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He hadn’t been out of the breakroom for more than five minutes before Two ton 21 cornered him, grabbing him by the collar of his uniform and pinning him against the wall.
“Again. Tell me your number.”
“86–“
“Wrong!”
The cool steel edge of 21’s retractable blade shaved the stubble off the henchman’s Adam’s apple as it bobbed nervously.
“S-sorry. It’s been my number for a while now, so–“
“Not what I asked.” 21’s fist tightened, twisting the fabric of the henchman’s uniform and yanking him up, nearly nose-to-nose. “What. Is. Your. Number.”
“87! It’s 87 now!” 87 put his hands up in a trembling surrender.
21 bared his teeth, snorting into 87’s face like an angry bull. So close the smaller henchman could smell the beer on his breath.
“It’s 87, sir.” 21 gritted out.
87 nodded vigorously. “Yes, sir! Sorry, sir!”
“And don’t forget it, grunt.” 21’s grip loosened, and 87’s heels touched the ground again. The smaller henchman took a tentative step back, putting some distance between them, and 21 looked him over. His eyes stopped halfway down 87’s trembling body at the henchman’s hands stuffed into his pockets.
“You got something to hide?”
“N-no, sir.” 87 shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, hands pulling halfway out of his pockets as his body hunched forward. “S-s-see? Nothing.”
21 looked up at 87’s sweating and suspiciously flushed face and narrowed his eyes at the obviously lying henchman. “All the way out. Let me see your hands.”
“But…”
“Now!”
He watched 87 flinch at his tone, then lift his trembling hands from his pockets, nearly folding himself in half as he raised his palms in surrender.
“Stand up straight.” There was a hint of laughter in 21’s voice, unable to hide his amusement at 87’s exaggerated posture. He cleared his throat and used the Two Ton 21 voice again. “You want kitchen duty on top of yard work? Because I’ll give you both.”
There was desperation in 87’s eyes as he slowly straightened himself out, all the while spewing a frantic stammering explanation. “Look, it’s not what you think! It’s just the adrenaline, sir, I swear! Please, don’t hurt me, please! It’s not like that, okay?! Please believe me, and please don’t tell the guys about this!”
21 stood there in confusion, listening to the low-rank ramble, until he caught sight of the tent in the man’s shorts, and it all made sense. He almost laughed. What kind of fool gets a hardon from being cornered like a prey animal?
The slick metallic sound of 21’s blades being unsheathed caused 87’s bulge to twitch. He was a fool who was into being a prey animal, apparently, and Two Ton 21 could play the predator pretty damn well.
21 leaned in and 87 leaned away until his back made contact with the wall again, and he was caged in by a pair of bulging forearms on either side of his head. One of those muscled arms moved to place the tip of his blade against the underside of 87’s quivering chin. He continued to lean in until the smaller hench could feel the heat of his breath against his ear as he murmured into it. “That for me?”
“Uh… Do you want it to be? Ah!” The blade nicked 87’s chin as he spoke, and he could have sworn he saw a brief flash of concern on 21’s face. The blade sprung back inside its sheath, and 21 turned his wrist to swipe a drop of blood from 87’s chin with his thumb. He pulled back, making sure the grunt could watch him as he sucked the blood off his glove. 87 shivered. He swallowed hard, and turned toward 21, brushing their noses together.
The kiss was sudden, but surprisingly soft. 87 was shocked by it. Not that 21 had kissed him, but that he’d kissed him so tenderly. He’d expected something harsh, something bruising and full of aggression and teeth, but this? This was almost uncomfortably intimate.
87 sucked in a sharp breath through his nose at the feeling of 21’s hand bumping his thigh, fumbling to find his erection without looking, and when he found it, the resulting grunt was muffled between the two henchmen’s locked lips. 21 gave 87’s cock a gentle squeeze, swiping his thumb back and forth over the outline of his cock head through the uniform shorts, and 87’s legs nearly gave out. 21 looped his arm around him, catching him before he could fall. 87’s moans and whimpers vibrated against his prodding tongue. This guy was so damn sensitive and it was driving him crazy.
