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In each of his hookups, consciously or unconsciously, Adrian had been looking for a spark of something, anything like what he had with Chris. But he had no luck so far. Not until he met Robert DuBois, Bloodsport.
They were not assigned to the same Task Force X mission. Waller had been offering it to Robert for months while he was locked up in Belle Reve, but Robert had kept insisting that he had no interest in her little suicide squad. She decided to try a different approach, and offered him a special mission with special treatment.
Waller promised to keep his commissary account full with some of the "reward money" for the hit (Waller's skimmed funds), keeping the rest in an account that he could access if he ever managed to get out of prison. Just more motivation for him to eventually accept a role in Task Force X. They still put a bomb into his neck, but Waller had insisted that the mission was much safer than the average Task Force X affair. It was a classic assassination. Robert took the opportunity for the money, but he believed that it was going to be a solo assassination mission. It wasn't.
To act as the arm of ARGUS, Vigilante was assigned to the assassination mission as Robert's partner. The assassination would require the skill of two of the world's best assassins, anyway. Their first target was a "political agitator", no doubt an enemy of Waller's in some capacity. Their second target was the political agitator's bodyguard, a metahuman who could replicate her form at will, each copy just as deadly a foe as the original. "Killing" the copies will make them disappear, but the bodyguard wont be dead until they kill the original.
Adrian and Robert met for the first time on the plane out of the hanger in Belle Reve. Adrian had read Robert's file as a precursor to their mission, so he had seen photos of him. He knew that Robert was a handsome man, but meeting him in person was different. Adrian's attraction was instantaneous, lighting a pleasant fire in his gut that he had never felt while pursuing sex on Task Force X. This was the spark of true attraction. Adrian wasn't thrilled by the fact that Robert killed people for money, but in a way, Adrian sort of did that, too. He just got to hide behind the excuse of the law, working as an agent of the law instead of outside of it. Everything else about Robert fit perfectly into Adrian's type. Robert was a former soldier, a master marksman, an expert in combat, a tactical leader. Someone Adrian could look up to and admire, someone that he would want to emulate. He was older, tall, gorgeous, muscular, gruff, manly. There was a bit of gray in Robert's dark hair and beard, which drove Adrian wild.
Before the plane even took off, Adrian formed a genuine crush on Robert. He hadn't felt this kind of fiery, instinctual attraction to someone in years. There was a spark.
They sat alone in the cargo hold of their plane as it took them to their destination, and Robert held his Bloodsport mask in his lap. Robert didn't know what to make of Vigilante. He certainly felt resentment over the fact that they had sent Vigilante along with him. He had heard the rumors about Flag having a slutty subordinate. Robert didn't judge Vigilante for his rumored easiness, as he was well versed in casual sex himself. But since the Vigilante mask and suit disguised his appearance, Robert continued to be unable to form a proper opinion of him.
"So you're the babysitter?" Robert asked bitterly.
"No way," Adrian tried to assure him, "We're partners. I mean, like, mission partners. Like a dynamic duo!"
Adrian was grinning beneath his mask, and Robert could hear it in the tone of his voice. Robert just rolled his eyes. Adrian's gaze fell down to Robert's helmet.
"I like your mask," Adrian told him, "It looks like a xenomorph head. So wicked."
Robert couldn't help but breathe a short laugh. Alien had always been his favorite movie, and he had designed the Bloodsport helmet directly after the mysterious and deadly look of a xenomorph. No one else had ever noticed or commented on it before, not that he expected anyone to. Robert was surprised by himself; he thought that it was sweet that Adrian recognized it and said something about it.
"Keen eye," Robert told him, "You a sci-fi geek?"
"I mean, I wouldn't say geek, but it's definitely my favorite genre," Adrian said excitedly, like a true geek.
And just like that, Adrian unleashed his waterfall of words. He started talking nearly nonstop about Alien and his other favorite sci-fi movies. Robert was a little annoyed by it, seeing as Adrian didn't really know how to shut the hell up. But he found it fun to get riled up by an insane opinion or interpretation that Adrian had about a movie and attacking it with his own opinion. Adrian was thrilled with their back and forth. He felt like he quickly fell into sync with Robert, finding it easy to pick up on and follow his lead. Adrian's heart had beat fast as they talked during the plane ride. He felt butterflies in his stomach every time Robert spoke, and he hung on every word. Underneath his mask, Adrian could not stop grinning.
Robert thought that maybe their mission together wouldn't be a total drag.
It was evening. As the sun set, the air became cooler, the sky fading from shades of blue, purple, pink, and orange, slowly succumbing to the blue-black of night. It was a beautiful night with a beautiful view, but Bloodsport and Vigilante were not there for the view. They were stationed on different rooftops across from each other, waiting for their targets to walk through the plaza below. The political agitator would be taking a friendly tour through the main streets to greet his supporters, the civilians that populated the area. The plan was for Vigilante to take the shot at the political agitator, then Bloodsport was to start raining hell down upon the metahuman bodyguard, and Vigilante would join in.
