“I only need an hour,” Chloe scowled fiercely at Jack.  “Just an hour.

Annoyed, Jack snapped, “Chloe, in an hour people are going to be dead.”

Rolling her eyes, Chloe replied just as waspishly, “I know, Jack.  But think about all the times you’ve been framed.  I never, ever doubted your innocence.  I always gave you the benefit of the doubt.  And I’m not even asking for that, Jack.  Just one hour, and if I don’t find anything, you do it your way.”

“Chloe, this isn’t like he’s being framed for grand larceny.  There’s…”

Chloe interrupted, her voice rising steadily in volume, “Lives at stake.  I know, Jack.  But what if he’s been framed?  Then we blew an hour torturing him when we could have been hunting down the bad guy.”

Decision already made, Jack shook his head.  “No, Chloe.  I’m doing this.”  Seeing her tense face he sighed and reached out, “I’m sorry.”  She flinched away as if she’d been burnt.  He froze.  Never in all the time they’d been together, even before their relationship, had she ever shied from him.  Her eyes were looking through the open door of the interrogation room at the man sitting handcuffed to the table.

Praying silently, Chase did his best to reassure Chloe with a weak grin.  ‘Let it go,’ he chanted mentally.  ‘Let it go before you get dragged down too.’  His green eyes looked directly into her brown ones.  ‘Please, Chloe. Let it go.’

“Please, Jack,” Chloe whispered, her gaze never straying from Chase’s.  “Please.  I’m begging you not to do this.  All I want is an hour.”

She and his ex-partner were staring at each other like they’d stop breathing if their bond was severed.  All the jealousy Jack had repressed about Chase’s relationship with Chloe came back with the force of an angry tidal wave.  Ignoring her pleas, he stalked past her into the room and slammed the door shut behind him.  Chase flinched and eyed Jack warily.

Gorge rose in Chloe’s throat as the door clanged shut, cutting her off from any hope of protecting Chase.  How could Jack do this to her?  To them?  After all she’d given to him, all the times she’d protected him, and he hadn’t even given her an hour.  Feeling numb, she moved down the hall, ignoring Mr. Buchanan asking if she was okay.

“I didn’t do it,” Chase told his former partner earnestly.  “I swear Jack it wasn’t me.”  The older man remained silent, just watching with cold eyes.  Sighing deeply, the former agent resigned himself to this.  “Just try to keep the marks some place I can hide them from Angela.”

Chloe’s fingers flew over her keyboard.  At the corner the screen, her own private little nightmare was playing out in Technicolor.  Each punch, twist, burn, cut, and kick was like another bucket of ice water over her heart.

Jack knew Chase wouldn’t break under medical interrogation, not even with Richards at the helm.  It had to be personal, painfully intimate.  What better way to do that than have your ex-partner torture you using the crudest methods?  And Jack’s anger.  She shuddered.  When had the man she loved come to hate her best friend?  Chase gave a soft cry of pain; she heard it through her ear piece.  Exploiting the show of weakness, Jack shoved his boot heel harder in Chase’s bad wrist.  She gritted her teeth to keep from screaming and tried to focus on the ‘incriminating’ message.

There it was.  So blatantly obvious she’d needed a little less than a half-hour.  Calling out, she sent a copy of her findings to everyone who’d need or want one and ran to the interrogation rooms.  Protocols be damned she threw open the door and yelled, “Stop, Jack!  He’s innocent.  I have proof.”  It didn’t stop the knife from finishing the long cut down Chase’s side.  A sharp cry echoed through the room as Chloe threw herself over Chase, shielding him with her own body.

Urgently, Chase barked, “Chloe don’t!”  But Jack had already stopped any more motions aimed at violence.

“Are you sure,” the agent asked emotionlessly.

“Yes,” Chloe swore.  “Yes.  God, I did.  Please just stop.”  She squeezed her eyes shut and clung to her battered friend.  Muffled in her breasts, Chase begged her not to endanger herself over him.  Standing firm she waited, but nothing happened.  Cautiously opening one eye, she saw Mr. Buchanan talking to Jack.  Thank God, it was over.

Chloe refused to let Chase be treated at the CTU.  She had plenty of experience with injuries like his and could handle it herself.  With her assistance he made it first out to her car, and then back into her bedroom.  Lowering him to the bed, she helped him lay down by using his shirt as a sort of sling.  With a grunt of effort she lifted the long legs onto the bed as well.

