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“I know it'll be a strange request, but I need you to listen and I need you to help me with this. No one else can know anything of what I say.”
Cypher nodded his head slowly, hoping he wasn't agreeing with some insane experiment that Viper had cooking up.
Viper had knocked on his workshop door not too long after midnight, looking like she hadn't slept in ages. She had walked inside without invitation, motioning him to close the door behind them before giving her plea.
“Alright… I'll hear you out. I am not taste testing your new poison though, dear chemist.” He chuckled but his joke fell flat, falling on the ears of a woman who looked way too tired to deal with him right now.
“So you are aware of the away mission in Italy, correct?”
“Yes, Ascent, I am aware.”
Viper sighed, crossing her arms. “And you know that we will be gone for a while? Well, during this time, there will be a full moon.”
Cypher tilted his head, not sure he was grasping what she was trying to ask of him. “And… what might that have to do with anything?”
“It's about Omen.” She whispered, her tone getting quieter the more she revealed. “During a full moon, he… changes. I need you to keep watch over him for me.”
“Oh? What kind of change do you mean? I can't say I've ever heard about this happening to our resident friendly ghost before.” And that was the truth, while Cypher usually knew everything happening around the protocol; all the whispered gossip and secret drama in his hands, he wasn't privy to whatever was going on with Omen.
“Omen gets… heated.” She cringed, wringing her hands nervously as if she wasn't telling him everything.
“Heated as in upset? Dangerous?” No matter how convincing Viper was, he wasn't sure how willing he would be to volunteer himself to be ripped apart by an angry wraith.
“No!” She cleared her throat. “No. He's never done anything to me, and as long as you keep him at an arm's length, you shouldn't have any issues.”
Cypher's unease must've shown in his body language because Viper gave him a strained smile to make him feel better. “You have your trips and cages, restraining him should be simple.”
“So he's not violent, but I need to restrain him?”
Viper wasn't looking him in the eyes anymore. “It's… heavily suggested.”
As much as it sounded like a stupid thing to agree to, like a curious cat he couldn't resist the temptation of seeing another side of the secretive phantom.
He held his hand out, tapping at his palm. Viper rolled her eyes, muttering “Of course.” under her breath as she dug in her pockets and slapped some credits in his hand.
The credits clinked as Cypher counted them slowly, an uninterested hum leaving him as he poked at them. She gave him a small handful more before crossing her arms, signaling that it was this or nothing.
Nine thousand credits would have to suffice. “For the damages, I'm sure you understand.” He grinned under his mask as he saw a suppressed sneer from Viper.
“I've already informed him of this arrangement, and he is aware that he has to show up here for the safety of himself and the others. He can't be held in my lab, unfortunately, because… it's my lab, and I won't be here.”
Cypher nodded in understanding. He knew Viper was saying without saying that she didn't trust him to be alone in her lab, but he couldn’t say he wouldn't be just as territorial about his workshop in such a situation.
“Is there anything else I need to know?”
Viper tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “No. Anything he does, I'm sure you can handle it.” And with that, she was gone, his workshop door sliding shut behind her.
As soon as he was sure she wasn't coming back, he dropped into his plush desk chair, rolling over to his computer and typing quickly at his keyboard.
Something felt off about this, and he was going to figure it out.
The first thing he did was log into the security system, cross-checking the footage of inside and around Viper's lab on the date of the last full moon. It's all been wiped.
He went back to earlier in the day, checking the cameras in the hallways for signs of Omen, checking for any differences in his behavior, his body language, anything.
Omen seemed relatively normal, besides the fact that he was a walking enigma. The only strange thing was that he kept furtively checking the time, and around the time the sun began to set, he was nowhere to be seen on the cameras for the rest of the night.
Interesting. He checked the next morning, watching Omen walk through the halls back to the dorm area. He seemed a little unsteady, his form looking hazier and his pace a little slow.
Cypher saw himself on the cameras leaving his room to head for some tea, bumping into the Controller in the hallway.
Ah, he remembered this day. He wasn't aware that it had been a full moon the previous night, but bumping into Omen was a familiar memory to him.
Omen had seemed as distant as if his mind was somewhere far away. So it made sense that he had bumped into Cypher, likely not even paying attention to where he had been going and just letting his muscle memory lead him back to his room.
Cypher had tried to start up a conversation, but Omen just stared at him, the gashes on his face flashing and narrowing as he looked the spy up and down before shivering and brushing past him.
Logging out of the security system, he yawned and stretched. This was probably the most he'd find with surface-level digging, and if he went any deeper, he'd be up all night trying to figure it out.
Besides, in just a few days, he'd see the real thing for himself, and he could ask all the questions and take all the notes in the world then. But for now, he needed some rest, he had much to prepare in the coming days.
Over the next few days, he Omen-proofed his back room, making sure there weren't any breakable or important things remaining.
