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[pandoraxzero]

There was a very short list of men whom Dante didn't mind giving him orders. Most of them were Pandora command; Walter was the only one who could push him around like this, though. Maybe it was just because Dante had seen the man at his absolute worst. Maybe it was just because there was no one else that could give him this — who could risk this kind of release, this kind of rough play, this kind of outlet.

Besides, variety was the spice of life.

Still, it's always a bit of a surprise; the way that the quiet, meek man shifts into something hungry and sharp. Dante's breath caught in his throat with the hand around it, his own dropping to Walter's waist to keep him close. There's not much of a risk that he'd move away, but that's beside the point.

Dante made a small noise of annoyance when their kiss ended, though he delighted in this side of Walter, the way he nipped and teased and wasn't about to take no as an answer. By the time he gave that delicious order, Dante's cock was hard and throbbing, a bead of pre forming along the slit. It was ignored, though; there was only one cock that mattered in the room, and it was the one he immediately dropped to his knees to worship.

This was another way that Walter was special. Generally speaking, Dante didn't give head. He would use his hands, his feet, let people fuck his ass or his thighs, but a proper blowjob was rarely in the cards for anyone. For Walter, though, there were very few things he wouldn't at least try. Besides, when given an order like that, who was he to refuse?

Eyes lifted to watch the other man's face, he took the base of Walter's cock in-hand, dragged his tongue up the length, and then took the head in his mouth. His tongue swirled along the edge of the glans, then up along the slit to gather any bitter pre there. Only then did he push his head further down the length, eyelids fluttering with his efforts. When Dante pulled back, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked, and then he was swallowing more of that delicious cock.

His breathing died on his throat when Dante undressed. That had been here before. Just the two of them. Completely naked before one another before surrendering themselves to the fits of passion and lust… and no matter how many times he would see Dante naked, the same reaction would always occur. His breathing would die on his throat. His heart would pound on his chest. His eyes would roam down the other man’s naked body as if he was the most perfect work of art he had ever seen. Walter had no illusions about this: he was fully aware that a man like Dante – a man that looked like a walking sin – would have others beside him to satisfy his needs. But that didn’t make him feel bad at all. If anything, it would spur Walter’s competitive side. He would want nothing more than to be the one on Dante’s mind even if he would be down on his knees sucking someone off a couple of hours from now.

”I don’t have to be nice?” His head tilted to the side, almost like a curious puppy as his lips spread into a smile – followed by a gasp of surprise as Dante’s hand rubbed his own erection over the fabric of his towel. “What if I tell you that…” The lump in his throat disappears after he swallows hard, the proximity between the two of them being reduced to a mere breath as Walter disposes of the towel so that they could be naked together. He takes his time. Admiring how gorgeous Dante’s eyes are up close, the way he parts his lips when he tries to keep his breathing under control, the faint goosebumps whenever they touch. To think he was actually able to touch someone and not fear for their life was such a blessing. Everyone else could do this – but to Walter – this kind of intimacy was special. Others took the ability to touch and feel for granted while he alone knew how much impact such a thing could have in one’s life.

”What if I tell you that I wasn’t planning on being nice?” The once soft and tender voice becomes rough with lust and need. As their gazes meet – Walter quickly closes one hand around Dante’s throat to pin him back against the wall, kissing him like a man parched for water as he allow the friction between their bodies to do the work. To make them throb with need, to make them moan in tandem. “I know you can take it.” Teeth capture the bottom lip, pulling it teasingly away as Walter wiggles his eyebrows before letting go. He doesn’t want to let go of Dante yet. Not when his fingers around his throat feel so good – knowing he didn’t need to be scared of turning the other man to dust. “Baby…” Leaning in, Harbinger brushes his lips over the shell of Dante’s earlobe, taking in the scent of his cologne mixed with his musk and the faint aroma of alcohol coming from his breath. “Get on your knees. My dick isn’t going to suck itself.”

[pandoraxzero]

Once upon a time, Walter had still been afraid to touch Dante. He'd been more akin to a stray dog, huddling in a corner and terrified of the world; of the impact he could have upon the world, rather. Never had Dante needed to doubt his own power, and he hadn't doubted it with Walter, either. A first few, gentle touches had been an uphill battle. Then the man had realized that there truly was no risk, and from then on their interactions had been characterized by casual touch. It was something that he valued; a kind of trust that could only be demonstrated in this exact manner.

All that being said though, it was touch of a different kind that Dante wanted, and it was a relief to see that Walter shared that desire.

While they kissed, Dante blindly reached to set the bottle aside on the dresser for now. He still very much wanted to finish it, but if talking could wait, so could drinking. "Alright. I'm not going anywhere, okay?" Gently he brushed Walter's hair behind his ear, half-smiling in spite of himself.