The pair of assassins could speak to each other over their coms as they waited. Robert did not like the looks of their setup.
"This place is too public," Robert said over the coms, "Even if we get in our shot, the metahuman is going to turn this place into a war zone..."
"What do you mean 'if'?" Adrian asked, with the important part of what Robert had said going right over his head, "I never miss."
"No, I never miss," Robert argued, "We just don't know how many marks there will actually be once we fire off the first shot."
"Because the metahuman can self duplicate?" Adrian asked, "Does it matter?"
"Yes, ditzy," Robert said to Adrian in a short and sarcastic tone, "It matters. It's one, big fucking wild card, that's what it is. I don't like this."
Robert didn't want to voice it out loud, but he knew that every last civilian walking past would be in danger whenever their targets showed up. He didn't know if the metahuman would take hostages, but even if she didn't, the civilians would become collateral damage to the inevitable bloody brawl that would occur once Bloodsport and Vigilante reconvened to go after the metahuman together.
"Keep your head, DuBois," Waller said calmly but sternly over the coms.
Robert grunted in frustration to himself. He didn't trust Waller. Who in their right mind would ever trust Waller? Then why the hell was he even out here right now? For the pleasure and payout of a job well done with the only set of skills that he had.
"Well, I think that it'll be fun," Adrian said in a reassuring tone, "Like whack-a-mole. Just keep shooting at whoever pops up until they stop popping up."
Maybe that strategy would work without a hitch, if it weren't for the civilians filling the streets below where they were expected to open fire.
"This is the clearest shot you'll get," Waller reminded them, as if reading Robert's mind.
It didn't take much longer for their targets to come into sight. The metahuman bodyguard was already split into three people, but the political agitator insisted on taking the lead, as to give him better opportunity to quickly shake hands and greet whatever passerby approached him as they walked. Waller took control, giving specific verbal instructions to Adrian as he watched his target through the eye of his sniper scope. Adrian's heart fluttered like a hummingbird as he basked in the near orgasmic buildup to pulling the trigger.
Against Robert's better judgment, he intervened. They couldn't do it right here. They knew where the political agitator and his bodyguard were heading. It would be a risky foot race to chase them down somewhere less crowded, but it would prevent a significant amount of casualties.
"Vigilante," Robert said suddenly, "You said we were partners, right?"
"Yes!" Adrian said, unable to repress his eagerness to hear Robert affirm it, "Why?"
"Because I need you to trust me," Robert said.
Instinctively, Adrian did trust Robert.
"Vigilante, take your shot," Waller commanded.
"Vig, don't," Robert commanded.
Adrian felt it, that sexy pull to obey, stronger than it had been in years. He kept his sniper trained on the target, holding his breath. His brain made the decision for him before he could even think about it. Adrian pulled the trigger.
The bullet skimmed just past the political agitator, hitting the brick tiles of the plaza ground instead.
"Fuck, I missed!" Adrian lied.
The metahuman began spawning a few new copies of herself as the prime three took off running with the political agitator between them.
"You don't miss, you son of a—!" Waller's com was cut off by Robert.
"Move, soldier!" Robert commanded Adrian, collapsing his rifle and replacing it on his suit as he took off running, "Rooftops!"
Again Adrian obeyed, slinging his own rifle over his shoulder and following Robert's lead from the opposite side of the plaza. Robert's instincts were right, and it didn't take much chasing for them to follow their targets to a cut through alleyway. The assassins each dropped from the roofs, each taking out a copy of the metahuman. The small space of the alleyway limited the amount of copies that the metahuman could spawn, and the two assassins mowed down her copies and the original in a quick and bloody battle. One target down.
But the metahuman had sent the political agitator off with one of her copies, and he had escaped on a boat down a canal adjacent to the alleyway. Waller chewed them out over the coms as the two took off running from the bloody alleyway scene.
Yet, there was a lead. The canal could only go to so many places, and the target had escaped on a slender speedboat. Waller and her team had something to work with. Now that the metahuman was taken care of, it might just make assassinating the political agitator that much easier. But now he knew that people were after him, and that would be a detriment to their efforts. In the meantime, their current area would be compromised due to their botched attack, and they would need to lay low until Waller had her next move planned. Waller sent them the coordinates to a hotel on the edge of the town where they could do just that.
"It'll be a while to get there on foot," Adrian remarked, "Especially if we're trying to avoid—"
Robert elbowed a parked car window, breaking it. He pulled the door open and got in the driver's seat.
"Get in," Robert commanded as he hotwired the car.
Again Adrian obeyed, grinning beneath his mask with glee and pleasure.