Brushing a hand over his hair she asked, “Okay?”  He grunted an agreement.  “I’m just going to get some stuff to clean you up.  It’s just burns and cuts and stuff, right?”

His throat cleared painfully.  “Yeah,” he rasped.

She patted his good hand.  “I’ll get you some water and aspirin too.”  A crooked grin answered her offer.  Walking into the bathroom, she dug around to find everything she’d need to clean him up: peroxide and Neosporin for the cuts, dry gauze for the burns, one-use ice packs for the bruises, and a damp washcloth for cleaning off the sweat.  Balancing her armload of materials she dumped the first load on the nightstand and went back for more.

The cool rim of a glass pressed against Chase’s lips.  Swallowing slowly he drank the dissolved aspirin.  Chloe wiped a cool cloth over his face and neck.  There was a soft tug as she pulled his shirt up, hissing in sympathy at the long cuts down his side.  The soft rasp of a towel against the skin over his ribs was followed by the cool, tingling sensation of peroxide being poured over the open wounds.  It wasn’t painful, just different.

Under Chloe’s caring touch, Chase drifted off into sleep.  She took advantage of his lack of awareness to trace each injury she could find with a tender caress of her fingertip.  Each mark she found felt like it imprinted itself on heart.  How could Jack do this to him, to her?  Every cut, bruise, abraded patch of the pale white skin might as well come from her own hand.  She’d known that Jack was jealous of Chase.  But never in her dreams or nightmares had she even considered the man she loved might raise a hand against her other half because of it.

How wrong she had been.  Leaning forward, she placed a soft kiss on the forehead creased with lines of pain.  It was then she made her choice.  “Don’t worry, Chase,” she whispered into his ear.  “I’m going to take care of you.  Us against the world, just like we promised each other.”

Jack slunk into the house like a beaten dog.  As quietly as he could he closed the door behind him.  Not bothering with the lights, he padded towards their bedroom, planning how he was going to beg Chloe’s forgiveness this time.

Light seeped through the crack under the door.  Good, she was home, probably curled up reading.  Pushing the door open a crack, he felt his heart stop as he glanced inside.  In the yellow light from the lamp Chloe sat on the bed with Chase’s head in her lap.  There were dried tear tracks down her face and she stared at Chase like she had before the interrogation.  Her eyes seemed to convey something deeper than Jack could understand.  Hearing his sudden intake of breath she looked up.

On seeing him, Chloe’s face hardened.  Chase muttered in his sleep as she slid out from under him.  “I committed treason against the President of the United States because you told me he was a terrorist.  I never asked you for proof.  And you couldn't give me one hour.”  Her voice was low and toneless.  “We used to call you The Great Jack Bauer, like you were some fucking superhero.”  She paused and turned away slightly.  “He trusted you.  I trusted you.  We gave everything for you Jack.  Chase gave up his job, his hand, his life to complete your mission so I could have you.”  Moving slowly forward, she blocked him from the room.

“Chloe, I was just doing my job.  If this...”

She didn't even bother with an open hand blow.  Her uppercut slammed into his jaw hard enough to make the room spin.  “Don't you talk to him.  No one is going to absolve you of this Jack,” she hissed.  “I loved you Jack, but it wasn't enough, was it?  Because I couldn't give you every single piece of myself.  Do you want me to tell you I'm sorry?  I'm sorry, Jack.  I'm sorry I saved you.  I should have let them kill you.”

Stunned, Jack gaped at her.  “Chloe, you can't mean that!”

“I do,” Chloe hissed.  “Chase has been and always will be my best friend.  He was your partner, Jack.  You should understand that.”  Chase stirred on the bed.  Glaring at Jack, Chloe sat next to the darker man and touched his shoulder until he stopped shifting.  “I want you out, Jack,” her voice was clear and empty.  “Take what you want.  But I want you out of my home, and out of my life.”

Stepping forward, Jack snapped, “Chloe don’t be stupid.  I’m not leaving you here.”

Eyes narrowed she warned, “Get the fuck out of my house, Jack, or I will force you out.”  Jack paused.  Without hesitation Chloe slid her hand under the pillow and came up with Jack's 9 mm.  Bringing it to bear on her former lover, she ordered, "Now.  Or I will kill you.  And you know I don't make empty threats."

