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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,350
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own The Invisible Man, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
We Know What You're Doing
NC-17 – D/B Slash
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I don’t get anything out of writing about them but my own pleasure and some cool feedback.
Summary: PWP QSM sex session - Darien just wants that Hobbesy all the time.
We Know What You’re Doing
By Tawny
“Hobbesy, I’m hooooooome!”
Damn, I wish Darien wouldn’t do that in front of the others. It may be an open secret that me and my partner spend what little free time we get even more ‘together’ than in our working time, but still…
Yup, I just got an approving smirk from the Official. He thinks I ditched the ‘no fishing’ policy out of a sense of duty. What does the old fat bastard know from love, anyway? At least Eberts has the decency to pretend he doesn’t see any implications in the way Darien is calling to me. Claire just flushes a little and gives me a sympathetic grin.
This isn’t the first time ol’ Furious D has come wandering into the office looking for me after going quicksilver mad. In fact, he seems to home in on me these days, whether I’m with him when things start to go wrong or not. Although ‘not’ is a very rare situation, as little as we’re apart.
Double DAMN! I can see the ‘Fish looking at me expectantly. Yeah, Chief, why waste man-hours and tranquilizer darts when everybody knows that it’s easy as pie to give your super agent his counteragent when he’s drifting along on the post-orgasmic river thanks to Hobbesy?
I don’t even object to doing it – it’s just the way he views it that gets me all knotted up. I feel like a prostitute in his eyes. Not that I wouldn’t give my body for my country; and yes, I have been known to do it, with women and men both; but I go to Darien for his sake and no one else’s. I guess I worry that something the Chief might say to him some time might get to that sensitive ego the kid has, and start him worrying that I don’t really love him.
I hold my hand out to Claire and she slaps the hypo box into it. She treats this occurrence like a clinical fact of life, which at least gives a little dignity to all three of us.
“I’ll buzz you, Claire, when I’ve got him calmed down.” When I find out what Darien is in the mood for, and satisfy his needs. Alright, my needs, too. I admit it. Just knowing that Furious D is wanting me has got my cock on the rise. I hurry off down the hall to play ‘tag’ or ‘hide and seek’ or whatever other game he wants to start off with.
I barely get around the corner before he pounces. Hmm, he shed the quicksilver before he grabbed me. That’s a hopeful sign. It’s not often that Darien is able to show outright consideration when he’s in this state.
“Oh, Hobbesy, you are sooooooooo very hot,” he murmurs in my ear. Then he runs his tongue into it. D’s recently discovered that doing that makes me a little week-kneed, and of course he knows it in this state, too. But he has a nice tight grip on me, so I don’t have to struggle to stand up under the attention.
“Where can we go that those jackals won’t have a camera on us?”
“I can disable the ones in Lab 2 fast,” I answer.
“You’re not going to try to give me my shot before we have our fun, are you?”
“We agreed that you get to decide on that, remember?” I reassure him. “Either way, you get what you’re wanting, you know that.”
“I wanna play like this. I know I’m always saying I don’t think it’s a good idea, but I’ve changed my mind.”
“That’s okay, Darien. All I want is to make you happy.”
All the time we’re talking, he’s shoving me down the hall ahead of him, shortest route to Lab 2. Not a soul in sight, thank goodness. I don’t want his mind distracted from lust. A lustful quicksilver mad Darien Fawkes I can handle. It’s when he gets scared or startled, and the old ‘fight or flight’ reflex kicks in that life can get dangerous.
Even insane, he loves me and wants me.
As soon as we hit the door, I’m punching in the code. No way I’m letting him get frustrated, either. It starts to slide open, and he dashes past me to get inside. Kinda neat the way he looks at me all confident-like as I follow him. That’s gotta be something, when he trusts me even in his most paranoid state.
After pulling a couple of wires, I give him my most seductive smile and start undoing buttons on my shirt. I’d just as soon get naked as fast as possible, ‘cause when his need gets urgent, he can get pretty rough on my wardrobe. Even when he’s not doing the red-eyed rumba.
