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Aishiteru	By : LadyDorian Category: +G through L > Generator Rex Views: 2604 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
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Two.
“So, did you and Rex have fun last night?”
The question pierced the air of the East Wing lounge, drowning out the early morning banter of drowsy Providence agents. A lesser man would've jumped out of his skin at that comment; I, however, simply dropped my mug, splattering coffee across the pristine, white countertop. “W-what?!”
Holiday eased up beside me, snatching a handful of paper towels from a roll above the sink. “A bit jumpy today, aren't we? Everything OK?” She mopped up the dark puddles while I stood by like a silent fool, attempting to will my mind out of its daze.
“I...I didn't get much sleep last night.” That was an understatement.
She turned and placed a hand against my forehead, the strong smell of coffee wafting into my nostrils. “Well, you don't have a fever. You're not feeling dizzy or lightheaded?”
“I'm fine.” I fiddled with my collar, hoping that all the hickeys and bite marks Rex had left were well-concealed. I highly doubted a woman as intelligent as Holiday would believe I'd obtained them from a late-night battle with a face-sucking EVO. Though that scenario wasn't too far from the truth. “I just need some caffeine,” I explained.
Holiday smirked, her hand slinking down the front of my shirt. “Don't you think you've had enough already?” Her long fingertips brushed across several damp brown spots.
I frowned. Between Rex's raging hormones and my frayed nerves, I was burning through suits like paper. I took a cautious step backwards, away from her cloying grasp; the last thing I needed right now was another coworker coming on to me. Fuck, throw Callan in and I could've started my own Providence harem. I grumbled at my own thoughts and turned to pour myself another cup of coffee.
“Well, then...” Holiday breathed a soft “hrrrm”—her trademark sign of annoyance. She pulled a mug from the overhead cabinet. My ears caught the faint sound of sugar packets being torn open. “I heard you and Rex spent some 'man time' together.”
For the second time in less than ten minutes, I came deathly close to creating another java-related disaster. This woman had one hell of a way with words. I snatched several packets of sugar from the plastic bins by the coffeemaker and placed them beside my mug before passing her the pot.
“You know,” Holiday continued, as she slowly dispensed the coffee, stirring it with a red straw, “Rex was so excited about seeing you yesterday. He just kept going on about the two of you hanging out and doing 'guy things.' I could barely get him to shut up long enough to stick a thermometer in his mouth.” She brought the steaming mug to her lips, blowing on the surface a few times before taking a small sip. “I'm guessing you had that little discussion with him.” Her lips curled into a smile. “Am I right?”
“You could say that.” I couldn't exactly tell her about our “frot fest,” as Rex had called it.
“And? Did the two of you settle things?”
“We...came to an agreement.” We even shook on it—with our cocks.
“See?” Her eyes gleamed as she placed a hand on my shoulder and gave a gentle pat. “I knew you could handle it.” She took another sip of coffee, simultaneously checking her watch. “Well, I better get to the lab now. I've got some numbers to crunch before Rex shows up for his morning exam.” Holiday turned and began walking away, the sound of her boots echoing in the small kitchenette. “See you later, Six.” She waved her goodbye as she quickly exited the room.
“Likewise,” I muttered under my breath. Yes, I did a great job of “handling” Rex last night, I thought. Now what the hell am I going to do? Asking Holiday for advice was out of the question now. She was like a mother to Rex, and I was fairly certain mothers didn't like hearing other people talking about fucking their children. I pushed up my tinted shades with one hand and massaged the ache that was steadily growing in my temples. From this point on, things could only get more complicated.
I sighed, raising my mug for a drink. The coffee hit the back of my throat like a bittersweet poison. A grimace crept across my lips as I hastily lowered the mug. In my daze, I had unconsciously added too much sugar. I poured the liquid down the sink and started over.
After briefly thinking things through, I decided to “handle” my Rex situation the way I dealt with every other aspect of my life: with an air of calm professionalism. Yet as the morning ticked by, my resolve began to crumble. The prospect of running into Rex brought back memories of the previous night: the awkward touches; the intense orgasm; Rex tossing me a shirt so I could clean up; the way I'd clumsily dressed myself before stumbling back to my room in a post-coital coma. Though I'd showered twice, I swore I could still feel his cum coating my abdomen. Part of me wanted to spend the entire night jerking off to that memory, touching all the places Rex had, imagining something warmer than his hand on my cock. I was able to subdue my urges, but I feared my strength might not hold out. I decided my best bet would be to avoid Rex at all costs.
