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“Okay, we find this group of rebels, show them who’s the alpha unless there’s like, a bigger guy there. Oh, what if one of my variants is there? I just hope he isn’t taller than me or, y’know, she. Would it be weird if I was getting hard at the thought of a female me? Do you think she’d have big tits, I feel like she –”
Akira feels his head hit the windshield violently as Goro slams the brakes. Thankfully, Akira is still wearing his mask so it cushions some of the blow but not all of it. He snaps his nose back into place as he looks over at his moody companion.
“Are we still fucking on this suicide mission?” Goro growls, his hands tightening around the steering wheel of the car, the goddamn Honda Odyssey, specifically.
“Well, no and yes. Yes we are still on this fucking suicide mission but we aren't fucking at the compound, unless you wanna give everyone a show,” Akira purrs, running a hand along Goro’s thigh, nearing his bulge which sticks out very well in the yellow.
Goro’s claws pierce Akira's entire hand as he lifts it off of him like it was a piece of meat on a fork. “I said no touching. ”
The adamantium slicing through his flesh is like a knife through hot butter but it really just feels like an exaggerated paper cut at this point. Akira is grinning at him from behind his mask, moving his hand further down the blades and wrapping his fingers through Goro’s. “But I wanna hold hands. You look lonely.”
Goro rips his claws through Akira's hand, the individual fingers barely holding onto his wrist as they slowly begin to reform. “Knock it the fuck off. I never wanted to be a part of this shit show. If you want to jerk yourself off about being a hero, do it somewhere else and take me back.”
Akira frowns and narrows his eyes at him. “I'm giving you the choice to make something of yourself.”
“I don't want to make something of myself. I was fine being miserable. I don't want to be a hero anymore and I sure as hell don't want to stroke your ego.”
“It's not the only thing you can stroke –”
“And that ,” Goro snarls, jabbing a finger into his chest, “you turn everything into a stupid innuendo.”
“I’d like to be in your endo,” Akira winks at him, which he realizes is pointless as Goro can’t see his face, which he’s glad for.
“Can’t you be serious for more than five fucking seconds?” Goro hisses at him, his red eyes narrowing nearly into slits. Akira opens his mouth to speak but Goro is quicker, his claws slicing through Akira’s open mouth, pinning him to the headrest. “Don’t answer that. You’re going to listen to me and you’re going to keep your mouth shut.”
Goro takes a deep breath and removes his claws, the bottom piece of Akira’s red and black mask tearing away to remove his scarred mouth and jaw. “I didn’t ask to save your universe. I wanted to live out the rest of my days as the piece of shit that I am. But no, you had to come and kidnap me to play hero because you’re too goddamn selfish to do anything by yourself. You don’t want to save the world because it needs it. You want to save it to make sure you can keep getting your dick wet and earn the praise of your so-called followers. Face it, you’re here because they kicked you to the curb. You’re nothing without them and they know it.”
Akira stares at him, his frown creasing his face in a way he hadn’t let it before. Fine. He was doing this to save his best friends who also happened to be his bed partners and fellow superheroes. The fact that he wanted to save them didn’t make him selfish. He wanted to be the person they thought he was. Who cared that he was just trying to make them happy?
“I’m going to fight you now,” Akira says quietly, reaching over his shoulder for one of his swords.
“Aw do you need a rematch? I didn’t kick your ass enough?” Goro coos at him, dragging one of his claws along his cheek, nearly digging into the bone.
“You don’t know anything about me.” Akira stabs his sword into Goro’s stomach and twists. “It’s easy to cast judgments when you’re just a washed up alcoholic.”
“Rather an alcoholic than a fucking pervert,” Goro growls, ripping the sword from his stomach and plunging it up through the soft of Akira’s neck.
Akira gasps as it breaks through his skull and passes up through the top of his face mask. “You hate to admit you’d be a lot more pleasant if you just got laid.”
“By you? Are you really that desperate of a slut?” Goro rips the blade out of him and tosses it away as he launches Akira to the back of the van, making him crack the back windshield.
The air is knocked out of him but he still manages to crook a finger and smirk at him as if beckoning him closer. He has enough strength to draw his gun and empty the clip into Goro’s face as the other mutant approaches him. Goro collapses against the back of the front seat for a half second before he digs the bullets from his face like they were pimples and flicks them off to the side. He looks properly pissed now as he grabs Akira by the shoulders and headbutts him hard enough to crack his skull. For some reason the sensation is euphoric and it’s making Akira’s dick twitch.
As his skull heals, he kicks Goro squarely in the stomach, launching him through the back door, watching him fly outside of the vehicle like a ragdoll. Knowing Goro though, he doesn’t stay down for long and sprints back to the vehicle to stab Akira like a kebab. He succeeds and manages to pin Akira to the other car door. The adamantium claws are piercing his liver and what he thinks is his large intestine but he doesn’t care because all he can focus on is the dangerous glint in Goro’s eyes that pair perfectly with the blood running down his temple.