21 broke the kiss just as suddenly as he’d started it, grabbed 87 by the wrist, and dragged the man down the hallway. Nervous excitement tickled their bellies as they passed through the henchman’s quarters without a word. 21 stopped them at his door, opened it, and swung 87 inside his room. He had the lower-rank pressed up against the wall before he could speak, finally kissing him with the ferocity he’d expected in the first place. It was only natural that 87 would sling his arms around 21’s neck, and wrap a leg around him to press their hips together for a little friction.
21 growled into 87’s mouth. He bit his lip roughly, causing the smaller man to yelp in surprise. 21 stepped back, observing how wrecked 87 already looked as he spoke. “Did I give you permission to touch me, scrub?”
“I… I just thought…”
21 crossed his arms and shook his head. “Disrobe.” 87 began pulling off his boots, but 21 stopped him to add, “Cowls and masks stay on.” then continued to watch him strip.
87 stood nude, still trembling and hard. He looked suddenly bashful, like he wanted to cover himself.
Smirking, 21 removing his own clothes as he approached. He saved the gloves for last, taking them off and holding them up so 87 could watch him drop them. As if to demonstrate that he was still very much a threat, even unarmed, he ran his hand up 87’s chest to settle against his throat. His fingers pressed in, not hard enough to actually choke, but hard enough to get the smaller man’s pulse pounding and prove a point.
Two Ton 21, the “living legend” as 87 had called him, pressed his stubbly cheek against 87’s face and whispered a low warning into his ear. “You’re gonna do as I say, or I’ll throw your ass out in the hallway naked. Got it?”
Panting, 87 nodded. The grip on his throat tightened, and for a split second he started to panic as he was yanked away from the wall and shoved onto the bed.
“Good. Now here’s the deal. You be a good boy for me, and listen real well, and I’ll let you play hooky in the sick bay while the others do field duty.” 21 spun his finger in the air. “Flip over. Ass up.”
“Yes, sir.” 87 was breathless. He did as he was told, and got on his hands and knees, and watched anxiously as 21 fished a bottle of clear liquid out of his nightstand drawer. He watched 21’s hard cock bob as he approached the bed and stood with his erection at eye level. 21 cupped his cheek in his warm palm, and he sighed, nuzzling into it.
21’s thumb traced 87’s lower lip, coaxing his mouth open’ and his tongue slipped out to taste the larger man’s skin. He gasped. “You wanna taste my cock, don’t you?”
87’s cheek quivered against his palm. “Y-yes, sir. Please, sir.”
21 replaced his thumb on 87’s lips with the tip of his leaking cock, and 87 pressed an eager kiss to it, groaning at the flavor.
“Fuck.” 21 huffed. “That’s so nice.” He bucked his hips, spreading the man’s lips with his cockhead, and pressing into his warm mouth. 87’s tongue swirled around him. He pulled back, hollowing his cheeks to suck firmly on the tip, then pressed forward, taking him to the back of his throat.
“Holy fuck. You… you’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
“Mmhmmm.”
His answer vibrated around 21’s cock, causing him to throw his head back and swear at the ceiling.
“Ugh, you’re a little slut aren’t you?” 21 rasped out, and 87 answered him with a long, low hum that sent him reeling.
“Shit. Oh my god. You are a slut. You’re my slut now, 87. Are you gonna be a good boy, and let me fuck you raw?”
“Mph.” 87’s hands left the bed before he could think, and grabbed hold of 21’s meaty thighs. There was a moment of pause, just long enough for him to realize he’d fucked up, before 21 had him flat on his back with his hands pinned above his head, teeth bared, and huffing into his face.
“I gave you an order, scrub. What was that order?”
Truthfully, 87 couldn’t even remember what he’d been told ten minutes ago. His mind was far too clouded by lust and fear to retain the information.
“Uh… not to touch you?”
“Unless given permission to. Good job.”
