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Robert wondered at what point his life was bound to turn out this way.
Fresh out of a coma, evicted from his apartment, stealing food to survive, and sleeping in an alleyway with nowhere to call home.
Just when he thought he’d reached rock bottom, the ground below him kept managing to pull him further down.
There lay the legacy of Mechaman, in the hands of a man that had spiraled so far down for so damn long that eventually he stopped trying to keep himself from sinking further into the muck.
At first, he had been recklessly stubborn. He desperately tried clinging onto the bare scraps of Mechaman that remained inside him, but that always ended up biting him in the ass. When he tried stopping a group of teenagers from stealing a TV, he’d ended up with a broken arm that he had to mend himself with a wooden plank and dirty rope.
When he saw a man snatching a woman’s purse and chased the guy to retrieve it, he was left with a broken nose and a look of disgust from the woman because of his dirty, unkempt appearance.
He could never turn his back from someone in need but it was always for naught, time and time again. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but gradually something changed inside him, and like a slow infection he couldn’t stop it from spreading if he tried.
Now, he simply watched with bitter discontentment as bad people did bad things around him.
Robert became a shell of a man carrying the ghost of a dead legacy with nothing else to his name. No family. No friends. No fucking point.
All he had now was a ratty blanket and the space nearby a dumpster he had claimed as home ever since he was discharged from the hospital and subsequently evicted. He had no cash saved up after selling everything he owned for the Mech suit that he was never able to fix. His entire bloodline's legacy ended up in a junkyard and dismantled for scraps, just like how Robert ended up in the dump in the worst mental state he'd ever been in his life.
He’d stopped trying some time ago to lift himself up, and nobody sure as hell was going to extend a hand out to him to save him.
Days blended into nights with nothing but the sound of static in his ears and thoughts so loud that bled into radio silence as raindrops fell onto his cheeks and soaked through the ratty blanket he’d covered himself with.
He distantly heard a woman toward the entrance of the alleyway he was in.
“Hey little guy... what’re you doing here all alone in the rain?”
His eyes were vacant as he watched the scene numbly. He felt like a ghost as he watched a nameless smiling woman pick up a small trembling chihuahua that had escaped Robert’s attention, near a dumpster not so far away from his own.
The little chihuahua yipped as the woman gently cradled it in her warm arms. Briefly, the small puppy made eye contact with him and tilted his head with big curious eyes. That little dog had been the only living thing to look at him with anything other than guilt or disgust in months and he couldn't look away from it's watery boba pearl eyes.
Robert only watched with an inexplicable pang of relief and grief as the puppy moved away to lick the cheek of his savior as he was carried out from the shadows into the light.
Good for the little guy, Robert thought. At least he managed to find a way out this shithole.
Robert had desperately tried finding meaning for too long, some reason to crawl out of the hole of depression and cynicism he’d spiraled down into. Nobody and nothing but the fucked up thoughts in his head answered.
Maybe that’s why he found himself wandering to the warehouse where his father was killed. He needed to feel something. Anything. Even if anger and hatred and a desire for revenge was the only thing left for him to feed on.
Die a hero or live long enough to see yourself becoming the villain. Maybe Robert should have died in the suit. At least he would’ve went out a hero.
Now, the only thing left for him was the reflection of himself he’d stopped recognizing in the mirror. Dead, lifeless fish eyes, an unruly stubble, palid skin, sunken cheeks, dark eyebags…
Robert kept walking on autopilot, stepping over abandoned do not cross tape to make his way through the creaking doors of the warehouse.
The darkness of the warehouse greeted him quietly, as soulless and empty as he felt.
He sighed as he looked around at the sea of abandoned boxes and worthless scraps of metal littered all around him. He made himself comfortable on a steel box, taking in the quiet around him. He didn’t know what he was doing here. Maybe he thought he’d feel something if he came to this place.
He should’ve felt something but nothing came. No kind of revelation or ignited hope. Just the festering poison of hate that was buried deep in his heart at the simple understanding that everything had been taken away from Robert before he ever had the chance to decide if he wanted it in the first place.
Father dead at 15. Forced to become Mechaman Blue at 16. Deep scars permanently altering his body at 20. Hospitalized for 3 months at 21. In a coma at 29. Homeless at 30. Robert always feared where this depressive spiral could take him but now it felt like he was finally reaching his destination.
It was time to let go of it all - this sense of heroism he felt he had to maintain. Mechaman's legacy had died. He was nothing except Robert now, a man who had lost everything and left only with the sick violence of hate and a life filled with loneliness.
He made his decision right there and then like a switch finally flipping in his mind.
Shroud had to die. They all did. Red Ring. Every villain faction. Every corrupt hero that took lives under the pretense of heroism.
He’d seen it time and time again, tried to reform villains time and time again who’d just end up doing more harm to innocent people. He was done with it now. He was going to kill Shroud first, and anything that got in the way of that plan was just a natural consequence of getting in the way - hero and villain and "reformed hero" alike.
The sound of something slipping and crashing over a steel box startled him out of his thoughts. His eyes roamed through the darkness toward where the commotion had been. There was nothing else except a steel box and displaced items scattered across the floor.
“Who’s there?”
Silence answered him.
He stood up with a groan, ignoring the pain in his lower back as he walked closer toward the large steel box with cautious steps.
Robert glanced down at glass from a broken bottle that crunched beneath his shoes and paused. Without hesitation, he reached down to pick up the largest shard of broken glass there.
Once he got close enough to the source of the noise with quiet footsteps, he steeled himself and took a deep breath-
Robert jumped over the box, unsurprised to find somebody had been hiding there. Dull gray eyes met his, wide in surprise, before Robert landed on the gangly body with a well calculated knee to the face.
“Guh!”
The tall man fell down in a heap of limbs with a choked, gargling sound. Robert straddled the man on the floor and held the shard of glass by the man’s neck. They were only inches apart, so close that Robert could smell chlorine and smoke from his skin.
“Who are you?”
The man stared up at him with a dazed expression, dark eyebags and muddy gray eyes looking up at him completely unphased at the shard of glass pressing directly against his carotid artery.
Long ginger hair cascaded like a puddle of blood around the man’s head. He held his arms up in a placid peace-making gesture. His cheekbone was already starting to swell up from the hard knee Robert had landed on it. But instead of the fearful expression he expected, Robert cocked an eyebrow at the deep flush that covered his cheeks.
“Were you following me?” Robert asked when he didn’t get a response, pressing the shard of glass further up against his neck until a trickle of blood slipped down from the cut. A quiet gasp escaped the man’s mouth below him.
“Uh-! N-no! Well- yes, a-actually! But not- not in a bad way. Buh- well maybe, a- a little actually.”
Robert cocked an eyebrow at the man suspiciously, inspecting him with a keen up and down stare. He didn’t look dangerous but didn’t look particularly harmless either. The first thing he noticed was how… wet he was, actually.