Jack backed away from the woman he loved, careful to keep his hands clear.  Her hazel eyes glittered as coldly as his own usually did.  "So this is how it is," he sneered.  "I always knew it'd come down to him and me.  No matter what you said, you love him and I'm old news."

“Fuck you,” she spat with more emotion than she'd shown in the last several minutes.  “If that's what you think, then we never should have been together in the first place, Jack.  I would have died before leaving you.  Not even Chase could have stopped me.”

Hesitating, she looked speculative in an unpleasant way.  “You want me to be more like Audrey?  You want to grab me by the neck and push me into the wall so I know how much you love me?  And then I can cry and simper and beg you to forgive me.  You should have married her when you had the chance.  But hey, maybe you two crazy kids can still work it out.  You could always get her new husband killed.”

Jack flinched at her cutting words.  “Newsflash, Jack.  I am who I am.  Chase and Angela are part of that package.  If you couldn't deal with it, you should have never tried to make this work.”

As she spoke she was forcing him back.  He wasn’t stupid enough to argue with her right now.  “Come one, Chloe,” he coaxed.  “We can work this out”

“Work this out,” she gave a bark of humorless laughter.  “What do you know, Jack?”  In a wistful voice she said, “I had an abortion.  You'd been captured by those Moussad guys for sniffing around their operations.  I knew I couldn't do both, have a baby and bring you back, so I chose you.  Chase," she laughed bitterly.  "Chase begged me not to, said it wasn't what you'd want, but I didn't care.  And I felt so guilty, not because I did anything wrong, but because I didn't tell you, because I didn't want you to feel guilty and I knew you would.  I only ever kept one secret from you Jack, to protect you.  I picked you over my own child.”

They stopped when Chloe had backed him into the front door.  “You know,” she said almost humorously as tears trailed down her cheeks, “the docs say they fucked up.  I can't have kids anymore.  Angela is going to be the closest thing I’ll ever have to a child.  Ever.  Chase was even talking about letting me adopt her.”

Regretfully she sighed, “We could have had a family, Jack.  You love Angel.  She could have been your daughter too.  Chase was willing to give you that.  Give us that.  He'd give up his angel baby so we'd have a real, live family.”

"He what?"  Jack stopped dead.  "He was going to..."

Chloe gave a small, sad smile, “Yeah.  You and I, us, Jack, together, were going to adopt Angela.  That way we could finally do what we wanted.  Quit CTU and go raise a family,” her voice became bitter, “But you never saw it.  Never saw how badly Chase wanted us to be happy.  It was an hour, Jack.  All I asked you for was an hour.  An hour for our happily ever after.”

Suddenly it didn't matter Chloe was more than willing to kill him.  “Oh God, I... God, Chloe, I didn't know.”  His knees buckled and he sank slowly to the floor.  “I didn't know.  Please, Chloe.  I didn't know.  I didn't know,” he begged her.  “Please. Please.”

“You were right.  People would die if you gave me that time.  But they died anyway Jack, because I was right.  We didn't have to die today, Jack, you and me, but we did.  And it was all your choice.”

“Chloe,” Chase's voice sounded as bad as he looked as he leaned against the wall.  “Chloe, put down the gun.  He didn't know, okay.  He didn't understand what I wanted.  Please, Chloe.  Don't screw this up for me.  Let Angela have a real family.”

She continued her soft, frantic ramble, “You don't know how much I wish it wasn't like this.  I would have stayed with you forever.  You and me, in this life and the next one, baby.  Us against the world and nobody could stop us.  Nothing could tear us apart but us.”

Chase continued to beg softly as she spoke, “Please, Chloe.  I'm not worth this.  Let it go.  He didn't know.  You can still have a new life.  This isn't over.”

“Just leave, Jack, just leave and don't come near me again.  I don't want to shoot you, but I will, if that's what it takes.  I'll leave LA. I'll leave California, and you'll never find us.  Just walk out the door.  You couldn't give me what I asked you for earlier, so prove it to me.  Prove you love me.  Walk away.”

“Jack,” Chase's voice was steadier as he moved towards Chloe.  “Don't.  If you ever trusted me, stay.  Chloe.  Give. Me. The. Gun.”

Torn, Jack reached up for the doorknob but didn't make any other move.  Moving painfully, Chase limped slowly over to them.  "Please, Chloe," he was desperate.  "Don't do this to yourself.  Give me the gun and we'll figure something out, I swear.  Just put down that gun and let Jack stay."