He’d guessed correctly. Hallelujah.
“And did I give you permission?”
87 gulped. “N-no?”
“You’re damn right I didn’t.” 21’s grip tightened painfully on 87’s wrists and he winced. “Am I going to have to teach you how to follow orders?”
“Please.” The word came out more breath than voice, and he squirmed in 21’s grip.
“Next order, spread your legs.”
“Yes, sir.” 87 did exactly as he was told, spreading his legs wide, and 21 climbed in between them. He lowered himself until both of their bellies touched. He gathered 87’s wrists into one hand, and with the other, he pressed 87’s chin to tilt his head back. 21 kissed his jaw, from chin to ear, then rolled the bottom of his cowl up to kiss and nibble down his neck, stopping along the way to bite and suck dark bruises into his flesh.
Breathy moans spilled from the smaller henchman’s lips as his superior attacked him with lips, tongue and teeth. 21’s free hand roamed the smaller man’s body. Down his soft chest, his round belly, stopping short of his aching cock just to glide back up and settle on a nipple, rolling and pinching it between his thumb and finger.
Desperately, 87 chanted a plea. “Please, please, please..” His head, thrashing side to side.
“Please, what?”
“Please, sir.”
21 sighed, a little exasperated. “Please, sir, what?” This guy wasn’t the brightest.
“Please, sir, touch my dick. Please, please, I can’t take it.” 87 arched his back, and succeeded in tapping their tips together. “Guh!” He grunted, hips twitching frantically to steal as much stimulation as possible.
The thought of chastising him occurred briefly, but 21 shook his head in amusement and decided to humor 87 instead, wrapping a hand around both of their stiff cocks and squeezing them together. This earned him another loud grunt, and more frantic bucking. The slide of their precum-soaked cocks against one another was almost too delicious to stop, but 21 had bigger plans, and couldn’t risk either of them finishing too soon.
“Ah! Please!” 87’s hips rose, chasing after 21’s touch as he withdrew it.
“Damn, you want it bad, don’t you? Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you.”
“Fuck, I want it so bad. Please! Please fuck me, sir, please!” 87 flopped an arm over his face, embarrassed at his own neediness.
21 let go of 87’s wrists and snapped his fingers. “On your belly. Ass up!”
87 flipped over so fast he just barely caught a glimpse of 21 picking the lube bottle up off the table, and popping the cap.
The bed sank as 21 crawled back on, kneeling behind his subordinate’s eagerly presented ass. He chuckled quietly at the way 87 flinched when the cool liquid dribbled down his crack. He coated his own cock with lube, then teased 87’s hole with one slick finger. He listened carefully to the hisses and huffs from the smaller man as he worked in one finger, then two, then spread them apart to stretch him out.
21 leaned over 87’s back, kissing up his spine and over his shoulder until he was breathing hot into his ear. “You’re doing so good. You think you’re ready for me?”
“Yessss, please.” 87 whined.
21’s fingers stopped. He froze, waiting to hear the rest of it.
P-please, sir.”
Thick fingers withdrew, and 87 was empty. 21’s blunt tip replaced his fingers, pushing in, stretching him. Gloriously painful, intense, and filling. His eyes watered, squeezing shut, and he panted loud through his teeth.
21 leaned forward to kiss his neck, nuzzling him with his rough stubbled cheek as he murmured into his ear how good he felt, and how well he took him. He paused halfway to pull out, and push back in, meeting less resistance as 87’s body relaxed around him. He let his hands wander over the smaller man’s soft belly, and whispered, “I wanna breed you so bad.” He’d regretted it as soon as it slipped out, biting his lip and wincing in embarrassment.
“Fuck!” 87 gritted out the curse through clenched teeth. “I’d let you do it if it were possible!”
“Really?” 21 sounded surprised.
“I’d let you breed the fuck out of me!” 87 was actively pushing back against him now, taking him to the base. “Oh fuck. I’d let you use me like a fuckin’ brood mare!”