This, however, was no easy feat. Though Rex had matured to an extent that my “nanny” services were no longer necessary, the two of us were still technically partners, and therefore we were together on a daily basis. Between mandatory staff meetings, training sessions, missions, EVO-bashing and the occasional “family” dinners, there was virtually no escaping him. But I sure as hell was going to try.
I spent most of that day stealing cautiously through rooms and hallways. I turned off my COM link for a while and hid out in my Jump Jet. I weeded the garden in the Petting Zoo. I accompanied lesser Providence agents on missions deemed too insignificant for the bigger guns. I even had milk and cookies with White Knight (snickerdoodles for him, chocolate chip for myself). My cowardly self was actually doing a pretty good job.
I ran into Rex only once, as I was heading to the cafeteria for dinner. He was walking in the opposite direction with Bobo and his best friend Noah, planning to sneak off base without permission, most likely. Noah caught sight of me first; he elbowed Rex in the side and shot him a concerned look. Rex saw me approaching and leaned in to say something to his friend. As we grew closer, he waved and smiled. “Hey, Six! We were just going out for some pizza. You're cool with that, right?”
“That's fine,” I nodded. I had long since stopped caring where Rex spent his evenings, provided they weren't spent chasing me. “Just try to make it back by your curfew, or White will give me an earful.” With that, I hurried along down the hall.
“Hey, Six!” I felt Rex's hands on my arm before I even had the chance to turn around. I tried to avoid eye contact, but there was something about his gaze that drew me in; it was the same sultry glance that I'd noticed the night before. He pulled me closer, whispering into my ear, “I should be back by ten. Come by my room then, OK? I'll be waiting for you.” He released his grip, gave a playful wink, then ran back to his waiting companions.
My throat went dry. The words “Let's fuck” echoed in my head. I highly doubted Rex wanted to meet up to have an innocent conversation. How long could I keep resisting before my conscience broke down completely? How long could I continue this shameful running away?
“Let's fuck.”
“Shit,” I grumbled, dragging my feet back to my room. I’d suddenly lost my appetite.
By the time I checked the clock, it was nearly 2AM. My eyes throbbed from hours of staring at the miniscule text on the papers laid out before me. After pacing around my room for some time, I’d rushed to White’s office to request some extra “busy” work. He’d delegated several hundred employee review forms to me, with a friendly reminder not to overwork myself. I immediately took the forms to the smallest lounge on base and furiously set upon them, desperate for something—anything—to keep my mind occupied.
My fingers crept beneath my sunglasses and I attempted to rub the weariness from my eyes. I’d completely forgotten how boring filling out paperwork could be. Every so often, I leaned back in my seat to glance at my surroundings, hoping to notice something new and exciting. But it was the same old gray room, with the same old tables and chairs, the same old kitchenette, and the same old refrigerator in the corner. I sighed, tapping the table in rhythm with the ticking of the clock above the door.
It was unreasonable to stay here, hidden like a scared child. My body screamed for sleep, but I simply couldn’t bring myself to move. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was waiting for me out there beyond the safety of this room. I rubbed my eyes again—harder—and turned back to my work.
That’s when I heard the door open.
“What the hell, Six?” Rex stormed in, stopping at the table across from me. He was wearing a plain white shirt and a ridiculous pair of red boxers with motorcycles on them. His voice came out in an angry, high-pitched squeal. “I waited for you all night, and you—you stood me up for paperwork?!”
“I’ve been busy, Rex.” I put on my calmest façade and pretended to be engrossed in the half-completed forms. “I’ve been working for hours, and I’m not in the mood to argue with you.”
“What kind of lame-ass excuse is that?! We had a date, for fuck’s sake!”
I stopped writing and glared up at him. His arms were crossed, and his face was seething with rage. After everything he’d done last night, I couldn’t believe he had the audacity to be angry with me. His perspective was ass-backwards. “I don’t recall making any such plans with you,” I sneered, staring him down from behind the protection of my green shades.
