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Ambushing a guy in a dark alleyway at night was pretty dishonorable, even by Suho’s low standards, but when that guy happened to be his worst enemy, Suho figured he was allowed a bit of leeway. Besides, there was little doubt that Park Dojin, the recently awakened S-rank hunter, was up to no good, if he was mucking around behind abandoned buildings. No one lived in the neighborhood anymore, ever since a dungeon break in a nearby park caused most of the place to transform into a treacherous field of blue mist. Fortunately for Suho, this created a prime scenario for confronting ‘Park Dojin’—a mere cover identity for an apostle who had invaded Earth—also known as Tiel.
The shadows cast by the midnight hour aided Suho in tackling Tiel from above, his black mask and his twin weapons already donned in preparation for the ensuing fight. Yet, to Suho’s surprise, Tiel offered little resistance to being pinned against the wall, the impact of Suho’s gauntlets leaving cracks in the muddy brick behind Tiel’s back.
A tiny smirk crossed Tiel’s expression, before disappearing beneath a facade of confusion. “Hunter Sung Suho? What is the meaning of this?” The apostle’s fraudulently amicable tone of voice made Suho grit his teeth.
Leaning closer until their breaths were mingled, Suho shoved Tiel’s shoulder against the brick, causing the wall to fracture again from the additional force. “Hunter Park Dojin? That’s funny,” he scorned, dead-serious. “Isn’t your real name ‘Tiel’?”
Tiel’s veneer cracked, and was replaced by a calm, almost amused sort of smile. The lack of outward distress at being exposed threw Suho off-guard, but the surge of mana, mixed with killing intent, confirmed what Tiel was thinking of.
“To think you’ve been right here, all along.” Suho remembered watching the news broadcast of South Korea’s newest S-rank, and scoffed, “Have you had fun playing at being human?”
Even confronted with ferocious bloodlust and bearing the strain of Suho’s vice grip on his wrists, Tiel continued to smile, the sight of which made Suho veins sizzle with irritation. Tiel tilted his head, thoughtful, “It’s a pity. I wanted to save this meeting for the day you became our ‘believer’.”
Suho recoiled, a wave of disgust rising within him at the mere notion of joining the Itarim’s side. “I’d never—”
Tiel continued, undeterred, “It’s not too late. I want your power, Sung Suho,” the way Tiel’s mouth formed the syllables of his name made it sound intimate, as if whispered by a lover. Sincerity suffused Tiel’s next words, almost purring, “I want you.”
Unbidden, a warm flush crept up Suho’s neck, and he jolted from the indecent way that was spoken. The suggestive phrasing sent blood rushing to his groin, even if logic dictated that desire of the erotic variety wasn’t the context it was meant in. Except, something hard grazed Suho’s upper thigh, where his knee was wedged in between the other man’s legs. Suho glanced down at Tiel’s pelvis, and jolted at the sight there. Doubt riddled Suho’s mind, as he found himself not wanting to believe what he was seeing. Or rather, it was so improbable, that just the notion felt too absurd. Nowhere in his expectations for that night—try to murder Park Dojin, possibly get seriously hurt in the process—had he accounted for this.
“Are you messing with me?” Suho demanded, flustered. At the lack of comprehension he received in response, Suho pressed again, with more explicit detail, in spite of his blush intensifying, “Is this turning you on right now?” Just saying it out loud sounded ridiculous to his ears.
A blank expression remained on Tiel’s face, a small frown tugging at his lips. “What are you talking about?” Despite his confusion, Tiel’s erection could still be felt brushing against Suho’s pant leg.
Suho spluttered, his face hot, “Stop playing dumb!” Without him noticing, the weapons and mask he had formed using shadows had melted away, leaving him bare. “I can’t believe you’re aroused from this!” Anger gave way to pure mortification at the uncomfortable situation. It was honestly unfair. By all rights, Tiel should be the self-conscious mess between the two.
Understanding dawned, yet Tiel showed no sign of being discomfited by the revelation. “Oh, you’re talking about sex,” he observed calmly. His eyes flickered down to the tableau in between his legs. “Is that what this sensation is?” Tiel mused, as if he was still a virgin, yet his lack of prudishness suggested a lengthy and comprehensive experience with sexual activities. His blasé attitude, like that of a worldly philanderer, belied his puerile innocence surrounding the subject. “How novel. Instead of growing from a fruit, humans repopulate in this way.”
The fight was completely derailed by this point. Annoyance made Suho’s head smart; he wasn’t sure if he wanted to attempt rerouting the confrontation back to his original goal or not. Was it wrong to kill a guy before he ever had a chance to get off? Suho couldn’t help but wonder. Not to mention, the shift in atmosphere was enough to affect even him, now.