“How can you say that,” she grated out between her teeth.  “Look at what he did to you.  Your wrist, Chase.  The fucker knew about your wrist and did it anyways.”

Gently, Chase closed his hands around Chloe's from the side and guided the muzzle of the gun to the floor.  "I can handle it," he said softly, "because I love him.  And I know you love him, too."

She collapsed slowly like her strength had been drained.  Chase's arm reached around her to hold her up, lowering them slowly to the floor.  He pulled her into his lap and rocked her, whispering softly in her ear.  Carefully he tugging the gun from her grasp, he flicked the safety on and tossed it to the side.  Under his breath he hummed a lullaby Chloe always sang to Angela, rocking her like she was his baby daughter.

Jack sat by the door, still at a loss for what had transpired.  “Chase,” he felt sick to his stomach, seeing her like that, fighting back his gag reflex.  The younger man looked up at him gravely.

“Nobody's unbreakable, Jack.  You taught me that.  But Chloe taught me you can put someone back together with enough love and patience.  I'm giving you my happily ever after, will you take care of it for me?” the younger man asked with a sad smile.

“She'll never forgive me.”

Snorting softly, Chase replied wry, “You'd be amazed what Chloe can forgive.  What you really need to ask is can you forgive yourself?”

Harshly, Jack demanded, “Could you forgive yourself, if you hurt her like that?  You love her at least as much as I do.  Probably more.  Today proved that, didn't it?”

The simply reply shocked the hell out of Jack.  “Yes.  Because I would only hurt her more if I didn't.”  His lips quirking in a half-smile, Chase continued, “Love's messy, Jack.  But it's also forgiving.  And I love Chloe enough to make sure I don't agonize over my mistakes, but learn from them and move on.  You fucked up royally today.  It's going to take time to fix, but it's not impossible.”

Chloe felt like she wasn't even in the room any more.  She could hear them talking but the words didn't register.  She wrapped her hand more tightly around Chase's shirt and he instinctively held her more closely, kissing the top of her head, and whispering in her ear.  “It's gonna be okay, Chloe.  I'll make sure you're okay.”  Inside he was groaning.  His plan had fallen apart, ironically enough, because of himself.  There was only one way he knew how to fix this.  The only problem was it was registering 'Are you fuckin' crazy man?' on his internal idea meter.

Bracing himself and praying Jack didn't snap his neck, Chase reached over and grabbed a handful of blonde hair.  Making sure Chloe had a nice clear view he proceeded to do his best to blow Jack's mind using only his mouth.  That caught both of their attention.

Chloe just stared.  Was Chase...  Oh yeah that was definitely a tongue.  Jack's eyes slipped shut, and she smirked.  Chase was one hell of a kisser; that much she knew from personal experience, even if the alcohol made it a little hazy.  Wait.  Her best friend, male best friend, was kissing her boyfriend with her in his lap...  “Oh,” she huffed in surprise.  “Oh.” She sat up and nearly brained herself on Chase's chin.  Straddling his lap she demanded, “What was that?  He tortured you!  I almost shot him!  You can't be kissing him!  I must be dead.  I'm dead and I'm in hell and it's not what I thought it would be like.”

Panting, Chase pulled back.  “If that was hell.  Then you're gonna love this,” he muttered and pressed his mouth against hers.

She started to pull away from him.  But...well, Chase was a really good kisser.  The boy knew what to do with his tongue.  And he wasn't holding back.  After what seemed like an eternity of him trying to find tonsils she didn't have, he pulled away.

“Okay," he gasped, "do I have your attention now?  Good.  I'm in love Jack.”

“What?!” she heard Jack say, somewhere behind her.

“The fuck?” she muttered.  If this hadn't been the worst day of her entire life, she would have laughed.  Chase looked really serious.  She grabbed his chin, forced him to look right into her eyes.  “If you're lying...”  She searched the familiar gray-green orbs for anything.  A single spark of humor to indicate this was a joke.  But Chase was dead serious.

Wincing, “It is kind of ironic,” he said.  “Jack was always worried about me falling in love with you, when he was the one I was in love with all along.”

“That's not what ironic means,” Chloe snapped.