Waller had scored them a room at a hotel that was quite seedy, so nobody asked any questions when two masked men calmly collected their room key. As a surprise to absolutely no one, there was only one bed.
Robert pulled off his mask and started removing articles of his body armor and weaponry. He ripped the com earpiece out and dropped it right next to the loud ass air conditioning unit, ensuring their privacy from Waller. At least from his com. Robert nodded his head at the earpiece by the AC, nonverbally instructing Adrian to do the same.
Adrian stood a bit awkwardly, folding his hands over themselves nervously. A million thoughts ran through his mind, including an onslaught of thoughts about the fact that they were now sharing a tiny room with one bed for the night. These had been enough circumstances to get Adrian laid in the past. But he wasn't sure what Robert was thinking, or how he might respond to a proposition. For the first time since he was a teenager, Adrian felt nervous about potentially messing things up with a guy.
But first and foremost, he had never undressed out of his Vigilante gear in front of anyone who wasn't from ARGUS. Even when Task Force X was forced to rest, he would sleep with his mask on. Adrian had planned on leaving it on in front of Robert, too, but his com earpiece was beneath his mask. But Adrian also wanted to follow Robert's lead and take some privacy for the two of them.
Adrian looked at Robert and tapped his finger against the side of his mask.
"I don't want you to have my identity," Adrian informed him.
Robert scoffed a laugh.
"I'm not gonna know who you are by just looking at you," Robert assured him, "'Sides. You got me curious about what you're working with under there…"
The butterflies in Adrian's stomach started doing tricks. Again Adrian felt the instinct to trust Robert. As his heart raced, he hesitantly pulled the Vigilante mask off, dropping it aside. As Robert took in Adrian's appearance, Adrian topped it off by pulling his glasses from a pocket on his suit and setting them on his face.
Robert hummed a soft chuckle, smirking as he looked upon Adrian's face. Adrian was handsome with a dreamy, boyish charm. His glasses and curly, warm brown hair made his nerdiness apparent, but Robert thought that suited Adrian quite well. It made Adrian seem cute, which was an interesting contrast with the violent killer that Robert had just become acquainted with not too long ago in that bloody alleyway.
Robert held out his hand to take Adrian's com, and Adrian handed it over. Robert set Adrian's com beside his own next to the AC unit, and they were finally alone.
"I'm Adrian," Adrian introduced himself in an almost sheepish voice, offering his gloved hand to Robert.
Adrian hadn't planned on sharing his name, either, but it just came out. He could not deny how strongly he felt pulled towards Robert. Adrian wanted him to know his name, he wanted to hear it spoken on Robert's lips, in Robert's voice.
Robert shook Adrian's hand firmly.
"Robert," he affirmed to Adrian.
Adrian couldn't help but grin, and Robert thought that Adrian had a pretty smile. Dorky, but genuine, causing his eyes to shine in a way that only increased Adrian's beauty.
"Thank you for trusting me back there," Robert told him, "I know it wasn't really fair of me to put you on the spot like that with Waller."
"It's okay. I mean, you're welcome," Adrian said a bit awkwardly, still grinning, "I feel like I just get you, so… it was an easy choice."
Again Robert chuckled. What a peculiar, pretty boy. Adrian was a man, but he was younger than Robert by at least ten years. His boyishness was still apparent, despite being in his mid 30's.
"Ooh, I call shower first!" Adrian insisted, turning and rushing into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Robert sighed and rolled his eyes, and just continued to strip off his clothing.
Adrian's heart was racing painfully fast. He did want to shower first, but he was also completely panicked, and jumped at the opportunity to take a breather. He had no idea how to proposition Robert. It was always easy for him to just make an offer for sex with whoever he settled for in the moment, but it was because he didn't really care if they said no. Adrian would really care if Robert said no. But he couldn't let the opportunity just slip away because he was nervous.
As he stripped off his Vigilante suit, a thought that felt like a bullet wound (a feeling that he was quite familiar with now) flew through his head. He remembered how he had boldly propositioned Chris for the very first time all those years ago. Adrian actually hadn't thought about Chris at all since he had met Robert earlier that morning. He tried to push Chris from his mind, desperately holding onto the excitement of his own sexual tension over Robert. But the thought nagged at him, his own previous boldness. He really would have cared if Chris had said no, too, wouldn't he have? But the situation was different, Adrian had been impulsive in his proposition, not wondering about it all day like Adrian had with Robert. There was also the fact that when Adrian propositioned Chris for the first time, he hadn't yet known real heartbreak, so he had nothing to fear from rejection. But Chris had taught him the true meaning of heartbreak, and now Adrian feared it so much, he had built a labyrinth around his mind, around his own repressed love for Chris, just so that he didn't have to face that pain.
