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Inevitable	By : RememberThisPenName Category: +G through L > inFAMOUS Views: 1904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ch 2

Alex was smirking. His fingers were extended to blades and he was casually scraping them against his jacket, arms folded over the ledge of a building. He watched Cole deliver a nasty head zap to some fool. He liked to tail Cole without him knowing. Watching the man in his element, unaware, was one of his favorite things to do in Empire City. The other things required more movement, and less clothing.

Alex closed his eyes for several seconds, remembering the previous night, and opened them to focus on Cole�s figure. He studied the man�s stride. The way he moved was predatory, but it was also careful. His body was prepared to dart or roll away from danger at a moment�s notice. Cole was vulnerable compared to him. While he had no fear or reason to be careful, the man below, running across the street to subdue a crazy bastard with a gun, was far more mortal than he cared for. That was why he was ready for action. If needed, he would jump in and rip the limbs and genitalia off anyone who threatened Cole�s life.

Cole didn�t like it when he was overly violent. The man was one of the �good guys�. A superhero. Someone the citizens had grown to believe in and support. Alex never had that. He was a monster.

But he did have Cole. At least from time to time. Trish was a problem. She and Cole were not yet on speaking terms again, as far as he knew, but Alex was not dumb. He knew Cole still wanted her.

The problem was he didn�t want to share. Not with that bitch. Not with anyone. Inside, his mind was ablaze at the idea she was still alive. He wanted to kill her, but he knew if Cole ever learned he had he�d end their relationship.

So Trish would live.

And speak of the devil. There she was now, running up to the resident hero after he bound another Dust moron with electrical shackles. The current threat was neutralized. He heightened his hearing to listen to their conversation. He was bothered by her tone. She was becoming nicer toward him. He didn�t like that.

If only she knew what they had done last night. How intense things between them were. Cole would never be able to have sex with a regular human the way they had sex. He�d kill a normal person with his powers. He�d kill Trish if he ever let himself go. An immense amount of care would have to be taken if he ever bedded the woman again.

Alex laughed silently to himself. At least he had that. An ability to take whatever Cole could throw at him. Granted, he once took a full powered zap from Cole and it knocked him silly, but he recovered. Sex between them was rough and dangerous, and the amount of power Cole generated during intercourse wasn�t enough to deter him. He liked the abuse.

It was that power that made it interesting. The body worked on electrical pulses, and the right kind of shock drove him to his limits. He shivered at the thought of Cole behind him right now, thrusting into him like last night. Cole made it tough to hold out, because with every thrust he not only could hit his prostate, but he passed an electric current over it.

Alex was convinced humans didn�t know the depths of pleasure, because they didn�t have a man with the power to control electricity screwing their brains out like he did.

Cole said something to Trish, but Alex wasn�t listening to his words so much as he was his voice in general. He groaned, remembering Cole pressing him to the couch while thrusting into him, breath against his ear as he spoke to him. It was a scolding he�d gotten, but he�d be damned if he said being scolded by Cole didn�t turn him on.

He hissed at his erection forming. The memory was making him horny and now was not the time. The thought of Trish knowing was an amusing one. He couldn�t stop smirking, wishing he could see her face as she walked in on them having sex. Their positions last night would have been perfect. She could have seen Cole on his knees, thrusting into him while electricity snapped and crackled. Then she would have seen him, his lower half raised off the couch, pressed to Cole�s hips with one leg slung over his shoulder and the other around his waist. It would have been a priceless moment, but that was all wishful thinking.

He�d love to make her watch them. To show her Cole was beyond her handling. He�d tie her up, gag her, and crush any hope she still had of having Cole.

He needed to stop. His erection was driving him to near violence and Cole was in public. He began to calm his body, paying more attention to what they were saying now.