Smirking, Chase asked, “Does it matter, Chlo?  All you need to know is that you make him happy.  Very happy.  I could never do that even if he did swing that way.  It's a pretty good Plan B, don'tcha think?  The man I love is happy and makes my best friend happy.  They'll even have a family that'll be happy.  Happily ever after.  A real life fairy tale.”

Softly she asked, “Why didn't you tell me?”  He saw how hurt she was.  Okay, maybe the plan had a few flaws.  “How could I tell you?  'Hey Chloe, I'm in love with your boyfriend, who you also happen to be crazy in love with.  Want to hang out later?'  I put you first, the same way you put me first.  That's how it is with us.”  He grimaced slightly.  “I can live vicariously.  If it means two of the most important people in my world are content.”

She protested, “It won't be the same.”

Chase sighed deeply.  “Nothing ever stays the same Chloe.  It doesn't mean it won't be good again, eventually.  You can be happy, Chloe.  I want you to be happy, more than anything, I want you and Jack to take Angela and get away from this place that destroyed us all, and be happy.”

“Whoa. Hold on,” Jack interjected.  “Chloe you knew Chase was, um...”

“Bi,” the man in question offered.

Still playing catch up Jack nodded, “Yeah.  And you never thought to mention this little fact?”

Rolling her eyes, Chloe snapped, “Does it matter, Jack.”

The older agent blinked.  “Well, yeah.  It's not ever day you find out your ex-partner, who happens to be your girlfriend's best friend, is in love with you.  But is happy because you’re happy together.”

It started with Chloe.  Shaking, she pressed on hand to her mouth to try to stop the sniggering.  Chase was next, biting his lip chuckling.  “You realize,” Chloe muttered, “it sounds like the plot from a bad soap opera.”

“I never could understand soap operas,” Chase admitted with a grin.  “They’re almost as bad as your sputtering, Jack.”

A slight huff.  “It doesn't solve the central problem, though,” she said, laying her head on Chase's shoulder.  “I would do anything for you, you know that, right?”

Chase pressed a kiss to her temple.  “So do it.”

Glaring she lifted her head.  “It's not that easy.  The things I said, I couldn't take them back even if I wanted to.  Which I don't, because you deserved it.”  She turned to look at Jack.  “Well.  Maybe not all of it. But most of it, eighty percent at least.”

Hesitantly, Chase asked, “What if we could figure out an exchange system here.  Something somebody did or said for something.  Like I kissed Jack because he hurt my wrist.”

Shaking her head, Chloe muttered, “I tried to kill him an hour ago, and now we're playing sex games?  We are the most screwed up people on the planet.”

This time Chase did laugh.  “Was there ever any doubt about that?  So are you two game?”

Shaking her head, “It couldn't possibly get any weirder," she muttered.

Looking between the two friends, Jack sighed, "I'm in."

“Okay,” Chloe admitted crossly.  “It got weirder.  I guess.  Fine.”  Taking a vacation from her sanity, she asked, "So, you guys make out, and then what?” looking back and forth between the two of them.
Sitting back, Chase adjusted so Chloe rested more comfortably.  “Your rules 'cause your the one that got hurt,” he informed her.  “You get to tell Jack what to do for round one.”

She looked at Jack.  "That thing you do with your tongue that I like so much.  Do that to Chase."

Kneeling up, Jack sighed.  “I can't believe we're doing this.”  Gently he grasped Chase's head and began to trace the younger man's lips with his tongue.  When they parted to gasp he pulled back and lapped down the jaw line to trace the tendons at the base of the pale throat.  At the dent where the two pieces of collar bone met he drew a line straight up and plunged his tongue into Chase's open mouth in a hard kiss before moving away.

Dazed, Chase muttered something that sounded like, “Christ on crutch."

“I taught him that,” Chloe said from her place between the two of them.  “I want credit too.”

Swallowing, Chase said, “Credit given.  If you keep having him do stuff like that, you're going to want to move, Chloe.”  Pausing he added, “That was worth the beating.  That means only the burns and cut to go.”

Chloe looked up, a glint in her eye that always scared Jack, and leaned forward and whispered in his ear.  She thought it would be awkward, being that close to him again, but she wanted to laugh at how easy it was.  She was deeply, deeply fucked up.

Jack blushed and hissed, “Chloe please.”

Seeing trouble brewing, Chase added his own, “Chloe, please.  Let me go down on him.  I'd liked to do that while you're sharing.”

She sighed.  “You know I always give you what you want.”

