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He wasn’t sure how he had gotten here, with Robert laying beneath him on his bed, but Zahir wasn’t complaining.
The man had teased him endlessly, then fucking confessed the most outlandish shit to him in his drunken stupor. He had ended up, the next night, at his apartment. They hadn’t talked about it beforehand, it was strictly an excuse from Zahir to feed him. He had told himself repeatedly it was just that. That he was fucking tired of seeing this dumbass only stuffing his face with Twinkies. No, it wasn’t the fact that he had started looking at him in a new light.
It wasn’t that he had left him food with the excuse of making too much. Or the fact that he spent every fucking moment at that bar eye fucking him. Or the fact that it’s been this way for months. And it definitely wasn’t because this dumbass confessed to him drunk.
Nope.
No, definitely not.
Alice had been the one to point it out before he had even noticed. “Bae, you are down badddd for that white boy.” She had said.
He had tried to deny it. He couldn’t be, this dispatcher, was fucking Mechaman. The very person who defiled him and locked him away for years. The very reason he missed so much of his niece growing up.
But he was also the reason he had shaped up. The reason why he realized what he was doing was bad. The reason he got help. The reason why he could actually see his sister and niece. Robert Robertson the III had shaped his life for the better.
That’s when he had realized that Alice was right. He wanted this man in his bed and his life entirely. So, when they ended up making out on his couch, he hadn’t stopped it. When they fell together, naked in bed, he leaned into it.
It was like a fire ignited in his soul, deep and hot. Burning down the very foundation of which he understood. Creating shadows that dances with the flame. His body burned with the friction and his soul ignited. The eternal flames that burned inside him reformed.
They molded around this normie. This person who had no powers, but yet encapsulated his entire being. He was fucking intoxicating and Flambae would be damned if he couldn’t have more.
He kissed Robert with an intensity he saved for few people. Tasted him and craved so, so much more. He was addicted.
Robert was trembling beneath him as he continued his ministrations and kissed him just as desperately. He kissed Flambae like he was the only person in the world. Like he would lose him if he let go.
“Fuck, Zahir please…” He whispered against Flambae’s lips.
It sent shivers down Zahir’s spine. He groaned.
“Fuck Robert, you’re doing so well. Just a little longer, okay?” He praised. Kissing him again to silence the whine.
He pumped his fingers in and out hitting that spot that made Robert come undone just a little more each time. He was unraveling just at his fingertips, and he was the cause of it. He was making Robert soften around the edges. Making him whine, moan, and beg just by his fingers alone. He would never let the man live this down.
He would never live this down because by the gods he would be lying if he said it wasn’t fucking hot.
He kissed down his trembling frame. Marking him anywhere he could. He would make the world know that he claimed Robert Robertson the fucking Third as his. That he, Flambae, had claimed The Mechaman.
He bit down on the soft flesh of his shoulder and that elicited such a delicious sound from the man beneath him. He looked up and met Robert’s eyes as he licked the mark.
His face was painted red from the flush, lips parted, and those doe eyes lidded with lust. He was gripping the pillow tightly. He was truly a sight to behold, and Zahir wanted nothing more than to embed this image into his mind. To frame it and remember it for all of eternity.
He curled his fingers in the man adding a third, so gently, as he continued to stretch him out. He moved his way down as he did to the man’s nipples. He took the pink nub into his mouth and sucked and nipped lightly. He felt Robert’s hand fly to his hair as he gasped. His grip was hard and unyielding and Flambae moaned at the pull.
“Fl…Zahir please..” Robert breathed. “Please I- nngh- I-I need you in -ahh- me.” He begged, moaning in between his words.
“Just a little more, Azizam.~” He purred, moving up to kiss him softly and Robert met him greedily.
He kissed him fervently, savoring every moan and whine the man beneath him made as he came undone further.
Robert was trembling by the time he pulled his fingers out. He shivered from the lost, meeting his eyes hungrily. Zahir would be lying if he wasn’t just as affected. He leaned back on his haunches, biting his lip as he took in the beautiful sight before him.
“Look at you.~” He purred. “You don’t even have my dick in you yet and you’re already coming undone.”
Robert glared halfheartedly at him. “It…it’s been a while…”
Zahir laughed. The airy sound filled the room and Robert stared, biting his lip.
“Are you sure it’s not just because it’s me?” He teased. He leaned forward to Robert’s ear. “Your drunken ramble last night would suggest so.”
Robert flushed brightly in embarrassment. “You remember that?”
Zahir leaned back to meet his eyes. “How could I not. You sung my praise so highly. Told me how much you have craved my touch.”
He slid his hand down his body.
“How much you wanted me, how you wanted to kiss me, have me claim you as yours.~”
He reached Robert’s leaking cock and grabbed it. Robert’s breath hitched at the sudden touch.
“I would be lying if I didn’t admit how much I wanted to take you right then and there. In front of the entire team and bar.”
Robert gasped at the jerk of his hand, back arching.
“You would have liked that, wouldn’t you? To be claimed for all to see?”
Robert shuddered, moaning. “Y-yes.”
Zahir grinned wolfishly, pulling back and grabbed the lube. He lathered it on himself and lined himself up.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure everyone knows who’s bitch you are.”
He slowly pushed in, taking a slow pace, and watched Robert’s expression. He had closed his eyes, eyebrows knit together, and his mouth was slightly agape. He bottomed out and groaned.
“Breathe Azizam.” He said tenderly when he noticed Robert not breathing.
He reached up and rubbed his thumb over his cheek. Robert’s eyes fluttered open as he gasped looking up at Flambae like he held the world.
