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[sr-afterdark]

Could Nine

NSFW, Explicit

Ren whined at the pressure against his neck, the strong hand gently squeezing the breath out of him. Sharp teeth prodded his skin, leaving dark bruises in their wake and eliciting shaky moans from the wolf hybrid. Ren shuddered as a free hand palmed him through his sweatpants, all the stimulation making his head spin.

"I-Impulse...~"

The taller man smirked, playfully biting against Ren's shoulder. His eyes were bloodshot from their little smoke session before hand, which just made everything feel that much more exciting.

"Yes, princess?" Impulse chuckled, his hand continuing its ministrations against Ren's groin.

"Fuck me..." Ren moaned out, strained thanks to Impulse's fingers against his throat.

The taller giggled again. "As you wish."

Strong hands groped along Ren's perfect frame, sliding into the waistband of his sweatpants and slowly pulling them down. Impulse was never one to rush things, and the weed coursing through his bloodstream made his movements more languid and clumsy, making Ren's head dizzy with anticipation. His body was buzzing with excitement ove the warm feeling of Impulse’s rough hands on his skin.

Ren giggled. "Your hands feel nice~"

Impulse giggled back. "And your skin feels like silk."

Ren whined as his dick was freed, the cold air of the room flooding over his waist. His hips trembled as he fought to keep them still as Impulse slowly slid down his chest, peppering sweet kisses over his pale skin.

Impulse playfully bit Ren's thigh, one of his hands grasping Ren's sex and starting a slow rhythm. He adored watching Ren's face contort as he pumped him and covered his tender skin in dark bites and hickies. The fresh ones mixed with the faded ones, medals of their smoke session from this morning.

Impulse slowly pushed Ren's legs into a bent position, his hand still pumping as he slowly began to tongue-fuck Ren's entrance. Ren all but screamed at the intrusion, his body tightening suddenly as Impulse giggled.

"Relax, Ren," he smiled. "Can't eat you out properly if you're all tense."

Ren playfully kicked Impulse's shoulder, rolling his eyes. " 'M not used to it. Leave me be."

"Leave you be? I thought you wanted me to fuck you~" Impulse smirked again, his tongue continuing its movements, ending the short conversation.

Ren's body shook from the new sensation against his entrance. He'd never asked Impulse to eat him out, but he'd never been completely opposed to it. One thing was for sure though, Impulse was as good with his tongue as he was with his hands. A few sweet moans later, and Impulse was lifting his head again to make eye contact with Ren.

"Ready?"

Ren nodded slowly. They'd just had sex this morning, so he was more than prepared to take Impulse again with no prep. Impulse sat up, making swift work of his shorts and getting himself lined up, gently pressing up against Ren. The shorter man's hips rolled down, a silent plea for Impulse to go ahead.

As he sank into Ren's tight heat, Impulse leaned down and locked their lips in a sweet kiss, swallowing the sound of Ren's whines as he was filled for the second time today. He sank down to the hilt, a shaky moan leaking off the taller's lips as he pulled away from Ren and grabbed the blunt off the side table. He took a long drag, playfully exhaling in Ren's face. Ren took the blunt next, the smoke filling his lungs dulling the sensatiom of Impulse inside him.

As Ren laid the blunt back down in the ashtray, Impulse began his slow rhythm, savoring the feeling of Ren around him. The two men were on cloud nine in every sense of the term, reveling in the high they shared. Impulse found Ren's bundle of nerves relatively quickly, and began bullying the shorter man's prostate, eliciting sweet moans from his lover.

Ren's body clenched down against Impulse, pulling a greedy moan from the taller as he slammed into Ren relentlessly. The smell of sex and weed engulfed Ren's nose, his body shaking beneath Impulse.

Impulse leaned down and began sucking a new bruise into Ren's chest, teasing his nipples and sending the smaller man into overdrive. Ren's body wouldn't let him finish too early, addicted to the chemical release that came from getting drilled into the bed by his boyfriend. He whimpered softly with every thrust, quietly begging for Impulse to go faster, harder, whatever—he just needed to feel more.

"I-Impulse I—" Ren choked out, a familiar heat in the pit of his stomach.

"Go on," Impulse mumbled, leaning up to whisper into Ren's ear. "Cum for me, princess~"

The corners of his vision went white, Ren's body seizing as he screamed, his climax shooting up against his chest. Impulse's movements stalled for a moment, but once he'd realized his boyfriend was satisfied, he continued at a more vigorous pace. Warm swears dripped off his tongue as Ren's body tightened around him, inching him closer towards his own release.

His hips slowly began to pull out before Ren wrapped his legs around Impulse, pulling him back in. There was a sultry look in the shorter's eye, a silent demand to the taller. Impulse smirked, picking back up his pace. A few well placed thrusts later, and Impulse sank into Ren, filling the shorter with his release.

The stayed connected for a moment, Impulse gathering the strength to finally separate from Ren. The smaller whimpered at the feeling of being emptied, hips shaking, begging for the sensation back. Impulse smirked, leaning down to lick up the sticky substance that covered Ren's chest. Ren's entire body flushed, still not completely used to Impulse's filthy clean up routine. The taller brunette locked the pair's lips in a soft kiss, humming quietly.