He left the bed and base furniture in the room, but other than that it looked the exact same as it had the day he moved in. It might've been a step too far to cover up all the windows, but he didn't want Omen getting too freedom-hungry and finding a sliver of the outside world to teleport to.
The next course of action would be to figure out how he was going to keep Omen there the whole night, and he quickly settled on an old prototype of handcuffs that used the same technology as his tripwires. Only a few tweaks had to be made before he had his holding device.
Just like Viper said he would, on the evening of the full moon Omen was knocking on his workshop door, soft but urgent.
Omen already didn't look too great, leaning against the doorframe for support as his form shivered and smoke fizzled from the gaps in his bandages.
Cypher let him in, quickly ushering him to the back room and letting him fasten himself into the cuffs.
The chain was wrapped around the bed frame, and his arms were hanging up over his head. Cypher had decided maybe it would be best if he was on the floor to save from any messes or ripped bedsheets.
Once Omen was fastened and Cypher was certain he couldn't escape, he squatted down a few feet from him, taking note of how his chest heaved and his muscles strained, pulling at the handcuffs gently.
If this was all that happened, why did Viper seem so worried about it? No, this is just the beginning, he figured.
“Are you comfortable?”
Omen chuckled. “Not really.”
“What are the… symptoms you're experiencing?”
Pulling at the handcuffs again, he shivered, eyes focusing on anywhere but Cypher. “It's- agh , hot. And you're not helping things.”
Omen drew his legs up to his stomach, tilting his head back. “You should probably leave.”
Cypher hummed, standing up and surveying him once more before putting a camera on the opposite wall. No matter, he could observe from afar. “Let me know if you need anything.” He said softly, lingering at the doorway for maybe a moment too long.
He set a tripwire at the door and settled down at his desk, pulling up the camera footage on one of his monitors. Omen still looked the same as before, but his legs were open and away from his body, and his head was hanging low, chin drawn into his chest.
No wonder he hadn't found out about this before. If word got out that one of their best agents was an incapacitated heaving mess once a month, the results wouldn't be very favorable.
Did the enemy Omen also experience this? Was Cypher’s double currently watching over him in his workshop? So many questions, so very few answers.
A soft groan filtered into his ears, and he focused back on the footage. Omen was squirming now, hips moving strangely as he messed with his handcuffs, obviously trying to escape.
“It's futile, Omen, I made them myself.” He spoke through the camera, watching Omen jolt at the sudden noise.
“Cypher-” He all but whined, digging his heels into the floor. “I need you to- ngh - I need you to let me go.”
“Ah, but you know why I can’t do that, little shadow.”
That made Omen frustrated, and he tried to stand only to be restricted by the cuffs. “Fine.” He huffed, shaking his head. “Then just- just come here, I need your help, please. ”
He mulled it over for a few moments before carefully making his way to the back room, peeking his head inside. Omen was averting his eyes, his head dipped as if in shame. “Omen?”
The voice that came from the wraith was so uncharacteristic, so timid and small. “I need you to free one of my hands.”
His hands? Cypher squinted at Omen, wondering if he thought he was dumb enough to agree to that request when he was potentially dangerous or-
Oh.
Potentially dangerous or extremely aroused.
Omen’s chest was still heaving, and from what Cypher could see, he was straining against his pants, the hip movements from earlier likely being him searching for some friction.
Face flushing red under his mask, he turned away, covering his mouth with his hand. “Oh… I-I’m so sorry, I-”
“Just do it!” Omen groaned in exasperation, clearly just as embarrassed as he was.
Cypher kept his eyes averted as he rushed over, hands fumbling with the cuffs as he freed one of Omen’s wrists and connected the other to the bedpost.
“T-There.” He stuttered, starting to back away before Omen's hand shot out to grab him, tugging at his coat. He blinked before letting go, holding his hand fast to his chest.
“Sorry…I can't control myself. L-leave before I grab you again and don't let go.”
He wasn't sure if he had ever run from a room faster, keeping his eyes trained on his own feet as he went back to his desk.
This, of course, raised even more questions in his curious mind. So by heated, Viper meant Omen got aroused? Why didn't she just tell him? Why was Omen grabbing onto his coat? Did he want to have sex with him? Would Cypher have said yes if he asked?
The last question made his face heat up again, and he shook his head to clear his mind. That was ridiculous, Omen was simply affected by the full moon, he didn't want to have sex with him… right?
He stole a glance at the camera footage, curiosity getting the best of him once again. Nobody was quite sure how Omen's form looked, except for maybe Sage, but she knew how almost everyone looked (except for him, she respected his wishes to stay as clothed as possible during treatment).
Omen had his pants unzipped, legs tucked in on himself to hide, but Cypher could clearly see the movement of his arm and could hear his labored breathing as he touched himself.
Swallowing hard and pinching himself were the only things that could force down the interest curling in his stomach.
