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Omen didn’t have any casual clothing, of course, he didn’t leave the base other than to go on missions. Chamber and Killjoy had introduced him to online shopping however, and the Valorant protocol agent had found something he finally liked to spend his paycheck on. Streetwear. Much to the dismay of Cypher, who was very interested in Omen. He just looked even more striking in casual wear. Something about the man in alternative style clothing just got his blood pumping even more than usual. And unfortunately for the spy, Omen could hear his heart begin to race every time he came near. Although, the wraith figured it was for a very different reason, fear. He wasn’t really sure what caused the man’s fear to spike after all the time they’d worked together. He really wasn’t fond of it, so he began to go out of his way to be kind to him. Protecting him on missions, bringing him the tea he liked when he would go on missions to the areas that sold it, and conversing with him more often. However for Cypher, that only made his situation worse.
It had been two weeks since Omen had noticed the racing of Cypher’s heart and despite his best efforts it seemed as if the spy was still scared. He was at the end of his rope, so he went to the person he considered closest, Sage. He walked into her office, knowing she preferred it when he didn’t just appear before her. “Ah! Hello my dear, what can I do for you today? Are you feeling unwell?” The healer smiled up at him. It was a bit odd for him to seek her out here, but he was getting frustrated. He wasn’t quite sure why it bothered him so much that Cypher feared him. He knew a few other agents did, but that didn’t upset him like this did. Peculiar, but Omen wasn’t much to think too hard on why he felt emotions, opting instead to try to rid himself of the negative ones as fast as possible. And this was certainly a negative feeling, knowing that he made the spy uncomfortable. He came back to himself, looking down at his friend, “How would you go about easing someone’s fear of you?” Sage’s brow furrowed and she pursed her lips. “Well, I would say that it depends. Do you know why they fear you?” Omen chuckled darkly. “I feel that is obvious, sweet girl, however much it seems to not faze you, my appearance is a deterrent to many.” Sage raised a brow, “At this point it seems unlikely anyone is suddenly afraid of you for that reason. Who are you worried about?” Omen grunted, “Cypher. It seems as if lately he has become more afraid. I’m not sure what I have done to cause it. It bothers me greatly.” A small smile flitted across the young woman’s face before she cleared her throat. “Well, if it is sudden, why not ask him what happened to spark this, ahem, fear?” Omen cocked his head, sensing she was holding back laughter but not sure why. She had always been a friend, so why now was she finding amusement in his plight? However, she was right. He must go speak to the Moroccan agent.
Cypher didn’t know who was at his door at the late hour, but he had some harsh words on his tongue for them as he opened the door. All of them died, however, as he looked up to find Omen standing there, leaning against the doorframe. “Er, good evening my friend. Are you here for information?” Cypher took a small step back, smiling behind the mask he wore. Well, it was the thought that counted, yes? Omen said nothing for a second, instead opting to step in a bit closer. Cypher started, stumbling back another step before straightening up, the nervous smile tightening. “Why are you afraid of me now? After all this time?” Omen rushed out, sounding almost scared. Cypher tilted his head, confused. “Afraid of you? I am not my friend. Why would you…” He trailed off, looking up sharply. “Your heart races, your body temperature rises. I can smell the agitation off you when I am near. If you do not fear me, then what is it that makes you react to me so?” Omen was visibly frustrated, standing straight and crossing his arms. Very nice arms, biceps flexing and fingers stretching out. Cypher swallowed hard, and looked down quickly, his hands now clasped together as he fidgeted. “There it is! What is it? Does my skin bother you? Shall I cover up again?” Omen took a half step forward. “N-no! I mean, no you look nice my friend. It’s just that, well, you look very nice.” Cypher couldn’t believe the word waterfall spilling from his lips as he tried to reassure his friend. “I mean! Anyone would get excited seeing such an attractive man in that kind of clothing!” He bit down on his lip before he could say anything else. The silence felt heavy around them for a moment before Cypher took a step forward, meaning to usher Omen out. “Well, now that that is sorted let’s call it a night, yes?” But