He was dressed in a fully black wetsuit that failed to stop Robert from getting wet from the droplets of water slipping from every orifice of his skin.
The next thing he noticed was - well - he wasn’t bad looking. In fact, he was unfortunately devastatingly handsome, with a long elegant nose and furiously blushing cheeks.
Robert would’ve normally thought his appearance made him look unassuming and harmless… except… this man had a dark look in his muddy grey eyes that he recognized in his own.
Those were the eyes of a man who had finally reached the bottom of a long, long spiral downhill. Much like himself.
Robert retracted the shard of glass with a wary look, stepping off the man below him when he started breathing a little too heavily to be considered normal. Maybe he was having a stroke? He looked like he was having some kind of reaction based on the intense look in his eyes and the way he was biting his lower lip like he wanted to rip it off.
“So, did you or did you not follow me here?”
The man didn’t move from his position sprawled out like a wet starfish on the floor. He was still looking up at Robert with a deranged twinkle in his eyes.
“Well?”
“A-ah, y-yes, I followed- followed you, s-sir.”
Robert stood over him with crossed arms and tilted his head.
“Why?”
“I… well…” The man slowly, cautiously stood up from the floor with his hands still raised in a peace making gesture. He was tall. Really fucking tall, actually, and this was considering the fact he was clearly slouched in on himself in the attempt to make himself look smaller. “You see… I-I’m a huge fan.”
“Uh huh. You’re a huge fan of a homeless man on the streets?”
“N-no! Y-you’re not just… I know who you are. Y-you’re Mechaman.”
If this man knew who he was… Robert held onto the shard of glass in his hand tighter and tensed up. He felt blood slipping from the gash he must have accidentally split across his palm. The tall man seemed to have noticed his change in demeanor because he raised his arms up even higher, his voice coming out in a squeak.
“I-I mean no h-harm, sir. Y-you- like I said, I’m a big h-huge fan.”
Robert’s eyes narrowed, not letting his guard down even as the man remained stock still without any apparent intention to move closer to Robert with an attack. He internally sighed- no point in trying to deny the truth. There was no ounce of doubt in this man’s voice over knowing his identity.
“How did you know who I am?”
“W-well!” His tongue peeked out to wet his lips as muddy eyes trailed across Robert’s face as he spoke. “F-first of all- Mechaman and y-you both have a s-slightly curved nose… S-same height… And t-theres a tiny cut on-on the left side of your jaw. A-and you were released from the same h-hospital that Mechaman was said to be in.”
There was a sort of crazed look in the man’s eyes as he explained to Robert like any of this was anywhere near normal to say.
“A-and considering Mechaman was in-in a coma for t-t-three months, the-the body weight c-composition y-you used to be, would’ve been reduce- lost. The same a-amount of pounds you s-seem to weigh now.”
Robert was stunned silent. Truthfully, a little impressed, a smidge creeped out, and a little extra bit of something else stirring inside him, making warmth spread from the pit of his stomach out toward his chest.
Who the fuck was this guy?
The long haired ginger man looked embarrassed all of a sudden as he slowly dropped his hands to instead thread them into his wet hair, pulling slightly in what seemed to be a self soothing gesture.
“I-I- ah… B-been watching you… for a long time now… I really- really admire you, R-Robert.”
Robert put the shard of glass down on a nearby box and sighed. So this man wasn’t dangerous - at least not in the way Robert was expecting.
He was just a stalker that had been watching him for months and already knew his name. Something was churning dangerously in his stomach as he lingered on that thought. For some reason- the idea that somebody had actually been watching him all this time… the entire time he thought he was alone in the world…
Something close to a purr, or a pleased hum, reverberated from his throat before he could stop himself, and the handsome man’s pupils dilated at just the sound.
This was dangerous in a completely different way. Robert was being sucked closer into a vortex of hypnotizing gray eyes and an alluring aura that tempted him to keep walking forward toward him and keep pushing…
Before he fell into the vortex, he stopped himself. A final thread of resistance reached the surface of his mind. There wasn’t hope for Robert… but there was still hope for this kid. This would be his last act as a hero before he fell into a world of degeneracy and death.
“What’s there to admire, kid? If you really have been watching me that long, you should know that I’m not Mechaman anymore. You need to go home. Stop stalking people. Get therapy, I don’t know. Just don’t turn out to be a fuck up like me.”
“Y-youre t-thirty one. I-I’m only a-s-six years y-younger than you. Not a kid.”
Despite himself, he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam up and down the long, toned limbs of the man, the curve of his pale neck, the glistening of his skin from the wetness there, the appealing hue of his gray eyes that were opened just a bit too wide in a way that made him seem crazed… Robert swallowed hard.
“Yeah… I can see that.”
The furious blush that covered the man’s face made a small tug of a smirk pull at his lips. This man… he was dangerous… he was handsome… he was adorable. How could he be all three of those things so effortlessly? Curiosity and interest kept pulling him closer and without even realizing it, he was walking closer toward the man.
“W-with all due respect, R-Robert. I-I have no place called home to-to go to… I c-can’t go back. Not there. More than a-anything in the world, I w-want…”
The ginger man slowly, carefully raised a hand to cup Robert’s unkempt, stubbled chin like he were holding a fragile set of fine china instead. He was taken aback by the size of his hand… by the gentleness of it. Something he hasn’t experienced in who knows how long.
“I-I want to be with you. Please. Let me- let me work f-for- you. O-or just let me be-be around you. If you have nothing- don’t have anything y-youre working t-toward.”
The tug of a smile stretched Robert’s lips even more. He felt his chapped lips cracking under the strain of a smile that hasn’t existed there in so long.
“What’s your name?”
Robert tilted his head curiously, intentionally nuzzling his face into the hollow of the man’s hand. The man smiled at him, watery and desperate and nervous.
“H-Herman, s-sir. Or- just Herm is fine.”
“No need for the sir. You are just six years younger than me, after all. Isn’t that what you said?” Robert huffed a quiet laugh through his nose before reaching over to place his blood soaked hand over the larger hand cradling his jaw.
“Herm.” He looked deadly serious into those muddy gray eyes. “Do you really know what you’re asking for here? I’m not a hero anymore, ki- Herm. What I plan to do isn’t pretty. It isn’t heroic or good. I’m going to become so much worse than I am now. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Herm didn’t even hesitate. He nodded with vigor and grabbed onto Robert’s blood soaked hand with both of his.
“Yes- yes- yes, I do know. I’ll do a-anything. I w-want… I want to belong here. Y-you have no idea what I’m w-willing to do. Or how much I-I want this.”
Robert stood in a dazed shock as Herm pulled his bloody palm toward his lips and placed a gentle kiss against the weeping cut on his palm. His blood stained lips stretched into a deranged smile, and Robert believed every word he said despite having just met the guy.