A last kiss brushed across the other man's lips, and then he leaned back just enough to pull his shirt off. It was tossed aside with no regard of where it landed; Dante had already moved on to his pants, fingers methodically undoing belt and button even as he kicked off his shoes to allow him to push his pants and boxers off in record time. Standing in front of the other man naked as the day he was born, and already half-hard, Dante was quick to pull Walter into another hungry kiss.

"You know you don't have to be nice with me," Dante prompted, a bit breathless once they parted next. His hand went to the front of the other agent's groin, stroking his cock through the towel. "I'm all yours, handsome." After all, was there anything more life-affirming than a rough fuck?

I want to make you feel better. The weight of those words allied with the kiss that fully grounded him in that moment were all he needed. A moment where he could just breathe. No interrogations, no avoiding other people. Out of everyone in that agency – Dante was that one safe harbor for him. Yes, his ability to negate other people’s powers was probably the primary reason why they had gotten close – but there was more to it than that. Dante had been kind. He did not judge him, and he did not have fear in his eyes whenever they were close. He had been there… even back in the day when he was locked away in a cell for a whole year. No one had been there for him like that. Checking up on him, making sure he was ok. Treating him as a person and not a weapon or someone to be avoided at all costs. Not that Walter would admit it – not that he was ashamed of how he felt but simply because it would be too much – but Dante had always been the silver lining in his life. The light at the end of the tunnel. The safe harbor from the impending storm. ”My room.” The agent finally realized what Dante was carrying. A bottle of whiskey for the two of them – maybe for both of them to put behind their back what had transpired during the interrogations. Without too much care, Walter closed the apartment door behind Dante before seeking his hand. Skin on skin contact, fingers interlaced in a gentle and kind squeeze as he pretty much dragged the other man to the privacy of his room. A room that Dante had seen before. A room Dante had spent time in before. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you.” Fighting past the sadness in his voice, Walter pulled the other agent closer to his body, kissing him fully on the lips. Passion laced with anguish and need. He just wanted to forget. To forget about what he had done – forget about who he was or what he could do. He just wanted to be human again.

”Stay with me….” It was a weak plea, but Walter was already undoing Dante’s shirt, nails scratching the tender skin of the other man’s collarbone – lips pursuing another desperate kiss. He could feel again. No need to feel alone anymore – at least not for a couple of hours. “Don’t leave.” Resting his forehead against Dante, Walter closed his eyes and focused on how uneven and ragged his breathing was, almost like he had been holding it all this time. “We can talk later, but now? Don’t… don’t leave me, Dante. I don’t – I don’t want to be alone…”

[pandoraxzero]

It wasn't a surprise that Walter had been showering. Dante had always been spared the worst of what Harbinger could do, but he wasn't ignorant of it. He'd still seen the aftermath. He was, unfortunately, intimately aware of what happened when a body not yet a corpse rotted.

That didn't mean he shied from the embrace; didn't mean he was afraid of Water in the slightest. Dante still held the bottle of whiskey, but his other wrapped around Walter's waist, pulled him close. They'd need to move sooner rather than later, but for now, for this moment, they could simply be.

"It's okay," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Walter's temple. "I'm here, baby, it's okay." For another long moment he stood there, letting Walter hug him. Then he patted the other agent's back. "Let's go inside, okay? I brought some whiskey, we can talk about it."

Talking wasn't exactly what was on Dante's mind, but that was fine. He'd always known that Walter needed a soft touch. Not always, not that the man would break without it, but in a world that had been so thoroughly unkind to him, it seemed only just that the only person who could offer that soft touch did so.

Still, Dante couldn't help how his hand came up to cup Walter's cheek, pull his face up so he could kiss him. "I want to make you feel better," he promised against those lips, not caring that they were still in the doorway, no matter his prompting just prior.

Honestly, he wasn’t expecting visits. After the whole interrogation scenario, the first thing Walter did once he returned to his apartment that he shared with Shriek was get rid of his clothes and stay for at least one hour under the shower. He was aware that things like this could happen. That on occasion, agents would be on opposite sides of the field. But to have to use his powers to get someone talking was… shit… it was not something he would do again voluntarily. Instead, he focused on his breathing. Hot water fell on his head and neck, running down his back and his chest. Water that was now so hot that it was scalding – leaving his skin slightly red in the process. It did hurt – but he did not care. That was his own self-inflicting punishment for having done what he did. Maybe he wasn’t cut out to be an agent. Or maybe he was, but he wasn’t fully on board with some of the methods used. As he stepped out of the shower, he took a moment to look at his own reflection. He barely remembered who he was before coming to Atlantis. He barely remembered the man he used to be. The things he had done, the achievements he had accomplished… now he was just Harbinger. Someone who couldn’t even begin to conceive the thought of touching someone because any lack of control would result in someone dying. And that made him feel… so utterly and completely alone. It hurt. It hurt so much to see others hugging and kissing and being overall normal when he couldn’t even give someone a fucking handshake without his gloves or kiss someone on the cheek without the fear of melting their face off.

