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Flambae isn’t one of those corporate-loving idiots that spend their time at the SDN headquarters even long after their shift has ended. Unlike them, he has a life.
From a couple of months at least, however, said life also includes a certain semi-retired hero and full-time dispatcher for whom the concept of taking care of himself is still something unknown. Who else can step in, then, if not him?
Robbo is very lucky to have a such an attentive partner like him, or else he would’ve died already. This is what he’s thinking about as he makes his way towards the laboratory.
Robert has gotten there first things first after the end of his shift, and hasn’t come out yet; he said he needed to do run some tests with the armor, and that he didn’t need to wait for him, an order that Flambae, of course, has decided to not follow: if he had, that bitch would’ve surely spent the entirety of the night there instead of resting, and he was surely going to find him still there the next morning too. He couldn’t let that happen.
They should build him a statue for how well he’s behaving, boyfriend of the year and all that shit…
He never liked the lab: it never fails to make him feel claustrophobic, despite not being a person who suffers from such a condition.
Part of the reason why he feels uneasy, he has to admit, is the massive suit of armor parked in there. Despite having made his peace with his past with Mechaman, the suit still manages to awake a feeling of danger, one that would normally push him to make as much distance between them as he could, but he isn’t a baby, and he needs to find Robert, so he powers through it, though one could argue that, despite his determination, he still doesn’t thread too close to it.
There’s no trace of Bob-Bob, unfortunately, which means only one thing: he’s inside the suit.
Left with no other choice, he does get close to the armor, knocking on its leg just to make some noise.
“Hey! I know you’re insid–”
He doesn’t get the time to finish his sentence, because the suit activates. He barely manages to take a step back – he’ll never admit it, but it did manage to scare him shitless – before that mass of steel makes him tumble to the ground with a – although pretty light – kick, and cuts off any escape by grabbing both his hands with just one of his, effectively immobilizing him.
“Hey! Hey! Hey! The fuck is wrong with you?! Bitch!” he yells, as panic seizes his entire body. What the fuck is going on?
That’s when that bitch Robert makes his entrances, hopping down from the cockpit and walking towards him like everything’s normal, which infuriates Flambae even more; he already started getting hot, but now there are flickers of flames sparking all over his body.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” he keeps yelling, since Robert hasn’t deigned him of an answer yet.
He can’t deny that seeing him towering over him in such a way is doing certain things to his body, but that doesn’t cancel out that he has had to cheat to get him in this position.
At least, Robert finally speaks.
“Sorry,” he apologizes, though it sounds fake as hell. “I still need to test elemental resistance, but since you’re here you can help me.”
“And you couldn’t ask like a normal person because…?” Chad can’t help but ask, still trying to break free. Even at the cost of breaking both his arms, he’ll make it out there and then he’ll start kicking Robert so hard he will have to beg for mercy.
When Robert sits on his lap, however, he comes to a stop. Okay, perhaps things are taking a turn he might enjoy…
It seems that his hypothesis is correct, because soon Robert begins to run his hands over his body – pushing through the burning sensation despite Flambae doing his best to lower his temperature to a human level – taking his sweet time with his chest, sneaking his hands under the suit so that he can properly play with it.
Flambae can’t hold back a moan; they’ve barely begun and his body is already moving on its own in search of more friction. He can’t help but feel like a fool for having given in so easily, but thankfully Robert doesn’t say anything about it, so he ignores it too.
What a pathetic sight he must make, and yet Bobert looks intrigued, more than turned off. He would’ve insulted him for it, if only that wouldn’t have implied that he was also insulting himself.
“Okay, you wanted to get me hot, so? Are we going to keep staring at each other like morons, or are we going to do something about it?”
Those words make a small smile appear on Robert’s face. “Well, I said I needed to test elemental resistance, but I haven’t seen that many flames yet…” He scoots over, moving between Flambae’s legs, keeping them well spread with his hands, not that he’s been opposing any resistance in his first place, of course. “I suppose I’ll have to find a way to get you even hotter.”
Any word Flambae’s about to spit his way dies in his throat, as Robert leans in to press their lips together. The way he melts immediately in the kiss is pretty pathetic, but now he can clearly feel Bob’s erection press against his crotch; he likes it, oh yes, he really likes it. At least he has something he can work with, though he can’t deny that he isn’t doing that better either.
He resumes his grinding against Robert, trying to elicit a reaction out of him; things would be so much better if he were able to properly move.
“Listen,” he begins after he pulls away from the kiss, pointing at the suit with his head, “will it hurt to let me go?”
“But how I can make you produce flames, then?” is the immediate reply.
Flambae takes a deep breath, trying to resist the temptation to headbutt him. “Look, perhaps your pea-sized brain isn’t capable to store this information, but I’m perfectly capable o-oooh!”