And really - this was the worst part. This man was committed to him. Seemingly obsessed with him. Devoted to a fault. And Robert was a bad, bad man that wanted to sink his teeth into him and never let him go. He didn’t want this man to find redemption. Robert wanted to keep him all for himself.
Every remaining strand of self restraint ended there, with the way Herm’s entire face lit up when Robert traced his bloody fingers up across Herm’s jaw and pressed them against his racing pulse point to listen to the way it was jack hammering through his veins.
Robert purred with something dark in his eyes, and Herm’s own expression was filled with that same kind of darkness. It made him feel seen in a way he hasn’t been in a long, long time. He’d just met him but he already felt tendrils of his own obsession interlocking with Herman’s in a way that felt too good to not become addicting at first touch.
“Then stay here with me.”
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It’d been two years since then and Robert had reformed the warehouse that his father had died in into something like an empire that belonged only to him and Herm.
Turns out- Robert didn’t need a suit to be Mecha. All he needed was Herm to help him kidnap Toxic, torture him until he gave up the location of Red Ring’s arterial base, set up a distraction, then hijack all the fancy tools the gang kept stored away.
Fancy tools that included all sorts of different types of weaponry, honing devices, EMPs, aerial trackers, complex hacking tools, and a never-ending list of melee and long distance weaponry that Robert had become very, very good at wielding in order to compromise for the lack of having a huge robot.
With Herm by his side, Robert had managed to do what he’d never been able to do when he was Mechaman. The part of him that was bound to familial ties and the desire to live up to a father that cared too much about the image of Mechaman to spare a glance at his own child.
Robert was finally free. He didn’t have to abide by morality or heroism anymore and that made the range of plans he could work with far, far more vast. As it turns out, the fear of death was a fantastic motivator, especially when he and Herm had gained a fearsome reputation.
Robert sat on a chair in the middle of a dimly lit room full of dazed, half conscious Red Ring goons. They’d been stripped naked and bound with ropes keeping their arms behind their backs and their legs tied together.
The men were out of it - of course - having just awoken not too long ago after having been prepped by Herm for what was about to happen.
He considered the ten men in the room as he sat cross legged on a chair. They were all some variants of the same person - angry, aggressive, selfish, and quick to go from confusion to begging for their life to feigning innocence altogether.
He fiddled with an old model of an astral pulse that he’d located in their wolf's den, throwing the thing in the air before catching it with an aura of nonchalant boredom.
“Please, we don’t fucking know anything, man! We have no connection with Shroud or the Red Ring! I swear!”
He sighed. “If you weren’t affiliated with either one of those things, I wouldn’t have found this old T1 astral pulse model in your base, nor the coordinates for every other Red Ring base in this jurisdiction.”
He threw the weakly pulsing astral pulse up in the air again. It casted an ominous green light across Robert’s dimly lit face as it flipped in the air. He caught it with a flick of his hand.
“You guys are like cockroaches. No matter how many of your bases we find, there’s always another one hiding in the cracks.”
The ominous green light danced around the room as Robert threw the astral pulse in the air again, lighting dancing across scared naked bodies and faces frozen in fear as it flipped through the air again. Robert caught it easily and inspected the pulse in his hands.
“This is the real deal, too. Old model though, not strong enough to power whatever Shroud wants it for.”
“You’re crazy- seriously, what are we doing here?” One of the men thrashed against his ropes helplessly. “We already said, we don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Look,” Robert pointed at the man with the astral pulse in his hands. “I already know that you know where Shroud is hiding. I’m getting the information one way or another. That really isn’t the thing you should be concerned about here.”
“W-what do you mean?”
Robert crossed his legs and smiled cruelly at the nameless man. “Well, what you should be asking yourself is why you might be feeling hot right now. Or why your heart is beating irregularly fast. If it isn’t yet, the serum should be acting up soon enough.”
There was a similar expression of fear cast across the faces of the nameless men in the room as they blanched.
“What… what the fuck did you do to us?” A trembling voice asked.
“You’re a freak. What the fuck did you do?” One of the men spat angrily, globules of spit falling from his mouth as he yelled at Robert and thrashed at the binds keeping his arms and legs bound. “Why are we naked? What did you inject me with, you sadistic freak?”
He shrugged. “No point in answering when you’ll find out soon enough.”
“W-what the fuck is that supposed to mean!? Just let us go- we won’t snitch to Shroud about this!”
“What happened to not knowing who Shroud is? Could’ve swore a minute ago you were talking about how you didn’t know anything.”
“S-shut up! Do you have any idea what Shroud is gonna do to you once he finds out about this?”
“Yeah-“ another man barked out a scared laugh, like he was on the verge of hyperventilating, “He’s gonna tear you limb from limb!”
“Oh?” Robert’s attention went from the pulse to the snarling man in the corner. “Do you actually believe Shroud gives a shit about any of you? You thought all this time that your lives mean anything to him except being sacrificial fodder? You know nothing about loyalty.”
He stood up from his chair and stretched languidly, sighing when his lower back cracked.
“Let me show you a thing or two about loyalty.”
With two fingers placed in his mouth, Robert sucked in a gulp of air and whistled loudly through his teeth.
He waited with a calm smile on his lips. 3 seconds… 2 seconds… 1….
The steel door to the fortified room slammed open and hit the wall behind it with a loud thud.
“Robert!”
Herm rushed toward Robert like a marionette to a piper, instantly wrapping Robert up in his arms.
“Hey, baby.” He laughed softly and angled his face upward to drag his nose along the curve of Herm’s jaw, sighing when his claiming grip on Robert’s waist tightened at the action.
“Y-you okay? I-is everything good? A-are you ready for… the p-plan?”
Herm stared down at Robert with an unwavering smile and too-large pupils with gray irises. He looked at him with devotion written across every muscle in his expression, in a way that never failed to let Robert know he could ask for the moon and Herm would answer with “do you want the stars, too?”
Robert needed him from the moment he found him stalking him and now he couldn’t go a second without drinking in the oxygen from his lungs. The best part was that he knew that he gave Herm the same sense of fulfillment that he offered him.
They brought the darkest parts of each other out and embraced it tenderly with a kiss, and now how he couldn't get enough. He needed it like he needed air, and the time he’s spent with Herm has only intensified the feelings they were both wrapped up in.
That’s why they’ve shared what they’ve shared with each other and have talked at length about what they were about to do.
A trickle of excitement rushed down Robert’s spine as he grinned up at Herm.
“Yeah, Herm, I’m ready. These men don’t have what we need, anyways. We can go through with the plan and dispose of them.”
“O-of course, Robert.”
“What- what the fuck!?” One of the men snapped the tense silence in the air with the sound of his cry. “I thought you said that if we talked you’d let us go? What the fuck!?”
Robert snorted cruelly and cast an unimpressed glance at the direction of the complainant.
“Yeah, I never said that. I said that I’ll think about letting you go if you told me what you know. And I said that way before we knocked you all out and drugged you with a chemical mixture of epinephrine, vasodilators, and aphrodisiacs.”