�� just worried about you. Please be careful.�

�I will, Trish.�

�Are you alright?�

�I�m fine.�

�You�ve been sounding distant. Almost like you�re distracted.�

�I�ve got a lot on my mind.�

�If you need to talk, I�m here.�

�Thanks, but I�ll be fine. After all this is over we can talk.�

The conversation pattered out after that and they separated to return to their chosen roles in Empire City. By that point, Alex had tamed his erection and was planning to be on the move soon. He watched Cole walk into an alleyway. He followed with his eyes until his prey rounded a corner. Then he descended and shadowed him. He made no effort to silence his footsteps, and when Cole turned to investigate he stopped.

�Alex.�

�Cole.� He was being playful.

Cole half glared at him, �Knock it off.�

�What?�

�You�re following me.�

Alex didn�t deny it, but he became a bit serious in the face, �Did you two kiss and make up yet?�

Cole drank in Alex�s tone, expression, and body language. The last thing he wanted was to anger the man or make him jealous. He was afraid of Alex�s reaction if Trish did forgive him and ask for a relationship again. For now at least, he could reassure him.

Alex was marginally surprised when Cole walked up to him and touched the bottom of his shirt, leaning in. Fingers raised the hem and traced just above his belt, distracting him enough he was delayed from responding to the kiss he was given. It was a delicate but affirming kiss. He liked it, despite the lack of force, and kissed back. He framed Cole�s face with his hands, rubbing over his strong jaw and back to the tendons in his neck.

Their connection progressed, developing a string of brief, meshing kisses and then evolving into deeper, more passionate techniques. Cole broke away long enough to move and guide Alex backward, against the brick wall of a building, where he resumed dominance. He kept it slow but engaging, unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping Alex�s pants while he had him distracted. Normally Alex shifted away garments, but this time Cole wanted him clothed.

An alley was not the place for this, but the erection Alex was sporting even before he touched it was rock hard. Alex ended the kiss when Cole pumped him once, shocking him a little. His voice rumbled, dark and primal, and his fingers dug into the brick, cracking it.

The tiny smile on Cole�s lips echoed in his voice, �Are you ever satisfied?�

A sound akin to a guttural snarl bubbled from Alex. His hands wrapped over Cole�s shoulders, clawing forward and bursting into razors.

�Fuck, Alex!� Cole flinched.

Alex pulled his hand back, serpentine-like tongue licking away the droplets of blood he�d accidentally drawn.

�That�s really messed up.�

�You taste good.� Alex shifted his tongue to normal and tilted forward, asking for another kiss. Cole granted the request, but winced when he tasted the heavy flavor of his own blood. He had tasted far too much blood since the incident. It had become a foul taste.

Alex pulled back and inhaled, shaking as his body was wracked with an intentionally high voltage of electricity, �Aaauuuhhhnnnn!�

Cole turned his head and spit, �Cruel trick.�

�Thought I was being polite.� There was a playful but demented blaze to those eyes.

�By saving me some?�

�Uh-huh.�

�Do me a favor and never do that again.�

�I like the taste of blood.�

�I hate it.�

Alex eyed Cole�s serious face and smiled apologetically, claws curling over his scalp, �Sorry I cut you.�

�I�ll live.�

�Good, because it�s my turn.�

�Can we go somewhere less public?� Cole was forced to hold on as Alex hefted him up and swapped their places. His legs wrapped instinctively around Alex for support.

�If anyone wants to peep I can cut their eyes out. And then their vocal cords to keep them from talking. Then maybe I�ll even cut their fingers off so they can�t write. Fuck it � I�ll just kill them.�

�Alex, don�t.�

�It�s a joke.�

�With you I�m never sure.� His arms slung around Alex�s neck and with what felt like a lead pipe pressing to his backside, Cole knew his shot at proposing a new location was dead and gone.

�I�ll behave. Your precious city goers will live for today.� Alex shifted his fingers from blades to tendrils. The dark strands of flesh slipped under the fabric of Cole�s clothing and slithered against his skin.

�That�s fucking creepy, �Lex.� Cole repositioned, rising a bit higher even though he knew it was useless.