The knocking came as a surprise. Walter wasn’t really expecting anyone, so maybe whoever was knocking was coming for his roommate rather than him. Heck, who would want to spend time with him? He didn’t want to spend time with himself, let alone others. But once the door was opened and the sight of Dante was right there before him, Walter sucked in a harsh breath, feeling a monumental wave of relief crash on top of him. “Hi….” He didn’t want to get teary-eyed. He didn’t want to look weak. But fucking Christ, with Dante there – he didn’t need to worry about killing someone. He was… human once more. Ignoring the fact that he was in nothing more than a towel, his arms wrapped themselves around Dante’s neck to pull him in for a hug. He could breathe. He could feel the tension abandoning his body because he no longer had to control himself near other people. He could feel someone’s skin against his own, hear their heartbeat… “Hi… I’m so glad you… I’m so glad you are here.”

[pandoraxzero]

tw: gunplay, mild / negotiated cnc below the cut

It had been a set-up, of course.

Nero never did anything without a purpose. Whether it was acting sweet so that Dante would put a mask on him and let him hump the smaller agent, or sending a note asking him to stop by the gun range at an ungodly hour, it was always something. 'Something' had never been this, though.

There had been a very real flash of fear, to feel the unmistakable solid weight of a gun pressed into the base of his skull. It was easy to remind himself that Nero wouldn't, but it was even easier to fall into the entire premise of it, especially with the handcuffs ratcheted almost too tight around his wrists.

And then Nero had put the fucking cage on his cock, and rapidly the fear was joined by very real anger. It wasn't that he didn't like it — he did, and he hated both his own body and Nero for making that much so obvious. The cage was tight, made moreso by how hard his cock wanted to be. Every shift, every jostle, moved it, made the extra weight that much more obvious, and made his hard-on that much harder.

There would be payback for this, later.

Grunting as his balls were squeezed, Dante didn't hide his glare as Nero crowed and preened above him. "Fuck you," was his only response to the rules being re-established. It wasn't, most importantly, any variation of 'red'. There were rules, yes, and the men both knew them. Dante wasn't about to tap out, wasn't about to be a bitch about this. More importantly, knowing what the actual safeword was meant he could bitch and moan and cry all he wanted, and Nero wouldn't stop.

And fuck him, but Dante didn't want him to stop.

Even as he obediently kissed the cold metal of the gun, glaring all the while; even as his wrists ached where the metal of the handcuffs pressed against his tender skin. A part of him wanted this, wanted to be made to submit and be made into nothing more than a hole. "All this to make yourself feel like less of a bitch?" His voice was scathing, glare unflinching even as his mouth watered with the bitter, smoky taste of gunpowder and oil.

He did flinch, though – just a little – at the finger toying with his hole. It didn't matter if Nero had fucked him less than forty-eight hours prior; that had been on his terms. That had been with the other agent begging like a dog, wearing a mask, a tail wagging while the buttplug kept his hole stuffed. This was very different, for all that Dante couldn't quite get that other image out of his head. "What, bitch didn't like that I made him bark?"

closed starter hour: 02:00 || location: lvl 5 - the range || @pandoraxzero

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"Not that I don't appreciate the thought and care that went into the standard-issue fatigues, but I do enjoy when people carry a little personalization to their gear." Nero purrs against Dante's temple, the latch securing the cage holding all things precious to Zero. The click nearly echoing across the range as Charon gives it a couple of playful tugs, making sure the equipment was secure around the man's own equipment. Shit eating did not even begin to describe the smile on Nero's face. His narrowed eyes watching as his hand reached lower and wrapped itself around Dante's balls. A tender squeeze is given, not exactly ball busting, but enough to cause discomfort. As much as he knew Dante, Nero was certain this must all have brought him discomfort. The power and control being in someone else's hands. The hands getting a ripe squeeze on the agents around them sat on the wrists not so different than his.

It started out as a game of sorts. Most of their shenanigans usually do. Games. Tag. Hide and seek. "Red light, green light." That sort of thing. It made the procedural life within Atlantis bearable, and oddly enough, brought some sense to the more upsetting surprises of Atlantis. "At anytime you want me to stop, just say 'red', alright?." He fastened his thigh holster, foot propped up against a nearby chair as he did, Nero's subtlety getting away from him as he was practically on display for the fellow agent. It wasn't everyday the two got to spend time in an empty work room such as this. Definitely wasn't everyday they were able to fuck in the gun range and an empty gun range at that.

"Repeat after me, alright."