The man’s face turned stark white. The room became silent with a heavy tension that could make any weaker man suffocate in it.
“Wh-what?”
“In simple words,” Robert grinned. The green glint of the astral pulse cast his face in a dark, ominous hue. “If you don’t calm yourselves down, your heart is gonna go too fast and essentially burst in your chest.”
One of the men suddenly face planted on the floor, using the momentum of his thrashing body to get closer to the door.
“Fuck this, fuck this, I’m not dying here- get me out of here!”
“Hey now,” Robert watched with an quirk of an eyebrow as the man made it to the door and used his forehead to attempt to make enough noise. Little did he know they were in the basement of the warehouse where nobody would hear them, no matter how loud they screamed. Or how loud he himself screamed, if everything went according to plan.
“The serum should start to kick in, so you really should be getting a head start in your breathing techniques.”
Herm calmly kept holding Robert, as if both enthralled and glued to his position as he spoke. His elegant, long hands trailed mindlessly up and down his sides.
“A… aha…” One of the men laughed a bit manically. “Insane. You’re fucking insane.”
Robert planted a kiss on Herm’s jaw as he nuzzled closer to him.
“Actually, I think distributing drugs to minors, multiple counts of violent sexual assault, and first degree murder of innocent civilians - all for the favor of a man that can give less than two shits about you makes you all far crazier than I am.”
Herm softly sighed when Robert planted another kiss on his jaw, tilting his head to give Robert better access. He hummed appreciatively.
“What I’m doing is just having a little bit of fun while taking out the trash.”
“What the hell do you want? What are you planning?” One of the less cowardly men - the one that had feebly tried escaping - spat with acridity dripping in his voice. “Does it get you off tying us up and injecting some bullshit in us while you and your fucking fag henchman coddle up with eachother?”
Robert’s hands stopped trailing up and down Herm’s back and his lips separated with a wet smack from his jaw.
“Hm. Wrong words.” He smiled at the bound man. Herm wasn’t even phased, head dropping down to the cranny of his shoulder as he nibbled sweetly along his neck and his gnarled ear.
Before anyone could react, Robert whipped out a pistol from his back pocket -
The quiet sound of a silencer going off, and suddenly a bullet hole was in the space between the man’s eyes. He slumped over motionlessly and the room again went deathly silent.
“To answer your question,” Robert told the motionless man that had begun gushing blood from his head in rivulets. “Yes, all that does get me off. Anyone else have any questions or quirky little nicknames you’d like to call my lover?”
Almost simultaneously, the men in the room frantically shook their heads no. Shocked silent and too scared to speak.
“Good.”
Herm finally pulled away from lapping at Robert’s gnarled ear with stars in his eyes and a fierce blush on his face. He bit his lower lip, practically begging to be kissed.
That’s the face he made anytime Robert punished anyone for speaking unkindly about him, and he knew Herm has always done much the same. Nothing got Robert going quite like watching Herm waterboard a man for laying a finger on him, after all. He’s sure Herm felt the same way.
“Herm, I’d like it if we didn’t hear from any other active participants from this point on.”
“G-got it!” He dug around through the ugly neon yellow fanny pack he had wrapped around his waist and brought out a roll of black duck tape with a small “aha!”
“H-hey, get away from me man- get back!” One of the men tried wiggling away as Herm approached with the energy of a very unimpressed man. The goon’s complaints turned into muffled cries as Herm ripped off a piece of duck tape and plastered it unceremoniously across the man’s lips.
He walked toward the next man with another piece of duck tape. He visibly shrinked away from Herm as he approached, babbling mindlessly and desperately afraid now, “W-wait, wait, wait- We’ll tell you anything you need to know. Anything you- mhfhfh!”
Herm pat the duck tape over his mouth before moving onto the next man. And the next. Until the only sounds coming from the bound men were muffled cries.
“By the way, I lied about needing information from you guys.”
Robert shrugged as he watched Herm finish making his way around the room. He had a deadpanned, empty expression on his face as he regarded the men with nearly no emotion. Standing at his full height like this with little emotion in his wide eyed stare, Herm was terrifying. It made Robert’s mouth water.
“I already hacked into your database and have everything I need right here-”
Robert took out a flashdrive from his pocket and waggled it in the air with a smirk.
“Oh you have to be fucking kidding me-” the last of the men thrashed his head back against the wall with a defeated groan. “You mother fu--gghhffff”
Once Herm was finished silencing the goons with duck tape, he turned around and smiled at Robert with a glint in his eyes.
“M-much better. The- their noises are g-gratin- really are annoying.”
He returned to Robert’s side with a happy sigh and cradled his face in his palms.
“W-would you- like a-anything else?”
A pretty blush dusted across Herm’s cheeks as Robert went flush against Herm, melding into the curves of his body like gelatin as he stared up at him with a heavy lidded stare.
“Just you. C’mere.”
“Mmm,” Robert hummed as he peppered kisses down Herm’s jaw. Before he could go any further down the curve of his neck, Herm cradled Robert's jaw and tilted his head up so he could lean his forehead against his. He blinked up at him, feeling warm at the adoration in his eyes.
“R-robert? Y-you still w-want to do this, right?”
He lay his hands over Herm’s and pushed his forehead against his in emphasis, expression serious as he spoke.
“Yes. But only if you also want to, Herm. This is for both of us, this isn’t just about me. If you don’t wanna fuck me in front of all these people, we won’t. It doesn’t matter how long we spent talking about it and prepped for this moment. If it doesn’t work for you, it doesn’t work for me either. Got it?”
Robert ignored the sound of confused muffled grunting in the background.
“Oh god - but I do, I want- I want to. I want to s-so bad.” Herm’s hands trembled as they trailed down Robert’s neck, shoulders, arms, down to his waist to squeeze at the muscle there. His breath was shaky as they ghosted across his lips. “Y-youre s-so dirty- such a slut to want to-, h-have this fantasy, Robert.”
Robert’s cock twitched at that and he knew Herm felt it throb against his thigh because in the span of a second, Herm’s pupils were dilating wide and then suddenly Robert was being pushed back onto the chair laying in the middle of the room.
“I-I love it.”
“Oh shi--”
The chair toppled over and Robert was falling down onto his back with a grunt. He didn't even have a second to feel shock or time to think before the chair was promptly being yanked out from underneath him and flung across the room -
SMASH.
Wood shattered against the wall with all the supernatural strength Herm had in his body, exploding into a thousand pieces like the chair was actually made out of glass. A startled cry was muffled from one of the bodies watching in the room.
They’d been lucky to not get hit by the flying chair. It’s not like Herm was paying attention to where he’d flung it, all his attention laser-focused on Robert sprawled on the floor.
Guess Herm was just as excited about this as Robert felt.
