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"Freddie... I'm bored."
"I'm busy, Vax, please entertain yourself."
"Fine."
Percy looked up at the sound of metal scraping against his wooden desk, and his eyes popped as he watched Vax, who sat on his desk, pick Retort up. Instantly, his blood ran cold because Vax was reckless, and Retort was loaded. He didn't know which was worse; Vax handling his gun, or that his highly dangerous gun was even close to Vax. Either one of them could get hurt.
"Vax'ildan!" He yelled, instantly trying to swat the gun to the side and grab it away from him. But Vax held onto it as he bolted across the room, sitting down on the cot on the far side of the workshop.
Percy made to stand, but then, his breath hitched as he watched nimble, dexterous hands easily clearing the gun, twisting the single bullet between his slender fingers before flicking it towards him. It made him flinch, and he didn't catch it. He didn't know Vax knew how to do that.
Vax raised an eyebrow at Percy before beginning to examine Retort. And Percy couldn't help but sit back down and stare. Gods... Retort had no right to look that good in Vax's hands.
"So... you're the thing Percy spends all his time down here focusing on, hmmm? He pays a lot of attention to you, I can tell..." Vax purred seductively at the gun, tilting it back and forth.
"Gently touching you, stroking you, and oiling you up..."
Percy blinked rapidly, trying to steady his breathing as he watched on, his anxiety turning to intrigue. Vax was handling the gun adequately, although sexually implicit. He tilted it sideways, balancing it slightly on its left side as he began to stroke the stock and then the grip. Up and down, his hold on it tightening, up and down, his fingers dipping underneath to the butt, before working its way back up again, all the way to the grip, which he'd run his thumb across.
Percy couldn't stop staring, feeling his face warm, his breathing change, and his skin tingle. He shifted around, feeling uncomfortable in his clothes as his dick began to harden. The thought made him blush, and he bit his cheek in protest at his growing interest. He had a thing for guns and a thing for Vax, but never in his wildest dreams had he thought about the two things combined.
Both he and Vax were jealous boyfriends, but he'd never thought Retort a potential problem.
Vax's stroking stopped, and Percy looked away from his hands, meeting his eyes. Vax's eyes were wide, bright, and twinkling with amusement. Percy cleared his throat shyly and made to look away, but Vax stuck out his tongue and began to lick the parts of the gun he'd just been stroking and up to the trigger guard.
It was absurd, absolutely ridiculous, and obscene, but Percy couldn't help the way his body began to react, as if the gun were a part of him. It reminded him of The List, except with a mocking half-elf instead of a soul devouring demon. But he could hear it whispering, calling to him, becoming him.
A deep, low growl rumbled in his chest as Vax double-checked the barrel before tilting the gun up towards the roof. Percy moaned softly as Vax began to press kisses to it, his bottom lip protruding, slowly making his way up along its length, only stopping at the muzzle. Vax kept his eyes on him the entire time, making sure to keep his attention. And he gave it.
When Vax's tongue reached the muzzle, he ran it across it a few times, and gods, Percy could have sworn he could feel it. It was a tickling sensation, feathery against overly sensitive skin. When Vax was toying with it earlier, he'd sensed it when he'd kissed the length, and now, as Vax's tongue dipped into it...
"Perfect thing you are... so big and heavy," Vax purred: "I bet you'll feel so, so good in my mouth."
Percy's erection grew strong as Vax slowly, carefully, pressed only the tip of the gun into his mouth and rested it on his tongue. Percy leaned forward in his seat, his lips parted, and eyes wide. That gun had never looked more beautiful, and the finely crafted piece looked perfect on the lips of the masterpiece currently smirking wickedly at him, yellow eyes piercing his own.
Vax kissed the tip, then began to move it between his lips, in and out, ocassionaly twirling his tongue or pressing it into the muzzle.
Percy's eyes fluttered... he licked his lips and clenched his fists because, yes, he was certain that he could feel it. The feathery sensation became a pleasant tickling one.
"I wonder what you'd taste like," Vax asked, looking at Percy as he did, "and how much of you I could take."
Then, Vax began to take more of the barrel into his mouth, slowly and then more, slowly, until he pulled it back out. Percy sighed out loudly, and Vax chuckled.
"More."
The whisper was clear, but Percy choked in surprise regardless of the voice being inside his head. Vax raised an eyebrow at him, pausing mid-kiss, lips against the muzzle, and Percy cleared his throat, gesturing non-chanlanty for him to continue if he so wished.
