satin panties. Marshall marveled at their handiwork and Barney's jaw dropped a little as well. She looked like a damn goddess with those perky tits and shaven pussy.
"Excuse me a moment," Barney replied, hurrying into the bedroom. The married couple barely had time to blink before Barney emerged holding a set of silver alligator clips.
He closed the distance between him and Lily, pinching a plum-colored nipple between his fingers and rolling it to hardness. He did the same to the other one before snapping the clamps into place, tightening them enough to keep them on but not enough to torture her. The clamps were connected by a thin chain and upped Lily's hotness quotient by a billion. Lily gasped as a jolt of pain rolled through her. But then the sharpness dulled and was replaced by a pleasant stream of pleasure from Barney's fingers on her clit.
"Holy crap, that's hot," Marshall breathed, his cock hardening in his pants. His fingers diligently undid the button and zipper, the metal clicking of the teeth barely audible as Lily's moans filled the room.
Marshall's dick fell into his hands and he stroked it, brushing his fingers across the bulging veins and engorged head. He grunted as he watched Barney drop to his knees and flick his tongue across Lily's clit like a snake seeking out its next meal. It didn't escape him that he had the power to ask Barney to crawl across the floor and suck him off like greedy whore but he opted against it. This wasn't about sexual preference and he didn't want to disgrace his dick by letting that filthy tongue touch him. Besides, there were other ways to show his power and control, other ways to remind Barney what the consequences were for convincing Lily to cheat.
Lily's fingers tangled in Barney's hair and her hips strained forward to give him better access. There was no way she was letting him off the ground without a fucking climax. She would suck him inside of her if she had too.
"Barney," Marshall hissed, a menacing tone creeping into his usually pleasant manner. "I believe this matter would be best sorted in the bedroom."
Lily's eyes widened and her grip on Barney's head loosened as she realized that her husband, the big player in the room, was calling the shots and changing the dynamic. "But, baby…"
"No buts, Lily. Well, except Barney's…" Marshall chuckled, proud to have a twelve year old boy's sense of humor.
Lily whimpered as she felt Barney pull away. That was the second time she had been denied tonight and it finally occurred to her that this was a part of her punishment. Just because she was getting fucked by the same man who had manipulated his way into her married pants, didn't mean she got to leave satisfied.
Barney shot Lily a sympathetic look as he undid his trousers and pulled off his suit coat, laying it over the back of the black leather couch.
Marshall nodded his head in approval, smacking his lips together at the sight of Barney's erection. No wonder the man oozed so much hotness whenever he walked into the bars of New York. He had something that would make any man walk a little taller.
"Lily, get on all fours in the middle of the bed," Barney commanded, feeling his throat constrict at the thought of what was going to happen next. Before the sex part started, Barney wanted to show Marshall exactly what turned Lily into a squealing, whimpering sex bitch and he hoped that by doing so, Marshall would see it as a peace offering.
Barney scooted the toy box out of his closet, letting Marshall get a good look at all the fun toys he had collected over the years before pulling out the riding crop. Lily looked perfect for the part, her head buried into the pillows and her ass high in the air. She even wiggled it a few times, just to tempt him.
SMACK!
The crop made contact with her ass, fast and hard, and a tiny, red welt formed on her sensitive flesh. Lily's screams of delight were muffled by the pillows but they still made Marshall cringe.
"Stop it. You're hurting her," Marshall protested. He would never hit his wife like that. Not even if she was a cheating hussy.
Barney pivoted, placed his free hand on his hip. "No, I'm not. At least, not in the way you see. This is what Lily craves, Marshall. This is why she jumped into my bed. Because I could give her the white hot pain that sends her into a dizzy spin of pleasure."
Barney smacked the crop against Lily's thigh and Lily bucked her hips in response. The crop slid between her thighs and he rubbed the leather against her throbbing clit before pulling it out and holding the glistening instrument up to Marshall's nose. Marshall's tongue darted passed his lips and he licked it, tasting his wife's wetness and moisture.
"Fuck her," Marshall grunted, feeling even more eager to get his hungry cock into Barney's tight hole. "Make her scream."
Barney nodded and grabbed a condom, easily opening the package with his teeth. He rolled Lily onto her back and flashed her a wide grin as he lined up with her waiting hole. Lily glanced up at him through hooded eyes and moaned as he sheathed himself within her. Her cunt instantly recognized him as a returning guest, no longer an intruder, and Barney felt like he was lost within her, saturated in her. Her heat radiated against him and he barely noticed the sounds of squirting lube or the rip of a condom in the background.