My response only seemed to ignite his ire. “Really? What the hell did you think ‘stop by my room’ meant? Augh!!!” Rex threw his hands in the air; there was a low, mechanical whirrr, and instantly they turned into large, metal fists. “You left your communicator and tracker in your room; it was damn near impossible to find you. I’m so pissed off I could smash something!”
I kept silent, eyeing him coolly. Rex could threaten me with violence all he wanted; fighting, unlike flirting, had always come naturally to me. “If you break my shades, I’ll murder you.” I taunted in a dry monotone.
My nonchalance seemed to calm him down a bit. He took a deep breath, his hands slowly returning to normal. “You know, Six,” he sighed, “tonight was supposed to be special. Shit, it cost me twenty bucks just to get Bobo to stay away for the rest of the night!”
“Where did you get that kind of money from?” I asked incredulously. “I’ve only ever seen you eat fast food and fight EVOs, and neither of those is a paying job.”
“Doc gives me five bucks for every new EVO sample I bring her. On a busy week, I can make more than Noah does working at Sloppy Joe’s Tacos.” He smiled proudly.
“Is that so?” I made a mental note to have a discussion with Holiday about her “enabling.” Right now, though, I needed to get away from Rex. “Are we done? Because I have to finish—”
“Don’t try to change the subject, Six.” Rex placed both hands on the table and leaned in; I had to back up slightly to keep our noses from touching. “I wasted my whole night on you. How are you gonna make it up to me?”
Had Rex lost his mind? He was sorely mistaken if he thought I owed him anything. As I watched the sly smile playing across his face, my anxiety turned to full-on anger. “I don’t have time for your games, Rex. I’d like to finish my work sometime before morning.”
Rex’s smile quivered ever so slightly. He crept closer, placing a hand on my stack of papers. “Why don’t you take a quick break? It’s the least you could do.”
Whether Rex tried seduction or provocation, his advances wouldn’t work this time. I was too enraged to let him have his way. I stared him in the eye and coldly breathed, “Go find someone else to entertain you.”
His smile disappeared; for a second he looked shocked that anyone could have the will to resist him. Then, the anger returned to his face, and he suddenly flung the papers off the table, scattering them far and wide.
I grabbed his wrist and yanked hard. “Pick them up.” My words came out in a growl through clenched teeth. Rex flinched, then quickly composed himself. When I released him, he shot me an irritated glare before moving to gather the mess he’d made.
I gave an exhausted sigh and rested my head in my hands. Behind me came the sound of rustling paper. I kept telling myself to go—fuck paperwork and protocol and annual employee reviews, just leave Rex to the chaos he'd created. But before I had the chance to convince my body to stand, Rex came up behind me and dropped his pile on the table. “Here you go, Sir.”
I muttered a dull “Thanks” and attempted to push my chair back, but Rex was unmovable; he pressed himself against my back, arms wrapping around my shoulders, hands sliding down the front of my suit. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” His breath was hot on my neck. I could feel his lips brushing my flesh, giving me goosebumps. The boy was unrelenting in his pursuit.
There was a sharp stinging in my chest. I only hoped Rex couldn’t feel my heart pounding beneath his fingers. My cock began to tingle with desire. Fuck, this temptation was unbearable.
“Rex…” I struggled to get the words out. “What do you want from me?”
He tightened his grip around me. “Really? Isn’t it obvious?” he breathed. “I want you, Six. I want you on top of me. I want you beside me, inside me. I want all of you.”
My defenses were nearly depleted. I was becoming lost in the warmth of his touch, the sultry sound of his voice, and the delicate aroma of soap and cologne that permeated the air around him. I bit the inside of my cheek to force myself to come back to my senses. Casually, I rose from my seat, shrugging off his grasp. “You know, Rex, you should really think before you speak.”
However, before I had taken two steps, Rex threw himself in front of me, blocking my exit. He pressed his palms into my crisp white shirt to halt my pace. “But I do, Six,” he pleaded. “I think about it all the time. So maybe I've never been with a guy before, but when I think about the two of us together, it just feels right. I close my eyes and imagine you touching me…kissing me. Your body always feels so warm against mine.” Rex inched closer, until his face was nestled in the crook of my neck, his hands now clawing at my shirt. “It gets me so hot, I can’t keep myself from jerking off, pretending it’s your hand on my cock.” He inhaled sharply. “Sometimes I get so worked up, I even stick my fingers inside myself, wishing it was you instead.”