“I know.”  He kissed her cheek.  “It's my favorite thing about you.”

She smirked.  “I want to watch.”

Chase shrugged, “Whatever you want.”  He tried to move but she wouldn't let him.

“I'm comfy,” she said imperiously.  “Work around it.  I know you and that pretty mouth are talented enough to do that.  Not that I know from personal experience,” she quickly added, pointing at Jack.  "We are not going down that road again."

Running a hand down here back, Chase smiled softly.  “After tonight, Chlo, it's all going to be so innocuous there won't be any need for jealousy,” he told her.

Turning to Jack he said, “You're going to have to come over here.”  With Chloe still on his lap he laid down.  “Unzip your fly and straddle my chest,” he ordered the older man.  “You're going to have to do most of the work.”

"You know," she said to no one in particular, "if I believed in therapy, I would need so much to get over this night."

Chuckling softly, Chase told her, “Darling, if you believed in therapy, you wouldn’t be here.”

Jack obeyed sitting in front of Chloe.  "Lean forward," Chase muttered.  "And try not to choke me.  I'm good but I prefer not to end up in the ER."  Licking his lips the darker man pushed at Jack's hips until he could easily take Jack's cock into his mouth.  "Just try not to thrust to hard," Chase ordered.  "Other than that, it's no different than any other blow job."  His safety spiel over, Chase wrapped his mouth around the half-hard cock and began to suck gently.  Jack wasn’t moving.

Chase's nimble tongue decided to play, pushing at the slit, and Jack yelped, ramming his hips forward.  Mentally, the younger man cheered.  He was good with his mouth and determined to make his former partner love this.  By relaxing his throat, he gave Jack plenty of room to thrust into, breathing in between.  The tip of Jack’s cock scraped just above his gag reflex.

Chloe watched them, transfixed.  She read somewhere that women weren't supposed to be visually stimulated, but that must be just one more way she failed at being a girl.  'I am totally going to hell for this,' she thought to herself.  'If I somehow managed to save enough people, to do enough good, to cancel out all the bad things I've done, this will be the thing that sends me straight to hell.'

Grinning around his mouthful at Chloe's expression, Chase accepted the abuse Jack was doing to his throat.  Unable to really move his head, he focused on using his tongue and teeth.  For moment he considered using his hand as well but Chloe was hanging on to both of them.  Instead he sucked hard enough his cheeks hollowed out.  Chloe’s pupils dilated at his expression.

'At least Jack and Chase will be with me in hell,' she thought.  'That will make it alright.’

As if sensing what she was thinking, the younger man did something that made Jack cry out a garbled name.  It sounded more like hers than Chase's.  Unaware of it, she began to rub herself against the firm bulge in Chase's jeans.  The green eyes widened and Chase pushed Jack’s cock further down his own throat.  Jack dropped forward yelping, "Chloe!" as Chase swallowed around him repeatedly.

"Can someone touch me now, please?" she asked, staring at both of them.

Chase turned his head to the side feeling the damp cockhead drag across his cheek.  "Jack, move," he ordered hoarsely.

She was getting impatient.  "I'm the one you both love so damn much, somebody fucking touch me."

"Shh, baby," Jack obviously caught up.  "Let's get you out of those pants, okay?"

Glaring death at both men, she twisted awkwardly until she could get her PJ bottoms off without leaving her place on Chase's lap.  Jack pulled her forward sliding his hands under her ass until she was spread out over Chase's face.  "This is better, don'tcha think?" Chase said cheerfully, making her moan when his hot breath brushed over her clit.

After he got her off, she was going to kill him.  "Fucking do something with that smart mouth of yours Chase," she ground out.  "Before I just go ahead and kill both of you."

"What the lady wants," Jack began.  Chase finished it by plunging his tongue inside her.

That boy knew to use that mouth of his on a woman too.  He sucked at her eagerly while moving his tongue in and out.  When the vacuum was particularly strong, his teeth brushed her clit.  And Jack was at her mouth, kissing her like it was the only reason he bothered living.  His hands were holding her off Chase's face, but his mouth was driving her crazy.

She used to have this problem, during sex, where she'd think too much and ruin it.  She couldn't think anything right now, though; she couldn't remember her own name if somebody had asked.  She just knew what she wanted.  More, more, more.  She wanted to feel everything.  She'd always been selfish, after all.  Rocking back and forth to get more sensation from Chase's mouth, she began to urge Jack lower.  After the third or forth curse, he seemed to get the idea and moved down her chest to suck at her breasts.

