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The match was over before it started, I don't know who pissed in Ann's cereal this morning but she's taking it out on us.
All the hunters have very different styles of hunting, being stuck in this place for so long you start to grow accustomed to it. It’s pretty nice knowing if you should lay back and relax or fight for your life. So, when Helena pressed down her cane revealing the hunter, Matthias sighed in relief.
Ann is very careful, deliberate, handling situations with caution. But, she’s also not the type to try so hard. Shes not aggressive like Ithaqua where every second feels like a battle against gravity, his long axe tearing deep into skin leaving a lingering reminder for weeks.
She’s more relaxed than most hunters, like bored. She doesn’t try too hard for a for a four man, and she doesn’t spend time hogging up dungeon for that last juicy kill. Almost like she wants to get her matches over with like most of us, letting fate take its corse.
But today was different, im not sure what happened over at the hunters side but whatever it was left the Disciple more aggressive than they would’ve expected.
A loud ringing sound echos through the map, “Already?” Matthias thinks aloud. He’s barely touched his cipher and Helena is already trying to struggle out from Ann’s grasp. Terror shocks aren’t really common with Ann, she doesn’t seek them out and when it does happen she looks at you with mild amusement before leaving you to bleed.
How odd.
Matthias doesn’t pay much attention on it though, he has a job to do, and it’s saving our only decoder. Which again, shouldn’t be too difficult against Ann.
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Is what the brunet initially thought before failing his rescue.
He’s not too sure what happened, but before he could even get partially close to the girls chair there was a cat jumping on him then hunter soon after, stunning him in place before giving a harsh wack to the head. The swing made him dizzy, so dizzy he didn’t recognize the tall figure lunging towards the cat guarding the char he was currently running into. Stunning him again before the brunet even had the thought of using Louis.
He holds his bleeding head looking up at the girl with apologetic eyes, well. Eye. The decoder shares his gaze, equally remorseful. There’s no room for anger when you’re both equally as shocked.
“Stay put, im coming!”
A cheerful voice exclaims, Lily runs with a gleeful expression stretched across her face sending a glimmer of hope for the two injured survivors. Ann sends a cat her way, but the cheerleader easily dodges it and flywheels towards the chair. The girl canceling both stuns made the disciple more mad than she was originally, so she waits. Even though she wants nothing more than to rip into these survivors and see their blood splatter.
She’s patient calculating, this annoying girl won’t make a fool of her. And she’s going to make sure of it.
Another bell rings through the map, another terror shock.
“Man are you kidding me!?” Lily pouts, clearly upset. I mean, who can blame her? This was the last thing they were expecting from this match. The worst would be a bad pop, but this? Matthias feels the tension coil in his gut. Three people downed this early, and against Ann out of all the hunters, it’s the kind of match you expect to laugh about later, not silently panic over!
The hunter picks him up first, probably out of fear that he’ll heal up and redeem his rescue. What she doesn’t know is that the brunet was too stunned to begin bandaging his abused head. As he was picked up with a harsh, stinging grip Matthias spots a fluff of blond hair jumping from behind the heated disciple, rescuing Helena right in the nick of time.
That glimmer of hope ignites back into him, god bless his boyfriends fast thinking. Whenever Mike in the team, there’s always a chance of winning. Well, not exactly the case for this one.
The match stays like this for a while, a fight to get people off chairs while dodging cats that seem impossible too. In the end, Helena died, and Lily’s over half and about to join the other back in the manor. This leaving a half injured Mike and Matthias who’s one trip away from death.
Luckily, for them the aggravated hunter seemed to have lost them. Seeking cover, they hide behind walls near a tent. Breath‘s heavy and panting from running, with just five ciphers remaining their chances of winning are none, but unbeknownst to the puppeteer, Mike has an idea!
“We should just surrender Mike, we’re just sitting ducks. We have no chance..” Matthias slumps back against a cipher, clutching his bleeding side, the burn of the wound only half as sharp as the weight of defeat settling in his chest
Mike, on the other hand, doesn’t look nearly as crushed. There’s a sly spark in his eyes, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk Matthias knows all too well. “We could do that,” he says slowly, leaning forward like he’s about to share a secret, “Orrr…”
Matthias narrows his gaze, a wary knot forming in his stomach. “Or?”
Mike’s grin widens, mischief dripping from every syllable.
"Or, we can just have sex."
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" WHAT?! " Matthias snaps his head toward him so fast he nearly pulls something in his neck. “What do you mean by that!?” he hisses, eyes wide, voice pitching higher than intended.