If it was his intention to look disinterested or unaffected, he failed miserably, based on the way Vax shuffled deeper onto the cot, getting into a more comfortable position to wrap his hands around the handle, and the barrel.
It felt so real... His hands were warm, his grip tight, and his fingers nimble and soft.
Vax pushed the muzzle back into his mouth and then a part of the barrel. A thin line of saliva ran down the side of his chin.
So real... His lips were soft, his tongue clever, and his mouth wet.
Vax hollowed his cheeks, sucked loudly, moaned deeply, and released the gun with a pop of his lips.
The vibration sent shivers up Percy's spine, the feeling intensifying the stimulation, and he didn't want it to end.
"More."
Percy stood, knocking the chair to the floor, and startled Vax, who sat still as he watched him approach quickly. His bright, twinkling eyes widened, and he smiled victoriously.
"Oh, do I have your attention now?" Vax teased.
"More," Percy demanded, his tone deep and dark enough to surprise both of them. Vax's eyes dilated, and he moaned softly. Curious, Percy thought.
Vax released his grip on the gun easily as Percy took the gun from him, gripping it in his own hand instead. Vax's eyes fluttered, and he looked down, sighing out at the familiar grasp. Curiously, Percy adjusted his grip, and Vax frowned as if displeased.
"Do you like the way I hold it, Vax?" He asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow as Vax quickly shook his head as if clearing it and looked up at him through his lashes. His skin was flushed, his ears red, and he licked his lower lip as he nodded and quickly looked back down at Percy's hands.
Percy stroked the trigger - which he'd been avoiding - and Vax moaned; a loud and needy sound. Percy didn't dare pull on it, regardless of the fact that he'd watched Vax clear the weapon. But he kept moving his trigger finger nonetheless and tightening and loosening his hold on the grip.
The thought and scene made Percy chuckle humorously, as he realised that he was not the only one affected by Vax's little game.
"More."
"More," Percy said.
Vax's eyes shot up towards his, and he blinked lazily a few times before smirking and opening his mouth only partially, sticking out his tongue.
Percy rested Retort on it, humming in satisfaction as Vax pulled it into his mouth and wrapped his lips around it. Percy had the perfect view; looming over him, gun aimed at a downwards angle, forcing Vax to tilt his head back and look up at him.
"More."
"More," Percy said.
Vax frowned at him, the gun between his teeth.
"Deeper."
"Deeper. Take it deeper," Percy said.
Percy groaned out in satisfaction as Vax placed his hand on the barrel and guided it deeper into his mouth, and Percy felt the moment it hit the back of his throat and heard him slightly gag
Real... There, it felt so good right there, the tip of his dick against the back of Vax's throat, threatening to push in deeper.
Vax began to bob his head up and down, and Percy hissed out in frustration when he took hold of the gun, but all Vax did was tilt it so that he could suck it off more easily.
Percy threw his head back as he felt the gun hit the back of Vax's throat again and again, and Percy moaned deeply. Gods... it felt so real.
He could so easily fall apart, and he was so close to doing so. He was so deep in thought that he didn't even feel Vax pull the gun away, engrossed by the sound of kisses.
"Does it feel good, Percy?"
Percy nodded his head lazily, eyes closed, tilting his head forward as he sighed out.
"So good, fuck, I'm so close..."
Vax began to laugh, the gun was lowered to Percy's side, and the imaginary pleasurable feeling of Vax's mouth diappeared. He opened his eyes to glare at Vax, who was sitting on his desk again, smiling mischievously.
"Imagine that was your dick," he reasoned playfully, wiping some saliva off of his chin, "imagine that it was real."
Percy stepped closer irritably, his skin turning red and muscles flexing. It had felt very real to him, and the whisper in his head was screaming at him.
"More."
"You're a fucking tease, Vax'ildan."
"Oh? Are you imagining it... are you imagining me sucking your dick instead of Retort?" Vax chuckled, his eyes dropping to the gun still in Percy's hand. They were dark, and he licked his as he looked at it, blinking slowly.
"He likes it. It turns him on. Use it."
Percy shook his head to clear it and tried to shut the whisper out. He'd never use Retort on Vax. He couldn't risk hurting either of them, but he found himself walking towards Vax regardless, his trigger finger itching to be placed on its spot.
"It's so easy for him to use you, isn't it? He instructs, and you obey. You do what he wants, and he fucking loves it..." Vax said, pretending to snarl at Retort.