They pulled away from her and she screamed.  No words, because her brain couldn't form any.

"Is she always this demanding?" Chase asked.

"Pretty much," Jack answered, grinning.  "Something the matter there, baby?"

Chase's hands came up and gave her a little shove forward on the ass.  Enough Jack could pull her into his own lap and slid his cock into her.  "Assholes," she managed to screech at the penetration.  Her arms were around Jack's back and they were rocking together.  It was so damn good Chloe couldn't figure out why she thought she could live without this.

Jack kissed her again and again.  In between he breathed, "I'm so sorry... I'm an idiot... Forgive me...  I love you so much..." 

She never liked to be the one to give in first.  She didn't even like to be the one who gave in second.  She didn't like making things easier for other people.  She grabbed Jack's face so he was staring right at her.  "I love," she whispered, "fucking you."

Shocked relief lit up his pale eyes.  Chloe jammed her mouth against Jack’s hard enough to draw blood.  Grinding down she came shuddering quietly, her internal muscles flexing.  The sudden tightness brought Jack over a second time, moaning her name.

"You have such a dirty little mouth," Chase said, next to her again suddenly, his hand in her hair.  "I love it when you say fuck."

She brought her forehead away from Jack's and gave him a bemused smile.  "Drop the act," the order was careless.  "I know you get off on being used."

Jack looked up too.  "Do I want to know why you two are so familiar with each other's sex lives," he asked dryly.

"Do you want to bring that shit up again?" she asked.  "Because it's just one more thing you'll have to make up to me."

With a predatory grin, Jack kissed her hard and deep.  "I think I could live with that.”

Chase smirked, "My work here is done."

Frowning Jack said, "Chase you haven't gotten off yet.  I mean," he looked helplessly at Chloe.

"You want me to fuck him?" she offered.  "Because that seems like it wouldn't help the jealousy thing."

Already across the room, Chase gave a sad smile, "Don't worry about me guys.  This isn't about getting off."

"No," Chloe snapped.  "That’s not fair.  Plus, I think you're missing the point of your own really genius game."  Jack murmured softly in Chloe's ear, nibbling softly on the lobe.  He pulled back and she smiled brightly at him.  "Chase," she ordered, "get that cute ass of yours over here and lay down."  Reluctantly, the younger man obeyed taking up his previous position on the floor.

Chloe and Jack moved apart with a soft kiss.  Crawling over, Chloe undid Chase's pants and slid them half-way down his thighs.  "Only you," she muttered when she saw he'd gone commando.  Once again she straddled his lap.  Jack moved to so that Chase could use his thigh as a pillow.  "You're mine," Chloe told Chase flatly.  "You always have been.  Jack's mine too.  So you guys have to get along.  No matter what happens," she said, looking at Chase and then at Jack.  "Promise me."

Chase nodded, "Whatever it takes."

More hesitantly, Jack offered, "Never again.  Not like this."

To emphasize her point she lowered herself onto Chase's erect cock.  "Mine Jack," she said softly cupping the older man's cheek.  "He's no threat to you because he's mine."

Gasping, Chase promised as well, "I'd never take Chloe from you, Jack.  Never."

"I need you both," she continued.  "I know you both love me, but I can't be me without you both."  Moving forcefully up and down, Chloe kissed Jack as Chase watched from below.  Pulling back she begged, "Tell me Jack.  Tell me you understand."

"Yeah," Jack kissed her.  Then leaned down to brush his lips against Chase's parted ones.  "As long as it's just Chase, I can live with that."

Slamming down hard enough to make Chase buck, she growled, "Not good enough."

Jack stared intensely at the green-eyed man lying against him.  The pinks lips were parted to gasp for breath as Chloe rode him mercilessly, his eyes rolling slightly.  He'd noticed that Chase was pretty for a man, too slim and boyish to ever be handsome.  Warmth shone out of the attractive features, directed at Chloe and, surprisingly, him.  Chase's lips moved in what might have been, "Love you."

Adding a twist to her movements, Chloe made Chase jerk and moan.  "Chase loves everybody," she said, watching Jack.  "It's always been his problem."

"Has not," Chase mumbled.