His words were muffled against my skin, but I heard them as clear as day. My mind was instantly inundated with pictures of Rex bent over, his fingers buried deep inside his tight hole, moaning my name as he slowly worked them in and out. My cock swelled with longing at the thought of being those fingers.
Almost as if on cue, Rex’s hand eased lower and began stroking the bulge in my pants. I briefly shut my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy the pleasure that Rex was so desperate to offer me. When I opened them, I saw him gazing back with a triumphant smile. He looked so damned smug. I felt all my anger toward him come rushing back.
I snatched his hand away from my crotch and roughly shoved him backwards; he crashed into a nearby table. Rex looked up at me with a hurt expression on his face, like I’d snatched away something that had been promised to him.
God knows I could’ve killed him right then and there, I was so furious. But god knows just how bad I wanted him.
“Take off your clothes.”
Rex’s face gleamed with excitement at my stern command. He began stripping off his t-shirt, but I quickly stopped him. “Rex, why don’t you kill the camera and lock the door first?” I motioned to the security camera mounted to the wall in the far right corner of the room, standard equipment for all public areas throughout the Keep.
His shirt was halfway off, bunched up around his head. “Right!” he mumbled, flinging the cotton garment on the floor. He hurried over to the wall and placed both hands on it. There came a flash of light and another loud whirrr as Rex activated his nanites. The microscopic machines spread through the wall in a glowing blue zigzag, deactivating the door mechanism and the security cam at the same time. Once they had completed their task, they returned to Rex’s body. “All done!” he exclaimed, running back over to where I stood. With a swift flick of his wrists, he was out of his boxers and onto the table, legs gleefully swinging back and forth over the edge.
I took off my shoes and socks and placed them beneath one of the other tables. I then stripped off my clothes slowly and methodically, taking care to neatly drape each piece over a chair back so as not to cause any wrinkles. Behind me, Rex whined impatiently, “C’mon, c’mon, Six! You’re taking too long!”
I snapped my head around to shoot him an annoyed glance. My only remaining clothes were my shades and boxer-briefs. The shades came off first; it took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the room’s bright fluorescent lights. When the world around me came back into focus, the first thing I noticed was Rex leaning back on the table, propped up with one arm while his right hand lazily stroked his cock. “Mmmm…Six,” he moaned, fingers slipping between his legs to massage his balls.
I didn’t give a fuck about morality anymore; Rex had gotten me so turned on, I needed some form of release. And if putting him on his back would get him off my back, then all the more convenient for me. Without hesitation, I removed my shorts.
Rex’s gaze was fixed to my groin; I stood there idly as he ogled my lower regions, his mouth slightly agape, as if in awe. I doubted he had ever seen a man fully nude before now. The way he stared at me sent a thrill through my body that was unlike anything I’d felt with other men, though many had complimented me on my lean figure, pale, white skin and long, thick cock.
It was also the first time I had a chance to fully admire Rex’s body. Years of fighting EVOs had given him a toned, muscular build. His chest was smooth and hairless; his abs flat and well-defined. His cock was a deeper shade of caramel than the rest of his body. It jutted out from a tangle of dark curls, meaty and uncut, the tip glistening with precum—just begging to be devoured.
I moved closer, ready and willing to consume every part of him. But before our bodies could even touch, Rex held up a hand. At first I froze, thinking he had suddenly changed his mind, but I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt his fingers brush against my shoulder, touching upon one of the many scars I had acquired from years of mercenary work. He traced it downward, sweeping across my chest before moving to another on my hip. Thousands of tiny electric shocks burst inside me; my skin was aflame with lust. Rex's hand reached for my cock, and with one finger he traced a line from the base to the very tip, dabbing up a drop of precum that had formed there. He brought the digit up to his mouth and began to suck on it, making sexy little noises like he had just tasted the most delicious nectar on earth.