Adrian got into the shower, desperately trying to banish his thoughts of Chris. He thought instead of how he wished that he had his own care products with him to wash himself. But they hadn't anticipated the assassination taking this long, so he had nothing packed. Nothing but what was on the Vigilante suit, which was just weaponry, condoms, and lube. If Adrian had the opportunity, he would've wanted to pamper himself with his preferred soaps and shampoos, with the hair products that kept his curls tight, all to present a more tantalizing offer to Robert. But Adrian didn't have any of that, so he skipped washing his hair and just cleaned his body of sweat. The hotel soaps didn't smell like what his own would have, but at least they smelled clean.
Adrian considered jerking off in the shower. What if Robert said no to his proposition? They still had to share the bed, and he didn't want to be hard and horny in bed with Robert laying next to him, unable to do a damn thing about it. But what if Robert said yes? He wanted to be ready for him. Adrian wasn't a teenager anymore, he couldn't just blow a load in the shower and then go another couple of rounds. And he definitely wanted to go a couple of rounds with Robert. Adrian decided against it, and thought to himself that if Robert rejected him, he could always sleep on the floor, or hide out in the bathroom again.
After Adrian got out of the shower and dried off, he started inspecting himself in the mirror, looking over his face and naked body. He wasn't insecure about much, and was very happy with his tight, toned body. But he did feel a touch insecure about his laugh lines, the wrinkles that crinkled beneath his eyes when he smiled. Even as life marched forward, even with Adrian telling himself that he hated Chris, Adrian still spent so much time in his memories with Chris, that sometimes it was jarring for him to look in the mirror and not see that teenage boy anymore. Something about aging just made him nervous; it was a reminder of his mortality; a reminder that the best time of his life, the almost year that he had spent with Chris in his youth, was long behind him. As he inspected his face in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel like he was letting the years of his life slip away, just going through the motions. It was like looking up as eighteen years passed right over his head, even though he had had to live every agonizing second of his life since he had lost Chris.
The bathroom door opened, and Adrian actually jumped, surprised. Robert stood in the doorway, just as naked as Adrian. Adrian was stunned by his gorgeous body, his soft but huge cock. Robert quickly looked Adrian up and down, too, but he didn't let an awkward moment pass.
"You're taking too long, so now you get locker room rules," Robert said, walking past Adrian and stepping into the shower.
Adrian's heart raced painfully hard. He looked in the mirror at what was happening behind him. The shower had glass doors, so he could see everything as Robert turned the water on and started lathering up soap. Adrian knew that he should have just left the room, but he was still stunned and couldn't move, starring at the view in the mirror. Robert kept his back turned to Adrian, and did not urge him to leave. He just started to shower as if this was a completely normal moment between them.
But it wasn't, and that had been on purpose on Robert's part. He could tell from the plane ride that Adrian found him attractive, since Adrian was never very good at hiding the fact that he had a crush. Robert just figured that nothing would come of it. But after the day they had, with the trust that Adrian had put into him, Robert felt the spark of their connection. After getting to see Adrian's pretty face, and peeping a look at Adrian's naked, hot body, Robert wanted to take Adrian for a ride, too. Nothing like a little sex to blow off some steam. It's not like he had any better options waiting for him at Belle Reve, so he might as well take this chance.
Robert hadn't been showering long when he started stroking his cock, knowing that Adrian was still stunned and watching. It was meant to be an invitation, and Robert looked over his shoulder, waiting to meet eyes with Adrian and nod him into the shower with him. But when he started stroking himself, Adrian took it as a rejection, that he'd rather jerk off in the shower than spend the night with Adrian. That pain of rejection shook Adrian out of his stunned state, and he snapped his attention away from Robert. He grabbed his clothes and gear and rushed back into the bedroom.
He set his Vigilante suit and gear in a pile beside the bed, and pulled on his underwear. He sat down on the edge of the bed, letting disappointment wash over him. He frowned to himself, his gut and heart both stinging with the sorrow of rejection. He tried to force himself to get over it at lightning speed, not wanting to make things awkward for Robert. But he just stewed in his longing until Robert stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later, a towel wrapped around his hips. Adrian glanced up at him, but then looked away, ashamed. Robert moved from the bathroom doorway and stood a few steps in front of Adrian, looking down on him.
"Did I misread the signals?" Robert asked.
Adrian looked up with him.
"What…?" Adrian asked.
"I was trying to invite you into the shower," Robert admitted with confidence, "Was that you saying no, or are you just thick?"
Again Adrian was stunned.
"Really?" Adrian asked with a soft smile, daring to let his dashed hopes rise from the ashes of his perceived rejection.
Robert breathed a chuckle.
"Well, since you didn't catch the first signal, here's the second one," Robert said with a smirk, "I want to fuck you."
Adrian's heart felt like it jumped into his throat, and his face lit up, much to Robert's satisfaction. Adrian's entire body began to buzz with lust.
"I want to fuck you, too," Adrian said, "I mean— Yes, I wanna fuck you, but I want you to fuck me."