"Red." Stop.

"Green" Go.

"Who knew, you'd be good at following orders."

Despite the serious scowl pointed back at him, Nero wasn't discouraged in offering some fun. Felt like pulling teeth at getting a glimpse beneath that hardass's exterior, but there must be something said about the feeling of loosing teeth when one was younger. The same bittersweet pain that came during the twisting of a tooth into gum. A feeling of uncertainty on whether or not one should bring themselves to bite the bullet and just pull. Same feeling could be felt as his foot stood over the handcuff's chain, keeping the hands in them down as Nero edges his thigh closer to Dante's face. The glint of the gun in Charon's holster being found in Dante's eyes as well.

"You're free to place a kiss upon the sword, your highness."

He winks at the man under him, shifting his weight to bring the holstered gun closer to the other man's face. His thigh grazes itself against Dante's chin as the cold metal of its handle is pressed into Zero's lips. The excitement with caution staying in the would be mentor's gut as his hand finds itself carding through Dante's head of hair. Pushing the raven locks back before tightening his grip around Dante's hair, guiding the fellow agent across the length of the gun handle. He tilts his head and narrows his eyes, watching as the stainless steal between Dante's lips fogged up from his breath and wore a sheen of his spit before tugging at his hair once more. His eyes watch the other's expression, waiting for a hint of uncertainty to exploit, to further their game.

A curl tugs as Nero feels he has found it. He slowly swats down in front of Zero, his hair still bunched in his hands. His hold exposing Dante's neck, a welcomed visual treat for himself as Nero reached behind himself to show Dante's large wide eyes something else that sparkled.

"Fits like a glove." Nero laughs softly against Dante's temple, the cold stainless steel now pressing against Zero's free temple. Nero's hand releases the fellow agent's balls before bringing his hand towards his taint, his fingers ghosting along the other man's seam before circling around his waiting hole, pushing slowly while Nero's eyes watch Dante's reaction.

[pandoraxzero]

[ @harbingerofrot ] atlantis — level 07 ; harbinger's apt

Dante got off easy, as far as the interrogations went. Chimera was fucked up, but without his powers he wasn't that much different from any other brain-scrambled and angry man. Dante had seen that much over and over through the years; agents who had weathered the serum poorly, who had been driven half-insane by their own power. At least Chimera had a better reason. Cold comfort, though, when it came down to it.

He'd known Walter was assigned an interrogation as well. It made sense, after a fashion. Whomever the mole was — ( if there even one was after all ) — surely the threat of being slowly and irreversibly rotted into dust got Walter's subject talking.

Regardless, it was over with now.

And if Dante had needed a drink, he knew that Walter needed a bottle. He'd brought one along, pilfered from the bar. He'd also drank a decent amount of it on his way to Walter's room, but he knew that the other agent wouldn't take it particularly personally.

Knocking on the door, he waited patiently to be allowed inside. They would need to talk about it, he knew; had known that it wouldn't have been any more fun for Walter — Harbinger, really — than it would've been for whomever he'd been interrogating. Dante knew that, for himself, he just wanted to forget this mess. Maybe only for a little while, maybe only until he sobered up. In the meantime, he wanted to get drunk, get fucked, and spend time with one of the few men in Atlantis that he actually trusted.

[pandoraxzero]

Brick walls were nothing new to Dante. He knew he wasn't anyone's favorite; not when he showed up to fix bad situations. Not when they were in a holding cell, and Chimera knew exactly why.

" Good. You're not in trouble, we just want to make sure that there hasn't been any changes with your programming. " Like he was talking to one of the androids, and not a living person. It was the job, for all that it still pricked his consciousness.

" Have you lost time recently? Any strange feelings, weird dreams? " There was a list of things he was supposed to ask; the things that would hopefully indicate if the brainwashing had kicked back in. Personally, though, Dante figured it was simple. Chimera hadn't started killing them all, so clearly he hadn't been entirely reprogrammed.

chimera's expression was difficult to read, if anything could be gleamed from it at all. he knew how to keep a poker face, but under great stress, it wasn't uncommon for anger to claw its way to the surface.

"Дворняга. chimera. wrath." his name was of little importance, they'd taken that from him a long time ago. a name was no different than a callsign, a number, whatever.

he sits there, staring coldly, awaiting the next round of questions.

[pandoraxzero]

[ @theirchimera ] atlantis — 08 ; holding cells

This business with the mole was the kind of duplicity that was inevitable, at least in Zero's mind. While his own loyalty in Pandora was unshakable, the nature of the program undoubtedly would have attracted those who wished to monetize the serum, manipulate the world from the shadows... Do what Pandora already did, in essence.

Some of the enemies they faced were already known. That those enemies might have penetrated the layers of security around Pandora was concerning — but it was not Zero's concern, not today.