I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed his arm and pinned it to his side before roughly cupping his chin in my hand. Leaning in, I tilted his head back, sealing my lips over his. His mouth was eager to welcome me; I slipped inside without a hitch. This is what an adult kiss feels like, Rex, I thought as my tongue gracefully danced around, melting into the sweet warmth of his cavern. My fingers tangled in his hair; I drew us nearer, wrapping an arm around his waist. Our bodies were pressed tightly together now, Rex's legs locked around my hips, cocks dripping and grinding as I kissed him deeper, driving to the back of his throat. I was surprised at how good Rex tasted. I hadn't noticed it the first time he'd forced himself on me, but his taste was deep and complex, like coffee mixed with chocolate. I licked and sucked at his tongue, longing to drink every last drop.
Rex's hands were kneading my buttocks, tugging us closer together, causing even more pressure on our throbbing erections. I teased him by pulling away, tongue sliding out of his mouth just long enough so that I could flick it across his full, moist lips, then dipping right back inside. He moaned his annoyance at my little game, pushing forward into my kiss; I tugged sharply on his hair to put him in his place.
“Aaahh!” Rex cried out in pain as his head was jerked back. I was now free to attack his neck, licking along his jawline and planting wet kisses on his throat. Once Rex had loosened up and succumbed to the pleasure, I released my grip and shoved him down onto his back. He looked even more delicious splayed out on the table like an exquisite hors d'oeuvre. I allowed myself a brief moment to bask in the sight before leaning over to suck the flesh behind his earlobe.
My hands traveled down his taut chest, coming to rest at his nipples. I rolled the tiny nubs between my fingers, pinching them gently at first, then increasingly harder. Rex gasped, “Ahhh, Six...not so rough.”
I chose to ignore him, my mouth continuing its course lower. I stopped for a second to nibble on his collarbone, then licked a path straight down to one of his stiff buds. It was a deep pink and swollen from all the torment I'd dealt it. I gave it a quick kiss, then started to tease the tip with my tongue. Rex moaned his approval.
I'd always thought that a man's nipples were some of his best features. Rex's were particularly nice—small, perfectly round and extra-sensitive. I felt his cock twitch when I sucked on them. He must've been feeling it badly, because he thrashed his hips in a desperate attempt for some friction. I clamped my teeth down as my way of saying Be patient.
“Please, Six...ahhhnnn...I can't...”
Too bad, Rex—this is how I like to play.
“Six...Six...please...”
I could've dedicated an entire night to Rex's nipples, but my cock was also screaming for attention. And the sound of his voice as he begged—it was almost enough to make me cum right then and there. I abandoned his chest and slowly edged lower. My tongue trailed along his stomach and into his bellybutton. I lapped up the precum that pooled there, enjoying its salty, delicate flavor—Rex's flavor. I wanted more; I wanted to taste all of him.
His hard cock brushed against my cheek as I parted his legs and began sucking the inside of his thigh. Down here, I could leave all the marks I wanted. My teeth dug into the soft flesh, causing Rex's body to jerk at the sensation. I turned my head and repeated the action on the other leg, creating a pair of matching bruises. When I was content that I had left my impression on him, I moved on to the main course. Licking my lips, I spread his legs wider.
Rex inhaled sharply as my tongue made contact with his balls. I took one into my mouth and sucked gently. “Mmmm...Six...” The room was animated with Rex's moans. They only grew louder as I released the one and began on the other. When I'd had my fill, I switched to sucking at the base of his cock, then left a trail of kisses along his shaft as I worked my way up.
I glanced up to gauge Rex’s reaction. He was propped up on both elbows, straining to watch me worship his length with my tongue. Our eyes met briefly, and I was granted a glimpse of the insatiable lust that was usually hidden behind a veil of boyish innocence. Rex wanted more; his expression shouted Fuck me! But I couldn’t give in so easily. I knew the longer I held out, the better the prize would be. I turned my attention back to his cock.
His slit was practically gushing. The sticky fluids clung to my lips as I greedily slurped them down. I played with his foreskin, lightly tugging at it with my teeth. With the right amount of suction, I was able to pull the skin back with my mouth, unsheathing his smooth, crimson head. My lips parted and slowly took him in, reveling in the musky flavors that grew more intricate with each centimeter. I worked my mouth around his turgid flesh while firmly grasping the base of his cock with one hand and cupping his balls in the other. Each time I came back to his head, I would swirl my tongue around it several times; Rex’s cock would jerk suddenly, and the room would fill with his groans.