Under normal circumstances, Suho would never have considered it: Tiel was sexy.
More pertinently, Suho found Tiel sexy, from a personal standpoint that made it hard to be indifferent about their (apparent) mutual attraction to each other. It was a rude awakening that he would have hoped to never arouse from the depths of his inner psyche. His libido was completely stupid; Suho knew that he was attracted to men, had known for awhile, but he hadn’t realized his standards were so far below ground that they transcended dimensions, in every sense of the phrase. Tiel wasn’t even human. Suho was not going to lose his virginity to a (literal) fruit.
A fruit who was presently pressed up against Suho’s body in multiple places, which felt quite nice. And he was giving Suho a look like he was genuinely, honest-to-god curious about what Suho could do to him in their current position.
Suho was probably going to lose his virginity to a literal fruit.
That was totally fine, actually. Suho was not having a second sexuality crisis over this. Attraction to sinister alien entities was pretty much the same thing as being attracted to men. They could try to kill or brainwash each other again later—afterwards. Having sex now was a matter of getting the pesky carnal desire out of their system, so that they could focus on fighting.
‘Tonight is a one-time thing,’ Suho promised himself, before removing his hand from one wrist to reach for Tiel’s erect cock.
Tiel’s breath hitched, and he arched his hips on instinct. The inviting response Tiel gave to having his cock stroked boosted Suho confidence, the last dregs of his inhibitions melting away. Redoubling his efforts, Suho attempted to get a better grip around the erection, but the fabric of Tiel’s pants impeded him.
“Take them off,” Tiel urged, before impatiently undoing his zipper with his free hand himself.
“Touchy,” Suho muttered, before refocusing on the task at hand. Stopping briefly to push Tiel’s pants down, Suho stared as his cock sprang free—it was pretty normal-looking, for alien dick, if not a little bit bigger than he would have expected.
The surreality of what he was planning to do gripped Suho; his body felt weightless, as if he wasn’t really present, here, in a dirty alleyway, about to jerk off an enemy leader. A moment of hesitation stalled him from proceeding further, before Tiel snapped breathily, “What are you waiting for?” Suho swallowed hard to clear his thoughts, then wrapped one hand around Tiel’s exposed cock.
Using his thumb to spread pre-cum from the tip along the shaft, Suho began to pump his fist up and down in earnest. His eyes wandered up to check on Tiel’s reaction as he jerked him off. Tiel’s ubiquitous composure—which had ticked Suho off earlier—was shattered, revealing a panting, red-faced expression underneath. His own cock tightened with interest. Reflexively, Tiel raised his free arm to cover his mouth with his sleeve, smothering his breathy moans in the fabric. Suho’s eyes narrowed. He wished he could pin both of Tiel’s wrists with one hand. Hungry for the sound of Tiel’s voice heady with pleasure, Suho taunted, “What do you think?”
Tiel lowered his sleeve slightly. “It’s really—” he gasped, “—feels good.”
“Okay, pillow princess,” Suho snarked dryly. His own erection was beginning to demand attention in his jeans, the ache becoming more intolerable the longer it went unaddressed. Slowing the slide of his hand with purpose, Suho ordered, “Now you try, or I’m leaving to jack off on my own.”
A faint smirk formed on Tiel’s lips, and he teased, “Oh, so you’re ‘turned on’ now too?”
“Shut the fuc—” A strangled moan broke free from Suho’s throat, as Tiel reached into his jeans and took hold of his cock. Dizzy for relief, Suho took his hand off of Tiel’s member to pull his boxers down, allowing Tiel better access to his rock-hard erection.
Mirroring what Suho was doing for him, Tiel rubbed the pad of his thumb around the slit, before folding his fingers around Suho’s cock and pumping his hand back and forth. Suho shuddered, and bucked his hips into Tiel’s palm on instinct. For someone who hadn’t even known how sex worked until recently, Tiel was way too good at returning the favor.
Heat roiled beneath Suho’s skin as the pace of their movements picked up, and his shirt clung to his chest unpleasantly with sweat. Suho grunted, and released his grip on Tiel’s cock to shuck his jacket off his shoulders, eliciting a needy whine from the other’s lips. Pulling his t-shirt up over his head, Suho threw the garment onto the dirty ground without a care in the world. The crisp night air felt cool against his bare torso, but he craved the scorch of another’s body flush against his own. “Take off your shirt,” Suho insisted roughly, releasing Tiel’s wrist.