Robert grinned and extended his arms out in invitation and then Herm was crawling over him like a lion pouncing on its prey, a level of feral hunger that made his cock twitch again in his pants. His arms wrapped around his lover as tongue, lips, teeth made marks down his neck fervently.
Herm was a duality of a man - both terrifying with others and gentle with him. Here, in moments like these, the duality blended into one and Robert was left bowing in pleasure at the roughness of teeth breaking skin as Herm mouthed down his neck. He lapped up the blood soothingly with his tongue with every vicious bite he pierced into flesh.
“Herm. God- Herm. Yeah, baby, just like that.” Robert shuddered out a trembling sigh as he captured his lips with his.
He licked at the seam of his lips and thrust his tongue inside the cavern of his mouth when Herm’s lips parted. Like he couldn’t get enough of a taste of this man. He groaned at the taste of his own blood on his tongue as it danced with his.
Robert’s clothes were practically ripped off from him while only breaking the kiss once to get his shirt off him. In moments like this, it felt like wearing clothes at all was the biggest inconvenience of his life. Once he was met face to face with the enormity of Herm’s libido, he’d stopped wearing boxers entirely. Maybe he should start wearing a plug so he was nice and stretched for Herm to take him at any moment's notice.
Once Robert was stripped completely naked, Herm parted from his lips. A strand of saliva connected the two before breaking. Herm’s eyes were blown wide, lips red and his entire face flush as his eyes roamed up and down Robert’s body as if it were the very first time he was seeing him bare.
“S-so pretty… Look at you.”
Robert’s legs spread wider in invitation, a coy smile on his lips as he angled his hips up to thrust his angry erection up in the air.
“Gonna let me get cold, Herm? Hm?” Robert was anything but cold. His cock was already leaking precum in rivulets into the happy trail of hair leading up to his abdominal muscles.
He felt hot all over, hot at the idea that a room full of random villains were getting an eyeful of the action. Speaking of which… he glanced around the room and felt hot shame and arousal flood his core at the hunger he could see in their eyes, watching like their situation had been completely forgotten.
“S-so greedy, darling…” Herm cupped his jaw and stroked his hot cheek with a thumb, before popping the thumb into his mouth. Robert dutifully sucked on the digit with a soft moan. “I-I’ve thought of this- e-every night ever since you mentioned it. N-no way I’m letting you get cold.”
Robert pouted with disappointment when Herm retracted his thumb from his mouth to reach for his ugly fanny pack that he'd vowed to destroy to one day. Robert watched curiously with his arms behind his head as Herm dug into the bag with a tongue sticking out - adorable. He tilted his head and dragged his foot up and down Herm’s thigh teasingly.
“Watcha got there, bud?”
“A-a surprise! F-for this mo-moment.”
Herm suddenly pulled out a couple of objects- a black rubber cock ring, a small egg shaped vibrator, a sparkly blue butt plug, and an O-ring ball gag.
“Y-youve been so good- good to me. You deserve s-some new toys.”
Robert swallowed at the sight of the items, jaw dropping in awe as Herm placed the items off to the side and grabbed the small egg shaped item first.
When they discussed setting up this scene, Robert did explicitly say he was giving Herm the reigns to choose whatever he wanted to do with him. He just wasn’t exactly expecting all this. Of course Herm would want to spoil him. Ruin him, more like... but he welcomed the destruction with open arms.
Herm watched intensely at his reaction as he dragged the vibrator teasingly along his weeping cock while the thing was still off. The solid pressure already felt good... he could only imagine how it'd feel on.
“G-good?”
“Oh Herm, you shouldn’t have,” He purred, arms extending out to wrap around Herm’s neck.
He pulled him down to close the distance between them. Herm didn’t think twice about it, long hair cascading down over Robert and dripping water down over his cheeks as he kissed him.
Robert heard the sound of a lube cap popping open distantly and only stopped kissing Herm to draw out a shaky sigh as he massaged warmed lube over his hole until he relaxed enough to slip a finger inside.
“M-more-” Robert groaned. “Don’t be such a tease. Need you now.”
“S-such a greedy pup. A-always demanding w-without any patience f-for prep.”
Robert groaned at the intrusion of a second finger and a third without much delay. His thighs trembled as they strained further apart.
“Y-youre practically s-sucking me in. You really- really wanted this huh? F-for everyone to watch you be a greedy boy?”
“Herm - fuck- feels so fucking good.”
He glanced over at the villains who were still making confused, muffled noises with expressions broken with arousal. Nearly all of them were already rock hard or at half mast as they continued to watch. The serum was finally taking effect. And the show had nearly just begun.
Robert’s head craned back at the onslaught of pleasure as Herm thrusted his fingers inside and scissored them apart. The burn of the stretch was perfect and he relished in the delicious slow ebb of pleasure numbing his senses of anything else.
“Fuck!” Robert cried out, back arching under the onslaught of Herm’s relentless fingers as he angled them perfectly to hit his prostate dead on.
“S-so pretty.. Y-your face scrun-… scrunches up whenever I do that.”
His face felt on fire as Herm’s palm dipped downward to fondle and squeeze at his balls before the speed of his fingers increased again.
“A-and your eyes… they roll upward w-whenever I do that.”
“Gah- f-- ggh!” Robert felt drool slipping down the corner of his mouth as Herm watched him fall apart with rapt attention.
Rapt attention that Herm always had just for Robert. He’s sure that at this point, Herm could map Robert’s entire body inside and out like the back of his hand.
Where his injuries flared up, where to draw out the most pleasure inside him, what microexpressions he made whenever he came or was on the precipice of losing himself to euphoric blank nothingness.
That’s how Herm must have known to retreat his fingers when he did, before he came too early. Robert collapsed back onto the floor with a frustrated groan.
“You... hah... you plan on torturing me, sweetheart?”
“O-oh, sorry.” Herm had the gall to look sheepish. “I-I just wanted to d-draw this out more and we hav-haven’t even tried the toys out yet.”
“Mmm- you gonna get your cock inside me first? I’ve missed you. I can’t get myself off with my hand anymore and we’ve both been so busy.”
Herm’s heavy breathing and wide eyed look as he aggressively started ripping off his wetsuit would’ve probably come across as creepy and desperate for anyone else, but for Robert?
That manic look in his eyes and the way his chest heaved in anticipation was like music in his ears and candy for his eyes. Especially when he finally got a good eyeful of Herm’s gorgeous body - wet skin, lanky frame, a ginger happy trail leading to a throbbing, well-endowed cock.
“Y-you can’t touch. I don’t want you to-to touch yourself. I wanna ruin you- for-for anyone else. Nobody else can have you. E-even you.”
Herm’s eyes were intense as he said those words, grinning with something dark in his expression as he grabbed the bullet toy and placed it right up against his perineum.
“R-right, Robert?” Herm lined himself up against him with the tip of his cock prodding against his hole.
“Mhhm, I’m all yours, Her-- haaaah!”