Omen didn’t move and Cypher had to stop abruptly before he smacked into him. Omen shifted, backing Cypher up against the wall, closing the door behind him. Cypher kept his robotic gaze trained on the ground, refusing to look up at the man before him. Omen placed his fingers under the spy’s chin, lifting his face upwards. “Amir, are you aroused by me?” Cypher’s eyes went wide at the use of his real name. “And if I am?” He managed to say weakly after a moment. “Well, that would be quite intriguing.” A shiver passed through the smaller man, and Omen found it quite enticing, now that he knew it wasn’t fear that shook the man, but arousal. “To get so excited over something as simple as clothing? How naughty.” Cypher let out a choked laugh. “After so many months of lusting after you fully clothed, you think bare skin isn’t enough to get excited over?” Omen hummed and leaned into the spy’s neck, “How long have you been having indecent thoughts of me?” Cypher shuffled around a bit, “I don’t know, maybe half a year?” Omen hummed again, this time right by his ear, causing Cypher to jump. “Much before I’d even noticed, then. I apologize for not living up to those fantasies. Allow me to rectify that?” Omen pulled back and looked down at the information broker. Cypher blushed bright red with embarrassment, and rubbed his hands together roughly. “Well, if…” he trailed off and looked up at the wraith before gathering his nerve, “I would enjoy that greatly, if you’d indulge me.” Omen leaned down again, whispering against his ear, “With pleasure, Amir.”
Omen turned to lock the door before backing Cypher up until his knees hit the edge of his bed. He pressed a hand against the smaller man’s chest and pushed him back onto the bed before placing himself between his legs. Cypher reached up, but Omen pushed his wrists down onto the bed. He leaned down to his neck again and bit down lightly. Cypher shivered a bit, and Omen leaned back, “Would you like to keep your mask on?” Cypher looked up at him and thought for a moment. He wasn’t necessarily shy about his looks, it was more of a privacy thing. However he trusted Omen, so he shook his head. Omen released his hands and took a step back. “Why don’t you get undressed for me like a good boy, hm?” Cypher’s eyes widened before he let out a soft chuckle. “Well, I suppose that’s an easy one to read.” He started with his gloves, tugging them off before running his hands down his sides slowly. He undid his belt slowly and dropped it to the floor before pulling his coat off. Omen watched him closely, getting more and more impatient as the spy slowly got undressed. Cypher began to run his hands under the hem of his shirt before pulling it off and letting it fall to the floor as well. His skin was a warm mocha, with a myriad of scars along his arms, chest, and stomach. He was slim but had lean muscle. A very nice build for someone who spent most of his time lurking in corners and watching cameras. Cypher was getting impatient himself, and quickly rid himself of his boots and pants before hesitating at his mask. It’s only Omen he thought and pulled the mask off before he could rethink it. Omen was stunned for a moment by how pretty the man was. He had large brown eyes and a wide set mouth that currently sported a crooked grin. His hair was a bit flat from being under the mask but it held a beautiful curl and fell right below his ears. He chuckled nervously when Omen didn’t say anything. The larger man shook his head slightly and pushed Cypher back onto the bed before climbing on top of him. “And you called me attractive. You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes upon.” Omen murmured against the spy’s ear. Cypher whimpered softly as Omen bit down on his neck again roughly before licking the wound. He felt himself getting painfully hard and knew the wraith could feel it against his thigh where it was positioned between the smaller man’s legs. Omen reached down to caress Cypher’s chest, rubbing gently over him before rolling his nipples lightly. Cypher gasped and brought his hands up to grab at Omen’s shoulders. The wraith leaned down to capture one of his nipples between his teeth, biting down gently before lapping and suckling at it. Cypher writhed under him, trying to get some friction against his painfully hard cock. Omen seemed to be moving at snail’s pace on purpose, so Cypher reached his hand down between them to rub himself. Omen quickly grabbed his wrist and pinned it above him, bringing his other hand up as well and pinning them both there with one of his large hands around the slim wrists. Cypher whined and arched his hips up. “Behave, or I won’t let you cum at all.” Omen growled out. Cypher’s eyes went wide, his lip trembling a bit. He pulled his gaze away and looked off to