I took pleasure in eliciting squeals of satisfaction from him. With his cock buried deep in my mouth, I began to hum, partly to display the enjoyment I felt from sucking him, and partly because I knew the vibrations would drive him over the edge.
My prediction was right; Rex began trembling, his hand grasping at the back of my head. “Six…ahnnn…” His fingers unsuccessfully attempted to pull me away. “Six, please…I can’t take it anymore…I just…I want you to fuck me already!”
I had wanted to suck him dry—to feel his cock quiver as he released his milky cum into my mouth. But the sound of his voice as he cried out instilled a sense of urgency in me; I didn’t think I could hold out much longer, either. Besides, time was not on our side. Having sex in a public place in Providence was risky. And though I highly doubted Knight or any of the other agents were scrambling to repair the security camera, it was only a matter of hours before the morning shift rolled in looking for a caffeine fix. We would still need to clean up any mess we’d made before then and make a discreet getaway. It had been years since I’d done anything so reckless, but it had also been years since anyone had made me feel this crazy.
Rex breathed a sigh of relief when I pulled back. He lay back on the table, bringing his knees to his chest as though he was ready for me to penetrate him and start pounding away.
“We need some lube.”
When he heard that, he opened his eyes and sat up, a look of concern furrowing his brow. “Oh, um…you have some, right?”
I raised my eyebrow. “Sorry, it’s not something I normally carry around with me.”
“But we can still do it, right?” Rex looked heartbroken at the possibility of being denied the sex he had worked so hard to obtain. “Right, Six?”
“Hrmmm.” I glanced around the room. My eyes chanced upon the fridge in the corner. It was a long shot, but there might have been something in there that could solve our dilemma. I strolled over, amidst protests from Rex.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“I'm gauging our options,” I replied. I threw the door open, scanning the contents for any sort of viscous liquid. But there was nothing inside but a few odd sandwiches and tupperware containers, and a smattering of condiments. Just thinking about coating my cock in ketchup made my erection soften a bit.
“So...anything good?” Rex asked.
“A bottle of creamy Italian dressing and a jar of mayonnaise.”
“Which one do you think will work better?”
I glared at him and shut the fridge door. “No.”
“Aauuugh!” His wailing seemed loud enough to pierce my eardrums. “But you said—you promised—we could have sex!”
“And we're still going to.” Fuck if I was going to leave without getting off. I deserved it after all the shit Rex had put me through. “Get on your hands and knees. Face away from me.”
“But how—”
“Just shut up and do it,” I scolded. Rex complied, turning over onto all fours, his legs slightly parted. From this position, I had a wonderful view of his gorgeous ass. I pulled up a chair and sat down, maneuvering myself so that I was at eye-level with his rear. With both hands, I began rubbing his buttocks, palms gliding over the smooth skin. Rex let out a confused murmur. I'm sure he had no idea what I was planning for him. I pried apart his cheeks, revealing his entrance, small and dark like the pit of an exotic fruit. I wondered if he tasted just as sweet.
I planted a long kiss directly in the center of his opening. My tongue darted out to sweep across it; Rex moaned in pleasure at this new sensation. Slowly, I circled the tight ring of muscle with the very tip of my tongue, softening it with my saliva. I devoted myself to that little pucker, anticipating the moment my large cock would tear it open. My hand fell to my lap and I stroked myself as I continued licking him. All this time I had been neglecting my own needs, and the ache was becoming all too apparent.
Thankfully, Rex was beginning to loosen up. He was crying my name and pushing back against me, demanding more. I sucked and tongued his hole until it began to relax and open somewhat. Then, I wriggled my wet appendage inside, probing as deep as I could into that sweet, hot orifice. When Rex felt me force my way inside, he tried to squirm away, but I looped an arm around his waist and held him fast. I was having too much fun tasting him.
“Six, it feels...weird...ahhhhnn.”