Tiel stared at Suho’s bare chest in a dazed stupor, before blinking and fumbling to undo the buttons on his dress shirt. The frustratingly slow rate in which hints of pale skin were revealed bit by bit was like torture to Suho, his head spinning with lust. “Goddamnit,” Suho cursed. In his impatience, he tore the rest of Tiel’s shirt open using brute force, the buttons flying off all at once. Placated now that they had both stripped their clothes, Suho returned to stroking Tiel’s cock with renewed fervor.
Knees buckling at the sudden action, Tiel bit back a moan, hissing out, “That was expensive…you better—”
“I don’t care,” Suho rasped, overcome with animalistic desire. His usual state of mind was a million worlds away, replaced by a version of him that only knew how to satiate the restless need sizzling in his blood. Because of the system’s protection from the brainwashing effects of star powder, he had never known blind worship, what it was like to revere a god he didn’t believe in against his will. But Suho thought that it might feel something like this—losing himself in the pleasure of grinding against his enemy.
Tension mounted in the pit of Suho’s stomach as he continued to rut into Tiel’s hand, until Suho knew he was drawing close to the edge. But he didn’t want the night to end so soon.
Groaning, he wrenched away from the delicious friction around his cock, halting the movement of his own hand as well. Tiel whined, confused by the sudden distance between their sweat-slicked bodies. “Shit,” Suho swore emphatically, then pleaded, “Can I fuck you?” If he was in his right mind, he would have been embarrassed by how desperate his voice sounded, even to his own ears.
Suspense gripped the atmosphere in a weighty stillness as Tiel considered Suho’s question. The apostle shared every reason Suho had not to go all the way with an obvious enemy. It only took a few seconds for Tiel to ignore all of those reasons, in much the same manner. Curiosity smoldered in his eyes, his hard cock leaking pre-cum. “Okay,” he agreed, sounding breathless, “But you have to teach me how it works.”
“Played hooky from sex ed?” Suho mocked, his voice coming out shaky, as he tried to mask the way his heart pounded at having not been rebutted. Truthfully, his health classes weren’t very informative about having intercourse with a member of the same sex either, but he had drawn and consumed enough erotica to understand the fundamentals, and then some.
Lubricant was a necessity, especially since Tiel had never been penetrated before. An almost comical silence ensued as Suho contemplated the practicality of an impromptu drugstore trip. The solution came to Suho in a stroke of truly debauched ingenuity. Mentally sending a token apology to the system architect, Suho opened his shop window and purchased a bottle of lube.
Tiel watched the item materialize in quiet fascination. “What is that?” he queried.
“Lube,” Suho replied, popping the cap off and squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers, “Trust me, you’ll thank me for it later.” Storing the bottle in his inventory, Suho instructed, “Face the other way.”
In a tentative display of trust in their mutual lust for one another, Tiel turned around so that his back was facing Suho. If Suho still wanted to execute his original plan for the night, now would be the best opportunity to do so. Unfortunately, he had blue balls.
Moving Tiel into the position he wanted, Suho tugged Tiel’s hips back, prompting the other to brace his palms on the brick wall for balance. The expanse of Tiel’s pale backside flushed pink, his ass being presented to him—the view of it all made arousal pool in Suho’s stomach, his eyes darkening with desire.
Suho started by circling the rim of the entrance with his index finger, thoroughly slicking the taut muscle with lubricant as he did so. A shiver raced through Tiel’s frame at the unexpected sensation. Waiting until after the tension melted from Tiel’s shoulders, Suho delved his finger into the waiting hole, causing Tiel to inhale sharply and clench around the intrusion.
Groaning at the warm tightness enveloping his index finger, and the thought of how it would feel if it was his cock inside of Tiel instead, Suho exhaled deeply. He held his hand still and murmured, “You need to relax, or this isn’t going to be fun for either of us.”
Ragged breathing was all he heard in response, but a few seconds later, the ring of muscle fluttered and loosened up, allowing Suho to languidly push his finger deeper before pulling back, then repeating the motion over again. The sound of Tiel’s broken gasps invigorated Suho, prompting him to slide a second finger in to join the first. Lightly curling his fingers as he pistoned them in and out of the tight channel, Suho searched for the rumored spot that would make Tiel see stars.
When Suho brushed against the prostate gland, Tiel jerked as if a spark went off inside of him, an incoherent cry tumbling from his lips. “Right there, huh?” Suho husked, intrigued by the obscene reaction he could elicit. Ravenous for more, Suho continued to fingerfuck Tiel’s hole while massaging his prostate with every stroke, causing Tiel to dissolve into a mess of helpless moans and full-body shudders.