Cypher muted the feed and turned away to fidget with a tripwire, fighting the urge to watch unabashedly. However, muting the video didn't stop him from hearing the quiet moans from the other side of the wall.
This was fine, he could ignore it and pretend nothing was happening over there. But then he heard it. “C-Cypher, fuck- augh, Cypher pleaseplease- ”
Cypher's head turned so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. Omen was looking at the camera now, legs fully spread as he practically presented his body. He was stroking himself, his cock thick and heavy and leaking precum down the sides of his hold.
The tip was flushed a brilliant blue, and it faded into a dark purple at the base. Cypher's gaze was torn between Omen's face staring straight at him through the camera and the lustful display he was putting on, not even trying to hide anymore.
Cypher watched almost transfixed as Omen pulled one of the pillows off of his bed— the one he had crashed in after many all-nighters— and put it to his face, reaching back down to touch himself as he inhaled the scent.
This was all certainly a dream, right? Yes, he had passed out at his desk again, and this was some dark, twisted fantasy of his playing out all too realistically in his mind. But he pinched himself again and he was still watching Omen masturbate in his back room, now with a sore arm.
“God, Cypher-” Omen's head tilted back as he jutted his hips up into his hand, the slits on his face closing as if he was lost in his own imagination. Cypher groaned, peeling off his coat and tossing his hat next to him. His room was getting way too stuffy, way too fast.
Cypher was good at putting all of his focus on one thing, he could ignore the wraith’s tempting little show and focus on fixing some of the many broken cameras littering his desk. Which is what he told himself he'd do, but it's surprisingly hard to focus when the coworker you've been pining after for months is moaning your name in the room over.
He painstakingly succeeded in fixing one camera— not a very difficult task for his skilled hands— and he settled back in his chair with a sigh. Then he realized how quiet the room was.
Almost too quiet.
Had Omen finally finished and gotten over his little stupor? Nervously, he checked his camera again only to be faced with a No Connection error. Blasted thing, he'd have to add it to the pile of defunct equipment.
Cypher toyed with the idea of going to check on Omen himself. On one hand, he was worried that the wraith had made a mess and passed out (he also wanted to get another look). But on the other hand, he was still worried about the small possibility that he had a violent Omen on his hands.
If he wanted to, Omen could destroy Cypher in a physical fight, he was taller, stronger, and could probably find hundreds of different ways to knock him out to next Sunday. But he hadn't given him a reason to fear that before, so why would he now?
He approached the room once more, knocking quietly before he peeked his head in. “Cypher…” Omen whispered, his voice raspy from its earlier strain.
Wow. Omen’s pants were strewn a few feet from him, and he had cum on his own chest, maybe even several times from the amount of it. But he was still rock hard, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he lay there pitifully.
“Cypher,” Omen repeated louder, more urgent. “-please, I- come closer, it's not enough…”
Everything in Cypher told him to back away, to leave Omen to his own devices, but his feet carried him forward until he was barely out of his reach.
Viper's warning to stay outside of his range sounded vaguely in his head but he ignored it, coming to a stop right next to Omen's quivering form.
To his credit, he didn't immediately reach out to grab him, instead waiting for him to give permission before anything. The gashes on Omen’s face flared and narrowed like they had after the previous full moon when he had run into him in the hallway.
“What do you want from me, Omen?”
Omen tilted his head in confusion, his chest rising and falling more rapidly. Cypher chalked it up to impatience.
“I need you to… to touch me, to…” Omen paused, pulling against his restraints once more. “I want to have sex with you.” He rushed out, averting Cypher’s gaze.
But his answer wasn’t good enough for Cypher.
“You want to have sex with me? Just me, or would you be content with any warm body, hm?”
Omen growled, shaking his head. “Y-you…” He forced out, reaching his free hand to tug at Cypher's pants, trying to pull him into his lap.
Cypher’s heart beat a little faster at the idea that Omen wanted him, but he didn't want to get his hopes up too far as he obviously wasn't in the very right state of mind.
He hummed, leaning down to survey Omen's body. “You certainly got busy…”
Omen grumbled low in his throat. It looked like not an ounce of shame was left in his body, as he grabbed onto his dick, slick noises filling the air once more as he started to touch himself again.
“God, Cypher,” He moaned again, tilting his head back and staring straight into his eyes. “I need you, fuck- need you so bad.”
Cypher swallowed hard. Was he really about to do this? Were they about to do this together?
Kneeling down next to Omen, he figured yes, yes they were.
Getting close up to his dick for the first time— he noticed it. “Wait, is that-?” Is that a knot?
Omen nodded, shivering as he brushed his fingers atop it. “It's not like yours, I-”
“Interesting…” Cypher interrupted, grabbing onto his dick and moving it left to right, trying to get a better look.