Percy paused, raised the gun, and began to twirl it between his fingers. He placed his hands on it as if it were a two-handed weapon, adjusting his grip, flexing his fingers, and teasing the trigger.
A smile crossed his face as he watched Vax keen at the sight, and he swallowed hard. Gods... his dick was throbbing painfully.
"Are you jealous, Vax? You know... I'm not very gentle with Retort. It does what I want when I want it, regardless," Percy said, and his voice adopted the dark, deep tone from earlier. Again, it made Vax moan, so Percy decided to keep using it.
"Hmmm... I can handle it," Vax hummed in response as his eyes stayed on the gun, the placement of Percy's hands, the way they flexed, and the position of his trigger finger.
"Use it."
"Can you handle it?" Percy asked, "do you think you're a strong enough opponent, equally as worthy of my time as it?"
He stepped backward carefully, measuring and calculating every step until he reached a chair, sinking down onto it. Vax watched him curiously, and Percy chuckled at how Vax approved of how observant he was of his surroundings.
"Prove it," Percy ordered, grinning at Vax's wide-eyed and breath hitching response. Vax hummed, eyes dropping to the gun that was dangling from Percy's fingers, aimed at the floor.
"Make me," Vax said.
Percy should have given it some thought, as a clear minded man would never do such a thing to one he loved, and any other marksman would be appalled by it. But he raised the gun, his hands finding their familiar positions instinctively, and aimed it right at Vax's head. Vax's eyes popped, his breathing changed, and he swallowed hard - all natural responses to having an explosive weapon aimed at you. Except, Vax then moaned, leaned forward expectantly, and his eyes darted between Percy's hands, the barrel, and Percy's eyes.
Percy took a deep breath, steadying himself as he tried to calm his excited nerves. Every fiber of him was pulsing, aching, and burning as if preparing for a fight, high on adrenaline.
"Demand what you want."
"Undress, right now," he ordered, smirking at himself as he managed to sound almost exactly like he did when ordering an enemy to stand down or run away. But Vax, well, he didn't run.
Instead, he jumped off of the desk nimbly and began to tug at his clothes. He was moving too fast for Percy's liking, but he couldn't stop staring as those beautiful hands began to work at the buttons on his tunic. Percy was disappointed that he wasn't wearing his ever-present armor for once, thinking about how much more realistic that would have made this feel. Eventually, he shook his head clear and found his voice.
"Slow down," he said, glaring as Vax raised an amused eyebrow at him.
Now, those dexterous fingers capable of such incredible things moved slowly, undoing each button as if picking a lock. When there were none left, and only the buttonless part of his tunic remained, Vax stopped. Percy moaned softly at the small amount of skin now visible, just enough to make him hungry for more.
Percy wanted to grab him and trace his collarbone with his fingers, then run his fingers lower, spreading them to touch his pecs, trace the line down the center of his chest, sneak his fingers underneath and pull the offending fabric to the sides to reveal more of him, before ripping the lower half in two to reveal his stomach. He knew what battle-hardened, toned muscle he'd find there, and yet, he never tired of it.
"Do you get distracted with Retort, too?"
"Only when I'm thinking about your naked body, which, by the way, I've ordered you to show me."
Vax jolted, blinked, and blushed. Percy hummed happily as Vax reached over his shoulder, gathered the fabric up between his fingers, and pulled the tunic over his head. It dropped to the floor at his side, an unfathomably seductive sound.
Vax's breathing was visibly labored, and it made it impossible not to stare at the way his chest moved. Percy loved his lean form, the way his body fit his role as rogue perfectly, the way it fit in his arms perfectly.
Vax kicked off his boots next, then his socks, and Percy hummed an approval. He liked Vax completely naked, wanting to see his toes curl in ecstasy.
Next, Vax began to work at his belt, sliding the leather between the fingers on one hand and the palm of the other slowly, before whipping it across his bent knee and dropping it to the floor. Percy jolted at the sound and purred at the sight. The voice inside his head yelled at him, and he convinced it to be patient.
Percy watched Vax begin to undo the laces to his pants, fingers lingering on his hips, the lines between them, and then dipping down the front. Vax paused, looking at Percy until Percy reluctantly looked back up. Then Vax smirked and pushed his pants down, stepping out of them.
