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*I saw him, and i knew it was love at first sight. It didn't matter, even when i fought him in a burning mall and took his fingers. Even when i sent him to jail with a mangled hand and the loss of pride, I couldn't help but find the man captivating and watching the man's every moment became a hobby. And as Mecha Man, hacking was a skill i was glad to learn.*
Robert sat straight, staring at his laptop screen. He watched as his beloved Flambae tried to be a hero. Fighting, saving, never killing a single civilian on purpose.
His hand slid under his sweat's waistband, lightly teasing himself through the thin fabric of his boxers, increasing the pace as he started stroking his length.
The pace became faster the longer he watched Flambae become progressively more violent on camera. He could feel his dick throbbing with pleasure while he fucked his hand.
"F-fuck.. such a good boy for me.. that's it, yes burn them.."
With a loud moan and an increased pace, he came all over his hand, letting out a soft curse.
Unfortunately, unlike his wishes, it wasn't Flambae stroking him. Probably even never would be. Who was he kidding? That man wanted Mecha Man dead. Even if that was what had him turned on, it was still death on sight.
Fortunately, he did know all of his hobbies outside of work. Mostly clubs and bars, trying to pick up guys. So going to meet him as Robert Robertson was simple.
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Location: Eagle LA
Date: sunday april 19th
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Robert dresses up in casual clothes. A black t-shirt and navy jeans. He had the idea to go to the same gay bar Flambae often frequented.
It wouldn't be hard, really. Robert was his exact type. Short, lean yet muscular, brown hair and brown puppy eyes. Seriously, a quick look through the bar's cameras had him seeing every guy he picked up and what they looked like.
The man entered the bar, immediately feeling unfamiliar yet ready to get a few minutes minimum next to the fiery asshole.
Now, spotting a 6'4 fireball in a crowd was the easy part. The hard part, though? Either approach him, or wait for Flambae to approach him
So he picked the latter and sat at the bar, ordering a whiskey sour, swirling it around the glass.
A few mens approached him, but the most he did was flirt before turning them down as soon as they asked to bring him back to their place.
Now, he was bi, but when it came to mens? He was extremely picky. His type? Flambae. The only man he's been obsessed with for 5 years.
He had two options if the plan didnt work.
First, fake his downfall as Mecha Man and join SDN to become his dispatcher, or lead Flambae To his appartment and keep him there.
Robert wasnt ashamed to admit he had enough sedatives to subdue supers for days, and restraining fireproof cuffs to keep him handcuffed.
Yes, he had prepared in advance, so what? Better be safe than sorry.
He waited for what felt like hours, when it was only really around 15 minutes.
"Hey cutie. Come 'round here often? Never seen you here before.." A low grumble came from the fiery man, Robert's length twitching against his boxers.
Jackpot.
He looked him up and down. The hot headed hero was dressed in a *very* revealing mesh shirt, and skin tight ripped black jeans. The outfit practically screaming "Fuck me!". And god, did that make Robert want to fuck him bent over the bar.
His eyes shone a deep and rich amber, and his usually tied hair was undone, his dark locks framing his face and highlighting his features.
"Not really, i kinda wanted to just.. try something new, i guess? What about you?" He spoke, voice teasing and uncharacteristically flirting back.
A low chuckle emated out from the man's throat, sending shivers down Robert's spine.
"Let's just say.. im quite popular in bars like this. And today, you're the lucky guy who gets to come back home with me."
He immediately grinned... This was his chance to touch him after so long. And before he could register the words, his tongue spoke for him, spreading a large smirk across his face.
"Oh yeah? And what makes you think i would want to leave with you, handsome?"
"Well, it's simple. I am the hottest one in here. Litteraly. And you're decent enough."
"Well, maybe I'll see if you're right about that, hm? Lead the way, hothead."
Flambae grabbed his wrist, dragging him out of the bar and towards his car.