Overwhelmed by the torturous pleasure which rocked his frame, Tiel reached back and grabbed Suho’s wrist, begging in between choked breaths, “T-too much… o-oh god… s-slow down…”
Suho immediately paused his movements, furrowing his eyebrows. “Did that hurt?” he asked, almost tenderly despite their status as enemies.
Still shaky from the intensity of the prostate stimulation he had received, Tiel turned around, and rasped, “It felt so good, I thought I was going to die.” The wrecked expression he sported—flushed cheeks and a hazy look in his golden eyes—piqued Suho’s interest in experiencing what he just did to Tiel for himself. But the insistent twitching of his dick, bordering on painful, told him that that experiment would have to wait until another day.
“Do you still want to continue?” Suho prodded, praying Tiel was still amenable to taking it up the ass.
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to figure out how to finish the job myself,” Tiel warned. Clear fluid dripped from the tip of his erection, teetering precariously on the cusp of his peak.
Suho didn’t need to be told twice. Resummoning the lube from his inventory, he quickly slicked up his aching cock in a lust-addled frenzy, before stashing the bottle again.
Surging forward, Suho lifted Tiel into the air and hitched both legs up around his hips, his biceps straining from the effort of supporting the weight. A sharp gasp flew from Tiel’s lips as his shoulders crashed backwards into the muddy brick, and he grabbed onto Suho’s shoulders for balance. If Suho hadn’t invested all of his stat points in strength, he might have had some difficulty maintaining this position, braced against the wall. “Tell me if it hurts,” Suho grunted, lining up his hard cock with Tiel’s entrance.
Tiel quipped, “I’ll be sure to mention that when you try to murder me—” he broke off into a keening moan, as Suho lowered him onto his cock, steadily at first, before spearing him the rest of the way down with a sudden snap of the hips. Tiel’s erection twitched with pleasure against Suho’s abs, and he threw his head back, mouth falling open in surprise.
Suho groaned at the euphoric heat squeezing his cock, the mild burn in his arms from propping Tiel up fading into the background. All he could focus on was the sensation of Tiel’s walls clamping down around him, sending jolts of pleasure tingling down his cock. Unable to meet Tiel’s eyes now that they were joined together, Suho buried his face in the crook of the apostle’s neck, breathing heavily.
Desperate for some friction, Tiel grabbed a fistful of black hair and tugged, hard, causing an almost masochistic shudder to wrack Suho’s frame. Suho grunted, and pulled out halfway, before roughly slamming his hips forwards. An indecent cry ripped out of Tiel’s throat in response, followed by a litany of lewd moans and gasps as Suho pounded in and out of his hole with abandon.
“Fuck! You’re so—” Suho growled into Tiel’s collarbone. On impulse, he bit down on the delicate flesh there, leaving a shiny red bruise behind.
When the cumbersome position against the gritty wall became too much to handle in the heat of the moment, Suho yanked out, and set Tiel down on his feet. Not bothering to explain his intentions, Suho spun Tiel around and shoved his upper body against the brick, then plunged his cock back into the waiting hole, his fingers digging into Tiel’s hips. Knees buckling from the sudden change in position, Tiel lurched, instinctively arching his ass back to meet Suho’s thrusts as if he was created for the sole purpose of doing so.
“S-Suho,” Tiel moaned, rocking his hips in a desperate rhythm, “I think I’m a-about to—”
“Not yet,” Suho commanded sharply. They weren’t done yet. Eyes dark with carnal desire, he switched one of his hands from gripping Tiel’s hips to pinning both his wrists to the brick above his head. “Don’t you dare fucking touch yourself—” Growling, Suho snapped his hips forward and rutted into Tiel’s hole as if he was possessed by the spirit of a wild beast.
Tiel’s rigid cock leaked pre-cum, weeping from the unusual torment it was subjected to. Hapless whines spilled from Tiel’s lips, intermingled with the harsh sound of bare skin slapping bare skin.
Suho’s eyes blazed, gratification furling in his chest at the titillating sight of Tiel so utterly ruined by him. In a fit of possessive urges, Suho leaned down to litter bites over the back of Tiel’s bare shoulders, sucking and nipping at the pale skin there as to leave a canvas of red spots in his wake. Tiel didn’t belong to Suho; they weren’t even friends. But Suho wanted Tiel to see the bite marks on his back, feel the soreness all over his body, and know that it was Suho who had reduced him to a panting, fucked-out wreck.