Percy had aimed his gun at many creatures, people, and objects, but never has it been aimed at something so beautiful or so valuable. Vax stood in front of him naked, hands at his side, completely unbothered. He had no reason to feel shy, and he knew very well how much Percy liked his body. A quick glance down between Percy's legs was all the assurance he needed. But a quick glance between Vax's was all the encouragement that Percy needed.
"Step closer, slowly," Percy ordered, waiting.
He gestured for Vax to stop when he was close enough for his liking, only a dozen or so inches away from him. He took his eyes off of Vax, letting them trail along the length of Retort; such a prized possession, so shiny, with intricate carvings, and crafted with perfect precision.
Then, he looked back at Vax, examining him head to toe; a prized possession as well, shaped so naturally beautiful, lean lines and sharp curves, with the scarred markings of a fighter, beautiful soft tanned skin, and absolutely perfect.
Percy swallowed hard, dragging his eyes up slowly, teasing Vax, who... wasn't looking at him. He was looking at Retort, as if the two of them were engaged in a showdown of sorts. The two of them looked so beautiful as one; hard, cold metal and a warm, soft body.
He should keep them close. He should keep them as one.
"Drop to your knees, here, between my legs," Percy croaked out, his voice betraying his eagerness as he whined at the idea.
Vax took the final step, and it took everything Percy had not to climax as Vax knelt down between his legs so obediently and stuck out his tongue. He looked delicious, and Percy raised the gun at an angle so that he could better see Vax's face, mesmerized by his flushed skin, dilated eyes peering up at him through long lashes and a starved expression.
"How far do you think he'll let you take this?"
"My hands are full. Make yourself useful," Percy said, gesturing towards the laces on his pants with Retort. Vax did not look pleased with the weapon being aimed at anything other than him, so as he leaned in, fingers working at laces, Percy waited.
The moment Vax had the laces undone, head lowered, and lips on him, Percy pressed the muzzle of the gun to his head. Vax whimpered in surprise, his entire body flexing, his breath hitching. His lips stilled as he tried to calm his body, hand at the base of Percy's dick shaking for only a moment. Then, he greedily took a good amount of it into his mouth, encircling the rest with his hand, and began.
Percy hissed at the warmth, wetness, hum on Vax's lips, and the sheer eagerness of it. Retort had experienced this, too. Instinctively, Percy's grip on his gun wavered, the pressure against Vax's head decreasing, and Vax growled at him in response.
Percy chuckled deeply, hardening the pressure again as his other hand grabbed a fistful of Vax's hair. He loved pulling on it, and Retort let him do whatever he wanted, so Vax would as well. Vax liked rough, and he liked dirty, but if he wanted to compete with Retort, he was in for more than Percy thought he could handle.
He didn't need to keep his eyes on the gun to keep accurate aim, even in battle, so he didn't do it now either, choosing to throw his head back instead. This is what Retort had experienced, and he had felt it... he could swear it.
He focused on the feeling of Vax moving his head up and down, like a piston. He felt his lips lingering on the tip of his dick, licking at it, encircling it, sucking on it, just like the muzzle. Then, when he took him into his mouth again, Percy shivered as he recalled what it had looked like around Retort and how it had hit the back of Vax's throat.
"More."
"More."
Vax didn't ask questions or object, instead he shifted positions, and Percy hummed loudly as the head of his dick hit the back of Vax's throat. He heard him gag softly, and for a moment, he hesitated. Vax had always been bolder than him, but
"Deeper."
"Deeper."
This time, Vax jolted, slowly pulling away and looking up at him, lips around the tip of his dick only. Percy swallowed hard, ready to apologize, to backtrack, but Vax's eyes were bright with wonder.
"You're being very brave," Vax teased, his lips feathery against Percy's skin as he spoke.
"Retort doesn't tease. He doesn't moc---." Percy squeeled loudly in surprise as Vax pinned his legs and began to take him deeper into his mouth than he'd ever done before. Percy's legs twitched, and his grip on both the gun and Vax's hair changed, which made Vax growl at him in response and dig his fingernails into his pants as warning.
"Right, my apologies," Percy croaked out, trying to relax his body while tightening his hold. He overdid it slightly, the pressure of the gun against Vax's head accidentally tilting it up, and the grip in his hair making him hiss.
He stopped moving and looked up at Percy with a stern look as if waiting for Percy to adjust the position of the gun. Curiously, he didn't seem to be bothered with the grip on his hair, which made Percy smirk. He was met with the same stern expression and sat as still as only a sniper could while Vax began to carefully, slowly push his dick down his throat.