We both strip in record time, even for us. Then he just stands there staring at me with this glassy look in his blood-red eyes. And then he surprises me by dropping to his knees in front of me, and he begins stroking and licking my cock, which by now is at full attention.
“Yeah, Robert, you are just all ready for me, aren’t you?” he asks between licks. “Mmm, this sweet dick of yours is so hot and hard, and soft on the outside and sweet…” he finally sucks me into his mouth, which cuts off the litany of praise.
Oh God! He sets to sucking on me harder than Hoover ever dreamed of, and I don’t mean the wacko that started the FBI. I grab his shoulders just to keep my balance, and I sure don’t fight the cry of pleasure that claws its way out of my throat.
“Darien, Baby, you are the best!” I tell him.
Suddenly he’s on his feet, slouching down to put us eye to eye.
“You got the lube?” he asks.
I open my hand to let him see I’ve palmed the tube I’ve taken to carrying with me at all times, just in case he wants some loving, sane or not.
“Slick me up good, Bobby,” he tells me. “I want every inch of you pounding my ass, and I want it fast.”
Evidently ‘fast’ doesn’t necessarily mean ‘immediately’, ‘cause he latches onto my mouth and starts giving my tongue what he was just giving my cock. I flick the tube open and squirt a generous amount onto my fingers, all one-handed, mind you. Since he seems pretty determined to lay into tongue-fucking my mouth, I reach right on down with my other hand to part his tight little butt-cheeks, and spread the grease a bit before shoving a couple of fingers into him. He kinda half-bites my tongue when I do that, and starts thrusting back against my hand in a real demanding sort of way.
I’ll say one thing for this state, it makes it real easy to prepare him, ‘cause when he knows he’s gettin’ his way, he relaxes completely. In no time I’m stretching him good with three fingers, pumpin’ ‘em in and out, and grinding my cock against his thigh so’s he knows I’m ready whenever he wants it.
He breaks loose from my mouth and just kinda yells out in wordless excitement. Then he whirls around and practically flings his upper body onto the foot of the hospital bed, presenting me with his wide-open ass. I slick up my cock fast. We gave up on condoms ‘cause the Keeper has taken to testing me regular, just in case, and that’s always been part of his routine. Anyway, I never was able to talk him into letting me put one on either of us when he was red-eyed and horny. Caution and safe sex are meaningless to a man who is that full of belief in his indestructibility. And once we’d been doing the deed bareback, it didn’t really matter anymore, anyway.
“Now, Robert, fuck me hard!” he yells, and he’s got me so excited I couldn’t refuse him if I wanted to. I plunge right in, going balls-deep right from the start, and he howls his pleasure. He starts clamping down on me, and I grab the bed's side railing in both hands and get going pounding in and out. It would be hard to find an ounce of sanity in this whole lab right at that moment.
I really want to get at least one hand on his hard-on, but this ride is too wild for me to let go my grip on the bed. So I focus on getting the angle just right…
“Bobby!”
It’s really unusual for him to call me that when he’s QSM. It’s usually ‘Robert’ or sometimes ‘Hobbesy’. I kinda think of ‘Bobby’ as more a pet-name these days. Romance feelings and all of that. Somehow hearing now it just makes me crazier.
I try to hold back my orgasm until he comes, but the way he’s working my cock with those ass-muscles, I’m gonna lose it in about three seconds.
When I blow, I blow hard. I guess it was enough for him, ‘cause I see his come shoot across the bed past his shoulder, and he’s twitchin’ and screamin right along with me.
After, I try to stay on my feet, but I slide right down his body. That’s okay, ‘cause he drops into my arms with a sigh, and we just kinda curl up on the floor together. After my heartbeat slows down to just a 150 beats or so, I reach for my jacket, which thankfully is lying close to where we landed. I don’t think he even feels the needle go into one of the veins still real visible and even kinda bulging on his forearm after all that excitement. He moans a little as the counteragent hits his system, but then he humps me with his ass. I think maybe in his dazed, sated state, he mistook it for something sexual.
Not sure I want the counteragent to become a turn-on. I’ll have to remember to talk to Claire about it.
