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Today was The Day when Breach finally had enough of Cypher’s sticky fingers. Enough was enough and was about to teach the rat a lesson of not touching his stuff. He stomped his way to the rat’s nest and raised his arm to bang at the door when he heard camera turning on and immediately off. The doors hissed as they opened and he stepped in to the dark room lightened only by the light from the monitors.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Cypher’s voice came from behind him and he almost jumped. How the hell he didn’t notice him? He turns around and is met with piercing blue stare of Cypher’s masked eyes. He was always curious if his real eyes were also blue. He quickly dismissed this thought because it was not why he was here right now but he was even more distracted by Cypher’s fit. He was wearing a long sleeve white linen shirt with blue floral pattern embroidered on its neckline which was deep enough to reveal his dark skin. Breach swallowed hard as suddenly his mouth gone dry, he would never expect to see Cypher revealing any part of his body willingly to anyone. And judging by his calmness he was expecting the initiator to pay him a visit. He shook his head trying to focus on his original goal.
“You stole from me, AGAIN.” He pushed the other man against the closed doors and he could hear a low whine escaping from behind the mask as sentinel’s back hit the cold metal. He knew Cypher is more than capable to turn tables around in a split second so he moved quickly and pinned his both hands above his head leaving no room for escape. He leaned closer to the masked face and stared at the smaller man with what he hoped was pure anger.
“Oh my, I have no idea what are you talking about my dear, perhaps you should check your pockets? Unless this is just an excuse to manhandle me.” He could practically hear Cypher smirk under his mask, he knew the man is full of shit but still reached with his other hand to check out his pockets. He felt something in the backside one and took the item out. This rat! There it was, his favorite Bruno buddy staring at him with his big happy grin. He could feel his blood boiling in his veins and was about to snap at the Moroccan when he felt a knee sneaking its way between his legs. He wasn’t aware how close they were, almost touching chests. He put the buddy back into his pocket and turned his attention back at the issue at hand. Cypher was looking straight at him, his hat tilted to the side, hands still in his grip. He looked almost relaxed and Breach was irked by that.
“If you don’t intend to punish me for, allegedly, taking your stuff. Which was in your pocket, just like I said, could you let off my hands?” Breach hated how smug the rat sounded and tightened his grip on his wrists.
“Don’t tempt me rat or I will wipe that grin from you face” He hissed as he leaned closer and their faces were almost touching.
“Well now my dear brute you are tempting me.” Cypher giggled as he pressed his knee against Breach’s groin and the bulkier man groaned from sudden pleasure.
“You...”
“As much as I like you pinning me against that door I can feel my hands getting numb. Please don’t damage them, it would be most inconvenient for all of us” Cypher cut him off before he could say anything else, his tone serious so Breach loosened his grip and the informant started massaging his wrists. It felt good but the pressure was too tight for his comfort and safety, he noticed Breach was still trapping him with his broad frame against the door.
“What were you about to say?”
“You are impossible… don’t take my stuff, I can overlook you steeling mechanic parts for your gadgets but don’t you dare to touch my personal belongings”. He knew he was being hypocrites because of what he had done in the past and he knew Cypher also was aware, judging by the tilt of his head.
Cypher said nothing; there was no point in putting salt at old wounds. As much as he was always tempted to have last word he wanted to have sex with the other man, not fight him. Maybe a little, one day. So he decided to play nice, at least for now. He pressed his gloved hand against Breach’s chest and moved it slowly upwards tracing the tattoo with his fingers in the process.
Breach inhaled sharply at the feeling, the other man was still quiet and it always meant he was plotting something. With the knee still between his legs and now hungry touches were against his chest he could only assume what his plan was. It was very tempting to just give up and fall into a trap if the reward was possibly, hopefully, bending the rat against his workbench and fuck him senseless. He looked deep into the mechanic eyes in front of him and he knew Cypher is most likely already seeing his thoughts and probably grinning under mask. Fuck.