Pausing she asked, "Do you want me to stop?"  He shook his head frantically.  "Then don't correct me."  She started her brutal rhythm again.  "It's just his nature.  He's a slut."  Chase muttered something under his breath.  "But he's sweet enough it's easy to forgive.  He'll be yours too if you love him back.  We could always be like this," she went on.  "I mean, we have to stay together, because who else could love somebody as fucked up as the three of us are?"

It would be so easy.  Jack ran his hand over the buzzed hair.  Having both of them, the only two people in the world who'd never betray him, would be the closest he'd ever come to perfect.  "Are we doing this?" Jack asked dazed.  "We're doing this aren't we?"  He paused.  "I want to do this, Chloe."

She smiled at him.  He didn't think he'd ever seen her smile that widely.  "We’re totally going to hell," she said, "but I've decided I'm totally okay with it.  I think the three of us could take on the devil and win.  I love you," she said, suddenly serious.  She didn't even know who she was talking to any more.  Both of them, she figured.

Tenderly Jack pulled a strand of hair off her sweat sticky forehead.  "Love you, baby.  So much it hurts."

If Chase's eyes got any greener, she expected they'd start sprouting clovers.  It was all she needed to see.  "Tell him to come, Jack.  Or we'll be here all night."

Smiling slightly, Jack rubbed Chase's shoulder as he directed, "Do as she says, Chase."

Hissing Chloe's name the younger man went limp as heat splashed inside of Chloe.  It was enough to trigger her second orgasm, whispering, "Chase."  She collapsed on top of the slim man and decided never again to move.  Jack stretched out next to them and ran a hand down her back.

It was then she realized what a picture they must make.  Jack and Chase were still fully clothed.  The fly of Jack's pants' was still undone and his limp cock hung out.  Chase's jeans were scrunched down to just above the knees.  She was still wearing her huge sleeping t-shirt and nothing else.  Somehow it didn’t seem to matter.

Chloe buried her face in Chase's shoulder, Jack's arm under her head as a pillow, both of their arms wrapped protectively around her.  The sun was coming up on the morning after the worst day of her life and she wasn't sure she'd ever been happier.  'It can't be this easy,' she thought.

"You think too much," Chase told her sleepily kissing her shoulder.  "You'll wake Jack."

There was a rumble and, "Too late."  Yawning Jack asked, "Did we just..."

"Oh yeah," Chase rasped.  "If my throat's any indication, that wasn't a dream."

Chloe shifted so she was half-laying across Jack’s chest with Chase rubbing her back.  "We're the most screwed up people ever," she commented.  

"You keep saying that like you're waiting for someone to argue with you," Chase said.  

Jack tensed, "Shit.  We forgot protection."

Two pairs of eyes gave him 'duh' looks.  "Chloe told you I was a slut."  Chase drawled, "She forgot to mention I'm a picky slut.  I'll love anyone but I won't sleep with them.  I'm clean.  Chloe's clean.  You're clean or she'd kill you.  And we're not exactly worried about pregnancy here."

Sighing, Chloe asked hopelessly, "If we're so screwed up, which we totally are, how'd we get this to work out so nicely?"

"You're never going to let that drop, are you?" Chase sighed in return, working out a particularly tight knot in the small of her back.

Idly Jack said, "You're the genius.  You figure it out."

Offended, Chloe bit Jack's arm.  He yelped, Chase laughed, and she smacked Chase for laughing.  Smiling, Chase asked, "Has it ever occurred to anyone that all off us are screwed up in a screwed up relationship, so that it somehow negates the screw ups until we're normal?"

“I don't think that's even a sentence," Chloe informed him haughtily.

There was snickering.  "You should diagram it for us, genius," Jack said, so she hit him.

They both laughed and sandwiched her in between their hard bodies.  "I love you," she said suddenly, tears forming in her eyes.  She could feel the difference between Chase’s slim frame and Jack’s compact muscle.

"Hey," Chase said, looking at her.

Snuggling into Jack’s chest, she used a hand to pull one of Chase’s legs over hers.  "No, I mean, none of this makes any sense, but at the same time, it totally does, because I love you, both of you, more than I ever thought I could love anybody."  It was confusing her but wasn’t a cause for worry.

Hugging her fondly, Chase said, "Jack, do that tongue thing she taught you so she stops overanalyzing everything."

A wide grin splitting his face Jack replied, "My pleasure."  Chloe leaned her head back against Chase, and for once in her life let herself to stop thinking.