Before Akira can think of doing something stupid, like shoving his tongue down his throat, he pulls his small knife from his thigh and jabs it between Goro’s jaw and collarbone. “Baby knife!” He laughs, landing a punch square in his face that makes Goro reel back enough to give him space to move out of his range.
He doesn’t get time to think as Goro closes the distance and wraps the seat belt around Akira’s neck, pulling it tightly. Akira gasps and squeezes his thighs together. Oh yeah, this was making him horny. “How did you find out about my kink?” Akira asks, making a kissy face as the blood from earlier coats his lips.
“It’s probably easier to ask what kinks you don’t have,” Goro whispers into his ear as he pulls the material tighter and tighter. It’s crushing his neck but the force only makes him harder and just as he thinks he’s about to climax the seat belt snaps from the force and Akira uses the unexpected moment of reprise to tear the headrest off the driver’s seat, planting it squarely into Goro’s broad chest.
“Let me guess, vanilla?” Akira smirks, running a hand down his chest and wondering if the costume was betraying the abs under the layers of annoyingly thick fabric.
Goro tears the headrest from his chest and throws it out of the window with enough force to shatter the glass before punching Akira square in the face into the console. “You’re such an ass,” Goro hisses, punching him repeatedly in the face, his claws grown out to cause as much damage as possible.
“You couldn’t handle this ass.” Akira knees him in the chest, flinging him back into the driver’s seat before climbing over him and spitting blood onto his face.
“Do you want to ride me? It sounds like you do,” Goro croons, his face splitting as he grins wickedly, his tongue flicking out and lapping some of the blood by his mouth.
The sight makes Akira pause because what the fuck?
Adamantium claws drag through the fabric on his thigh, splitting it open and digging into his flesh. “Nothing to say, kitten?” Goro teases, his chest rising and falling quickly.
“Are we really gonna have hate sex?” Akira says, pressing his knee between Goro’s legs and against his bulge which is much bigger than before.
“This would be a lot more pleasant if you shut up,” Goro deadpans and rips through Akira’s suit, freeing his hard cock and his ass. Goro pauses and looks down to see he’s not wearing anything. “Do you go fucking commando?”
Akira strokes himself as he rolls his eyes. “Of course I do. I don’t want pantylines in my suit.”
“I’m starting to second guess this decision.”
Akira unzips him and is met with what he considers to be the prettiest cock ever. Well, behind his own. “You’re not wearing anything either.”
“Yeah? That’s because I’m lazy,” Goro huffs and slices Akira’s thigh, making the raven yelp as Goro digs his fingers into the wound.
“Are you going to use blood to prepare me?” Akira asks, his skin buzzing at how fucked this all was but getting off at every moment of it.
“Unless you're hiding lube somewhere,” Goro says, running his coated fingers to Akira's hole.
“Sadly, I left the lube in my other suit,” he gasps as two thick fingers plunge into him.
Goro just grunts as he finger fucks him, downright assaulting his prostate with each thrust.
It's good, too good. It's perfect. The amount of force Goro is using is something he never got to feel before. Goro isn't scared to hurt because he knows that nothing will actually hurt or kill him. It's the first time Akira’s been able to use his full strength too and the idea of it makes him dizzy in the head.
Akira removes his mask and tosses it aside so he can fully look Goro in the eyes. He takes Goro’s hand and plunges two of his fingers into his throat, earnestly sucking whatever blood and sweat is on them.
“Holy fuck,” Goro mumbles, adding a third finger and moving the digits faster.
Akira decides to be bold and lunges in, kissing Goro square on the mouth. He tastes like cigarettes, whiskey, and regret and it's intoxicating. Goro gasps and yanks Akira's hair, what little of it he does have, pulling him closer as their mouths meet in a clash of teeth, blood, and tongues.
The whine that escapes him when Goro removes his fingers is pathetic but he groans as he feels the head of his cock pushing against his hole. He grabs a fistful of Goro’s costume as he sinks down onto him, not at all caring if he seems desperate at this point. He’s horny and pent up and this is the perfect way to burn off the not so subtle sexual tension that had been brewing between them since their first fight since arriving.
“Needy,” Goro mumbles, slapping his ass and gripping it through the fabric.
“Shut up,” Akira growls as he begins to ride the man like his life depends on it.
Goro laughs, honest to God laughs and the sound makes Akira falter for a brief moment. How dare this asshole have a deep and lucious laugh. It’s not fair in the slightest nor is it fair how his cock manages to press all the right places inside of him.
Fingers grip his hips, claws skimming his skin, so close to tear his skin to ribbons but they don’t. Even if they did, they would heal almost immediately. Akira has a stupid idea and he’s not even sure if Goro would be into it but then again, they were getting freaky after trashing this shitty car and he did end up using Akira’s blood as lube, a new kink he didn’t think he had.
“Skewer me,” Akira gasps and leans back as he finds the perfect angle for Goro to pound his prostate like he had been pounding his face earlier.
“What?” Goro asks, his face scrunching up.
“Run your claws through me,” Akira reiterates. “I think it’d be super hot.”
Goro just gives him a blank look. “You’re fucked up.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just turn me into a pin cushion.”