"Mm... I love you..." Ren mumbled, reaching over for the still-lit blunt. He took a generous drag before Impulse kissed him again, shotgunning the smoke from Ren's lips. Ren could feel his body stir back to life, groaning in annoyance.

Impulse chuckled lazily. "I love you too. Fancy another round?"

"Mm... yeah. I could go another round."

"Alright then, princess," Impulse smirked, as he locked their lips into another filthy kiss.

Ren's head was spinning again. They were going to need another blunt.

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Hate Sex

NSFW, Explicit

Ren and Doc hated each other, but fuck did they love each other.

The stoic doctor couldn't stand Ren's constant high energy, and the wolf hybrid couldn't stand the cyborg's constant need for perfection. They were polar opposites, often stepping on each other's toes, but they fit like a glove. Everyone could see it, and they were equally as puzzled as to how the two had kept up a relationship for so long.

"Could you not disrupt me while I'm trying to make the portal?"

"Could you not be so uptight while I'm trying to get a shot for this week's upload?"

They constantly butted heads, but there was always an occassion—like in any confusing relationship—when they saw eye to eye and got completely along.

—

Ren groaned as sharp teeth broke skin, the strong smell of copper flooding his nose. Doc lapped at the sweet substance, his heart racing as his ears will filled with the sound of Ren's sultry voice. Sure, his constant bubbly energy was annoying, but Doc relished in taking all the energy away from him with a good fuck.

Ren also enjoyed sex, not just for the pleasure involved. The idea of making the perfect mad-scientist do imperfect things, leaving imperfect marks, ruining his perfect skin, gave Ren a high he didn't think he'd ever come down from.

Doc bit hard again, eliciting a hiss from the man below him.

"Fuck Doc, ease up will ya? I'm not all robot, you know."

Doc growled lowly as he sucked a new bruise into Ren's neck, pulling more groans out of his boyfriend. Doc let out a gentle breath against the lovebite, sending a shuddering breath and shiver through Ren's body. His hips bucked, desperate for some sort of friction, causing two deep groans to echo in the room from the slight touch.

Doc ripped open Ren's flannel, attacking his chest and littering it with more hickies and bruises. He hovered over Ren's nipple, panting gently from the sheer speed of his heart rate. The typically stoic Doc looked a complete mess—face flushed red and hair stciking up in random places form the heated kisses the pair had exchanged. He slowly dragged Ren's nipple between his teeth, causing Ren's entire body to shake as he came suddenly from the stimulation.

Doc chuckled darkly. "Already? I thought you were better than this—where'd all that energy go?"

Ren huffed, squirming at how uncomfortable he'd suddenly become. "Well then, Mr. Perfectionist—how about you clean me up and get me off the right way?"

Doc silently obliged, knowing from experience how uncomfortable being covered in cum felt. He gently pulled off Ren's jeans and boxers, the rush of cool air already stirring Ren's dick back to life.

Oh, Doc was marathoning tonight for sure.

Doc's rough tongue lapped up all of Ren's spillage, the shorter brunette groaning when he felt even the tiniest breath from Doc against his groin. His stomach was on fire, feeling like he was ready to burst but also like he was so far from release. Doc's eyes peaked uo at his beau, smirking at the strained look on Ren's face as he tried to be patient and keep himself steady.

Ren's toes were curled and his hands were nearly tearing the sheets as he panted, trying to fight back a whorish moan from escaping. It didn't last long, however. Doc teased Ren, licking a slow, thin stripe up his shaft, relishing in the sounds dripping from his lover's soft lips. He closed his lips around the head of Ren's dick, slowly but surely throating the entire length with ease.

Ren's body shook as the wet heat surrounded him, the wolf barely summoning the strength to lace his fingers through Doc's hair.

Doc moved slowly, not wanting Ren to finish too fast. His tongue prodded the underside of Ren's cock, moaning everytime he took him whole, seding sweet vibrations up Ren's entire body. Ren was a whore for a good blowjob, and Doc always delivered.

"Fuck, man," Ren exhaled. "God—fuck—"

Doc throated him again, feeling Ren's body shake as he came again, going limp in Doc's mouth. He thoroughly cleaned Ren up, a knowing smirk falling on his lips as he pulled off of Ren with a slick pop.

"C'mon man," Doc teased. "I know you can last longer than that."

Ren panted beneath him, his brain spinning from the ectasy of his most recent climax. Doc wasn't even fully hard yet—and Ren knew he wouldn't be for a while.

—

Ren came three more times over the next hour, the realization of Doc's marathoning dawning on him after the third round. The cyborg always had amazing stamina, but now he was fully hard, pushing himself into Ren's stretched heat.

Doc began fucking Ren into the mattress almost immediately, his pace threatening to rio the shorter man in half. Sultry moans filled the room, the smell of sex thick and permeating Ren's nose. His body tried to release again, but failed. He was spent, fated to dry cum until Doc was finished absuing his body in a most lustful way.

Doc chuckled as he watched his partner's body convulse in its attempt to relief itself.