" Could you state your name, callsign, and division for the record? " Zero's voice was soft, but polite; this was just another day in the office, as far as he was concerned. Chimera might deserve more pity than most, but that did not mean he wasn't dangerous. Less so, with Zero's power nullification to keep him in check, but dangerous nonetheless.

[pandoraxzero]

[ rounds ] ― how many rounds can they go before having to take a break? how good is their stamina?

『 he's less interested in himself than his partner. 』

Dante likes to get his, don't get me wrong, but he's more likely to only cum once in a session, and ensure his partner finishes as many times as they're capable of. In those terms, his stamina is fantastic.

[pandoraxzero]

[ aftercare ] ― what are they like after sex? any specific routine they have for themselves or their partner that they like to do.?

『 the short answer: it depends. 』

Dante has two flavors of aftercare. If it's a partner he's romantically interested in, he loves the process of cleaning them up, of soft worship as they both calm down.

If it's a random hookup, or someone he's hate-fucking, all bets are off. He might see them to the door; more likely he'll get dressed and walk off without much of a thank-you. Then, for himself, a very hot shower to wash it all away.

[pandoraxzero]

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑳𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑻.  (  send one or more to learn a little more about my muse and their sex life. note that these questions are only suggestions, you can go wild with the headcanon prompts.  )

[ aftercare ] ― what are they like after sex? any specific routine they have for themselves or their partner that they like to do? [ body part ] ― what is their favorite body part? what kind of body / parts would they like their partner to have ( e.g. big boobs, long cock, etc. )? [ cum ] ― what does it take to make them come? can they come multiple times in one sitting or do they need longer breaks? [ desires ] ― what turns them on? what do they like to have done to them most? what do they like to do to their partner most? [ experience ] ― how experienced are they? how many different partners did they have? [ first time ] ― what was their first time like? when did it happen? did they enjoy it? [ grooming ] ― do they shave? do they have a preference for their partners when it comes to body hair? [ horny ] ― how high is their sex drive? do they have a lot of sex or is it a more occasional thing? is sex, in general, important to them? [ intimacy ] ― how are they during sex? do they prefer a more intimate / romantic approach or a more casual one? [ joker ] ― tell one random headcanon that wouldn't fit anywhere else on the list. [ kinks ] ― what is their biggest kink? are there any kinks they haven't tried but want to? are there any kinks they have tried but learned are not for them? [ locations ] ― what are their favorite locations to have sex? are they a risk taker where people could walk in on them, or do they prefer to keep it private? [ masturbation ] ― do they masturbate? if so, how often? [ no go ] ― what wouldn't they do? what turns them off? [ oral ] ― do they prefer to give or receive oral? anything specific they enjoy / don't enjoy when it comes to oral? [ positions ] ― what are their favorite sex positions? is there something they typically default to? a special position they've always wanted to try? [ quickies ] ― do they have one-night stands? if so, how often? [ rounds ] ― how many rounds can they go before having to take a break? how good is their stamina? [ secrets ] ― do they have any dirty secrets? if so, what are they? [ toys ] ― do they on toys? do they use toys on themselves or like to use them on their partners? [ underwear ] ― what type of underwear do they typically wear? do they own lingerie? is there something specific they like their partner to wear? [ volume ] ― how loud do they get during sex? do they prefer a partner that's louder or one that's quieter? [ watch ] ― do they like to watch their partner masturbating or having sex with someone else? do they like to be watched? [ xxx ] ― do they watch porn? if so, how often? anything specific they like to watch? [ yearning ] ― what do they typically do to get people to have sex with them? do they let it happen naturally or are there things they like to do to turn their partners on? [ zzz ] ― how quickly after sex do they fall asleep? are they usually tired after or full of energy?

[pandoraxzero]

If there was a redeeming trait to Virgil, it was that he could play the obedient little slut. It was, in fact, a role he took to all-too-well. Maybe that was another part of why Dante delighted in tormenting him like this; Virgil played his part so well, and he kept coming back. Surely that meant he had to enjoy it nearly as much, if not more than Dante did.

In the end, it didn't really matter; not to Zero. What mattered was what he got out of it, and today in particular he intended to get quite a lot out of poor Virgil.

"When's the last time you came?" A lazy question, matching the lazy way he stroked the man's cock, still trapped in his pants. Idly, Dante had to wonder if he could get Virgil to finish just like this, from soft stroking and cruel words. If the man annoyed him, maybe he would do just that. There wasn't a wrong answer, though; honesty was the best policy in these cases, but even then the best answer was an exciting one, one that had some effort put into it.

Virgil wasn't his; that much he'd made very clear. He didn't care who else the man fucked, who else made use of his mouth. If anything, he assumed that the man had been in and out of the beds of practically every agent (and then some) in Atlantis.