Goro just shakes his head slightly with an amused smile before plunging his claws right into Akira’s thigh and his hip. Akira moans and moves more eagerly as he feels the cool metal caressing his muscles and his veins. It’s almost romantic how deeply Goro is able to touch him and no one else could do it like this.
“You better be getting close,” Goro groans, his pupils blown wide.
Akira feels his lip curl. Goro was getting off from this just as much as he was, wasn’t he? “And if I said I wasn’t?” Akira teases, slowing down his movements just enough to still feel him brushing his prostate.
Goro pushes him backwards into the steering wheel, still keeping them connected. He moves his hands to grip Akira's thighs, keeping his legs open as he skewers his legs with his claws, keeping him pinned in.
“Then I guess you're going to have to just take all my loads then,” Goro grins as he pounds into him.
Akira grabs the handle above the door as he moans wantonly. Was it probably a good idea for them to fuck like this? Absolutely not. Akira didn't give a shit if he should do this and it didn't seem like Goro cared so why not have some fun?
Akira gasps as he feels Goro cum inside of him. The mutant doesn't stop as he keeps fucking him, even with his semen dripping out of Akira.
After what seems like Goro’s third orgasm, Akira kicks him away into the backseat where he climbs over him and kisses him deeply as he strokes his still leaking cock.
“Someone's pent up,” Akira purrs as he sinks lower and lower, licking at where Goro has some wounds that are still healing.
“Course I am,” Goro grunts and grabs a fistful of Akira's hair.
“Glad to be of service then,” Akira winks as he licks a stripe up Goro’s cock before taking him into his mouth.
Goro groans and arches himself into Akira's mouth, desperately rutting against the back of his throat. Akira sighs and ruts against the cushion of the backseat as he deepthroats the superhero.
Goro’s gasps and throws his arm back, his claws piercing and shattering the window behind him, covering him in glass. Akira looks up at the scene and is simply stunned by how pretty the man looks, dazed and covered in iridescent colors like a goddamn Renaissance painting.
Akira continues sucking him off, adamant to make Goro cum into his mouth at least once during this sex filled adrenaline rush they got going on.
Goro gasps and grunts as he steers Akira deeper onto his cock, a tell-tale sign he's close. All too suddenly Akira feels the hot semen coat his tongue and he moans at how good it feels.
“Fuck, you know how you use your mouth,” Goro pants as he recovers from yet another orgasm.
Akira pops off of him with a grin and licks up the cum that dribbles from the corner of his mouth. “They don't call me ‘Merc with a Mouth’ for nothing.”
“Got that right,” he laughs softly.
Akira shifts as well as he can to get on his knees in between Goro’s legs. He strokes his and Goro’s cock together, humming at how good and hot it feels. “Buckle down, pretty boy. I'm going to fuck you into these shitty cushions.”
“Don't make promises you can't keep.” Goro is challenging him but he moans as his cock twitches in Akira’s skilled hands.
It doesn't take long for them to finish yet again. Akira uses the cum to prepare Goro, shivering at how warm and tight his hole is. “Shit, you're tight.”
“Happens when you're backed up as I am.” Goro drags his claws down Akira's front, grazing the fabric of his suit, making his nipples hard at the phantom contact.
“Don't worry fella, I'll make sure to fuck you to make up for it,” Akira chuckles as he adds another finger and searches for his prostate.
“Don't call me fella.”
“Sugar tits?” Akira cocks his head as he jabs his prostate.
“Fuck off ,” Goro all but shouts as he rolls his hips against his fingers.
Akira laughs and keeps fingerfucking him, admiring the way he was able to turn this man into a moaning and panting mess. Something about seeing someone as moody as Goro like this was incredibly attractive.
Akira gets impatient and coats himself with what cum he can find and pushes into Goro with a hitching groan.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Akira sighs as he sinks into the man. He finds Goro’s hands and pins them above his head, through the broken window.
“You better make this worth it,” Goro smirks as he wraps his legs around Akira's waist.
“Oh honey, don't you worry about that.” Akira purrs as he kisses him, this time sweeter but no less intense. Goro bites his lip, making blood pool in their mouths as Akira rocks into him, probably shaking the whole car with him.
Goro is warm and he feels amazing around his cock. At some point he let's go of his hands to hold his face as he twists and turns him to dig his tongue as deep into his mouth as he can get.
Goro’s claws rake down his back and the pain only spurs him to move faster and deeper inside of the mutant.
It doesn't take long for Akira to cum and for Goro to do the same. And just like partners in a dance, they find a new way to contort their bodies in the van just to get back to fucking each other like rabbits in heat.
Akira has a feeling they're going to be in for a long ride.
***
Akira doesn't remember how their night ended up; eventually he's fallen asleep wrapped up in seatbelts with Goro wrapped around him, his claws in his chest, nearly cradling his heart.
It would be cute and romantic if not for the fact it was morbid and probably causing some chest pain for Akira. But after their rigorous romping, the two are passed out with no intentions to wake up soon.
Which is why someone is able to get into the car and drive it away. How the Honda Odyssey manages to drive after that goes to show that it is a reliable vehicle.