My tongue continued to caress his inner walls. I fucked him with it, thrusting in and out, curling and twisting it inside. His balls bounced against my chin as I rocked his hips back, pushing deeper and deeper. Down below, my cock was slick with precum; I rubbed my slit, coating my fingers with it. As I withdrew from Rex's hole, I slid a digit into his crack, bringing it to rest where my tongue had just been. I watched his entrance twitch as I teased the edge with one sticky finger. I circled the opening, pressing against it but easing up before he had the chance to swallow. I could hear how flustered this constant torment was making him.
“Haahh, mmmm...” his breathing was heavy. “Hurry up! Please.”
I was struck with the sudden urge to see his face. I couldn't stop thinking of how sexy he must look when teased to the breaking point. Grasping his hips, I guided him down onto his back again. Rex followed my cues as I motioned for him to spread his legs. The light from the fixtures overhead reflected off his skin, giving a warm glow to his engorged cock. I took hold and began pumping, my other hand traveling back down between his legs to his moistened hole. My index finger glided inside easily, sinking in up to the knuckle.
Rex hummed his approval as I slid in and out. “Mmm, Six...feels so good.” His insides were burning hot, throbbing and contracting around me. I couldn't wait to feel that wet heat around my erection.
“Six...ahhnn...more...deeper...”
I couldn't believe how worked up Rex was getting. Had he really fingered himself like he'd said? My cock swelled at the thought. I gave Rex what he wanted, slowly pulling out and adding a second digit. With a longer finger inside, I could reach the sweet spot that I knew would make Rex feel better than he'd ever felt before. I moved around searching for it, all the while reveling in the blissful look on Rex's face.
“Fuck, Six...it's so good...”
Deeper, deeper...it was here somewhere.
“Aahhh, ohhhh...ooohhh...oh, fuck!!” Rex abruptly arched his back, throwing his mouth wide open in ecstasy.
Perfect. I massaged his prostate, curling my fingers inward, my hand quickening the pace on his cock. He was almost bucking now, unable to control his movements as I pleased him from both front and back. I moved my digits around in a circle before spreading them ever so slightly, stretching his tightened entrance. His ass clenched around me, muscles twitching. His cock began to spasm, and he suddenly released his load into my palm.
I kept my fingers inside him as I watched the hot, white liquid drip onto his stomach. Rex struggled to catch his breath, his nanites surging through his body on the crest of an intense orgasm, creating jagged blue lines on his skin. They covered every part of him, including his softening erection. My fingers popped out of his ass as I jumped back, afraid of what would happen were he to suddenly transform while I was still inside. But after a moment, the crisscrossing lines faded; both Rex and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Six,” he panted, “I'm ready now. Hurry up and fuck me.” He wiped the sweat from his forehead, then placed his shaking hand on his chest. “Please, Six?”
I gazed at the helpless-looking EVO before me. For someone who'd never had sex before, he certainly wasn't apprehensive. “Are you sure? I should probably stretch you some more first.” I didn't want to hurt him too much.
“I can't wait any longer; I want you so bad.”
I tried to reason with him. “It'll hurt, you know.”
Rex smiled between breaths. “Don't worry. I can handle it.”
Fine, I thought, I just hope you know I like it rough. I scooped up the semen from his abdomen and smeared it on my erection, making it nice and slippery. Then, I lifted Rex's hips and lined my cock up with his hole, pushing my head against his tight pucker. His slick entrance was already giving off a delicious wave of heat. The tip of my cock nuzzled against it, the warmth traveling through it all the way to my balls. I wanted to shove in and fuck him like there was no tomorrow, because come tomorrow, our lives would go on like this had never happened.
I took a deep breath. “You should try to relax, Rex. It'll make it a little less painful.”
“Relax? Shit, are you kidding, Six?” He laughed. I was somewhat taken aback by his response. “My heart is beating a mile-a-minute. I can never just relax when I'm around you.”
Whatever you say, Rex. I smiled to myself, and gently eased inside.
He whimpered when I entered him, his face contorting into a grimace of pain. His virgin hole was straining to accommodate me. Only the head of my cock was in, but Rex began clenching so tightly, I was afraid I would be trapped there, unable to move an inch. “Rex? Are you OK? Do you want me to stop?” I asked out of politeness, but I wouldn't have stopped even if he'd begged me to.