Vax gagged loudly, his fingers digging into Percy's pants hard enough for Percy to feel his nails, and Percy's previous bravado faltered. But Vax didn't stop, and soon Percy felt the tip of his tongue against his balls. It was a foreign feeling, and it made him shriek, which made Vax hum in amusement.
Percy had kept his eye on a target, gun aimed and kept in place, for extended periods of time before, but soon he was struggling. This was not part of his usual training regiment.
"It does what you want when you want."
The voice inside his head came louder, its tone sterner as if it craved more.
"Should I lay you out on my desk, as well, Vax?" He asked, trying an even deeper and lower tone. It certainly worked, as Vax's muscles flexed and goosebumps popped up all over his naked body.
"Lay you out, examine you carefully as I take you apart, little by little, until I have you unmade," Percy purred seductively, running his fingers through Vax's hair, tracing his ear, and stroking his cheekbone, while aiming a gun at his head. A stark contraction, complete opposites, just like the two of them. And yet, perfect together.
"Ensuring that Retort works takes a lot of focus, a little bit of delicate handling, and a lot of force," he informed, his eyes popping at Vax's deep moan. It had his dick throbbing, Vax shivering, and the voice inside Percy's head singing.
"You're working perfectly now, doing exactly what I want you to, obedient and pliant," Percy praised, "but will you stay that way, hmm?"
Vax hummed a protest, shaking his head, and beginning to pull his head away.
"Make him."
"Ahh, do you want me to make you?" Percy asked, chuckling at Vax's quick nod, "do you want me to do what I want regardless?"
"Should I..." Percy mumbled, the thought of what Vax was offering rushing him towards the edge, "should I keep you at gunpoint? Hmm? May I?"
Vax nodded, his nails digging into Percy's pants hard enough to hurt Percy, and he let out a low groan. And that was it. The rush was over, and Percy went over the edge with a loud moan and a deep feeling of satisfaction as he climaxed deep down Vax's throat, reveling in the soft sounds Vax made at the feeling. The gun dropped to Percy's side, hanging precariously from his fingers.
Percy sat still, panting and waiting for his vision to clear and his breathing to steady before he followed Vax's movements, watching him sit back on his heels, eyes dark and wide with lust. Percy swallowed down the burst of adrenaline coursing through his veins as the voice whispered all kinds of plans at him. There were just so many things he could do and that he wanted to do. He could tease Vax, truly take him apart slowly and meticulously, pushing his patience to the limits, but Vax just looked so beautiful.
He was staring up at him, chest heaving, lips swollen red, with a soft line of cum on his lower lip. His eyes were moist, and it accentuated his long eyelashes and dilated eyes.
"If you were like Retort, you'd let me do whatever I want, and go as far as I want..." Percy reasoned, "but you aren't like it, are you? Retort is not your friend, is it? It's your rival."
He brought Retort to his lap, twirling and twisting it in front of Vax's eyes, chuckling as Vax followed the movement of his fingers.
"Then fight it," Percy ordered deeply, raising it, only to find an empty space where Vax had been. Percy smiled fondly, never having gotten used to Vax's speedy movements.
He couldn't spot him, so he stood and began to focus on his surroundings. Tilting his head to the side, he listened for the smallest hint of noise. He focused his eyes on every shadow and remained in place. He was trained for this. He could find the most stealthy of foes, he was patient, and he knew Vax.
And so, the game progressed as Percy slowly hunted his prey, and his prey evaded him. He'd aim, approach, and find yet another empty shadow.
"Percival... you disappoint me," the whisper groaned irritably at him in his head.
It felt like a tickle against his ear, and he grinned. He'd have to move quickly... Vax would pick up on the smallest of changes in his body, so he paused, calculating every inch of the familiar workshop, Vax's estimated proximity, and explored Vax's potential moves.
Then, he pounced, turning only slightly, catching a glimpse of Vax's shadowy form, turning the other way as Vax tried to bolt in that direction. He grabbed him by the arm, chuckled as he yelped, and walked him backward towards the wall.
"I guess it wins..." he said ominously, pressing Retort against the side of Vax's head.
Vax's skin flushed, his nose scrunched, his eyes narrowed, and he tried to push at Percy. Percy stepped forward, pinning Vax to the wall with a hand to his throat, and a leg between his. The warmth of Vax's body distracted Percy, and so did his eyes as they widened in surprise, and his throat moved against his palm as he gulped.