Mike, ever unbothered, shrugs like he just suggested grabbing coffee. “Think about it! It’ll totally throw her off matty! No one’s prepared for survivors going at it in the middle of a match, you never know, this might get us the tie.”
Matthias stares, momentarily forgetting the bleeding wound in his side. “That’s your plan? Confuse the hunter with… pornography ?”
“Distraction,” Mike corrects, holding up a finger like this is some tactical masterstroke.
“Můj úhel, I love you but this is insane..” Matthias mutters, absolutely against the idea.
“Come onnn, let me show you a good time!” Mike’s grin only widens, that dangerous spark in his eyes saying he’s already decided. Before Matthias can form another protest, the blond steps forward, close enough that Matthias can smell the faint tang of sweat and adrenaline clinging to him. The sounds of the match fade into the background, just the pounding of his own heartbeat as Mike tilts his head with a maddening confidence.
Then suddenly, Matthias gulps seeing the blonde drop down to his knees, eye darting from side to side feeling the paranoia of getting caught being so intimate fill his senses. Anxiety mixed with arousal makes his dick embarrassingly twitch in his confinement, the action unfortunately doesn’t go unnoticed by his boyfriend, who’s currently pulling down said pants.
“Excited already? I didn’t know you were such an expositionist matty.” Mike has a shit eating smirk across his face as he teases the brunet. Matthias goes bright red at this, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Oh hush! I am not!” His eyes dart back down at the male, but as soon as their gaze meet he immediately regrets it. The scene makes the puppeteer’s breath hitch, Mike on his knees, cheek resting against his thigh with big mismatched eyes catching his own. Stupid, cocky grin and a hand dangerously close to his covered erection.
He lets out a heavy breath, struggling to tear his eye away. Wanting to look at anything else but the erotic act in front of him. But he just can’t, Mike is too captivating for the brunet to look away from. His beautiful boyfriend on his knees, just for him.
Augh—! What is he thinking? His dignity is on the line here!
Unable to cast his gaze aside, he settles for closing them instead. “Mike please , t-this is a bad idea..” his voice is as shaky as his hands, his hands that move to grip the cipher he’s laying against instead of pulling the other away. Matthias could so easily just pull his pants back up, stop Mike and surrender themselves. He can put an end to this at anytime he wants, but he won’t. Because he doesn’t want to, he wants this.
And they both know that.
“If it’s such a bad idea,, why aren’t you stopping me? Hm? ” Mike snickers moving to press gentle kisses against fabric covering his hard length. Sensitive, it twitches once more, as if awarding the acrobat. It stays like this for awhile, kisses against the puppeteer and a hand smoothing up and down on his thigh. Sometimes teasing the hem of his waistband or tickling skin, until Mike got bored of the repetitive movements. Wanting to move on he aims for something that will get him a reaction for sure.
The warm suction on his member jolts Matthias making him groan, his eyes shoot open to find the cause of this sudden sensation and he’s met with Mike. Licking and suckling against his underwear, looking up at him with such lust .
Whispered moans fall from the brunet’s lips like a confession he can’t quite contain, trembling and soft. Rocking his hips into the warmth trying to chase the feeling, but every thrust just leaves him eager, wanting something more intense.
“Mikey, need— more..” His voice is frayed at the edges, heavy with urgency. His breaths come quick and uneven, each one brushing against the quiet like a plea. Then his gaze locks with Mike’s, wide and searching, as if the answer to that need might be found in the depths of his eyes alone.
“Now that’s no way to ask, where have your manners gone Matthias?” The acrobat evilly chuckles under his breath, lips murmuring on his erection causes the brunet to cry. Erratically bucking his hips to chase the feeling, the moment is unfortunately shortly lived with Mikes hands harshly pressing against his hips to a stop.
“Matthias,” He warns, that stern look on his face makes the brunet tear up. Mikes seriousness mixed with his eagerness to free himself from his imprisonment, he doesn’t want his Mike to be mad at him, he just wants to cum. His mind is a lustful haze of want and dizziness, his mouth is open with hot puffs of air, he takes a moment to compose himself enough to respond.
“‘Mm ssorry,“ His speech is slurred. “ Please..” he finally gets out, eye half lidded feeling too heavy to lift at the moment.
“Please what matty?” Mike pushes, moving to repeat the same suckling and licking action that drives the other wild.
“Pluh— Kurva—! Please Mikey,, aughhh , please suck ah — suck my dick pleaseee —!” Matthias begs with drool threatening to fall from the corner of his mouth, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, he looks utterly and completely pathetic. And Mike loves it.