"Good," Robert hummed in a deep voice, sending a brief tingle through Adrian's cock, "Hang on."
Robert stepped over to his Bloodsport gear where he had laid it at the hotel room desk. He reached into a compartment on the pant legs and pulled out a condom.
"Holy shit, you carry condoms and lube in your suit, too?" Adrian asked with excitement.
"You've got lube?" Robert asked with interest.
Adrian retrieved the little lube bottle from its pocket on the Vigilante suit, and sat back down on the bed. Robert returned to where he had stood before, only closer, right in front of Adrian where he sat on the bed. Robert dropped his towel off of his hips, revealing his half hard cock. Adrian panted out a breath that had quietly gasped in as he got a close up look of Robert's hardening monster cock. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his mouth around it until it was completely swollen with desire.
Robert could practically tell what Adrian was thinking by the look on his face, his wide eyes, the way that the tip of his tongue almost poked out to lick his upper lip. Robert tossed the condom to Adrian.
"Go ahead," Robert instructed him in a low voice, "Put it on me."
Adrian tore the wrapper open as Robert stepped in even closer, and Adrian grinned as Robert basically stuck his cock in Adrian's face. Adrian glanced up at Robert as he flicked his tongue against the bare head of Robert's cock, causing his cock to softly twitch. Adrian hummed an aroused giggle, and Robert continued to watch him with a smirk. Adrian dragged his wet tongue over the tip of Robert's cock again, pulling just the head between his lips and softly sucking on him, flickering his tongue along the frenulum, making Robert's cock harder. Adrian savored the salty taste, then pulled away, his heart racing.
Adrian rolled the condom onto the tip of Robert's cock, then took the base of Robert's cock in one hand. Slowly he began pushing Robert's cock into his mouth, using his mouth to roll the condom down his hard length, pulling him into his throat as far as he could fit it. With the condom on, Adrian started slowly bobbing his head on Robert's cock, feeling himself leak a few beads of precum from his own hard cock into his underwear as Robert released a deep, long groan of satisfaction.
Adrian didn't want to let the blowjob go on for too long, not wanting Robert to cum from it. He just wanted to show off some of his skill in sucking dick while enjoying the feeling of Robert's heavy, hot cock in his mouth. He removed Robert's cock from his mouth, slowly stroking the base with his hand still.
"Do you have a rule about no kissing?" Adrian asked.
"No," Robert chuckled, "Why? Are you a good kisser?"
It had been quite some time since someone had actually flirted with Adrian.
"I— Yes…" Adrian said almost sheepishly, smirking up at Robert.
"Prove it," Robert instructed in a deep voice.
Adrian let go of Robert's cock, and Robert leaned down to meet Adrian's lips, kissing him as he pushed Adrian back into bed. Adrian grabbed onto Robert and pulled him into bed over him, kissing him back deeply, already flickering his tongue against Robert's lips. Adrian draped his arms over Robert's shoulders, and Robert settled his hips between Adrian's thighs, pressing himself against Adrian's still clothed cock. Robert parted their lips and massaged his tongue against Adrian's, rolling his tongue slowly as they kissed each other hungrily.
Adrian hadn't hooked up with anyone like this in a long time. While hooking up on Task Force X, there was never any kissing, hardly any touching, only enough clothing removed to allow the sex to occur. Despite it being sex, it wasn't intimate. Not like how it was right now, with Robert wrapped in his arms, feeling the heat of Robert's body pressing against his skin.
Robert pulled from Adrian's lips and removed Adrian's underwear, smirking at the sight of the size differences in their cocks. Robert grabbed the lube bottle and slicked a few of his fingers. He shot Adrian a quick, smoldering smirk, before dropping his head to Adrian's chest, taking the rosy bud of one of Adrian's nipple into his mouth. Adrian shuddered a pleased moan, setting a hand on the back of Robert's head. Robert pet one of his slicked fingertips against Adrian's hole, causing him to gasp out a breathy moan. Adrian melted from Robert's touch as he began carefully massaging Adrian from the inside, taking it one digit at a time.
Adrian squirmed softly in pleasure, humming gentle moans, desperate for more.
"Please," Adrian begged in a whisper, "Please fuck me…"
Robert hummed a low groan against Adrian's skin, with Adrian's nipple still kneaded between his teeth. He released Adrian's nipple from his grasp and removed his fingers from inside of Adrian. He took the lube bottle again and slicked his cock. The anticipation and desire burning in Adrian's gut was nearly painful, and he squirmed impatiently, slowly and softly panting his breath. Robert pushed Adrian's thighs open, holding him there, slowly pushing into him.
"Christ," Robert cursed in almost disbelief, watching as his cock became enveloped inside of Adrian, "How can a whore like you be so tight?"
Natural aptitude.