Percy looked at Vax with as much threat and intensity as he would a foe, and his trigger finger itched instinctively. He tightened his grip on Vax's throat momentarily before choosing to apply pressure to his head. Slowly, smirking victoriously as he did, he moved Retort away from Vax's head and pressed the cold muzzle against Vax's warm skin, just below where Percy's hand still wrapped around Vax's throat. He felt Vax gulp and smirked.
"Touch him."
Percy hummed a quiet affirmation. The muzzle and barrel were smooth and well maintained, so Percy had no fear about damaging Vax's soft skin as he began to slowly move the gun down.
Vax shivered at the feeling, and Percy felt the hum in his throat underneath his palm. Goosebumps popped up all over Vax's skin as Percy moved Retort down the center of his chest slowly, teasing him with the coldness. Vax's chest was heaving, his heart racing, and Percy noticed his flexing fingers, as his instincts willed him to escape the dangerous weapon.
But his eyes... the thrill was stronger than the will to fight.
As Percy moved his gun down Vax's body, his eyes fluttered, as once again, Retort felt like an extension of himself. He could feel everything in his fingertips; the feeling of his beating heart, soft skin, slightly pronounced muscles, and every inch of toned body that he had access to. He stopped moving when the gun was resting on Vax's lower stomach, pressing against taut skin.
Vax jolted as he applied more pressure, but he stood still, eyes piercing Percy's, smiling mischeviously when Percy's eyes dragged teasingly between his face and where the gun rested.
"Be good," Percy ordered before taking his hand off of Vax's throat, "Retort can't have all the fun."
With one hand now free, Percy hummed happily as he began to touch, fingers lingering on Vax's collarbones, then his ribs, then his nipples. His palms pawed at the full expanse of Vax's chest, moving side to side and up and down.
Then, he moved it down, finding Vax's hip and grabbing onto it tightly, pulling him flush to him. Vax inhaled sharply, his eyes widening and dropping to Percy's lips.
"I could kiss you..." Percy teased, "but I can't trust you to stay put."
He chuckled humorously at the pout on Vax's face and the evident disappointment.
"Then again, I do stupid, risky things when handling Retort all the time," Percy reasoned," behave yourself."
Vax, of course, did not behave himself, and Percy barely had time to move Retort out of the way before Vax grabbed for him, digging hungry claws into his collar as he tried to kiss him. He was still dressed, but such was the way when he handled Retort after all.
"Vax, I said behave!" Percy groaned angrily, but gods... Vax was irresistible, like spotting the perfect target and not just taking aim, seeking that satisfying release of dopamine as it hit just the right spot. He never did tire of the sounds; from the tick of the trigger to the pressure building deep inside and then the release. There was nothing more satisfying than the sound of that.
Retort fell to the desk at Vax's side unloved, as one of Percy's hands tangled into Vax's hair at the back of his head, his lips met Vax's, and his other hand moved down.
Vax hummed at the kiss, sighing happily as Percy claimed his mouth, but the sound that Percy liked the most came next, when he wrapped his fingers around Vax's dick. His hips thrust forward instantly, fingernails digging into the fabric of his collar, and he broke the kiss to throw his head back, moaning.
"We've been neglecting this part of you, haven't we?" Percy tsked dramatically, dragging his lips down Vax's jaw and biting into the side of his neck.
"Do you still want to be treated just like Retort, hmm?" He asked, stroking leisurely, his thumb tracing every sensitive spot until he had Vax trembling.
"Yes," Vax mumbled weakly, his eyes heavy and drooping as he tilted his head up to look at Percy.
Percy jolted at the sight in front of him, "You're certainly more beautiful than Retort in its most pristine condition."
Vax's eyes fluttered, and his cheeks flushed.
"More," Vax whined breathely, bucking his hips, willing Percy impossibly close, "please!"
"I don't know... I take Retort apart slowly," he purred, smirking at Vax's pout. "I stroke it slowly, delicately... I take my time."
With that, Vax growled and made to grab Percy's hand, but he swatted it away quickly and shook his head. Taking Vax apart was as rewarding as it was with Retort, but Vax proved to be a a lot more satisfying.
But he began to stroke faster, harder, smiling as Vax relaxed against the wall, head on his chest as the sensation began to build, and those beautiful sounds began to spill from his lips. Just a soft hum at first, slowly giving way for a moan, then another, and then another. A rumble deep within his chest, and then, the beautiful deep-toned groan of release.