the side. Omen returned his other hand to slowly teasing the smaller man’s body, rubbing over his stomach before dipping slightly below the hem of his briefs. Cypher gasped at the contact and his hips moved up again, although he muttered out a small, “Sorry,” this time. Omen growled again, this time pulling off one of his belts and using it to bind the spy’s hands above him and to the headboard. Cypher tested the belt, tugging lightly at the restraint and feeling no give. He wondered fleetingly how many people the larger man had bound in a similar fashion. If he really wanted to know he could surely find out, however he felt that information would bring him nothing but discomfort. He was brought back to the present by Omen grasping his hips and holding him still as he ground their hips together. Cypher whined, his back arching slightly but unable to move very much. Damn, he’s strong. Cypher huffed and pouted at the slow friction, looking up at Omen through his lashes. “Come now Omen, there’s no need to take it so slow, is there?” The larger man hummed under his breath and said nothing, continuing to slowly grind against him. He kept at the slow pace until Cypher was bright red and whining under him. “Omen, please, I don’t know how much more I can take of this.” Cypher looked pitiful, lips red from being bitten and eyes wet with frustrated tears. Omen cocked his head and finally tugged the smaller man’s briefs off. “Are you going to undress at all or am I to be the only one exposed today?” Cypher grinned up at him. Omen grunted and pulled his shirt off, exposing a well built chest and blue glowing scars crossing his gray skin. He undid his remaining belt and removed it along with his pants, leaving him in only black boxer briefs. They didn’t leave much to the imagination, and Cypher felt his mouth water at the sight of the large bulge. He swallowed and looked up, noticing Omen looking down at him, the slits in his mask slightly narrowed. Omen pressed forward, rubbing his clothed erection against Cypher’s cock. Cypher’s head fell back, a whimper falling from his lips. “Looking at me with those needy eyes. What a slut.” Omen continued to rock his hips against the smaller man, watching him with rapt eyes, capturing all the expressions and noises he produced. “Omen…” Cypher trailed off, his lust and pride fighting for dominance for a few moments before lust finally won out. “Please touch me, I can’t take any more of this teasing.” Omen chuckled darkly and leaned over him, biting down gently on his ear as he finally wrapped a hand around the spy’s leaking cock. Cypher let out a sob and arched his back up off the bed, his hands straining against the belt. Two strokes was all it took before he was spilling onto his stomach, his hips lifting off the bed only to slam back down when the larger man didn’t stop stroking him. Can’tCan’tCan’t Tootootootoomuchhhhhh. Cypher gasped and sobbed, “Nonono pleaseee stop I can’t..” Omen finally pulled his hand away, after making sure the spy’s erection wasn’t fading anytime soon. Cypher’s body relaxed a bit, little whimpers escaping him as his body trembled. Omen caressed his cheek for a moment before pressing his fingers to his lips. Cypher opened his mouth and pulled the fingers into his mouth, sucking them and getting them wet. He looked up at Omen the whole time, feeling his cock twitch when he took the fingers deep without gagging. Omen tilted his head to the side and pulled his finger back slowly, marveling at the spit that connected them to the smaller man’s mouth.He used his other hand to push Cypher’s legs apart and rub his middle finger over his hole before pressing into him. Cypher squirmed a bit, the initial feeling being discomfort as Omen rubbed his insides gently, searching for his sweet spot. He found it fairly quickly, Cypher letting out a sharp gasp as his prostate was pressed into. Omen hummed and continued to rub gently against the spot, eliciting small moans and gasps as he worked him open. He slid a second finger in and continued stretching him. Two became three and three became four. Cypher was mewling and moaning under him, Omen being oddly gentle compared to earlier. Although it seemed as if all it took to change that was noticing it, as he started being rougher with him. He curled his fingers and pressed into him, making him cry out and try to pull his legs together. Omen pulled his legs back apart and pressed his body between them, keeping them open. Omen slid his fingers out and pulled off his boxer briefs, he looked around for a minute before he looked back to Cypher. He hummed a bit and moved forward, straddling his chest and pressing the tip of his cock to Cypher’s lip. Cypher parted his lips, looking up at the wraith as he pushed his cock into his mouth. Gods, it’s