“Now thats my good boy matty~” He teases and the puppeteer cries, shutting his eyes, turning away in embarrassment. He acts like he hates the pet name but they both know how hard he gets when he hears it fall from the blonde velvety mouth.
Long fingers play with his waistband, causing more desperate pleas to fall from his lips. The sound sends jolts of pleasure to the acrobats own erection, but thats something they’ll deal with later, the only thing the blond is focused on is making this puppeteer cum.
After a minute of teasing his boxers are finally pooling around his ankles, dick springing out. Red and needy for touch, beads of pre already leaking out of him like a broken hose. It’s so perfect, not to big but long enough to give him a challenge. Mike likes to joke it was built just for him, but even jokes have some truth to them. All of Matthias was perfectly made, all for the blonde to cherish.
“Such a pretty dick baby, you’re such a pretty boy..” Mike breathes out before giving a long lick from base to the tip, the action leaves the brunet absolutely breathless. The acrobats hands move to hold firm on his hands preventing any movement makes him want to scream. Especially with the blonde’s lips, littering open mouth kissing along the base. Hot, wet, and erotic. Matthias wants nothing more than to yank Mikes hand and slip into his wet heat, so instead he cries, letting salty tears flow down his face.
“Mikey please, god— please please your mouth..” he hiccups, praying, hoping the acrobat would give him some mercy.
“I am using my mouth, silly~”
And how dumb is he for assuming he would, his wails get even louder at the response, stomping his feet like he’s having a tantrum. The reaction makes Mike laugh, and Matthias doesn’t take too kindly to that.
“You know what I mean!” He yelps, sick and tired. There’s no doubt in his mind Ann didn’t hear him if she was near, but he couldn’t care less now. Only thing occupying his head is the sweet release his boyfriend is preventing him from getting.
“Hey, don’t get sassy with me.” Mike pulls back completely, in response the brunet throws his head back in frustration. Thrusting his hips into nothingness in hopes of catching that warmth again.
“You know what to do matt.” He beckons eyes meeting glossy ones, Matthias gulps trying to compose himself once again to respond accordingly and not just babble in coherent apologies. But as the words hung loosely on his tongue he feels a familiar wet feeling sinking down his length. Suddenly Mikes mouth is swallowing him whole, and the brunet has never been more grateful.
He babbles messy thank you s in his mother tongue, moans and whines let themselves free, Matthias, too immersed in pleasure to keep holding them back. Right now there’s no match, no Ann, just him and his amazing boyfriend in a dance of lust and love.
Soon enough the blonde’s hands ease from Matthias’s, settling them on his thighs to hold himself up better. The puppeteer saw his opportunity from there, and took it. Skinny hands move to grip on blonde locks, moving the other to his will. The tightness of his throat when he chokes around him, the wet slobber that drips down to the ground, the sound of gagging. Everything is too much, too good too erotic filling his senses.
“ Můj bože Mikey, feel uhhhggg soo goooodd ~”
He groans aloud, thrusting into Mikes wet cavern, matching his rhythm to chase ecstasy. Not only he can feel his release coming up soon, the purple glowing where his heart is beats faster, he’s not the only one who’s close.
Panicked, the brunet tries to pull the acrobat off of him, but to no avail. His hands are frantic, pulling pleading against his own pleasure hard, but not hard enough. Mike’s mouth, the wetness, the heat mixed with the cool breeze reminding him of the outside world. The heavy steps of another being behind them, just a few steps away from uncovering their unholy act. The thought gets him surprisingly excited, the thought of being caught with his pants down. It’s both embarrassing and hot, fuck, maybe he is a expositionist.
And without warning, he finally releases inside of his boyfriend’s mouth. Orgasm rippling through him like fireworks, his whimpers quickly turn into screams as he creams. Him thrusting frantic and his knees buckling under his weight, too sensitive to hold himself up on his own he quickly moves his hands to support himself up on the cipher again.
Pulling out from the softening member, Mike, after coughing a bit, manages to swallow down the rest of the brunet’s salty cum, Smiling gently at the other with eyes that glimmer with of love and adoration. It never fails to make Matthias smile back, the aftershocks leaving them feeling more affectionate than they usually are.
Matthias’s eye is wet with stray tears sticking to his long, bottom lashes, his face a pretty pink Mike wants nothing more than to leave pepper kisses all over him, but a loud meow startled him before he could even think about getting up from the ground.
The two turn to face an astonished hunter, mouth agape as she fumbles to cover both cat’s eyes with a hand. Her expression twists into pure disgust, like she’s stumbled onto something she’ll never be able to scrub from her memory.
But before either of them could say anything, their vision goes pitch black.
The hunter has surrendered.