On screen, the fucking had finished with a noisy off-screen orgasm. "I'll decide if you get to cum once the movie is over," Dante was kind enough to inform, tone lazy and just a touch mean. "Get on your knees." Taking his hand off of Virgil's trapped cock, he quickly undid his own pants and shoved them down enough to free his own prick. "Let's put that mouth to better use. Show me how much you appreciate me for wasting my time on you. Don't try to make me cum."

It was common knowledge that amongst all the body parts Virgil had in his mouth, his foot was subject to finding itself lodged inside of it every time. Choosing the perfect career for someone who had a problem with authority, Virgil wasn't one to take orders lightly. His augmentation seemed to enable his penchant of disregard for orders. Of course, take the powers away and what does Virgil become? Still not as bearable as he'd seemed without them, but still becomes one who can sing pretty with a boot to his neck. Something Dante's managed to do all too well, probably to keep the one in his mouth company.

Following the fellow agent into the movie theater, Virgil hadn't expect heavy petting to be an offered service from the concession stand. Then he hears him. Low and commanding without any needed effort in his voice. He felt so close to his ear. Though, of course, Virgil's wishful thinking always placed handsome men in closer proximity in his mind. Lap on lap distance to have the mental measurements precise. He was all too quick to flash a smirk towards his seat neighbor, who reached across the fence to pet the dog, and a dog Virgil was at that. He knew how he looked like to others. Desperate. Disposable. A dick. It didn't matter to him in the long run. His reasons to joining Pandora were his own, but it helped he got to be a pass-around in between missions.

Keeping to Dante's orders, Virgil kept his hands on the seat's armrests, watching the agent's illuminated face as soft "yessir" escapes his mouth. Virgil swallowed dryly as he tries to watch the hand cupping his crotch in the shifting light of the movie screen in front of them. Back and forth, his eyes caught between the two pictures of perfection. Back and forth, the perfect range of motion in Dante's wrist. Back and forth, the perfect rhythm the actor on screen was pantomiming with his scene partner. Back and forth, watching Dante's hand curl as it rode his denim cover member as the screen stays on the leading man's hips. Voyeuristically exhibiting his hips range of motion as they presumably give the woman pleasure. The woman Virgil was meant to be jealous of, the woman who was able to grind back into her scene partner without a second thought. Something Virgil couldn't do whilst Dante helped enhance his viewing experience. It was torturous and it excited him. Left Virgil gaining a new appreciation for the cinema at the very least. He came to this place for magic after all.

[pandoraxzero]

LOCATION: Atlantis — level 06, theaters A MONTH PRIOR TO HELL WEEK @thrallttleme

The movie on the big screen in front of him didn't matter; not really, not compared to the man beside him. It wasn't important even before Virgil had settled in next to him, though. Some shitty action movie, made as an excuse to waste a few million dollars in explosions and CGI. The leading woman was some Latina smokeshow that Dante didn't recognize (which was par for the course when it came to pop culture that he'd never participated in). The leading man looked more familiar, but even with a gun to his head he wouldn't be able to say where he'd seen the man before.

The incredibly obvious plot twist had come and go, leaving the leading man injured to be patched up by his love interest. He looked better like that, in Dante's estimation: Bruised, battered, bandaged, a little bit bloody. The fact that he was entirely nude and roughly fucking his leading lady didn't hurt, either.

"Are you jealous of her?" Dante didn't whisper, but spoke in a low voice, canted for only the agent's ears. Casually, without bothering to even look at the man, his hand reached to tease the front of Virgil's groin. "A slut like you, you'd have been begging for his cock in the first five minutes." There was no haste to his movements, nor any firmness to them that would give Virgil the relief he had yet to earn. "Don't fucking move." Only then did he glance over, a half-smirk pulling up the corner of his mouth. "Touch me or yourself, and I'll leave." It wasn't an idle threat, but rather a statement of fact.

It would be difficult to say exactly why he had always chosen to be cruel to Virgil. Maybe it was just the immaturity, or a bit of jealous. Maybe it was just that the man begged so prettily, looked so cute with his ass red and his eyes wet and his cock dripping with need. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? You can wait 'til the movie is over." His hand continued its slow, too-gentle ministrations, even as he turned his bored expression back to the movie in front of them. Virgil only had to be good for another twenty minutes or so, Dante deemed. That wasn't so bad, was it?

[pandoraxzero]

Maybe it was stupid of him – and it was certainly selfish – but there were few things that Zero enjoyed more than seeing Harbinger taking off his gloves when he came home. It was a clear distinction in his mind: Harbinger became simply Walter here, in the safety that Dante's mere presence could offer. He knew it wasn't healthy; wasn't particularly safe, either, with how command disapproved of emotional connections between agents. That didn't stop his ready smile, nor the way that he breathed a silent sigh of relief to see the other man home again.