21 was still for a few moments, allowing the other man time to adjust, and thinking about the words he’d just spoken. “That’s… actually really hot.” It was a private fantasy he’d never meant to expose, but seeing 87 so into it was gratifying as fuck.
“Please just fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.”
21 didn’t bother scolding him this time for his lack of formal address. He’d been such a good boy, he deserved to have his needs met. 21 huffed as he started to move. Once he worked up to a steady pace, he slid a hand down 87’s belly until he found his cock, and stroked him to match the rhythm of his own cock pumping in and out of him.
21 leaned over, pulling the cowl back with his teeth to lick the edge of 87’s ear, and panting hot nonsense into it. ”You take me so good. Goddamn… You’re doing amazing. You little slut. My little slut. Fuck. Fuuuuck. Oh my god.”
87 pitched forward, face pressed into the mattress to dampen the sounds coming from him. His fingers gripped the magenta sheets as he was rocked by 21’s increasingly aggressive thrusts. The burn of being stretched eased by the ecstasy of being stroked until the dam finally broke, and he came with a hoarse shout, coating 21’s hand and the sheets with cum. The rhythmic clenching of his insides tipped 21 over the edge, and he threw his head back with a groan as he filled him.
The two henchmen panted hard. 21 gave a couple weak thrusts before sliding out, and flopping onto his side, dragging 87 down with him. To 87’s surprise, he was wrapped protectively in a pair of muscular arms. He blinked, dazed. He’d kind of expected 21 to kick him out immediately. Tell him to get back to his duties, and be done with him. Instead, this legendary juggernaut of a henchman was kissing his sweaty forehead and stroking his back soothingly.
“Hey.” 21 leaned back to look 87 in the eyes, or what he could see of them through the red goggles. “You okay? Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Uh…” 87 was so taken aback by the sudden tenderness that he struggled for words. “I’m… I mean, no. Yes? Um…”
The concern was evident on 21’s face. “Aw man. You gotta tell me if I hurt you, okay? We probably should have discussed all that first. I wasn’t thinking. Here…” He untangled himself from the smaller henchman and climbed over him. “I’ll clean us up. You want anything? Water?”
“Water, please. Uh, Sir…”
21 returned to the bed with a cup of water, a pack of wet wipes, a dry washcloth, and a small first aid kit. “You don’t have to call me Sir anymore. It’s cool.”
87 accepted the water, and sipped it quietly watched 21 clean him up. Once again, things had taken an oddly intimate turn, but he decided he didn’t really mind it. He kind of liked it, actually.
21 popped open the first aid kid and sprayed a cotton ball with antiseptic. “Chin up.” He tapped 87’s jaw, and jerked his own head up for emphasis. The cut on his chin wasn’t deep, thankfully. Just a scratch.
87 swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Um…” He hesitated.
“Yeah?” 21 stopped dabbing at the cut on his chin, and raised a brow.
“You, uh… you’re not gonna tell the guys I’m…” 87 lowered his voice, putting a hand up to shield his mouth unnecessarily. “That I, you know… bat for the other team?”
“That you’re gay?” 21 put it bluntly, not faltering a bit in the meticulous care he was taking in applying a bandage to 87’s chin. “Nah, that’s your business. I won’t tell anyone. Promise.”
“Wow, you’re so cool, man. I just…” 87’s face broke into a wide smile. He bit his lip, finding the right words. “I’m glad I got to know you better. And I won’t tell anyone either. That uh… that you’re gay.”
“Bisexual, actually.” 21 corrected. “ and I don’t give a fuck if anyone knows it.”
Any remaining tension exited 87’s body in a big sigh. He gasped, melting into the mattress as 21’s lips brushed his throat, trailing soft kisses down to his collarbone where he lapped at his sweat-salty skin. The sheets were pulled back, and 21 nestled under them, holding his swooning subordinate against his broad chest.
Sleep was creeping in fast. Both henchmen’s breaths slowed, and eyes closed. In his exhausted, sleep-husky voice, 87 asked an important question.
“Can you tell me more about Ogopogo?”