“No, I'm fine.” His words were labored. “Just...just go easy on me, OK?”
I smirked, leaning over and cupping his cheek in my hand. Our eyes locked; Rex seemed to loosen up a bit. “Now when have you ever known me to 'go easy on you', Rex?” He closed his eyes and nodded, accepting what was to come next. In one swift motion, I pushed the rest of myself inside.
The sensation was incredible. It had been ages since I'd fucked another man, I'd almost forgotten how warm and wonderful it felt. All the heat from Rex's body seemed to pool into that one spot—that deep, moist tunnel. I tried not to show it, but I was quickly losing myself to desire. I felt the ache all the way down to my toes.
I forced myself to pause for a moment, to give Rex time to get used to the unfamiliar length buried in him, threatening to split him open. He took several deep breaths, then mouthed Go. My hips moved deliberately, enjoying myself to the fullest. Gripping his thighs, I pushed his knees into his chest, raising his hips enough to give me a lovely view of my cock penetrating him. I licked my lips as I watched my shaft get swallowed up by his greedy little mouth. I pumped in and out at a tortuously slow pace, savoring every inch of him.
Rex began moaning as his pain turned to pleasure. I dug around for his prostate again, remembering how much he'd enjoyed when I'd touched him there the first time. His cock was growing hard; I reached for it and started stroking, quickening my pace as I fucked him faster.
“Ahh, Six...harder...more...” Rex grabbed his ankles, giving me a deeper angle of penetration. I could feel the sweat dripping from my face, my body. My cock was about to explode. Yet here was Rex, demanding everything I had to give and more.
The cheaply-made table rattled beneath us as I thrust into him with every ounce of my strength. I couldn't help but cry out as the pressure and heat attempted to suck out my very soul. I furiously worked my hand around his throbbing length, desperate to make him cum again.
“Fuck, Six...I'm so close...” His voice sounded so melodic and sultry. “I'm gonna—”
But I beat him to it. With one final thrust, I came inside him, my body struggling to stay on its feet as the electric shocks of pleasure shook me to the core. My chest was heavy with exhaustion, but I continued stroking Rex until he threw his head back, wailing, “I'm cumiiinng!!”
This time when he orgasmed there was a bright flash of blue and a mechanical clink-ing; I barely had time to dodge as his Big Fat Sword appeared out of nowhere, slicing the air directly to the right of my head. I quickly pulled back, causing my cum to spill out of him and onto the floor. For a moment, I considered running to my jacket and grabbing my katanas.
“Fuck, fuck—I'm sorry!” He yelled, drawing the nanites back into his body. His arm returned to normal, and he ran a quivering hand through his mussed hair. “Sorry, Six, it was so good I had trouble controlling my nanites. Umm...shit happens, right?” He shrugged.
I shook my head, still feeling the cold metal dangerously grazing my face. My erection was rapidly deflating, dripping semen all over. Meanwhile, Rex was just sitting up on the table, the fluids from his cock and ass leaking onto the dull gray surface. The signs of our early morning sexcapade were everywhere. I could only hope there were some cleaning supplies in the cabinet below the sink.
There was, however, a roll of paper towels hanging in plain sight above the faucet. I walked over to procure a few, holding my cock in one hand to prevent any further drips. When I had finished cleaning myself off, I tossed the roll to Rex. “Here—and you may want to wipe that table down.” I headed to where my clothes were hanging and started to get dressed.
“You know, Six,” he said happily, “That was even better than I imagined. Hell, it was probably the best night of my life.”
I turned to face him, buttoning my shirt with some effort. My fingers were still shaky from cumming so hard, and the fabric clung to my clammy flesh like a second skin. I had half a mind to interject that he'd barely lived long enough to make that statement. But my thoughts were cut off when I heard him say:
“I bet it'll be even better next time.”
“Next time?” Wasn't it enough that I had fucked him once? I froze and stared at him; the grin on his face was as bright as the day.
“You know, you're a tough man to seduce, Six.” He wadded up one of the paper towels and began dabbing the mess off his stomach. “But now that I've got you, I know you're all mine.”
Rex smiled slyly, his eyes gleaming. I felt a lump forming in the pit of my stomach.
“And believe me, Six, I'm never letting go.”

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