"Nothing too special," he demurred, continuing in his preparation. The question of why was one he couldn't answer entirely honestly. Instead he shrugged. "I just wanted to. Do you want to set the table? It'll be ready in just a minute. I begged some lobster tails from the mess, and then I made some alfredo and pasta to go with it." The non-answer was annoying, but he didn't think Walter would push much on it. Dante could be more honest later, once he'd dragged the other man to a bedroom.

For now he brought the bowl of spaghetti and the alfredo sauce to the table, pausing to give Walter a clinical appraisal. "How are you feeling? Not too tired, I hope." It was perhaps selfish, given the reason for his words, but it would also have been true on any other day of the year. This work was difficult for even hardened agents. Walter's poor, soft heart always seemed so easily battered by his work, and in spite of himself Dante couldn't help but lift a hand to Walter's cheek, smoothing his thumb across the skin there. "I've missed you," he admitted quietly, smile crooked. "I'm glad you're home safe."

Every time he would use his powers on something or someone… it made Walter feel like a part of him died with whatever he destroyed. It was not something he liked to do but he understood the necessity of these abilities and the role they all played in the grander scheme of things. So he trained. Every single day when he was not out on a mission, Harbinger would constantly train his concentration and focus to guarantee that he would not accidentally kill someone else like the day his powers appeared. Years had passed since that ill-fated day and even now he remembered everything ever so clearly. The man in the white lab coat approached him and asked how he was feeling. He did have the most soothing voice he had ever heard. The gloved fingers pressed against his carotid artery to check for his pulse as he tried to get his own bearings after the procedure…

And then it happened. The man in the white lab coat was preparing to leave and all Harbinger recalled was reaching out to touch him, to ask one or two questions regarding what would happen to him now. His fingers closed around the doctor’s wrist. Skin on skin contact… and what followed was something so gruesome and terrifying that still gave him nightmares to this day. The man shrieked in agony as his skin quickly turned into a shade of sickening grey. His flesh and muscles began to peel and rot instantly after the touch – and even after pulling his hand away from the man – he still decomposed before his very eyes. Everything that he had once been rotting and decaying in a fast-forward motion. Skin melting, muscles dissolving, bones becoming ancient… until he was nothing more than dust. All it took was a touch. Seconds. Someone’s life was claimed by accident but regardless… it was one perfectly avoided death if he had just kept his fucking hands to himself.

And that’s why he trained. That was why his gloves never came off with a single exception in time. And once the door to his shared apartment with Zero opened, Walter out a sigh of relief as he slowly – albeit slightly reticent – pulled out his gloves from his hands. “You cooked for us?” The sound of the other man’s voice was almost music to Harbinger’s ears. Zero was the one person he truly trusted above all others. Probably because he didn’t need to be scared of himself when next to the other man. The one person who was capable of lifting the burden of death and decay from his shoulders by merely being close. As long as they were within proximity… Walter would feel like he was human again and not a Harbinger of Death and Decay. “What’s the special occasion? I – I didn’t bring you anything.” He didn’t even know why Dante was cooking for them but who was he to complain? A moment of respite. A moment where he was no longer Harbinger but Walter. “Is there… Is there anything I can do to help?”

[pandoraxzero]

@harbingerofrot

It was silly, really. Valentine's Day had never been much of a thing for him before; command didn't want the agents fraternizing like that, and it wasn't as though the non-enhanced staff ever brought their personal lives to work. It had been different before his father had died, to a certain extent, but now it was just him, and he had expected it to be just him for the fourteenth as well.

Instead, a researcher friend had given him the head's up that agents were being recalled. The why wasn't explained, but it had never been his habit to question why command gave the orders they did. Disobedience was a dangerous path to walk in this place, as he had seen first-hand far too many times. Besides, regardless of the imperfection of their methods, Dante truly did believe in the idea of PANDORA; to undermine it felt like he would be undermining his own father's legacy, and he would never do that.

... At least, he would never do so in an open, insubordinate manner. If he ignored anti-fraternization orders to cook a not-Valentine's Day dinner for his roommate, that would hardly cause the whole of Atlantis to come down upon their heads. If he had a bottle of wine open and aerating, if he had decided to make lobster, if he had ensured both of their beds had been made with clean linens — these were the acts of a friend, preparing a welcoming dinner. Nothing more; couldn't possibly be anything more, not with the eyes watching in nearly every room.

Still, in spite of himself, in spite of the things he thought and the reassurances he made, he couldn't help his ready smile to hear the door to the apartment open. "I hope you're hungry," he called, draining the pasta and pouring it into a bowl. "A little birdie told me you would be home tonight, so I figured I would cook for us."