Now, he wasn't much of a car guy himself, but he could recognize that it was a pontiac firebird, and older but still expensive beauty he loved seeing Flambae take care of.
And to our little perverted Robert, he badly wanted to get banged in the backseat.
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The moment they got back to his appartment, they had their lips colliding together in a messy tangle. Flambae's tongue prodes at his mouth, asking for permission, to which he immediately obliged.
He grinded his hips up against the former villain, groaning into his mouth. The intensity of it all had him almost creaming his pants on the spots.
"Fuck.. you're gorgeous.." Flambae muttered, his hands slipping down to grip his hips, the warmth only adding to the already torturous pleasure he was enduring.
Their hands danced over each other's bodies, soft noises filling the room as Flambae shoved him down onto the couch, tugging at his clothes.
Once Robert's clothes were off, and he was satisfied enough, he began tracing the scars littered across his chest and slowly leaning to lick trails along the bulging tissue.
Robert gasped, his hands moving to grip Flambae's hair, curling the strands around his fingers. "F-fuck... Flambae.. Dont stop..~" He moaned, before realising the mistake he'd made..
The warmth on top of him faded in an instant, as the man got back on alert.
"How do you know my name?" He growled, eyes narrowed and staring into Robert's pathetic puppy eyes.
Fortunately for him, he was great at lying. "The bartender told me.. and plus, it doesn't take a genius to realise you're one of the reformed hero on tv."
To his surprise, it was just that simple because Flambae's glare softened, before he sighed.
"Dont.. dont moan that name, it sounds.. weird. Just call me Chad."
Of course, Robert knew already, he even knew his real native name was Nahir. But obviously, he couldn't blow his cover now. Not before at least fucking that perfect fat ass and watch as that dirty mouth sucked him off like a good boy.
"Alright, well, Chad. How about you shut up and let me fuck you already, hm?" He purred, watching as Flambae grinned and stripped down naked.
Holy shit. He felt his mouth go dry at the sight.
Not only was he built like a greek god, but he was hung like a horse! Thank god Robert was topping, otherwise he'd probably would get his ass ripped in half.
"So eager, aren't you~?" He sneered, sinking down on all four, his pretty bubble butt up in the air. It was almost like he was just begging to get railed.
In an instant, Robert had stripped himself, and slowly started stroking himself, before aligning himself with Chad's puckered up hole.
As soon as his tip breached the reddened rim
He moaned, feeling Robert's thick member hit his prostate on the first thrust. The pace became relentless, leaving Robert groaning and Chad whimpering.
Every touch, every sound, every little noise made the atmosphere even more intense.
The sound of skin against skin soon becoming all that could be heard over Chad's whines.
"C-chad! F-fuck.. i-im close.."
"Dont you d-dare pull out~!" He gritted out, gripping the couch so tight it left scorch marks under him.
It all became a blur for both men, shaking in the aftermath from coming and being filled. Their bodies collapsed against eachoters, making Chad pull him against his chest, unable to hold back from cuddling him.
"Hell, you're probably the best fuck i've had in a while.. What's your name?"
Robert froze. He hadn't thought that part out. Fortunately, he was an expert at lying under pressure.
"Ivan." He breathed, keeping his heartbeat in check, before continuing. "My name's Ivan."
"Ivan..." He repeated, testing the name on his tongue.. "I like it."
They stayed there cuddling, the both of them covered in their own bodily fluids, the smell of sex wafting through the air.
Soon enough, they finally fell asleep, tangled with each other. As the night went by, Robert woke up and wiggled out of the man's grip.
He had never felt so appreciated before, yet he knew he couldnt stay. It was too risky, which guaranteed him getting caught.
Before he left though, he wrote his burner phone number on a piece of paper. Not his real one obviously- that would be begging to get caught.
He placed it on the counter, looking back over his shoulder one last time to take in the sight of the gorgeous man laying peacefully on the couch, before leaving the apartment.
For now, he'll stick to watching him from afar. Nothing will stop him from texting him, though.