Later.
END
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I don’t get anything out of writing about them but my own pleasure and some cool feedback.
Summary: PWP QSM sex session - Darien just wants that Hobbesy all the time.
We Know What You’re Doing
By Tawny
“Hobbesy, I’m hooooooome!”
Damn, I wish Darien wouldn’t do that in front of the others. It may be an open secret that me and my partner spend what little free time we get even more ‘together’ than in our working time, but still…
Yup, I just got an approving smirk from the Official. He thinks I ditched the ‘no fishing’ policy out of a sense of duty. What does the old fat bastard know from love, anyway? At least Eberts has the decency to pretend he doesn’t see any implications in the way Darien is calling to me. Claire just flushes a little and gives me a sympathetic grin.
This isn’t the first time ol’ Furious D has come wandering into the office looking for me after going quicksilver mad. In fact, he seems to home in on me these days, whether I’m with him when things start to go wrong or not. Although ‘not’ is a very rare situation, as little as we’re apart.
Double DAMN! I can see the ‘Fish looking at me expectantly. Yeah, Chief, why waste man-hours and tranquilizer darts when everybody knows that it’s easy as pie to give your super agent his counteragent when he’s drifting along on the post-orgasmic river thanks to Hobbesy?
I don’t even object to doing it – it’s just the way he views it that gets me all knotted up. I feel like a prostitute in his eyes. Not that I wouldn’t give my body for my country; and yes, I have been known to do it, with women and men both; but I go to Darien for his sake and no one else’s. I guess I worry that something the Chief might say to him some time might get to that sensitive ego the kid has, and start him worrying that I don’t really love him.
I hold my hand out to Claire and she slaps the hypo box into it. She treats this occurrence like a clinical fact of life, which at least gives a little dignity to all three of us.
“I’ll buzz you, Claire, when I’ve got him calmed down.” When I find out what Darien is in the mood for, and satisfy his needs. Alright, my needs, too. I admit it. Just knowing that Furious D is wanting me has got my cock on the rise. I hurry off down the hall to play ‘tag’ or ‘hide and seek’ or whatever other game he wants to start off with.
I barely get around the corner before he pounces. Hmm, he shed the quicksilver before he grabbed me. That’s a hopeful sign. It’s not often that Darien is able to show outright consideration when he’s in this state.
“Oh, Hobbesy, you are sooooooooo very hot,” he murmurs in my ear. Then he runs his tongue into it. D’s recently discovered that doing that makes me a little week-kneed, and of course he knows it in this state, too. But he has a nice tight grip on me, so I don’t have to struggle to stand up under the attention.
“Where can we go that those jackals won’t have a camera on us?”
“I can disable the ones in Lab 2 fast,” I answer.
“You’re not going to try to give me my shot before we have our fun, are you?”
“We agreed that you get to decide on that, remember?” I reassure him. “Either way, you get what you’re wanting, you know that.”
“I wanna play like this. I know I’m always saying I don’t think it’s a good idea, but I’ve changed my mind.”
“That’s okay, Darien. All I want is to make you happy.”
All the time we’re talking, he’s shoving me down the hall ahead of him, shortest route to Lab 2. Not a soul in sight, thank goodness. I don’t want his mind distracted from lust. A lustful quicksilver mad Darien Fawkes I can handle. It’s when he gets scared or startled, and the old ‘fight or flight’ reflex kicks in that life can get dangerous.
Even insane, he loves me and wants me.
As soon as we hit the door, I’m punching in the code. No way I’m letting him get frustrated, either. It starts to slide open, and he dashes past me to get inside. Kinda neat the way he looks at me all confident-like as I follow him. That’s gotta be something, when he trusts me even in his most paranoid state.
After pulling a couple of wires, I give him my most seductive smile and start undoing buttons on my shirt. I’d just as soon get naked as fast as possible, ‘cause when his need gets urgent, he can get pretty rough on my wardrobe. Even when he’s not doing the red-eyed rumba.