That bitch Robert has decided to twist his nipples right in that moment, rolling them between his fingers without worrying if he’s hurting him or not. Too bad that Flambae’s extremely into it.
What did he ever do wrong in his life to get into such a situation? Oh, right: he had decided, for once, not to be an egotistical dick. He won’t wait for Robert next time; actually, for all he cares, he can spend the rest of his life in this shitty lab.
“Aw, don’t tell me you’re not having fun like this,” Robert retorts. “Actually, if you could concentrate the heat in your hands that would be a great help. If the suit starts to beep, it means that it’s reaching critical conditions.”
At those words, Flambae raises an eyebrow. “So? I don’t feel particularly fiery now…”
It’s a bluff, they both know it, but Robert still decides to grant him some more friction, returning to grind against him.
“Don’t worry, you will very soon.”
Chad is starting to lose his patience. He’s so close, so sooooo close to coming, if only Robert would help him – like a good partner should – instead of taking his time, still grinding against him like a horny teenager.
As he was ordered to, he’s trying his best to keep his flames limited to only his hands, his arms at best; he has hoped that, by this point, the suit would start giving signs of danger so that Robert would let him go and give him what he wants, but still nothing.
If that’s how things are, then he’ll be so annoying Robert won’t have any choice but to give in. He begins by blowing some smoke in his face, just to keep things tame; if that doesn’t work, he might consider the idea of giving him a small burn here and there.
“What the hell?” Robert recoils, stopping his movements entirely. Not exactly what he wanted…
“Can you hurry up? I can’t feel my arms anymore, you bitch!”
Robert doesn’t say anything at first, but then a smile appears on his face. “You know what? You’re right, I should hurry up…”
Finally things are going his way! That’s what Flambae believes, as he watches Robert fiddling with the belt and pants, freeing his hard cock, but then he pushes his legs close – after having kept them spread for so long – and starts pressing his erections between the crease formed by Flambae’s thighs. It’s then that he understands that no, things aren’t going his way at all.
“Really?” he can’t help but comment, feeling incredibly annoyed for the treatment he’s receiving.
Robert nods without any trace of hesitation. For a moment, he changes the angle of his thrusts, pressing the head of his cock right against Flambae’s still clothed clit, making the him moan, body tensing for the intense pleasure, only to go back to his previous angle. “C’mon, you like this.”
“I’d like it more if you could take this off, actually,” Chad retorts. Without his suit, at least, his sensations wouldn’t be dampened by the clothing.
Seeing him in such a state, Robert thinks about it, or at least, he pretends to.
“Mmmh… How ‘bout no?”
What a bitch…
By now, Flambae has lost any cognition of time; for all he knows, they’ve been there for so long that they might have to start their shift soon. The mere idea of having to endure an entire shift while suffering from metaphorical blue balls creates a small spark, that soon ignites into a fire of irritation: if that truly happens, he'll burn Robert to a crisp, even if that means going back to prison.
At least it seems that Robert’s about to burst: his movements have become sloppy and irregular, an obvious signal that he’s almost at the peak.
He’s not doing that much better, to tell the truth, despite the fact that he’s been barely touched. There’s something about being forced to stay still and be used for someone else’s pleasure that makes him particularly sensitive, so even what little he's getting might be enough to push him through the edge as well.
When Robert comes, he moans along with him, only to realize that this fucker has just gotten his suit full of cum; some has landed on his chest too, but he doesn’t mind that – actually, he expected it to happen.
And to think that he had washed it just recently…
“Fuck you!”
Robert chuckles. “Already done.”
He lets Flambae’s legs go; they fall to the ground immediately, now that there isn’t anyhing holding them up anymore.
“Then why don’t you give me a hand too, huh? Pretty please?” the hero finally snaps, trying to cover his horniness, but failing miserably. “You don’t want me to set fire to everything, right?”
“I don’t think you can,” Robert begins, caressing his cheek in a strangely gentle way, considering that he’s just insulted his powers. He manages to get Flambae not to complain about it, however, by running his hand down his body, only to stop at the lower point of the neckline, so close to where Flambae actually wants him. “But since you’ve been so good…”
Slowly, way too slowly, he slips under the suit, going down until the tip of his fingers brush against Chad’s clit. Now more than ever he regrets not having taken his suit off, but he knows that if he stops now, he will really be murdered, and that’s a fate he’d like to avoid.
He can’t help an amused chuckle as he watches Flambae’s eyes widen his surprise when he doesn’t stop of the hardened nub, but keeps going down, finally being able to concretely feel how much of an effect this has had on him: he’s never been this wet.