"That's it... see?" Percy praised, chuckling as Vax drooped against him, purring contently, "you're coming apart so well."
He grabbed Vax by the hips, giving him a suggestive tug, and then a sharp nod of approval as Vax jumped and wrapped his legs around his waist. It was a single step left to the desk, and he dropped Vax onto it, shifting items out of the way, oblivious of Retorts' whereabouts.
He guided Vax down gently, humming in satisfaction as his lean upper body stretched out on the desk, but his legs stayed wrapped around his waist.
"Flexible, nimble little thing you are, I'm going to experiment with that," Percy purred as he began to run his hands up and down Vax's body, "but not yet."
Helping him by lifting his hips, Percy shifted Vax deeper onto the desk and began to move his palms down his legs, stroking his flexing muscles until his hands were gripping onto Vax's ankles. Vax released his grip on him, allowing Percy to bend his legs and rest his feet on the desk, and gods Percy purred at the sight of the beautiful art piece lying on his desk, legs spread, and on full display.
He ran his fingernails from Vax's knees, along the insides of his thighs and towards his ass slowly, humming at the way Vax's eyes fluttered, his body shivered, and muscles flexed in anticipation.
"Such a lovely sight you make, spread out on my desk, ready for me..." Percy sighed out, giving Vax a seductive smile when he looked at him through hooded eyes and dark eyelashes.
Quietly, he felt amused at how Vax's demeanor had changed, now not rivaling Retort, but mirroring it. But Vax's dick was hardening again, and he had been hard for a while, so he wouldn't waste too much time.
He pressed one hand to Vax's stomach as he turned to begin looking for a suitable oil in the drawer to his left, winking at Vax when he eyed the brownish liquid in the vial he found. Popping the cork off with his teeth, he tipped some onto his fingers before placing it on the desk. It smelled like sandalwood, and he used it to polish Retort often. Now, Vax would smell like it.
"Is that..." Vax asked curiously, sniffing the air, snorting when Percy nodded nonchalantly.
Percy traced his knuckles down Vax's leg, starting at his knee, enjoying the soft skin, and toned thigh muscles. He smiled when his fingers brushed against Vax's balls, and his eyes closed at the feeling.
"An underappreciated part of the anatomy," Percy said lowly, "so much potential to provide pleasure, if handled correctly."
Percy began to caress Vax's balls, gently rolling them around in his palm and stroking parts of them that made Vax's eyes pop wide open. He jolted, and Percy applied more pressure to his hip.
"Stay still, now," Percy ordered sternly, before pressing his thumb against Vax's perineum just... so.
Vax yelped in surprise, fingernails digging into the wood, and Percy chuckled deeply. Perhaps Vax was not consciously aware of these erroneous spots, but Percy had studied every part of Vax's body before, just like he did with a design or a project. He needed to know how everything worked, Vax included. He watched Vax squirm, his eyes begin to flutter, and his lips part when he finally moved his fingers to that sweet spot.
Vax moaned loudly as he pressed his index finger in, curling it, as if pulling a trigger. Gods... Percy hummed at the sound Vax made, the way his hips rocked, and his back arched.
"Beautiful..." Percy purred in approval, satisfied with the way this beautiful creation was responding. He was so hard for Vax already, but to use him the way he wanted to, he had to make sure he was ready.
Using both hands to apply more oil to his fingers this time, and after smirking when Vax groaned at him for removing his finger, he added another, allowing him to scissor them, and more importantly, stretch Vax open for him.
"Gods, you're so tight!" Percy praised, sighing out contently as he felt the tightness give way slightly.
"You always say that," Vax mumbled, whimpering softly when Percy responded by pressing his fingers in deeper.
"Hmm, I like things that fit perfectly," Percy said with a sheepish smile.
Then, he added another finger, having to press on Vax's stomach hard to keep him still as his body flexed and trembled. He looked so beautiful with his head thrown back, jaw clenched, torso stretched and arching, and nails digging into the desktop. Just like Retort did, but... better, and Percy couldn't stop staring as he worked his fingers in and out, ocassionaly curling them, experimenting until he'd paid attention to every tiny little detail.
"Percy..." Vax mumbled with a pout, "Come on, please."
"Hmm..." Percy teased, pretending to contemplate, "I've performed all the delicate tasks, after all."