We both strip in record time, even for us. Then he just stands there staring at me with this glassy look in his blood-red eyes. And then he surprises me by dropping to his knees in front of me, and he begins stroking and licking my cock, which by now is at full attention.
“Yeah, Robert, you are just all ready for me, aren’t you?” he asks between licks. “Mmm, this sweet dick of yours is so hot and hard, and soft on the outside and sweet…” he finally sucks me into his mouth, which cuts off the litany of praise.
Oh God! He sets to sucking on me harder than Hoover ever dreamed of, and I don’t mean the wacko that started the FBI. I grab his shoulders just to keep my balance, and I sure don’t fight the cry of pleasure that claws its way out of my throat.
“Darien, Baby, you are the best!” I tell him.
Suddenly he’s on his feet, slouching down to put us eye to eye.
“You got the lube?” he asks.
I open my hand to let him see I’ve palmed the tube I’ve taken to carrying with me at all times, just in case he wants some loving, sane or not.
“Slick me up good, Bobby,” he tells me. “I want every inch of you pounding my ass, and I want it fast.”
Evidently ‘fast’ doesn’t necessarily mean ‘immediately’, ‘cause he latches onto my mouth and starts giving my tongue what he was just giving my cock. I flick the tube open and squirt a generous amount onto my fingers, all one-handed, mind you. Since he seems pretty determined to lay into tongue-fucking my mouth, I reach right on down with my other hand to part his tight little butt-cheeks, and spread the grease a bit before shoving a couple of fingers into him. He kinda half-bites my tongue when I do that, and starts thrusting back against my hand in a real demanding sort of way.
I’ll say one thing for this state, it makes it real easy to prepare him, ‘cause when he knows he’s gettin’ his way, he relaxes completely. In no time I’m stretching him good with three fingers, pumpin’ ‘em in and out, and grinding my cock against his thigh so’s he knows I’m ready whenever he wants it.
He breaks loose from my mouth and just kinda yells out in wordless excitement. Then he whirls around and practically flings his upper body onto the foot of the hospital bed, presenting me with his wide-open ass. I slick up my cock fast. We gave up on condoms ‘cause the Keeper has taken to testing me regular, just in case, and that’s always been part of his routine. Anyway, I never was able to talk him into letting me put one on either of us when he was red-eyed and horny. Caution and safe sex are meaningless to a man who is that full of belief in his indestructibility. And once we’d been doing the deed bareback, it didn’t really matter anymore, anyway.
“Now, Robert, fuck me hard!” he yells, and he’s got me so excited I couldn’t refuse him if I wanted to. I plunge right in, going balls-deep right from the start, and he howls his pleasure. He starts clamping down on me, and I grab the bed's side railing in both hands and get going pounding in and out. It would be hard to find an ounce of sanity in this whole lab right at that moment.
I really want to get at least one hand on his hard-on, but this ride is too wild for me to let go my grip on the bed. So I focus on getting the angle just right…
“Bobby!”
It’s really unusual for him to call me that when he’s QSM. It’s usually ‘Robert’ or sometimes ‘Hobbesy’. I kinda think of ‘Bobby’ as more a pet-name these days. Romance feelings and all of that. Somehow hearing now it just makes me crazier.
I try to hold back my orgasm until he comes, but the way he’s working my cock with those ass-muscles, I’m gonna lose it in about three seconds.
When I blow, I blow hard. I guess it was enough for him, ‘cause I see his come shoot across the bed past his shoulder, and he’s twitchin’ and screamin right along with me.
After, I try to stay on my feet, but I slide right down his body. That’s okay, ‘cause he drops into my arms with a sigh, and we just kinda curl up on the floor together. After my heartbeat slows down to just a 150 beats or so, I reach for my jacket, which thankfully is lying close to where we landed. I don’t think he even feels the needle go into one of the veins still real visible and even kinda bulging on his forearm after all that excitement. He moans a little as the counteragent hits his system, but then he humps me with his ass. I think maybe in his dazed, sated state, he mistook it for something sexual.
Not sure I want the counteragent to become a turn-on. I’ll have to remember to talk to Claire about it.
Later.
END