Adrian shivered and moaned out on his breaths, ecstasy beginning to overtake him as he felt himself be completely filled in a way that he hadn't felt since…
Don't think about him! Adrian begged himself, Please, please don't think about him!
Adrian tried hard to focus on Robert. He cupped the back of Robert's neck and pulled him back down into a kiss as Robert started thrusting into him, keeping the pace slow at first, getting used to Adrian's tightness. Adrian moaned against Robert's lips as Robert kissed him passionately, leaning his full weight down into Adrian's body as he fucked him and devoured him. Adrian wrapped his arms tightly around Robert's torso, trying to grind his hips against Robert's thrusts. Robert continued to keep a slow pace, taking his time, which made Adrian feel crazy, in both a good and bad way. It felt good, and Adrian only wanted more, but the slow pace made it hard for him to lose himself in the pleasure. He didn't want there to be any room left for a single thought to pass through his mind.
Adrian pulled from Robert's lips, panting. He wanted the pace to be faster, but he also was desperate to actually get a good fucking in one of his favorite positions.
"I need to ride you," Adrian moaned out as as if he was begging for it, and he was.
Robert noticed that wild, almost manic glint in Adrian's eyes, which caught him a bit off guard. He tilted his head slightly, stopping his thrusts.
"You need to, do you?" Robert taunted with a smirk.
"Yes!" Adrian begged breathlessly.
Robert obliged him, turned on by Adrian's desperation for more. Adrian followed his lead as they changed positions, with Adrian kneeling above Robert's lap as Robert laid on his back. Adrian reached between them and lowered himself slowly on Robert's length, letting out a shaky moan. It felt a little bit like impaling himself, and he whined out lowly as he found a rhythm in bucking his hips. Robert gripped tightly into Adrian's hips, looking up at him and watching as the show began.
Adrian had desperately missed this feeling, the feeling of riding while his partner became entranced by his inability to repress his true feelings of pleasure. He tried not to think of the particular partner that he wanted to be riding, and he tried to clear his mind by bucking his hips faster, working his way up to a quickness that made their hotel room bed shake and squeak beneath their weight. Adrian moaned out breathily and loudly, panting in sync with his hip bucking, enthralled by the fullness that he felt with Robert's cock inside him, stretching him and rubbing against his most sensitive spots. Adrian shuddered hard and gasped a moan as he felt Robert's cock start nudging against his prostate. Adrian tried to buck his hips in such a fashion that he was grinding his prostate down on Robert's cock.
"Ohmygod, right there! Right there!" Adrian cried out, enraptured with pleasure.
Adrian's cock ached painfully, leaking precum as he rode Robert's cock fast and chased his own pleasure. Robert's gaze slowly lowered to Adrian's wet, twitching cock. He took Adrian's cock in his hand and began stroking him at a slow pace, especially compared to Adrian's hip bucking. Adrian moaned out loudly and desperately, his already intense pleasure only increasing.
Robert was enjoying Adrian's riding, but clearly Adrian was on a high that Robert simply wasn't close to approaching. Killing the metahuman certainly had its aphrodisiac effect on Adrian, but it was the combination of it all; the killing, his genuine attraction to Robert, Robert's reciprocation, the thrill of disobeying Waller and getting away with it, all of it bringing his kinky superhero partnership fantasies to life; then there was the sex itself, which was already the best that Adrian had in years. Pleasures that he had not known since…
With his eyes closed, all Adrian could see, think, and feel was Chris. Adrian's eyes shot open, and he looked down over Robert, trying to come back to reality and leave his thoughts of Chris behind. But he couldn't, and the thought of riding Chris like this again quickly sent Adrian toppling towards the edge of his orgasm.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Adrian whined.
Robert wasn't close, and he wasn't going to stop fucking Adrian anytime soon. He wondered how many times he could make Adrian cum before this was over, further turned on by the idea of potentially making him cum over and over again. He continued stroking Adrian slowly, smirking up at him as he got to watch Adrian completely unravel from his pleasure.
"Yeah, that's it, baby, go on," Robert encouraged in his deep, gravely voice.
Adrian shivered hard as the wave of his climax rode in, moaning with every buck of his hips as he came on Robert's cock, cumming over Robert's abs. Adrian's tight hole pulsed quickly on Robert's cock, forcing a deep, strained moan from Robert's throat. Adrian chased his orgasm until he stopped shooting ropes of cum, slowing to a stop in Robert's lap as he panted hard. He looked down over Robert again, trying to catch his breath, his veins still tingling with the full body pleasure of his orgasm. Robert made sure that Adrian was watching him when he swiped the tip of his finger through some of Adrian's cum, and he gave it a taste.
"You must have a sweet tooth," Robert hummed in a low voice, smirking.
Adrian's face flushed red, and Adrian couldn't resist smiling his dorky grin. Before Adrian could fully come back down to earth and say something awkward, Robert gave his next instruction.