“F-fuck, Zahir.” He gasped.
Zahir pulled out slowly and pushed back in as a test. Robert moaned gripping the bed sheets.
“Fuckkk, your so tight.” Zahir groaned out. “I’m going to start moving, let me know if it’s to much.”
“Please.” Robert breathed out. “Please I need you.”
Zahir chuckled softly, kissing his cheek. “You have me.~”
He started moving in an out, relishing in the feeling. Robert trembled beneath him, taking him in so well. Each time he would pull out Robert would loosen his grip on the sheets to only tighten them once more as Zahir pushed back in. He would raise himself slightly to meet him as Zahir went back in.
“M-more please…” He moaned out.
“Ha…” Zahir chuckled. “More what, Azizam?”
“Fuck- please, f-faster.” Robert whined out.
Zahir grinned giving him what he needed. Robert suddenly cried out back arching and Zahir continued aiming for that spot.
He reached down and interlocked their hands pulling them above Robert’s head, pinning him in place. While his other hand rested on his hip as he leaned in.
“Look at you, taking me so well~”
Zahir leaned in and sucked and nipped marks into his neck. Heating his hand on his hip, Robert arched, moaning into the heat.
“You little freak.” Zahir teased with a soft laugh. “Do you want me to mark you this way? Burn my hand into your skin?”
“Y-yes, god please!”
Zahir headed his hand, careful not to over do it, but enough to leave his handprint into the flesh. Robert moaned loudly.
“K-kiss me-”
Zahir moaned and leaned forward and claimed Robert’s lips. He felt him wrap his legs around his back, pulling him in closer and deeper, as he quickened his pace.
He had never been so affected by someone before. But Robert took his heart and claimed it as his. Took his very soul and marked it with his own. They were intertwined by fate, by body, and by soul. He loved this stupid dispatcher with his entire being. He wanted to take care of him, feed him, and fuck him into oblivion every chance he got.
He was everything to Zahir, past and all. Their history made it deeper. Meant that they shared the same guilt. It wasn’t easy at first and Zahir had been bitter. But once he let go, once he learned to forgive, he wanted nothing more than to be by Robert’s side.
“Ah- Z-Zahir!” Robert moaned his name and it drove him mad. He quickened his pace.
He gasped pulling back, feeling the heat pool in his stomach.
“F-fuck-” He shook, head bowed. “I-I’m close, Robert I-I’m close.”
“C-cum in me.” He gasped out. “Please I n-need- ah- you to-”
Zahir pressed in harder. Leaning down and crashed their lips together desperately. He felt Robert arch more off the bed, before he cried out his name as he came. Zahir pulled back to see his expression, before the heat pooled further, and he was cumming in Robert with a cry.
He put his forehead against Robert’s panting. They stayed that way for a while, interlocked together, and just catching their breath.
Zahir slowly pulled out, getting up, and going into the bathroom to start a bath. He walked back into the room and grinned. Robert still had his legs apart, cum leaked from his ass, and he had his eyes closed as he caught his breath. Thoroughly fucked out.
“Come on bitch, let’s getting you cleaned up.”
Zahir came over and lifted him off the bed and laughed at the noise that came out of the brunette. Robert hit him lightly and shook his head, but a small smile graced his lips.
Zahir kissed the corner of his mouth before lowering him into the bath and getting in behind him. Robert groaned at the warmth and leaned back into his chest.
He started gently massaging his shoulders, heating his hands to work through the kinks and Robert only melted more. Sighing contentedly.
“If this is what it’s going to be like every time, then please fuck me more.”
Zahir huffed a laugh. “It doesn’t just have to just be after I fuck you, but I’ll happily take you up on that.”
Robert stiffened turning his head up to look at him. “What do you mean?”
“That I can do this anytime if you want me to.”
Robert blinked and stared.
“What, bitch?” Zahir stopped, shoulders raising defensively.
“Nothing. I just…” He frowned, chewing his bottom lip. “I didn’t know if you would want more than this… more than just sex… especially after…” He trailed off, eyes landing on his three fingered hand
“Oh my god, Bob-Bob.” He sighed dramatically. “It’s not like I haven’t been dropping hints to you for fucking months now. Of course I want this to be more. I want to cook you food, for your malnourished ass. To take care of you after hard days. To fuck you silly at the end of the night, while also being able to sleep next to you. To have that fat ass dog of yours here and his things steadily flood my apartment.”
He turned his head to fully look at him.
“I am head over heels for your normie ass. Even after everything we’ve gone through, I want you to be mine. So yeah, I want it to be more than this.”
Robert studied his face before he was grinning. Zahir stared in surprise and flushed at the expression he hasn’t ever seen on this usually deadpanned man.
“Aw you like my ass.” Robert teased and cackled as Zahir shoved him away by his face.
They settled back into each other, and Zahir wrapped his arms around Robert, as they sat in comfortable silence.
“I…” Robert began. “I think I would like that.”
Zahir smiled and nuzzled into him, the happiest he’s been in a long time.
”Zahir…?” Robert called as he traced his hand.
Zahir hummed.
“I…I um… wasn’t actually drunk when I confessed to you…”
Zahir short circuited. He stared at the back of Robert’s head, before laughing hard.
“Even better.” He laughed out. Kissing him passionately.
This man had been completely vulnerable with him despite the past. Alcohol may have emboldened him, but he had told him what he wanted and Zahir fell for him even harder for that.
“God I could just take you again for that.” He purred.
Robert turned and straddled him with a grin, water sloshing over the edge.
“Please do.~”
Yes, he was definitely the happiest he’s ever been.