The throb of Omen's cock at the contact was immediate, and Cypher swallowed hard as he remembered what he was meant to be doing.
He started moving his hand up and down slowly, from the base of the knot to the tip of his dick, the slide easy with the copious amount of cum-lubricant.
“Yes, yesyes fuck-!” Omen groaned, hips rocking towards Cypher's fist. “I-I can't wait, I need to fuck you, please, please…” He whispered, pawing at Cypher's arm with urgency.
Cypher blushed. “ Mhm, but I need to prep myself first. There's no way you'll be able to fit without it, little shadow.”
“Of course, do whatever you need, just- just hurry,”
He grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand that had conveniently been left there after his cleaning spree. Always a step ahead, Cypher was.
Making sure he was situated just out of Omen's reach, he slid off his pants slowly, teasingly. He did the same with his boxers until he was just in his tight-fitting black undershirt.
“That too,” Omen rasped, reaching out to tug at his shirt but coming up empty handed. “ Ah - no touching, Omen. Not yet.”
But he obliged, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the ground next to his other clothes. “The mask?” Omen asked hopefully, leaning towards him.
Now that was something to consider. He had already taken off all his clothes, which was a pretty big step for someone who normally remains covered head to toe 24/7.
“ Hmm, do you prooomise to not tell?” Cypher drawled it out sarcastically, pointing dramatically at him. But he figured he had known Omen one of the longest in the protocol, and now was as good a time as any to take off his stuffy mask. Plus, Omen would never tell a soul what he saw, he understood Cypher in a way no other agent could replicate.
Omen nodded solemnly, taking his sarcastic question as seriously as ever because he could tell. He could always tell. Cypher was nervous.
“Pinky swear?” Omen scoffed and rolled his eyes, and Cypher giggled.
But he still held out his pinky, and they interlocked it quickly before Cypher hooked his fingers under his mask, taking a deep breath in before tearing it off.
And Omen just stared.
“Is… is there something on my face?” He ran a hand over his hair to make sure it wasn't ridiculously matted and he rubbed over the stubble on his chin that he hadn't bothered to shave, trying to make sure he didn't look too unkempt.
“You're…” What? Ugly? Terrible? Hideous? Cypher fidgeted his hands, rubbing circles into the mark's fabric self-soothingly.
“...beautiful,” Omen breathed, eyes staring unblinkingly at every small detail of Cypher's face. With a fleck of hazel in his irises, a scar on his jaw, and a beauty mark under his eye, Omen was smitten.
Cypher turned away shyly, not used to his bare face being stared at for so long. “Such high praise… you flatter me.” He dropped his mask and fumbled with the lube bottle, needing something to keep him occupied. Pouring it over his fingers and sinking one into himself sufficed beautifully.
“No- truly! I mean it Cypher. You're the prettiest man I've ever seen.”
“You think I'm pretty?” Cypher turned over his shoulder to Omen, half a grin showing as he began to rock his hips up and down on his finger.
“Drop dead gorgeous.” Omen affirmed, itching to get his hands on Cypher's soft body.
Cypher moaned as he slid another finger in, prepping himself hastily. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Omen twitch at the sound and could hear the clink of the handcuffs being tugged against the bedpost.
His hand hovered over his dick, tempted to touch himself as he prepped, but deciding he didn't want to be too wound up before they even began.
Two fingers turned into three, and a glance back at Omen's size made three turn into four, and then finally, finally , when they were both practically shaking with need, he was ready.
“There, I think that's good enough…” Cypher groaned shakily, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on his discarded clothes.
“You… you can't just tease me like this, fuck- putting that pretty ass on display right out of my reach, Cypher…” His voice was near a whine, the chain of the handcuffs creaking in protest as he tugged on it desperately.
“Come now, Omen, you know you can’t break the handcuffs, I ensured their strength.”
Omen growled with effort, pulling at the handcuff with all of his strength. His muscles rippled before a terrible straining sound filled Cypher's ears, and then the device was broken, clattering to the ground uselessly.
“Or not…” Cypher murmured, pouting sadly at his useless prototype.
“I need to know I wont hurt you.” Omen said, sitting on his heels behind Cypher and rubbing over his waist.
“We can use a safeword, little ghost. Are you familiar with the traffic light system?” Omen just stared blankly, so Cypher began to explain. “Green means to continue, yellow means to wait or slow down, and red means to stop. Do you understand, habibi?”
Omen nodded tentatively. “What… color are you right now?”
“Bright green.” Cypher grinned, pressing back onto Omen’s length with his ass.
“That's more like it.” Omen's tone was filled with wicked glee as he pressed Cypher down between his shoulder blades, sliding over his prone body with his clawed hand grabbing at the back of his head.
Pulling his head to the side and baring his neck, he licked over the salty skin before sucking deep purple hickies and biting red marks into it.