"Get on your hands and knees," Robert told Adrian in his gruff, sexy voice.
Adrian obeyed and the two swapped out their positions. Robert took Adrian's hips in his hands again, this time softly massaging them between his fingers rubbing his hands down over Adrian's ass and squeezing his cheeks, making Adrian moan out weakly. Robert teased his tip against Adrian's entrance, listening for the minute changes in Adrian's desperate moans. Robert groaned lowly as he slowly started pushing into Adrian again, once more enthralled by his tightness.
"Fuck, Adrian…" Robert mumbled as he started thrusting with a slow pace again
The sound of Adrian's names on Robert's lips was even more satisfying than Adrian thought it would be, and he had whined out a sharp moan in response to the pleasure of it. Adrian didn't even need to beg Robert to fuck him harder. Robert just slowly but surely built the pace back up expertly, coaxing out as much desire and pleasure from Adrian as he could. As Adrian recovered from his first orgasm, Robert kept things slow and gentle. But as Adrian's moans became fuller, his panting heavy instead of shallow, Robert increased his speed until he was quickly slamming into Adrian. The weight of Robert's fast thrusts forced Adrian to rest on his forearms instead of his hands, leaning further over the bed, his ass still stuck out for Robert's pounding. Once more, Robert began making child's play of hitting Adrian's prostate, causing Adrian to shiver ceaselessly as he continued to fuck him.
It had been so long since Adrian had been cock drunk, truly unable to form a thought or word as he was fucked thoroughly in just the way that he desired. It was bliss, to finally have a clear head as waves of pleasure were sent through his entire body with every thrust. Adrian's loud moaning was definitely enough to disturb anyone with rooms beside their own at the hotel, but neither of them cared. Adrian's symphony of moans was a turn on for Robert, his gut slowly twisting with the white hot pleasure of his building orgasm.
Adrian was getting close again, and Robert could tell when Adrian's moans became slightly more high pitched and desperate, his hole pulsing dangerously fast like it had the first time he had cum on Robert's cock.
"Wait wait wait, not on the bed!" Robert said in a voice strained by pleasure.
Robert quickly manhandled Adrian, wrapping his arms around him and flipping Adrian onto his back, leaning over him again and slamming into him once more, continuing his fast and hard pace in missionary. Robert dropped his head against Adrian's neck, groaning out louder and more repeatedly himself as his own orgasm continued to rise.
Adrian clung his arms around Robert's body again, digging his nails and fingertips into the warm flesh of Robert's back, hooking his legs around Robert's hips. He didn't want the sex to be over, but Robert had certainly made it last. Adrian shivered harder as Robert groaned deeply in his ear.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," Robert growled.
Adrian moaned his orgasmic alarm bell moans as Robert came hard, groaning with deep satisfaction as he continued thrusting into Adrian. Robert's groans and kept pace pushed Adrian over the edge again, and he came a second time, cumming over both of their abs. Robert moaned out deeply from the nearly overstimulating pleasure of Adrian's hole pulsing on his cock after he had already finished cumming, but it just pleasurefully squeezed the last drops of his cum from his cock.
Robert let his weight rest over Adrian's body for a few moments as he panted and caught his breath. Adrian kept his arms wrapped around Robert, enjoying the last few moments of empty headed bliss from the sex.
When Robert caught his breath, he pulled his weight up and off of Adrian, pulling out of him. Without leaving the bed, Robert trashed the condom, then grabbed the towel off of the floor. He used it to wipe the cum off of his own abs, then dropped it onto Adrian to allow him to do the same. Robert rested on his back beside Adrian in bed as Adrian wiped his stomach clean, tossing the towel turned cum rag onto the floor.
Still wrapped up in post-orgasm bliss, Adrian rolled onto his side and draped his arm over Robert's chest, cuddling into his side. Adrian sighed out in satisfaction, softly smirking as he pet his fingertips on Robert's chest, watching his face. Robert turned his head to face Adrian, pushing his arm underneath him to hold his arm around Adrian.
In the brief moment where they shared a tender look, Adrian let a fantasy run wild in his mind. He imagined what it might be like to dedicate himself to Robert. He could urge him to join Task Force X and earn his time off, and wait for him to get out of prison. He could relocate to wherever Robert wanted to go, follow him anywhere that he was willing to lead Adrian. Adrian didn't even think of Emilia in that moment, too caught up in the fantasy of chasing the pleasure that Robert made him feel. Robert was a mercenary, but maybe Adrian could get into that line of work, too. It would be worth it, if they could be together, wouldn't it? Bloodsport and Vigilante, the dynamic duo.
Maybe Adrian would have done all of those things and more, if it weren't for one problem. Robert DuBois may have been nearly the perfect man, but he still wasn't Chris. Adrian still felt that post-sex empty pit in his stomach that made him feel lonely, despite the fact that he had just had the best sex in his entire adult life.