Without any kind of warning, Herm suddenly pushed his cock inside until he was buried nearly halfway inside Robert. He flicked on the vibrator and Robert knew he was a goner.
“Hh-hah! F-fuh!” His back bowed off the floor in an involuntary spasm as Herm bullied himself into Robert with shallow thrusts that hit deeper and deeper every time he retracted his hips and slammed back inside.
The vibrations on the tip of his cock and perineum made his mouth fall open in a quiet gasp, his eyes rolling behind his head at the multiple sensations flooding his body-
“F-feels good? D-do you like how it feels when e-everyone can see what a- a perv you are?”
Herm thrusted into him faster, dragging his hips back all the way to the tip before slamming back into Robert directly against his prostate.
Robert didn’t recognize the scream being ripped from his own throat as Herm flicked the vibrator on to a higher setting. His hands tangled into Herm’s hair as he convulsed from the pleasure of having the dual sensation of the vibrator being pressed up against his slit and Herm’s monstrous cock inside him stimulating his prostate directly.
It hadn’t even been ten minutes and Robert was already close to breaking.
He was close- so close- so close-
Herm squeezed the base of Robert’s cock and slipped on the cock ring before he could topple over the edge. A strangled cry ripped from his throat at the sudden ebb and retreat of release before he reached it.
This is exactly what Robert needed. Herm knew him so personally, so deeply, and knew how much he loved it when he was a little mean and ruthless with him. This was just one of those moments that made Robert feel like he was being split apart at the seams.
Tears trickled down his cheeks and his toes curled deliciously at the way the vibrator was moving up and down his cock, around his leaking tip, pressing along the groove of his slit. Insistent and overwhelming but at its lowest setting so it was just enough to make Robert crave for more.
Best of all - Herm hadn’t even stopped thrusting down to the hilt, wet slaps of skin against skin stimulating his prostate in a way that had steam coming out from his ears. Robert’s brain was turned to mush, eyes unable to train themselves anywhere except the back of his head as Herm muttered desperately with every thrust hit inside him-
“Such a g-good boy, such a p-pretty s-slut, beautiful - so-so beautiful- mine, mine, mine, mine-”
Before Robert could come, Herm was bottoming out into Robert and filling him up with an excessive amount of release. Robert twitched and spasmed as he felt his belly distending with the amount being pumped inside him. It went on forever, until Herm was whimpering at the way Robert was squeezing around him without having the ability to release. And yet he wanted more.
Robert really was greedy. It was all too much and yet - somehow it wasn’t enough. He wanted to open up his chest and get Herm to live inside, needed him closer and deeper and more- more- more.
“N-need.”
Robert’s voice was fucked. He supposed he’d been screaming at some point in between the vibrations on his dick and the milking of his prostate.
The bullet was tossed somewhere to the side as Herm continued panting harshly into Robert’s open mouth while recovering from the mind shattering orgasm he must’ve had.
“Fill me up more.” Robert demanded, and Herm was all too happy to oblige. “G-give me more, Herm.”
He grabbed onto Robert’s bottom jaw with his index finger and thumb and pushed down on it to make his mouth part open slightly.
“O-open wide.”
Robert’s mind was slipping far away as he opened his mouth obediently and watched with a burning fire licking at his core as Herm spit on his awaiting tongue.
He swallowed and licked his lips hungrily.
"Mmm.. yum. But not enough. Need you in my mouth.”
Herm pecked at the corner of his lips.
“D-dont worry, I’ll make sure y-youre completely full. G-greedy puppy.”
Robert’s blood-restricted cock made a feeble attempt at throbbing. He bit his lip and groaned deep in his throat. Herm squeezed his thigh to get him to concentrate on him again.
“H-here. P-put your legs on my s-shoulders. I n-need to plug you up. B-before anything- so that n-nothing spills out.”
Robert was much obliged to obey, letting his body be maneuvered as he draped his legs over Herm’s shoulders.
Herm reached for the blue sparkly butt plug as he pulled out of Robert and quickly teased the buttplug inside before anything could dribble out of his hole. Robert’s ears burned as it went in with a loud, wet squelch. His cock couldn’t even twitch at the sound because of the ring keeping his orgasm ripe on the frustrating edge of release.
Robert flipped himself around and crawled on his hands and knees toward Herm with his plugged up ass swaying in the air, like a cat about to pounce.
Herm didn’t have any trouble getting hard again. Just one hot breath over the tip of his cock and Herm was already losing his mind again. His erection bobbed back to life as he made eye contact with Robert with a piercing stare that felt so intense, it made his stomach flip.
He pressed a kiss onto his tip without breaking eye contact and broke the strand of precum that had attached itself to the bottom of his lip with his tongue. He pressed onward and kitten licked the tip of his twitching cock, swirling his tongue around it before kissing down his weeping erection. Precum smeared across his cheek and nose and lips as he mouthed along him in ecstasy. He licked teasingly at his heavy ballsack before returning back up the tip.
“F-fuck, Robert. D-don’t tease.” Herm’s face was on fire, entire body trembling with anticipation.
Without any more fanfare, he took Herm’s cock into his mouth and sucked him down until half of his cock disappeared past his lips. He furrowed his brows in concentration, making sure to keep his throat relaxed before he took more of him.
No matter how many times he did this, it was always deliciously overwhelming trying to swallow down all of Herm. When Robert remained still for longer than a few seconds, Herm bucked deeper into Robert’s mouth, making him sputter and gag around him.
“S-sorry! Sorry, Robert.”
You're totally not sorry, he wanted to say but instead he glanced up at Herm with the best bedroom eyes he could muster and hummed in encouragement. Herm was much better at this than him, considering his lack of a gag reflex, but with what Robert lacked in powers, he made up for with sheer enthusiasm and grit.
His ass swayed in the air as he bobbed his head up and down his leaking cock, taking more and more of Herm down his throat until tears prickled in the corner of his eyes.
“J-just like that, Robert- g-gah- f-fuck!” Herm was fucking into Robert’s mouth properly now, the squelch of precum and drool dribbled down his bottom lip as tears joined the mix.
His throat flexed around Herm's cock as he struggled to breath and the light headedness made pleasure swim in his vision. He moaned enthusiastically as Herm’s pace got faster, a wet hand fisted into Robert’s hair and the vibration of his chokes and moans around his cock made Herm cry out.
Herm's moans turned into a litany of pleas and praises and soft “ah- ah-ah” sounds until finally, he was coming down Robert's relaxed throat. Robert felt dazed and warm as he focused on nothing except drinking down the salty taste that was shooting from Herm in synchrony with the pulsing beat of his heart.
Robert swallowed nearly everything except for one last remaining rope of cum that splattered across his face instead. He relished in the feeling. He liked feeling claimed and defiled like this and Herm must have liked it too because his eyes were blown wide with arousal as Robert swiped a finger across his cheek to gather up the cum there before sucking the finger clean. Having Herm fuck his throat and make him satisfied enough to come down his throat made endorphins rush through Robert's brain, as if he was the one that had just come, even though his throbbing cock remained untouched.