Cypher’s heart rate spiked, feeling fully naked and vulnerable but completely aroused.
“Don't be scared,” Omen whispered, voice so, so soothing. “I'll take care of you, spy. You're going to carry my children, after all.”
Wait, what?
His head swiveled around, but Omen was already pressing in, barely stopping until he was fully sheathed, save for the knot. “ Augh -! Slow down! I, haah, w-what did you say?”
“I'm going to breed you, little spy.” He began to thrust, pulling choked moans from Cypher’s throat as if by a thread. “ Oh , I'm going to cum inside and it's going to take, it's gonna take- gonna take…”
He repeated it gleefully with each thrust, his thick cock filling Cypher wonderfully and reaching parts he never could with just his fingers or any stupid toy he attempted to use.
Cypher's moans were akin to sobs as his prostate was brutally milked, shivers racking his body as his cock dragged against the smooth tiles of the floor, stimulating him from both sides.
Not to mention the things Omen was saying, whispering into his ear how good he was taking it, how he was going to fill him up, how pretty he'd look carrying their children…
He figured this was what he got for playing with fire, for not listening to the multitude of warnings he was given (not that he minded in the slightest).
Besides it's not as if he could get pregnant anyways… right? That would be one hell of an explanation to Brimstone, and he wasn't sure he could stomach thinking about that while Omen was knot-deep inside of him.
The thrusts were deep and dragging, prodding even deeper than where he had ventured with his fingers, making his eyebrows thread together with the painful stretch. But he had always been somewhat of a masochist, which was probably why he started pining after the wraith in the first place.
“Fuck-! Omen I'm g-gonna cum, nnh, cumming…!”
Rutting his hips back into Omen’s cock and forward, down into the cool tile of the floor, he came, spilling onto the floor and covering his stomach.
“So tight, so tight - fuck!”
Omen drove in deeper with each thrust, his knot threatening to push in with the pressure but drawing back each time.
“Please, please, pleaseplease-” Cypher whimpered, nails scratching at the floor as his body quivered from overstimulation, on the edge of cumming a second time.
Omen squeezed onto Cypher’s hips, pulling him back to meet his thrusts, and finally- his knot popped inside, followed by thick, sticky ropes painting his insides.
The stretch made Cypher cry out, quickly being shushed by Omen with a hand over his mouth, letting him scream as loud as he wanted into it.
Cypher came a second time, aware of the drool running down his bottom lip as tears sprung at his eyes, all of his nerves alight at once. It was so visceral, so overwhelming, so- so good.
Omen kept grinding into him as his dick pulsed until it was spent, the knot still staying strong inside him.
“H-how long does it last?” Cypher whispered, voice terribly raspy from all its strain.
He felt so full, and all he could do was lay there weakly as Omen rubbed circles into his back to relax him.
“Only a little while, relax, it'll be easier for you.” They lay there for what felt like ages to his muddled mind, and finally, it began to go down, the swelling disappearing slowly.
They both sighed in relief, and Omen began to pull out, careful not to jostle Cypher too much.
But then… Omen started to thrust again, forcing ugly gasps out of Cypher’s rough throat.
“Omen! Wait! I-I thought you were done, I- oh! I can't cum again, please!”
But Omen didn't hear him speak any safe word, so he kept thrusting, wrapping a strong bicep around Cypher's throat, gently— to not suffocate him.
Fuck, that's so hot. Sinewy muscle pressed against his pulse made a rush of blood rush south, warming his entire body as he began to get hard again.
And suddenly, he couldn't remember his earlier complaints, going limp in the wraith's hold as his mind turned impossibly foggier. Was he going dumb?
He couldn't close his mouth, depraved moans tumbling endlessly from his tongue as he leaned his face on Omen's arm, appreciating the well-needed support.
“That's it, lose yourself, we're going until the sun rises, until I'm sure it takes . Better prepare yourself now.”
Omen's pace was almost breakneck, his low groans going straight to Cypher's spent dick that was weeping more precum.
“Is it good? Tell me. Tell me how much you love being filled… filled by me, only me, mmh , all to myself…” Omen dove his face into Cypher's neck, inhaling his scent deeply. “All mine.” Omen breathed, shivering as Cypher's musky body scent filled his nose.
“I-it's so good, fuuck, only you, Omen, ngh, little shadow, habibi, keep going-!”
The knot started to swell up again, and Cypher moaned brokenly as it rubbed against his sensitive rim, daring to slip inside.
Omen growled, running his fingers down Cypher’s back, the barest hint of claws tickling his skin. “Yes-!” He cried, back arching into the touch.
And Omen dug his nails in— leaving three shallow claw marks in his skin that shone pink for a mere moment before blood welled in its place, staining his tanned skin crimson red.
Cypher keened, tightening around Omen as the pain and pleasure mixed in his system, confusing his receptors.