�But it feels good, right?�

Cole grunted, jaw clenched, and his legs spread when one of the tendrils entered him, wriggling inside. The intruder expanded little by little, massaging the walls of his rectum. A blunt end formed and lapped over his prostate. Over and over it rubbed, making Cole�s entire body tighten and relax near rhythmically. The constant caressing made stretching him simple. Tendrils slid around, coiling to regroup and twine around his growing erection. They encased the shaft to the tip and dipped in the end.

Cole seized a bit, �You know I hate that.�

�Shh,� Alex bit him at the back of his jaw, �just going to play a little.� The tendril sunk into the tip, a thin little probe that vibrated just inside. To keep Cole from complaining, Alex rubbed his prostate a little harder and faster, and pumped the confined erection. The confines of Cole�s pants created more friction and heat. It was restricting his movement.

�Alex.� Cole�s voice was a strained gasp.

�You�re so hard. Almost makes me wanna take it instead.� He was playing with Cole; teasing him by giving him heavy pleasure but dancing out of range of an orgasm. The tendrils were extensions, acting like highly flexible and versatile fingers. Cole hated it when he did this, but there was no hiding how much of an impact it had on him.

�Stop it.� Cole�s body jerked forward, but the motion brought no relief.

�You�ll bust your pants if you keep straining like that.�

�I�ll bust your skull if you don�t knock it off.�

�It�s alright. I can take it. Might even like it.�

Cole�s only reply was a frustrated growl, head thrown back against the building. Alex attacked the exposed neckline, kissing, sucking and biting. The tendrils withdrew to loosen the pants and pull them halfway down Cole�s thighs. The material was still pulled tight across his legs, but Alex merely lifted him, dropping one leg over each shoulder.

�So flexible.� He pressed his erection to Cole�s waiting entrance, feeling the muscles flex to accept him. He chuckled, reveling in how eager his prey was. He was cruel, sliding his shaft from the entrance to follow the line leading to Cole�s lower back.

Cole nearly choked, �Alex.�

�And needy.� Alex submitted to the demand, sinking in until he was fully sheathed. Cole sighed, panting, and Alex knit his brow. They stopped there and held each other. The connection lingered, but it was a welcome feeling. The fullness was a comfort Cole appreciated lately.

They absently nuzzled faces and kissed, breaking away to share a breath.

�Jesus.� Cole breathed. If it wasn�t for his demanding erection, he would have been content to stay still longer. Alex gave a few slow, testing thrusts, rubbing over Cole�s prostate again.

�Feels good?� His voice was a breathless whisper. His body had stabilized his need enough to maintain an erection without the ferocity and drive to finish immediately. He needed that ability. Cole had enhanced stamina, and Alex knew he needed to adapt to match him. They didn�t need more times like their first attempts, which left Alex finished and Cole unsatisfied. That had been unexpected.

�Yeah.� Cole pressed their foreheads together and closed his eyes, letting the increasing strength of the thrusts move his body up and down. His jacket took the abuse of the brick wall, but the friction it generated had sweat running down his back.

Alex�s re-shaped hands pressed up on the back of Cole�s knees, granting him better leverage. The thrusting became faster, increasing to a brutal speed that would have harmed a normal person. The constant barrage made Cole groan, and his hands searched for something to grip but there was only the harsh surface of the bricks. The edges bit into his skin, despite his thick calluses. Alex was relentless. The feeling of him sliding out and pushing in was still unusual, but the slicing pleasure it brought each time his prostate was brushed brought him closer to his impatient orgasm.

Alex�s moan in his ear burned down his spine, �You feel s�good.� The slur told him Alex was close. Closer than he was.

�Careful.� He warned, not wanting to be left disappointed. He intentionally didn�t use his powers with Alex when he was receiving. Alex would never last long enough if he did.

�M�bein� careful.� The shuddering breath on Cole�s neck told him otherwise. He was losing Alex.

�Hey.� Cole warned again.

�I got it.� Alex bit him in the neck, tendrils snaking out and again encasing his erection.