Tension coiled in Suho’s stomach, beads of sweat rolling down his naked chest as his exhilaration continued to swell higher and higher, until his entire body felt like the hypocenter of a nuclear explosion. Feeling his climax drawing near, Suho adjusted the angle of Tiel’s hips so that his cock sank even deeper into the tight hole, directly ramming Tiel’s over-sensitive prostate with every thrust.
An erotic scream tore from Tiel’s throat as intense shockwaves wracked his entire body. Thin, milky fluid oozed from his slit, cumming untouched from the brutal stimulation to his prostate. Tiel’s hole spasmed around the cock still fucking in and out of him, propelling Suho to tumble over the edge as well.
Burying his cock up to the hilt, Suho groaned like an animal as the most intense orgasm he’s ever experienced slammed into him. Ecstasy rippled through his shuddering frame, his cock pulsing inside of Tiel’s hole and filling him up with hot semen.
As he rode the waves of the climax to completion, Suho released Tiel’s wrists to reach around his body and jerk his neglected cock, dragging another earth-shattering orgasm from the still convulsing male. “Ohgod—S-Suho!” Tiel nearly sobbed from the relentless assault of pleasure on his frazzled senses, every inch of his body feeling like it was aflame with overwhelming bliss. Ropes of thick, white cum streaked out of Tiel’s pulsating member and painted the concrete below.
After finishing, Tiel collapsed bonelessly against the wall, his spent cock twitching from the aftershocks of their intense sex together. Suho pulled out, a thin string of semen extending between the tip of his cock and Tiel’s stretched-out hole. His pulse thundered, before gradually winding down into a lazy drumming in his ears. It felt as if all of Suho’s strength had left his body at once. Absent-mindedly, Suho indulged in the view of his cum dripping from Tiel’s ass, feeling satiated.
Suho couldn’t believe that just happened. It was the best orgasm of his life, and he had it while fucking his worst enemy into a dirty back alley wall. His eyes widened, hindsight reaching him just in time to be too late to have prevented this from occurring in the first place. “Holy shit,” Suho breathed out.
This was going to make future battles so awkward that Suho might just perish from the mortification alone. If that failed to do him in, then he’d get killed while reminiscing about Tiel getting fucked by him; Suho would be too horny to concentrate on staying alive. What a way to die—at least his final thoughts would be full of pleasant memories. Suho wasn’t even sure if he’d ever find a better lay than Tiel had been for him. Somehow, he doubted it.
Yet, no matter how thoroughly he searched his conscience for it, Suho couldn’t find himself regretting what had transpired that night.
Tiel was being eerily quiet, propped up against the wall for balance, merely watching Suho freak out while wearing a pensive expression. Suho wondered what he was thinking about, how he was reacting to their tryst in the privacy of his own head. Indulgently, Suho hoped that Tiel found their sex to be as incredible as he did. Maybe then, he’d have an equal fighting chance next time they tried to kill each other.
Now would actually be the ideal occasion to do so. Still limp and undoubtedly sore from the merciless fucking, Tiel was probably too weak to put up a proper resistance if Suho wanted to try eliminating him here. Meanwhile, Suho had saved the status recovery reward from his daily quest, with the intention of using it in battle against Tiel. Negating his refractory period wasn’t what he had in mind at the time, but served as an effective use for it nonetheless.
However, discomfiture churned in Suho’s stomach at the idea of killing Tiel right after having mind-blowing sex with him. It seemed like the sort of line he should never cross, even considering the threat Tiel posed.
“This… didn’t happen, alright?” Suho felt like an asshole just saying those words, as if he was the toxic fuckboy in a stereotypical K-drama. To further demean himself, he followed up with a second, even more cliché phrase, “Next time I see you, it’s on sight.”
Tiel stared at him blankly, not dignifying him with a response. Skepticism filled in his eyes with pointed arrows, like he fully expected Suho to return for a second round of frenzied sex. Suho shifted uncomfortably under the pressure of his cynical stare.
Finally, Tiel spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse from moaning all night, but quite droll, “Thanks for teaching me how to have sex.”
Suho squirmed, wanting to run away from Tiel’s stupidly attractive face and quiet amusement at the situation. Rueful, his breath hitched, “Don’t mention it.”
Taking that as his cue to leave, Suho gathered up his discarded clothes and put them back on. He barely registered all the grime on the inside of his shirt, shrugging on his jacket in a hurry. His skin felt sticky and gross, in desperate need of a shower, but Tiel was almost certainly going to have a worse time cleaning up the mess Suho made of him.
If they weren’t enemies, Suho would have stayed behind to help put Tiel back together, but they were enemies, so he ran away into the night, not looking back to see Tiel’s expression.
(Tiel smiled, having passed sex ed with flying colors.)