He chuckled at how relieved and eager Vax looked and removed his fingers so that he could oil himself up.
"Let's see what you can do... how much you can take?" Percy asked, grabbing both of Vax's thighs and pulling him flush, drawing a breathy moan out of him as he pushed himself in.
Vax yelled at the sudden, rough move, and his muscles clenched down on Percy's dick hard enough to make him hiss. But it felt good, and he kept moving. He bent Vax's legs back, almost to his shoulders, testing his flexibility, and moaned as he pressed in as deep as he could.
Desire consumed him, lust drove him, and all he wanted to do was chase the thrill, quench the thrist. He was still reasonably gentle, testing the waters, moving much like they always did.
"You treat it rougher."
"More..." he mumbled to himself, ignoring Vax's responding hum, "rougher, harder."
Vax yelled out as he pulled and pushed at him, digging his fingernails into his hips as he pinned him down, and fucked, holding tightly as he moved his hips with sharp, powerful thrusts. This is what Vax had wanted after all. This is how hard he pushed Retort, again and again.
"This is what you need, what you've always needed. You want to have control, to feel powerful, to be obeyed."
"So good for me," Percy purred, mesmerized by the way Vax's body moved, back and forth, back and forth, muscles flexing, hips rolling...
He wanted to see more. He wanted to see the way his dick pushed into Vax to see his power and control. So he paused and pulled out.
"What the fuck!" Vax growled at him, before shrieking as Percy grabbed him and turned him onto his stomach, forcing him to brace on his elbows and tiptoes.
For good measure, Percy oiled himself up more before tracing the reddening sweet spot with his thumbs and then pushing in. He took his time; watching his dick press in slowly, pull out, then push in faster, and pull out. Faster and faster, as Vax moaned louder and louder. Percy found a rhythm that had their bodies rocking, hips rolling, and Vax mewling at every increasingly rough thrust.
Percy was so close, throbbing painfully as he felt the familiar bliss he did when handling Retort, no, when manhandling Retort. It did what he wanted, took as much as he wanted, and gave as much he wanted. So did Vax. They were equals, indeed.
"And yet, it lies abandoned."
"I think you are a worthy opponent indeed," Percy praised, but beneath him, Vax stiffened angrily.
"Did he not it in your hand while you ruined him?"
"I'm better than it, in every single way!" Vax growled in defiance.
Percy reached for Retort quietly, adrenaline rushing to his head and blood to his dick as he pressed it against the back of Vax's head. Vax shrieked in surprise, his back flexing and his muscles clenching down on Percy's dick hard as he began to struggle to get his hand between his legs, moaning when he did.
Percy could sense how close Vax was, and he was close as well. All Vax needed was a little push, and all Percy wanted was that beautiful moment of release from what he had under his control.
He replaced Retort with his hand, but his more powerful thrusts were enough to distract Vax as his body slammed against the desk, moving it.
Click.
Retort fell to the floor, still cold, hard, and unyielding. Vax screamed, his legs gave, and he climaxed into his hand as Percy held him to the desk. Gods... Percy had never heard anything so beautiful or seen such an incredible sight or felt muscles clench so hard. He was so warm, having gone limp, and so very pliable.
It had been nothing but the sound of the trigger. Nothing more had happened, but it was enough. Vax had climaxed instantly at the sound, and Percy had climaxed at his reaction.
"You fucking asshole!" Vax yelled, turning his head to the side, grinning widely, eyes wide from excitement.
"Depraved, Vax, truly depraved," Percy chuckled, pulling out and helping Vax to sit up. Then he pulled him closer, cupping his chin with his hand, and placing his other hand on the back of his neck.
"You're not the same as Retort Vax. You're not equal to---." He tried to say, tightening his grip when Vax tried to pull away.
"You can't compare yourself to, or measure your worth against a piece of metal, Vax," Percy said, "I do treasure it, and I do enjoy working on it, but..."
He smiled as Vax frowned and pursed his lips and tugged at Vax's hair playfully: "But I love you. You are the most important thing in my life, my most dearest treasure."
Vax smiled broadly at him, and Percy shook his head as he pressed Vax's head to his shoulder, wrapping his arms around him as he drooped forward.
"Besides.... you've just proven you're more than capable of providing just as much pleasure," Percy teased sweetly.
Vax turned his head slightly and stuck his tongue out at the gun playfully, looking incredibly pleased with himself.
"Now, now, don't get cocky, or you'll find yourself competing with Bad News."