�Ah!� Cole�s entire back tensed, legs straining against the fabric of his pants while the tendrils stroked to a fast rhythm. All the while, Alex hammered away, one of his hands smashing into the building, claws embedding inches from Cole�s face. Ignoring the potential danger, Cole grasped Alex�s arm for stability and control.

Cole cursed, �I�m gonna��

�Yeah.� Alex growled a low, low tone of excitement. He didn�t slow, even as he felt Cole�s body seize, signaling he was moments away from finishing. Cole arched powerfully into him, and fingers dug into the skin of his forearm. Curses flooded from his lips, turning into encouragement. He could feel Cole�s body reacting to each thrust. Only a little more and he�d be done. The body tried to withdraw, to prevent the climax, but Alex pinned him in place, cornering him.

Cole yelled at him, body shuddering, and with another plunge the man had it. His belly contracted and he climaxed. Alex reveled in the splash of semen against his belly and chest. He mouthed over Cole�s neck and collarbone, still thrusting into him. He stopped stroking him, having that amount of mercy, but he planned on finishing.

Cole trembled against him, rattled each and every time his prostate was struck again. The climax made him hyper sensitive, but he let Alex continue.

�Ah, god.� Cole hissed, dropping his arms to fold over Alex�s shoulders. He buried his face against him, holding tight to endure the overdrive of pleasure even as his climax lingered. He almost couldn�t take it. Only by sheer determination was he able to choke back his pleas for Alex to stop.

Alex�s hands dropped to hold the base of Cole�s thighs. He had the man at an angle that should have been uncomfortable. How Cole bent like that willingly was astounding, especially with his pants still above his knees. He angled his hips again, finding he slid in easier from this approach. Apparently it was a better tactic for next time, because he also hit Cole�s prostate more directly, if the man�s physical reaction and irritation were any clue.

�Dammit, Alex � hurry up!�

Alex breathed a smirk, and as desperate as he was becoming, those pants were holding him back. He pushed off the wall and cradled Cole�s head as he dropped to the concrete of the ground. His hands pushed off the shoes, letting them drop one at a time. They were followed by Cole�s pants.

Alex let the legs spread and he leaned over Cole, planting one hand beside his neck for stability and another clasping the leg slung over his shoulder.

The new set of thrusting was lacking, and Alex�s frustrated roar expressed the tolerance he didn�t have for the delay in his finish.

�Come here.� Cole dropped his leg off Alex�s shoulder and pulled him down, �Come on. Go.�

Alex was more than willing to continue. His face pressed to the open neck and his hands dropped to anchor Cole�s hips in place as he dove into a fast rhythm. Cole, practically glued in place, let his head fall back to the concrete as Alex had his run. He occasionally jerked when one of those sharp, merciless thrusts hit him just right, but overall the angle was better than the previous choice.

Alex groaned a sound of pure bliss. His length plunged in and out, the wall of muscle around Cole�s entrance stroking him closer and closer to his limit. His breathing was labored and he gasped, not used to being winded. Pleasure churned in his belly, hot and demanding.

Having enough, Cole pushed out a wave of electricity, sending it down Alex�s spine and to his groin. He felt every muscle spasm, and cringed when Alex shouted in his ear, surprised.

Alex�s entire body shuddered, his hips performing two half thrusts before he buried his length to the hilt. His fingers dug into Cole�s hips roughly as the wave of pleasure hit him. A wall of white light blinded him, his body tense and hard as steel, pressed against the form below.

Cole felt the hot rush of liquid inside him. He had become more accustomed to the sensation of the excessive amount of semen Alex produced when dominant, but it was no less ridiculous. He lowered Alex�s hood and stroked his hair, listening to his hitching breath as the electricity worked out of his system.

And if it wasn�t enough, Alex tensed with the next minor shockwave and moaned deeply, having another orgasm.

Cole furrowed his brow, a bit disgusted at another rush of semen regardless if it was smaller than the first round, and sighed.

�You lucky bastard.�

10.27.2010
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