"You're—…" Adrian mumbled, his words faltering.
"'Amazing'?" Robert guessed with a cocky grin.
"…You're not him," Adrian said, his face falling in disappointment.
Even after finding someone who did make Adrian feel a spark like what he had with Chris, it just wasn't enough. Adrian's fears were right; no one could ever replace Chris. But being in Robert's embrace still felt wonderful, and it kept him from falling directly into the deep, dark pit of his despair.
Robert raised a brow curiously at what Adrian had said.
"Someone did a number on you, didn't they?" Robert wondered out loud.
Adrian gently nodded, examining the details in Robert's handsome face.
"I was in love," Adrian admitted, still unable to face the full truth of his own feelings, "But I lost him."
Robert reached his free hand over and set it on Adrian's cheek, gently stroking his thumb across Adrian's skin.
"I'm sorry," Robert told him, "But no, I'm not him, whoever he is."
Robert removed his hand from Adrian's face, but still kept his arm wrapped underneath him. Adrian remained cuddled up with Robert underneath the covers.
"I don't know what to do anymore," Adrian said quietly, "I can't have him… But I can't get him out of my head…"
"Sounds like you're running from it," Robert said, "Stop it. You've got to face the fact that you can't have him, and try to move on."
"What do you think I'm trying to do?" Adrian asked, gesturing to the fact that they were laid in bed together after having sex.
Robert gently shook his head, looking upon Adrian with empathy.
"It's not the same as confronting it," Robert said, "You're just trying to bury it beneath sex. Doesn't work like that."
Adrian let out a bit of an exacerbated sigh, and Robert was saddened by the look of disappointment on his face.
"Look, you don't have to do it right now or anything," Robert assured him, "But we just fucked, and then you dumped on me about your ex boyfriend. Just try and enjoy yourself. I've had fun with you, and we've only got tonight. Don't sour it with talk of whats-his-face."
Adrian knew that Robert was right, not just about trying to let go and enjoy the night, but also about confronting his true feelings. But he just wasn't ready, and he wasn't sure if he was ever going to be ready.
"Another thing," Adrian said, desperate to change the topic of their pillow talk, "You should take Waller's offer, join Task Force X."
Robert scoffed a laugh in disbelief.
"No fucking way are you trying to sell me on that bullshit," Robert said.
"I'm serious," Adrian insisted, "Not just for the time off, either. Waller's been after you for a while now. When she doesn't get her way, she tends to go to extreme measures..."
"What kind of extremes?" Robert asked, concerned by Adrian's seriousness.
"I dunno, like, going after the people that you love," Adrian said.
Robert gently chuckled.
"Well, she'll be shit out of luck, because I haven't got any of those," Robert told him.
"Really?" Adrian asked, having read Robert's file, "Not even one?"
Robert narrowed his eyes at Adrian.
"Are you—…?" Robert began, "You're talking about my daughter, aren't you?"
Adrian nodded.
"She's mentioned in your file," Adrian informed him, "I didn't know that you guys weren't close, but… it's still something that Waller has on you. If you cared at all, you'd tell Waller that you're game."
Robert just rolled his eyes.
"Nothing she can do about the little brat," Robert said with overconfidence, "I think I'll be just fine."
Adrian just let Robert think that. He had already warned him, there wasn't much else that he could say. Adrian let a few quiet moments pass, running his hand slowly down Robert's hard abs.
"Well, you said that we only have tonight," Adrian said, starting to smirk, "Do you wanna go again?"
Robert could hardly believe how Adrian was able to jump from topic to topic, and then right back to sex again. But he was pleased with the fact that Adrian had dropped the serious business. Robert smirked as well, giving Adrian that smoldering look that gave him butterflies in his stomach. The butterflies didn't counteract the empty pit in his stomach, though. There wasn't anything Adrian could do about that, at least not right now. The sex had still been amazing, and in Adrian's opinion, totally worth it.
"You think you can handle another round with me?" Robert teased.
"I think the real question is, can you handle me?" Adrian teased right back.
The two assassins found themselves going a second round. Luckily for Adrian, Robert made him cock drunk once more, and he was able to keep Chris out of his mind for just one night and enjoy getting fucked silly again. That left the both of them satiated but exhausted. They were only able to rest for a few hours before Waller called Adrian's ARGUS phone, informing them of the new plan to take out their political agitator target.
As the sun rose, they shot the political agitator from a snipers nest across the canal from the safe house that Waller and her team had located while the assassins had been busy fornicating.
As the pair departed from the plane back at the hanger in Belle Reve, Adrian suddenly hugged Robert.
"I'll never forget you!" Adrian told him in a dreamy voice, like he was at the tail end of a whirlwind romance.
Robert just patted Adrian's back and laughed.
"This was just a ride, sweetheart," Robert told him, "Now's the part where you get off."