“Again.” He gasped, gripping Omen's forearm under his chin. “Do it again.”
This time his hand migrated to his right thigh, fingers gently tracing the side just barely under his hip. And at the same time he pushed inside, burying himself to the hilt, he raked his claws up, marks identical to the ones on his back springing up in red.
Cypher screamed, his entire body tensing as clear liquid spurted from his cock, his balls completely drained as it mixed with his cum on the floor.
Omen followed close behind, filling him up for the second time. Just how many times can one guy orgasm?
The cum coating his insides was so, so warm, and he felt so, so full.
Eyes slipping closed, he whimpered softly, feeling his legs shake under him. Omen would take care of him, he had never lied to Cypher before. And the arm around his neck was so strong, so secure… he could just close his eyes…
Omen flipped him over, his arm regrettably disappearing from his neck to arch Cypher's back over the puddle of cum on the floor.
“Stay with me.” Omen murmured, moving the sweat-slicked hair out of Cypher's eyes with the back of his hand.
All of his efforts went into focusing his eyes on the wraith, and once the fuzzy image in front of him defined into Omen's rippling body, he smiled, reaching his hand up to brush against his shadowed cheek.
He leaned into the touch, almost rubbing his face against his hand as they caught their breath together. The knot was still sitting firmly inside of him and didn't show any signs of going down anytime soon.
“Does it hurt?” Omen tilted his head to the side, regarding Cypher gently as his hole twitched around him.
“N-no, it's just- ah, just a little bit tight.” He hummed, shifting a little bit on the floor. The coolness of the tile had been a comfort at first, but now his back was starting to hurt, and he felt the beginning of bruises starting to form on his knees and elbows.
“Can you… take me to the bed, little shadow?”
Omen nodded quickly, dipping his head in apology as he rushed to pick Cypher up, carrying him easily onto the mattress just above them.
“Comfortable?” He questioned, towering above Cypher with their hips still flush. Nodding gratefully, he gripped the sheets near his head, preparing for Omen to pull out.
That had to be all, right? There was no way Omen had more left in him, he was sure of it. Unless he really was going to make good on his promise to go until morning…
Cypher furtively glanced at the windows, forgetting that he had boarded them up in preparation for Omen's arrival. Oh God, now he had no idea what time it was.
Deciding the knot had gone down enough to remove it, he began retracting his hips, pulling moans from both of them. Cum dripped from his spent hole, and he groaned at the feeling of the liquid being pushed out from deep inside without anything to keep it there.
But Omen had a remedy for that, lifting up Cypher's legs by the backs of his knees and bending them over his stomach, locking him in a mating press position.
Cypher paled as Omen mounted him, his knees coming down on either side of the spy's waist as he began to sheathe himself once again. He let go of Cypher's legs to let him wrap them around his back and he dropped his arms down on either side of his head, their faces inches apart.
“Fuck- Omen, be reasonable,” He pleaded, eyes darting between where the wraith was pressing inside to the other's eyes, hands coming to rest on his shoulders. “I-I’m just a man, a third time is impossible , I-”
“Color?” Omen questioned, voice quiet as they were only millimeters apart. Cypher's voice faltered for a moment before he looked to the side sheepishly.
“Yellow… go slowly, ya amar.”
Omen nodded, tucking his face into Cypher's neck. “You're all talk.” He observed, nosing at his pulse again and running shadowy lips over where his blood thrummed against his veins.
He hummed in agreement, tilting his neck to give Omen better access. The wraith growled as his submissive display, running his teeth over his neck as if he was stopping himself from biting down.
Instead, he pushed in further until he bottomed out for the third time that night. Cypher's hands fell from Omen's shoulders, his whole body racked with shivers as he whined brokenly.
“Shh, take it, you're taking it so well…” Omen pressed a kiss onto his neck, moving a hand to card through Cypher's soft curls.
How could he have been complaining about going again when it felt so good? When Omen treat him with such kindness? Cypher melted into his touch, sighing contentedly as Omen began to rock into him.
“Omen,” He panted, bringing his hands back to the wraith’s shoulders and pushing him away from his neck. Omen tilted his head to the side again but wasn't confused for long before Cypher was pressing their lips together in a heated kiss.
They pulled away briefly so Cypher could catch his breath, and Omen was already pawing at his face, urging, “Again, again.”
“You like kissing?” He asked, his voice still shaky as he tried to catch his breath.
A rumble emanated from Omen's chest— almost like a purring sound. “I… like kissing you .” He mumbled, diving at Cypher's lips again.
He used it as a distraction to start thrusting faster, the bed starting to creak and groan underneath them. Cypher really hoped Chamber wasn't in his workshop on the other side of the wall.
Cypher opened his mouth around a moan and Omen slid his tongue in, exploring every crevice as it dipped dangerously towards the back of his throat. Oh God. His eyes rolled back as their tongues slid together, the feeling sending heat to his groin.