[pandoraxzero]

[   diego luna,  questioning,  cismale  +  he/him,  power negation  ]  dante ruiz  is  a  neutral good  agent  of  pandora  selected  for  their  emotional intelligence and familial relationship to PANDORA’s former head researcher  and  underwent  the  top-secret  mutation  process.  to  the  rest  of  the  world,  the  forty-four  year  old  originally  from  el paso, texas  is  deceased  or  missing.  however,  in  atlantis,  they  are  now  known  as  zero  of  virtue  after  developing  the  ability  to  nullify the powers of other agents.  the  agent  has  been  with  pandora  for  twenty-four years  and  is  trusted  for  being  responsible  &  obedient,  but  once  reprimanded  for  being  over-attached  &  emotional.

B A S I C S — Name: Dante Ruiz Age/DOB: 44 years old // May 5th Callsign: Zero Division: Virtue [ the supports ] Gender/Pronouns: Cismale // he + him Birthplace: El Paso, Texas Current Location: Missing, presumed deceased [ atlantis ] P O W E R — Name: Power Nullification Description: Zero passively disrupts and disables powers within a ~10 ft radius of himself. With concentration, he may temporarily increase the radius of this effect to a [ current ] maximum range of ~30 ft. This effect is nonselective, meaning that any agent within range of Zero's power cannot use their power. Agents with physical mutations will not lose their mutations, however they will be unable to use secondary abilities related to their mutation, such as enhanced senses or improved strength or speed. All powered individuals feel slightly weaker and many feel uneasy around Zero, meaning that many agents actively avoid his presence. Zero's bodily fluids and tissue also exhibit this effect to a lesser extent; any agent that ingests or is exposed to his biological material [ eg saliva, semen, hair, blood, flesh ] will have their powers dampened temporarily. While Zero is suppressing an agent's power, he does get a slight boost of energy, allowing him to move a bit faster and accomplish greater feats of reflex and strength. This is a minor effect, and cannot currently be used for anything else. It is hoped that in spite of having been empowered for two decades, Zero has yet to uncover his full potential. Drawbacks: Zero cannot select whose power he is dampening, and he cannot disable this effect. Anyone who comes within range of his power will be effected. This includes those agents with beneficial powers [ eg healing, power augmentation ]. Because his power is psionic in origin, it can cause cerebral wear and damage in the form of increased risk of stroke and aneurysm. Increasing the strength or radius of his power often leaves Zero with bloody noses, migraines, and aphasia [ inability to speak ]. In theory, his powers could be nullified from a range by a skilled enough telepath, but such a feat has yet to be attempted. P E R S O N A L I T Y — Positive: Compassionate, responsible, obedient, dedicated, determined Negative: Soft-hearted, withdrawn, vindictive, judgmental, manipulative TL;DR: Dante has been part therapy dog, part executioner for twenty-four years. That has had a strong impact on his personality; he is reluctant to allow himself to get too close to others, in spite of being absolutely desperate for friendship. He has a soft heart that has been hardened through repeat exposure to fairly traumatic events. Through these factors, Dante is something of a silk scarf wrapped around a shard of broken glass. The rough edges are tender; once he's hurt by someone, he is reluctant to forgive, reluctant to move past. He is also not afraid to emotionally manipulate others, especially if he can justify it as being for the person's best interest. P H Y S I C A L — Height: 5'10" Build: While Dante stays in good shape, his role as a support agent and his lack of combat focus means he's lost the absurdly good shape he was in prior to receiving the serum. He has a trim, lean build. Eye Color: Dark brown that gains a rich depth in bright light Hair Color: Dark brown Marks: Dante has quite a few beauty marks and freckles scattered across his body, but little in the way of scars – save for a long slash along his right forearm, where an agent took a swing at him.

H I S T O R Y — Dante's mother died when he was very young; as a result, he was raised by his father, a brilliant biomedical researcher who was involved with PANDORA from its early days. Dante 'inherited' a slot in the project, against his father's desires and in spite of his own reluctance for violence. Though he did survive the grueling program and the serum, for quite some time it was thought that he had somehow not received a power at all. In time, it was discovered that his power was that of power nullification. At that point forward, Dante was used to keep his fellow agents in line. He quickly developed a poor reputation, as when he showed up it was often because an agent was being disciplined in some fashion, or in more extreme cases, the agent was to be culled for their power being too dangerous. This resulted in Dante slowly becoming the man he is today; desperately lonely, emotionally distant in spite of his natural compassion, and quietly bitter about his lot in life. Things did not improve when, approximately four years ago, his father was accidentally killed by another agent. Now he remains as he has been for the past two decades; a tool to be used against his fellow agents.

[pandoraxzero]

DIEGO LUNA for Backstage Magazine (June 2023)