so large. He pressed it about halfway in before he felt it hit the back of the spy’s throat and he stopped. He thrust in a few times, sighing at the feeling before pulling out, satisfied with how wet his cock was. He moved back down and positioned himself between Cypher’s legs again, rubbing the tip of his cock against his entrance. Cypher huffed and wiggled his hips a bit, “Come on now, I’m not-ah!” He gasped as Omen pushed into him roughly, not stopping to let him adjust until his hips were nestled against Cypher’s ass. Cypher whined and sobbed at the stretch. His hips tried to arch up away but were stopped by Omen’s hands roughly holding him in place. “Fuck..” The wraith growled under his breath before pulling out and snapping his hips forward roughly. Cypher cried out and struggled against his bindings, pain and pleasure running through his body and making his cock twitch and weep. Omen started a punishing pace, pounding into him with no restraint. Cypher sobbed and moaned, his mind racing from all the sensations, not being able to decide whether it hurt or felt good or both. The decision was made for him when Omen reached between then and began stroking him in time with his thrusts. The spy gasped and his toes curled, he felt himself teetering dangerously close to the edge and really didn’t want to go over quite yet. But it seemed as if his body didn’t want to listen as he came for the second time with a choked sob. Omen removed his hand and started thrusting faster, chasing his own release. He moved closer to the smaller man, leaning over to his ear and whispering praises into it as the spy sobbed and shook under him. “Where?” Omen murmured against his neck. Cypher shook his head, not quite understanding through the fog of pleasure what he was being asked. “Where do you want my cum, Amir?” Omen growled it this time, obviously teetering on the edge. Inside. Although the only thing that came out of his mouth was a whine. He instead opted to wrap his legs around the wraith’s waist, and Omen seemed to get the message. His hips stuttered a bit and he slammed deep into him before spilling inside of him. Cypher whined and screwed his eyes shut as he felt himself being filled up. Omen sighed and pressed kisses against Cypher’s face before pulling out slowly. Cypher whimpered as he felt Omen’s cum spilling out of him, tugging at his hands bound above him. Omen reached up and undid the belt, pulling his wrists up and rubbing circles against the red marks forming on them. “How do you feel?” Cypher took a deep breath before answering in a shaky voice. “Well, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. But in a good way?” He laughed a bit. “It was very nice.” Omen looked off to the side before glancing back at him, “Well, it felt very nice for me as well. Although I feel bad for being so rough and taking advantage of the situation. Something like that should be done with the person you love.” He said it a bit hesitantly, like he was ashamed of what he’d done. Cypher felt his heart drop, “Oh, I suppose that’s true. I should have considered that you wouldn’t feel the same way. My apologies my friend, I can…” He trailed off when Omen gripped his wrists tightly. “Feel the same? Cypher, do you have feelings for me?” Fuck . He’d ruined things. They’d be awkward forever. He should’ve just acted unbothered, but he really couldn’t bring himself to after he’d been fucked within an inch of his life. “I… may have certain romantic inclinations, yes.” He spared a glance upwards, his face aflame with shame and embarrassment. “Well, now I don’t feel as much like I took advantage of you.” Cypher cringed, preparing himself for the vocal lashing he was surely about to receive, “Since my feelings are reciprocated, it seems as if this was a wonderful idea.” Cypher’s mind halted, reciprocated? He looked up again, and this time Omen was looking away, almost shyly. He began laughing, “Now! Why are you acting like a bashful schoolgirl after you just fucked me like a whore and filled me with cum? How silly to be embarrassed now!” Omen looked back at him and pulled him up and towards him, pulling him into a tight embrace. “We should do something, shouldn’t we? Like go on a date?” Cypher grinned and rested his head against Omen’s shoulder. “We should, however can I request you wear a more modest outfit? I’d rather not have everyone excited looking at my Omen.” Omen chuckled and nodded. “Of course, besides, I’d hate to have you so aroused that I have to ravish you in public.” Cypher shivered and pulled back. “Now, help me to the bath? I’m sticky and you’ve done a wonderful job of making sure I can’t get there on my own.” Omen whisked him up into his arms and carried him into the adjoining bathroom, shutting the door behind him with a click.