Omen pulled back to let him breathe again, his hand coming to rest on the right side of Cypher's face. He tilted his chin side-to-side, brushing his hair out of his eyes with his other hand. “So pretty… mmh, such a shame you hide it… but it's all mine.” He ran his tongue down Cypher's cheek, making him jolt at the feeling.
“Your neck… it's all, all mine.” Omen whispered wickedly, trailing his tongue down to his clavicle and nipping at the skin. “Fuck- Omen!” Cypher whined, squirming away from the warm wetness.
“Yes… and your chest, God, your chest. All fucking mine.” Omen ran his tongue over Cypher's nipple, playing with the bud and pulling high-pitched moans from his throat. “T-too sen-sitive-! Please, please , habibi-!”
Humming appreciatively at his reaction, Omen trailed down further, over his ribs and stomach and down his happy trail before curling back up, unable to go down any further from his position over him. Cypher didn't doubt that he would've continued if he had the flexibility.
Omen reached down to wrap a hand around Cypher’s dick and his whole body shuddered, hands flying out to grab at his wrist. “No nonono - haah, don't touch, don't touch , it's too much-!”
Thankfully, he obliged, pulling his hand away and instead placing it just under his throat— like a promise.
“You're so fucking perfect,” Omen marveled, pressing his fingers into the soft skin of his neck before letting them rest gently again. “Every sound that comes out of that pretty mouth… mine.”
He thrust harder, forcing a choked sound out of Cypher that he honestly thought sounded rather ugly.
But Omen didn't care. He just nodded, encouraging him to make more sounds. “Mine.” He whispered.
Cypher's eyes fluttered, and he rolled his head to the side, the eye contact too intense for him. He was pretty sure he hadn't had a cohesive thought in ages, his brain fried long ago.
Omen growled, resting his head on the mattress as the knot started to swell up again. “So perfect… all for me…” Cypher shivered at that, the words oozing right into his brain like honey. Everything felt slow and sluggish, but Omen was thrusting so fast, and— oh God he was about to cum again.
“O-Omen, hngh- I'm gonna, agh fuck- again-! I can't, oh I can't take it Ican’ttakeit I'm gonna die-!”
A little worried, Omen nosed at the side of his neck, running his lips on the skin over his veins. “I'm close too- ugh, shit- Cypher! I'm gonna cum inside and you'll be all mine , all mine, you're all mine .” His voice climbed in intensity as he thrust a few final times before knotting him, so much cum spilling out that Cypher was sure his stomach was distended by now.
He couldn't even cum anymore— so fully spent that his dick throbbed violently but nothing came out of the tip. He relaxed limply on the bed, chest heaving as he stared dazedly at Omen— both of them enjoying the afterglow.
“Let's just… let's just lay down for a little, shall we, habibi? I don't think I can take another, not right now.”
Omen nodded, maneuvering them both on the bed to rest on the pillows, his knot still deep inside. Cypher sighed contently, closing his eyes and sagging against Omen's side, his heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
The gashes on Omen's face flared. He had no idea what this feeling was— it was tugging at his heartstrings and his lips, quirking a small smile. He rolled over to pull Cypher onto his chest, letting the spy use him as a pillow.
Sure, maybe he was a cum-stained pillow, but the sentiment was still there.
His hands traced down Cypher’s back, fingers lightly brushing around his claw marks in an apology. The spy looked up at him sleepily and he couldn't help but lather kisses on his face— he was so cute it would be a crime not to.
And then their lips met, slowly, softly, more tentative than before. This was different, this wasn't out of lust but… dare they say mutual appreciation? …Love?
“Cypher-” He began but he was cut off, tongue dipped into his mouth for another kiss.
“Don't say anything, little shadow, feel the moment.” Alright, Omen could feel, he was pretty good at that actually. His hands fell to Cypher's waist, hands fitting there perfectly as if it were made for him.
Neither of them was sure for how long they lay there kissing, but they were woozy by the end, their eyes and hands heavy.
Omen began to slide out, his knot shrunken enough, but Cypher held him fast, asking him to “Keep it in, please,” batting those dreamy eyes of his.
And how could he ever say no? Cypher relaxed back to his chest, his hand sliding atop Omen's hoodie, playing with the soft material until he began to quietly snore.
Omen's heart was about to bound out of his chest and splatter onto the floor. Oh God, was this sickly feeling… love? He felt so disgustingly sappy but… he didn't hate it, not one bit.
Clawed, rough fingers found silky brown curls, running over them gently and twirling them into spirals around his digits.
Sleep usually wasn't one to find him easily, but he found it to be no problem with the soothing weight of Cypher atop his chest and the soft sighs and exhales he made. Omen found himself copying the rhythm; even though he technically didn't need to breathe, he liked the… normalcy.