He doesn’t say anything about it, mercifully, but when he pushes a finger inside, which soon becomes two, he can’t help but comment on how easily he can fit them. “You really couldn’t wait, huh?”
“Yeah, I couldn’t! Fine?!” Chad admits, at his limit. “And now can you please hurry up?”
This time, Robert obeys: he almost pulls his fingers out, only to slam them inside him with all the strength he can gather, then repeats the movement with a hammering rhythm that makes Flambae go crazy. The only sounds he’s able to make are moans and mumbled pleas to keep abusing his entrance just the way he loves.
In the end, he can admit that the wait has been worth it, though he’s been so close for so long that he knows he’ll come at any moment.
When Robert presses his other hand against his stomach, he can’t hold back anymore: he lets out a scream, as fluid start to erupt from his entrance, getting his suit and Robert pants drenched – not that, at moment, they care enough to notice it. Then it happens again, and again, and again. There’s no end to it!
Robert seems intent on completely draining him, because he keeps going like he’s possessed until Flambae has nothing left to give. He would’ve kept going still, if only Chad hadn’t suddenly closed his legs, trying to pull himself away from him.
Alright, he understands that he’s reached the limit, so even though he would’ve played with him some more, he stops; it’s time to leave, after all.
Moving as delicately as he can, he pulls his fingers away, then he rushes to the cockpit, activating the suit so that he can let Flambae go; he seems to barely notice it: the only thing he does is turning to the side as he slowly regains his bearings. He still hasn't uttered a word.
Robert gets down again, and helps him raise his back. He’s not going to say anything, lest he gets incinerated on the spot, but he finds him very cute like this, with his eyes lidded and voice so rough that what he’s mumbling is barely understandable, except for two word: “kill” and “you”. If that’s how things are, then he’s not doing so bad.
When he receives a slap to the face, he’s certain that he’s completely recovered.
“You are such a bastard, you know that?” is the first clear-cut thing he says, confirming Robert's suspicions.
“Oh come on, don’t act like you weren’t enjoying yourself,” he immediately retorts. That’s all it takes to shut Flambae up.
He looks away, in fact, turning towards the suit. “Did you run your tests, at least?”
“Oh, those?” Robert begins, unable to hold back a smirk. “I already finished them. I just needed an excuse to keep you still.”
With titanic effort, Flambae throws himself at him, growling for the frustration, and the two soon end up playfully wrestling. They’re lucky they’re the only ones there, sparing anyone else from that pitiful view: they’re both so tired that they eventually end up laying down on the ground, catching their breaths.
The first one to move is Robert, who goes back to the cockpit. “C’mon, I’ve brought you spares,” he says.
Flambae’s suit is unusable in those conditions: if he leaves with that still one, everyone and their mother would know what has happened.
“And what if you picked someone I don’t like?” he challenges him, however, because it’s no fun if he goes along with Robert’s ideas easily, but Robert simply shrugs.
“It’s your choice. If you don’t like it, you can always do the walk of shame,” he replies, as he balls up the clothes as best as he can so that he can have an easier time throwing them at Flambae; he can’t hold back a small chuckle as he watches them fall on his face.
Chad doesn’t react at first – perhaps he hasn’t recovered as well as it seemed – but then he takes them and observes them: they’re nothing special, just a couple of gym pants and a shirt he usually uses for when he stays at home and a fresh pair of underwear. He’ll look like a loser for a while, but considering that he’s just getting home, he can handle it.
He gets up on unsteady legs; at first it seems that they’re not going to be able to hold his weight, but he doesn’t fall. Once he feels stable enough, he begins to undress, uncaring of the way Robert’s gaze doesn’t move away from him not even for a second – he can ogle at him all he wants.
What a relief to finally be able to take his damp suit off and put some dry clothes on! Flambae looks down at the puddle he’s left – the suit hasn’t absorbed everything – and he can’t help but cringe at the idea that, now, he’ll have to clean it up. Thankfully, Robert takes care of it, letting Flambae take some well deserved rest; it was his idea to do this, after all.
Once they’ve erased all traces of what has transpired, they finally make it out of the office building.
Robert’s eyes fall on the car keys Flambae has in his hand, and he can’t help but ask. “Can you drive?”
Chad rolls his eyes. “Of course I can! I’m not a weak normie like you.”
“I’d like to remind you that this weak normie almost made you pass out before.”
“That was before. Now it’s different.” Flambae shrugs. The way he always manages to turn things around should be subject of study.
Robert shakes his head with a mix of annoyance and affection, as he often does when it comes to his partner.
At least they’ve made it to the car.
“Next time I’ll do better, then,” he says, taking the passenger seat.
Flambae laughs. “I would like to see you try,” he challenges him, unaware of the storm he’s just summoned with those words: Robert’s so going to make him eat his words.