“W-wow… wow, Robert. G-good boy. Such a g-good boy. Y-you look so good like that. L-look how much ev-everyone is enjoying the s-show.”
Robert glanced around, honestly having forgotten they had an audience. The men in the room were deep in the thickness of arousal, cocks hard and raised in the air as they grunted and moaned behind the duck tape keeping their mouths shut. One of the men in the audience wasn’t moving anymore - ropes of cum drooling on the floor and empty eyes the only evidence of his heart bursting in his chest from the speed of his heartrate. Guess they were putting on one hell of a show if a guy was dead already.
“Show’s about to get much better, too, darling.”
Robert was so gone, he blinked dazedly up at Herm with a wobbling smile. He was so fucking hard that it was starting to hurt but the pain felt so good that all he wished was for Herm to give him more, more, more, take him to the precipice of release and take it away until Robert was nothing but a bundle of ignited nerves and empty thoughts. Until the hearts of everyone in the room burst from the intensity of the show they were giving.
“L-Look here…” Herm placed a hand over the bulge of Robert’s belly. “Y-youre so stuffed f-from both ends. L-look at how d-distended you are.”
Robert glanced down at the way he was stuffed so full that it was causing a bump to form in his belly. He groaned deep and low in his throat before plastering his sweaty forehead against Herm’s.
“H-herm…" His voice was a broken croak. "You’re gonna be the death of me. My dick is so hard it might actually fall off.”
“N-not yet, R-robert. You can hold on just- just a little longer. I-I have another surprise for you.”
Herm fished out from his ugly fanny pack, something large and purple and in the shape of a dick, with rigged beads that increased in size as it approached the flared base. Robert blinked at it blankly with an aroused pang of fear and a distant thought - haha, I'm in danger. Of course, he knew he wasn't in any real danger with Herm but the thought is what counts.
“Plus - it vibrates.”
Robert looked at the monstrous anal bead dildo with bug eyes, then narrowed them in consideration.
“Is… is that even gonna fit?”
“It’s- it’s the same size a-as me. N-nothing you can’t handle.” Herm pressed a hot kiss on Robert’s tear stained cheek before reaching for the O-ring gag. “D-don’t think I forgot about this. I-I want to be able to hear y-you scream. No muffling f-for you!”
Herm was going to be the death of him, and he was completely fine with that.
Robert was shivering as Herm situated the ring around his lips and fastened the loop around his head. Something about being restrained from coming, restrained from being able to hide any of his pleasured noises, knowing Herm was going to break him…
He felt himself slipping far, far away into the subspace of sweet submission. Herm seemed to understand with just one look at his face, that Robert was high in the clouds.
“Y-you remember your s-safe word, puppy? Y-you can s-still say i-it with the gag in. Try to say it now.”
“H…Hrrr-ehd.” His tongue flexed against the ring in his mouth and he blinked dumbly up at Herm who beamed with happiness at him.
“G-good boy! T-that’s it. Now l-let’s show the others how g-good you can be!”
Robert flopped around like a pancake and presented himself, wiggling his ass by Herm’s face while looking behind him at his starved, depraved expression.
“H-hyours. ‘M ahll hyours, Hhemy.” I’m all yours, Hermy.
Herm understood, like he always did, and that’s all he needed to hear. He teasingly rolled a wet finger around the ring of muscle stretched around the buttplug before gently pulling it out. Robert shivered and dropped his head into his arms at the cold sensation of more lube being squeezed out the bottle and directly onto his hole.
“I'll start slow but-but y-you'll need to- I’ll let you come until you get to-t-the end. If it’s t-too much, you know- you know the word to say.”
“J-- hhfuck me, phease.”
“Don’t- don’t need to ask me twice.”
Robert groaned into his folded arms as the first bead slipped inside him with a wet pop. He pushed his hips back greedily but Herm used his superhuman strength to push a hand down the middle of his back so he would remain still.
“I’m doing- t-the work here, okay?” His voice went to a lower register, dangerous, and so so very arousing. “So don’t move.”
Robert moaned and panted, body twitching as Herm continued to push the toy further and further inside him. Each bead split him apart wider and wider until he was nearly halfway toward losing his fucking mind. His cock twitched uselessly, hard and aching and desperate for release.
“We’re halfway-halfway there. Y-you're being such a good boy. Look at how- how happy you're making everyone.”
Robert lifted his head dazedly up from his folded arms to find that the men in the room were uselessly thrusting in the air, tear-filled eyes dazed and completely drugged out of their minds as they moaned and tried finding any kind of purchase to get some form of relief. At least three other people had stopped moving from the adrenaline and arousal making their hearts burst in their chests.
He craned his head back to admire Herm. He was a complete mess, long hair plastered across his sweaty forehead and against his cheeks, cheeks flushed all the way down to his chest, cock twitching back up valiantly as he pushed yet another bead into Robert’s puffy and stretched hole.
Drool slipped down his lips from the gag into a puddle on the floor.
“H-hehm-- n-neehd… p-pheease, neehd. Pleahse.”
Herm hushed him and rubbed a soothing hand up and down his lower back.
“I know, I know, pup. We’re so close- you’ve almost got it- got it all in. Then, then I’ll let you come. You’re going so- so good.”
The pleasure was blistering white as he was stretched around the last and largest bead at the base of the toy, nudging against his prostate in the best form of delicious torture.
His eyes were probably permanently affixed to the space behind his head and his mouth was probably permanently frozen in an open mouthed gasp, and he was okay with that. Drool was flowing freely from his tongue and lips and he felt filthy in the best way.
“G-good boy, Robert! You-you got it all in! See- that wasn’t so bad, w-was it?”
Robert responded with a whine and a broken moan.
“F-fucked so silly that you c-cant even respond, huh? I-I love seeing- seeing when you get like that.” Herm pressed kisses along the meat of his asscheek and up toward his tailbone and lower back.
“Nobody-nobody can make you feel like this b-but me. T-they can all watch, but nobody c-can touch.”
Herm let Robert get adjusted to the considerable size of the toy inside him before biting down against the meat of a cheek. He licked soothingly at the reddening skin and licked further down to drag his tongue around the ring of muscle stretched around the toy. Robert sobbed, something high pitched and desperate.
“P-phleahse-hhh!” He all but sobbed, a babble of a plea that Herm was able to catch onto like he’d read his mind directly.
“Aw, okay, m-my pup, I’ll- I’ll get the ring off you now.” Herm fondled his balls and trailed his hand up Robert’s weeping red cock before finally- finally removing the cock ring that was keeping him on the edge.
Robert felt like a tensed violin string wired as tight as possible and ready to snap at any given moment. He’s sure that Herm could have just blown a gust of air on his cock and that would’ve been enough to make him explode.