The last thing he thought about before his consciousness faded was how nice he was feeling, better than he could ever remember. And it wasn't even all about the copious amount of sex they had, it was the connection they had formed. At least Omen hoped they had.
Omen ended up waking before Cypher, but that was to be expected. He was still asleep on his chest, a little bit of drool running from the side of his mouth and pooling on his hoodie.
He hummed fondly, closing Cypher's mouth and stroking his cheek one, two, three more times before he decided he had to get up.
Inching as slowly as possible, he slid out of Cypher and wormed out from underneath him as much as he could before he figured it wouldn't do much harm to teleport out. Gingerly, he propped a pillow under his head so it didn't hit the mattress too harshly and he teleported to the foot of the bed, successfully avoiding waking Cypher.
Now, he had to deal with the room. It was certainly a mess, and he felt bad for contributing a hefty part of it. He borrowed some of Cypher's clean clothes, finding some clean gray protocol-issued sweats and a hoodie.
Next, he explored Cypher's workshop, teetering around slowly until he found the bathroom, which was thankfully stocked with enough wipes and washcloths to tackle the mess.
He had just finished cleaning the cum on the floor when Cypher began to stir, his eyes still closed as his hands spread over the blankets in search of Omen.
“ Mmh, Omen?”
Omen took his hand, tossing the dirty wipes to the nightstand as he sat near the head of the bed.
“How did you sleep?” Omen asked nervously, maybe squeezing Cypher’s hand a little too strongly.
“Very good, little shadow. All credit goes to you, though.”
Cypher grinned at Omen’s flustered reaction, running his thumb over the back of the wraith’s hand. Then he had to ruin the moment with his big, stupid mouth.
“We need to have a conversation about what this means though, Omen.”
The wraith's back stiffened, obviously not prepared for this topic. “What do you want this to mean?”
Cypher hummed. “I don't sleep with just anyone , if that helps clear things up.”
“Oh.” Oh? What does oh mean? Curse Omen and his emotionally ambiguous face. The gashes on his face flared, and his grip tightened, almost putting Cypher's hand in a chokehold.
“I don't either… Even like that, I- well, I can control myself with anyone but you.” Omen admitted sheepishly, embarrassed at how desperate he had acted the night before.
“So you and Viper-?”
“Oh no, never. She would rather dissect me to figure out the cause than… y'know, try and fix it.” Omen started to ramble, not wanting to face the rejection he felt was imminent. “I had been worried about coming here… worried that my resolve wouldn't be strong enough to prevent me from doing something foolish. I suppose I was right to worry.”
Cypher covered his mouth with his hand, cutting him off again. “Now, Omen, don't be hasty.” He smirked, a dimple showing on the right side of his mouth. “I don't think it was very foolish, after all, you did get to take me to bed, yes? Quite a feat, I'll tell you that.”
Omen flushed, turning to the side. “I suppose.”
“So we can take this three ways.” Cypher held up his fingers for emphasis. “One, we can pursue a full relationship, kissing, holding hands, hugging, sex, the works. Two, we could keep just the sex, without any of the emotional baggage. Or three, we go about as normal, pretending this didn't happen. Your choice, little shadow.”
What a question. What to answer? Omen's hands grew clammy as he overanalyzed each option, but deep down, he knew which one he really wanted.
“I want to… pursue a relationship.” He whispered, pulling Cypher's hand to his cheek. And Cypher laughed in relief, bringing his other hand to Omen's face and holding it oh-so-gently.
“Can I kiss you?” Omen asked, staring unabashedly at Cypher's lips, and he couldn't help but giggle, because what a silly question.
“Always. There's a lot of time to make up for, dear shadow.”
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Cypher limped his way to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee. It was a few days after his and Omen's little… all-nighter, and he was still adjusting to the messed up sleeping schedule (and the aching back). It was already mid-afternoon, but it was never too late for a little pick-me-up (or to be barely waking up).
He didn't normally drink the bitter liquid, but it was something to combat the fatigue resting deep in his bones. Taking a sip through his straw reminded him of just how much he didn't like it, and he made a face under his mask.
“Oh, Cypher, how did things go with Omen?”
He turned to see Viper behind him, holding an empty mug that she had presumably come to refill.
“Things went swimmingly, dear chemist. I have no idea what you were so worried about.”
Viper raised a thin eyebrow, gaze flitting from his unnatural stance to the way his hand gripped at the counter for support, then back to his stance. Recognition dawned on her features, and she pushed past him to the coffee machine, keeping her gaze trained on her mug.
“I can't even look you in the eyes right now.”
Cypher took that as his sign to leave, unable to contain the smile playing on his lips as he almost limped back to his room. He may have forever lost the respect of a coworker or two (acknowledging the faux cease and desist letter Chamber slipped under his workshop door), but he found an interesting relationship prospect with another, and that seemed like a pretty fair trade-off in his mind.