SMACK!
Barney flinched, arching his back as a sharp bolt of pain sped through him. "What the fuck?"
He craned his neck and saw Marshall standing behind him, riding crop in hand and a malicious grin twisting his face. Their eyes locked for a minute, violating the sanctity of the Bro Code and the rules therein.
Without hesitation, Marshall rained the power of the crop onto Barney's ass, changing the rhythm he had been trying to build up. Red welts sparkled across the skin like a Jackson Pollack painting and Marshall wondered if he could get it framed. He'd love to hang this up piece of art in the bar just like Barney had hung the naked picture of him in the bar years earlier.
Lily groaned, feeling the wrath of her husband through the blows that Barney was receiving. "Marshall!"
"Don't worry, baby. I know how you like it," Marshall whispered. "This is going to be so good for you."
Barney inhaled sharply as the feel of the crop was replaced by the feel of something thick dragging across his ass cheeks and prodding against his back door. He could feel Marshall's hands caressing his thighs, stroking the smooth, flawless muscles that were already burning from exertion.
"Marshall." The name sounded like a sin on his lips, an open and inviting sin.
Marshall settled his hand on Barney's hip and pushed himself inside, taking it fairly slow considering he had only been down this road once before…and it had been a long night that involved getting really stoned with Ted.
"Barney boy's a slut for my dick," Marshall smirked. He couldn't deny how fucking good it felt, how fucking tight he was. He saw his wife, writhing beneath Barney, knowing she could feel the weight of it against her pelvis, knowing that it turned her on, knowing she was hurtling towards the point of no return. The chains between her breasts glittered and it made him thrust harder into Barney. Barney was going to know the full extent of Marshall's testosterone when this was over. There was no way he'd be getting called a whiny girl anytime soon.
Barney gritted his teeth and grunted, pushing back against Marshall, once again losing the rhythm he had with Lily. Fuck, this hurt. It stung like a mother fucker. It made him feel all the things he usually hated like vulnerability and being left wide open for a punch. But at the same time, it felt so damn good, so damn hot. There was something so raw about being pressed between a male body and a female body; it was hard and soft, needy and greedy.
"Fuck yeah!" Barney moaned, feeling his balls tighten and draw up. They were nearly ready to nestle right into his body and from the sound of Lily's pants and Marshall's breathy sighs, the tricycle was about to topple into the ultimate state of bliss.
Their orgasms hit them simultaneously, their bodies rocked and moved against each other, three pelvises molded in perfect harmony before they collapsed in a heap on Barney's queen-sized mattress.
Marshall and Barney moved to either side, squeezing Lily between them. Marshall's fingers twisted into her hair and Barney's fingers languidly crossed over the curved planes of her side, waist, and hips.
"Baby, will you ever forgive me?" Lily murmured, sadness creeping into her voice as the weight of what this all might mean suddenly hit her.
"You're already forgiven, Lilypad," Marshall replied softly, kissing her forehead. He shifted his head so that his lips were centimeters from Barney's. Barney froze, letting his hand stop on the curve of Lily's ass. This was probably the part where Marshall would find some way to kick him in the nards or smack him across the face.
"I forgive you too, dude," Marshall replied, pressing his lips to Barney's in an awfully gentle kiss. It seemed that hot, heavy three-way action was the cure for Marshall's pain.
Barney sighed heavily, feeling the walls of guilt that had been built around his heart crumble a little. He closed his eyes and let the kiss wash over him. It was probably more than he deserved. But then again, what other lucky bastard could find himself in the same situation? It wasn't like he really suffered for his crimes. It really just proved once again, that Barney Stinson was certifiably awesome and who could argue with that?
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on 2009-02-04 01:14 am (UTC)I really like how you incorporate how Marshall is so fiercely loyal to Lily and still can be lenient on her for what she did.
I love how Barney is so sub to Marshall.. you may have converted me to a new slash pairing that I have never considered. It's all your fault. Although, I have always liked the idea of Barney/Lily/Marshall threesomes.
I'm so glad you did this. <3 The fandom needs more Barney/Lily/Marshall love.
I really, really enjoyed the entire fanfic. I really can't pick a favorite scene out of this. I think this and the Barney/Surprise!pairing are my favorites. <3
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on 2009-02-04 03:16 pm (UTC)And I agree that there needs to more BLM fic :)
And I'm thrilled you like this one so much. It's a favorite of mine too.