Mako Reactor

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He slept. We only had one bed and I didn’t make a presumption. I simply unrolled my sleeping bag and got comfortable on the floor. Well, as comfortable as possible. Indoor-outdoor carpeting felt a lot better than bare earth and rocks, but it still felt like sleeping on a board.

The people in the room beside ours made noise, and lots of it. I heard their television blaring and their voices shouting over it. Valentine groaned, moving restlessly. His sensitive hearing couldn’t filter out such a racket.

I waited a few minutes, listening to him respond to the unnatural din. He rarely slept anyway, and when he did, he needed it.

I got up, put my glasses on, and stole out of the room, shirtless and barefoot. Knocking did no good. I pounded hard enough to rattle the door and stood back. A large and muscled man answered, a bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He squinted at me. “Wht’choo want, little man?” he asked. Behind him, another mountain of a man appeared.

“I want you to be quiet,” I asserted. “My companion cannot handle your noise. Be thankful I’m the one asking you, nicely, to settle down.”

“Looks like you’ve already got a beating,” the man said, making his friend laugh.

“Yes, but I like it rough,” I answered. “And before that gives you any ideas, let me inform that I won’t take it rough from either of you.”

Both men gave me the once-over. I saw them eyeing me like I might be a tasty appetizer. I got these looks sometimes, usually from men who liked my firm and slender build. Upon reflection, it occurred to me I might have had a wider variety of sexual partners if I’d only paid more attention.

“You’re a cocky little shit,” the one in the rear said. “Maybe we don’t want to bust up our party. Maybe we’ll drag you in here and fuck you instead of each other tonight.”

“I don’t relish the notion, thank you. I think you’ll find it rather more difficult to subdue me than that, gentlemen.”

“Aw, just grab ‘im,” the second man said. “He’ll be a good switch of pace.”

“So, no chance of a peaceful resolution?” I asked, nimbly avoiding the first man’s grasping meathook.

“First thing we do is tape his mouth shut,” the other said, also making a snatch for me. I grabbed his hand and squeezed, pulverizing his bones. He wrenched away from me with a shout, his eyes wide in shock and pain.

“What did you do to Daryll?” his friend demanded, swinging at me. I crushed his hand too, pulling his fist from mid-strike and just constricting.

“Will you be silent now?” I asked, stepping back. “Or, do you need me to hurt you?”

They charged me at the same time, rage in their eyes. “I’m going to kill you,” one of them swore.

“You need my permission,” Valentine’s dark voice said behind me.

I turned to look at him. Still half-naked, his hair in black curtains and his eyes burning, Vincent Valentine looked beautiful when irritated. “Your noise vexes me,” he announced, growling.

The men looked at his metal hand in unison. “He do that to you?” Daryll asked, pointing.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” Valentine answered, voice rough with aggression. “But, it’s nothing compared to what I will do to you if you don’t be quiet.” He flexed his metallic claw, which only emphasized his menace.

“Are we going to need a metal hand too?” one asked timidly.

Valentine shoved them inside their room and pulled the door closed, growling his annoyance. “Idiots,” he swore.

I followed him back to the room, grinning from ear to ear. I liked having a big, strong boyfriend. When he realized that was what he’d become, he’d really pitch a fit.

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Though I’d fallen asleep on the floor, I woke up in the bed. Valentine’s body did not touch mine, but I lay close enough to feel how he depressed a mattress. For a slender man he weighed a lot, probably a hundred and thirty kilos. Muscle weighed more, and he was packed with it, hard as rock.

I rolled on my side to look at him. Very early morning sun illuminated him in slats, coming in through the blinds. His long, black eyelashes seemed decorative fringes for his alabaster skin. He had hair like mine in color, blue-black, but his seemed incredibly thick. Come to think of it, it seemed thicker now than it had a month ago. All that blood he received regularly from me, probably.

Shiva, his beauty took my breath away. If I’d realized what hotness I had on my table all those years ago, I’d have taken him away from Lucretia and it would have served her right.

Quietly, I got up and tended to a morning clean-up. Strife would want us moving out soon.

Though I’d showered last night, I took the chance to begin today utterly clean. I started the water, getting in while it still warmed up. After a teeth-chattering ten seconds, blissful heat arrived. Soaping up with the complimentary bar of miniscule proportions, I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed.

I did not hear or see him enter the shower.

He touched my shoulder, guiding me down firmly but gently. I went hard in seconds. It elated me he would initiate contact.

I looked at that lovely, vein-covered cock. Water ran over us both but I smelled his musk in the steam. Slowly, I took the soap and slicked him all over, washing him carefully. His proud erection swelled larger with my attention. Very, very gently, I lathered his heavy balls, listening to him groan.

He liked how I could make him feel.

I moved my head to allow water over my work, washing away the soap. Then, I bent to the work he’d intended I do.

I didn’t think I would ever get used to how his sounds of pleasure made me feel. In the past I’d wrung him for sounds of pain, and I’d enjoyed them. Now, I wanted to hear my control over him in this way.

“Harder,” he urged, cupping my head.

I tightened my lips, gliding over his long, thick cock with greater pressure. Finding the soap again, I rubbed it all over my index finger. I toyed with his opening at first, showing him what I meant to do. He tensed, then relaxed slightly. I took that for acceptance and entered him unhurriedly, making him toss his head and tremble. His claw hand raked down the shower stall, gouging deep, deep lines in the plastic.

As forceful as he’d been with my head, I saw he could have easily sliced open my skull and extracted my brain. I loved knowing this. All that power…

His prostate felt full. I milked him gently, just enough to make him leak slightly. His groans became soft, panting exhales. Curled up bits of plastic shavings dropped all around me. I increased my suction, swirling my tongue around his head.

“I…” His hand gripped my shoulder.

That’s it, I thought. Come for me, beautiful.

“Hojo,” he moaned, the last syllable a drawn-out, tortured lament.

I rubbed his prostate, flicking it as I tightened my grip on his cock. He came in a torrent, a rush, shooting down my throat. I heard him punch through the shower and surprised cries from the other side of the wall. His legs buckled and I got up, grabbing him.

He let me guide him down to the small ledge, his head hanging and his breathing erratic.

Feeling more than pleased, I directed the water to him and wordlessly started washing his hair. And, he let me. I massaged his scalp as I shampooed, testing to see if he was one of those people that liked that. Relaxed, he moved in my grip, boneless, giving an occasional, low groan.

I covered his eyes with my hand and rinsed him off. Applying the conditioner the same way, I massaged that in, too. By the time I finished, he looked nearly asleep. I finished my own washing up before I realized I hadn’t even jerked myself. I’d been too caught up in jock-worship to worry about my own gratification.

There’s a first time for everything.

I glanced at the ruined shower wall, seeing two pairs of eyes watching us. Grinning, I winked. The eyes grew large and in seconds we had our privacy back.

Complimentary breakfast would be interesting if our neighbors showed up.