Before he could continue to beg, Herm flicked a switch on, and Robert’s vision blanked out entirely. The rubber toy buried inside him started to vibrate directly stimulating his prostate -
Robert’s entire body spasmed and he screamed, and that only made Herm flick the switch again to another setting, making the toy vibrate and pulse at its highest speed-
He lost all control of his muscles as he came harder than he’s ever come in his life, shooting ropes of come so violently that white spurted all across his chest and up to his face. The vibration of the toy didn’t stop as Herm took hold of the toy inside him and started fucking him with it through his orgasm as he continued coming endlessly.
Herm was merciless, wrenching out every scream, every broken moan, and milked him for every drop of tears and drool that Robert had to offer as he flicked on the bullet vibrator and rolled it across his tip to milk him of every last bit of come he had.
It felt like he was coming for hours - waves after waves of pleasure wringing him dry for everything he was worth until everything went blistering white then completely dark.
Robert was sure he must have passed out, because his vision went black before returning again blearily. The toy had been removed and instead replaced by Herm’s hard dick.
“G-god, I’m-I’m sorry, Robert, I need more- need more. Your noises, your everything. Wanna keep f-fucking you- I want everything you have to g-give-”
Robert moaned weakly as Herm continued fucking against his abused prostate. Tears welled in his eyes but he didn’t tell Herm to stop. He didn’t want Herm to stop.
He needed the shape of Herm’s cock permanently drilled inside him, even as overstimulation made his nerves start to fray and his muscles start to lose control. If he had a full bladder before starting this, he’s certain he would’ve pissed himself and he’s even more certain that Herm would’ve loved that too.
It felt so fucking good. It hurt so good. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to retreat from the painful pleasure or whether he wanted more.
“Ah-ah-ha-ahhhh, Hehrmm-” Robert croaked out, feeling like his arm was made of gelatin as he tried reaching behind him to grab the back of Herm’s neck. Herm got the cue that Robert wanted to be kissed, and Herm devoured him.
Herm’s lips crashed against the ring of the gag and he sucked on his tongue with open mouthed moans, Robert lapped at him in the feeble attempt to dry him out of any spit. The roll of their tongues through the gag was filthy, it was perfect.
The sounds of moans and grunts and the slap of skin on skin as Herm fucked Robert with the squelch of lube and cum gushing out of him filled the room so lewdly it made Robert’s ears burn.
Robert had just come harder than he ever has in his life, but his cock still twitched in the valiant effort to come back to life.
Herm continued babbling as he switched pace from fucking him fast and hard to grinding into him slow and deep. “Wanna fill you up- plug you up- want you to g-go through the whole day with my cum inside you. W-wanna see you i-interrogate our e-enemies knowing y-you’re plugged up to the brim.”
“H-herm, ‘m- ’m chloshe ‘gain! Hh--ahhhh!”
“I’d c-count how many loads you can t-take before you’re spilling a-around the plug. Wanna eat it out of y-you then f-feed it to you w-with my mouth. L-like this-”
Herm grabbed Robert’s neck and pulled his head back toward his mouth before feeding Robert a gentle stream of water. His throat worked around the water being fed to him through the O-ring with a low moan. He was burning - he was burning and about to explode and about to come again-
Herm bit into the junction between Robert’s neck and shoulder while fucking into him hard and desperate like a wild animal tearing into a steak and pinched his nipple hard-
Robert wailed as he came again, a clear white liquid gushing out of him as his eyes rolled behind his head and he tensed up in a silent scream. Herm stroked Robert through the most world shattering orgasm of his life until he collapsed into a heap on the floor in a boneless mess of drool, spit, tears, and cum.
With a fair amount of hesitation, Herm finally slipped out of Robert. His mind was far, far away and every nerve ending in his body was pulsing with endless satisfaction.
He distantly heard the sound of a phone camera being snapped behind him and he glanced over at Herm stroking himself to the sight of his come dribbling out of his hole and onto the back of his thighs. It felt like an endless amount.
With all the energy he had left, Robert got on his knees and arched his back for the picture, reaching his hands behind him to spread his cheeks apart for a better view. He heard the sound of dozens and dozens of more pictures being snapped of him, heavy panting, and the wet sound of Herm stroking himself faster and faster.
He heard the sound of the video recording button being pressed as Herm stroked himself until he was coming over the line of Robert’s ass, making the already sticky mess dribbling out of him even wetter and stickier as endless ropes of come decorated his ass and thighs and lower back.
He felt like a mess and he loved it. Robert shuddered when he felt Herm drag two wet fingers through some of the cum that was slipping down the back of his thighs before burying it back into his abused puffy hole, just so that the lewd squelching sound could be caught on video.
He moaned tiredly when he felt Herm spreading his fingers apart and Robert felt another final gush of cum dribbling out of him in thick droplets. The video recording sound prompted again signaling the end of the video. Robert collapsed back down and almost fell asleep right then and there.
Herm made a sound close to a purr and a shaky sigh of absolute satisfaction as he flopped down next to Robert. He pulled him close and Robert let himself be manhandled into his long arms.
"Oh, s-sweetheart, y-you did so good."
His eyes drifted closed as Herm took care of him, fishing out wet wipes to clean up the worst of the mess and removing the gag from around his head. Wet, gentle fingers massaged his jaw and cheeks and his aching lower back comfortingly.
“H-how was that?”
“Mmmmmhm-” Robert answered contently in a euphoric daze. Herm giggled into the cranny of his neck.
“G-guess that means it was g-good. H-hey and looks like - like everyone was disposed of at s-some point.”
Herm was right. At some point during the show, all of the men watching in the room had suffered from a heart attack. There were ropes of come shot across their bodies and tears down their blanched faces.
“W-what a mess. At least - t-there were no survivors. I c-can’t let anyone l-live having seen you l-like that.”
“Mhhmm,” Robert sighed with a subbed out, sleepy blink, “Your eyes and ears only.” He cuddled up further up against Herm and nuzzled against him. He felt a wet kiss planted at the base of his skull.
“Robert?”
Gentle hands were massaging his shoulders and the back of his neck and scalp. Robert was drifting further further away into sleep but forced himself to stay awake just a little bit longer.
“Mhm?”
“I’m-I’m so happy youre m-mine. I love you. I love you so d-damn much.”
Robert pecked the side of Herm’s elegant nose and blinked at him with as much soft affection he could muster in his half-asleep daze.
“I love you, too, Hermy.”
With that, he dropped his head against Herm's chest and effectively passed the fuck out.
Tomorrow would be another day of taking down another Red Ring base, of dodging the eyes of the infamous SDN “Z-team” group, and eventually - of killing Shroud. When they do, they’ll kiss over his dying body and it’ll be all the fulfillment in life Robert had ever wanted and more.
And all he needed was Herm by his side. Neither villains or heroes alike would be able to take that away from him.