"Is this a bad time to tell you I drank a stamina potion?"

Ren glared at the taller man, but had no energy to chide or insult him. He just had to lay there, a panting, moaning mess taking Doc deeper and harder with every thrust.

Doc's rhythm became sporadic as he slammed against Ren's prostate, the feeling of Ren clenching around him driving him up a wall. Ren mustered up whatever strength he had left in his body to finally speak.

"Doc, fuck, I'm shootin' blanks here dude, just—" Ren let out a choked off moan, cutting himself off as Doc bullied the small bundle of nerves further. He tried to take a deep breath  before finishing his statement.

"Baby please, cum in me. I can't take it anymore. You're making my head spin, I need you, please."

Yeah, that'd do it.

Doc let out a monstrous growl as he bottomed out, spilling his seed into Ren. He gave a few lazy thrusts, pumping himself empty before pulling out of Ren and collapsing to the bed.

The pair lay there, sweaty, sticky, covered in the smell of sex as they both tried ti catch their breath. Ren found the strength to playfull smack Doc's arm, earning an offended "Hey!" and a chuckle from the taller.

"No more fuckin' stamina potions, or I'll never give you head again."

Doc let out a slow laugh. "Alright, alright. Not more stamina potions."

They curled into one another, unbothered by the sweat that clung to theur bodies or the heat that coated the room.

"Sometimes," Ren scoffed. "I hate you."

Doc smirked, offering a small kiss to Ren's nose.

"Yeah, I love you too."

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Tangpulse drabble

SFW, Non-explicit

Impulse wiped the sweat from his forehead with his glove, the sun beating down onto him. It was hot, yes, but nothing Impulse hadn't handled before. He walked back over to his truck, pulling another large haybale out of the bed and carrying it into the barn.

The sound of tires crunching gravel filled his ears as he looked up towards the end of the laneway. His cheeks dusted pink as he watched the small car roll up behind his truck.

It was actually a funny comparison, when you thought about it, the tiny car next to Impulse's massive truck. Impulse was a rather big guy, but the figure that stepped out of the silver Mercedes was slender and compact. It was a perfect dynamic for the pair.

"Hey Impy!" Tango smiled as he pulled a few packages from his backseat.

Impulse scoffed. "Don't call me that, Tang. New car?"

Tango laughed, teasing the farmer as he spoke. "Aw, but I thought you loved being my little Impy-dimpy. And nah, rental. Pontiac's in the shop right now."

Impulse blushed harder, shifting his hat around so it blocked the sun from his eyes rather than his neck. He hated the pet name, but loved every ounce of Tango, so he dealt with it.

"What's all this?" The brunette questioned as Tango pulled a few more boxes out of his seat.

"Oh, not much," Tango shrugged. "Cleaning supplies, those seeds you wanted and," Tango smirked, eyeing Impulse for a response.

"And... what? Tango, you can see I've got plenty to do, spit it out."

"Take a peak for yourself while I start moving these boxes inside for you."

Tango lightly kicked a box with his foot, a quiet clink of glass eminating from it. Impulse rolled his eyes and smirked, helping Tango unload the rest of the supplies before grabbing the mystery box and meeting the blonde inside.

He slid the box onto the table gently, hoping he hadn't broken the inside contents. He tore off the tape, unfoldong the top to reveal...

Glass bottles?

"Tango wh—"

"Look at the label, dummy."

Impulse eyed Tango incredulously as he lifted one of the bottles out of the box. It was definitely full with some sort of liquid, and Impulse beaned as ge realized what it was.

"Shut up," he said, even though Tango hadn't said a word. He was stood leaning against the countertop, arms folded and a smile plastered on his face. "I've been—"

"Looking for it for months? I know. I talked to Iskall and he talked to a brewery, et cetera, but now you finally have your own case of the previously discontinued Smirnoff Ice that you somehow actually enjoy."

Impulse's face softened as he rolled the bottle gently in his hand. He was in a spell of stunned silence. Tango had gone out of his way to ask favors of Iskall for him, and the thought alone made his heart swell.

Tango clapped his hands together after a moment of silence. "Alright big guy, go finish your chores while I unpack and then we can crack open a few."

Impulse set the bottle down and turned to return to his work, only to find Tango rught behind him.

"One more thing," Tango smiled, cupping Impulse's face in his hands. He leaned forward and connected their lips in a soft kiss, smiling all the while.

"Happy birthday, Impy."

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Escape From the Factory

NSFW, Explicit

Scar’s heart pounded against his ribcage, the sheer amount of fear and adrenaline being the only think keeping him running. He knew his seekers loved to tease, but the panic they were putting him through was on a whole other level.

Navigating the Factory was easily the hardest part of this escape, but Scar had run this path in secret—and he knew all the blind spots and secrets that lay ahead of him. It was a little cheaty, but he’s a conman at heart—Area77 had proved at least that much.

He rounded the final corner, a little surprised at himself for making it this far without being caught. He’d definitely had a few close calls, but nothing he couldn’t handle.

The door was in sight.

Scar stalled for a moment, checking the lobby for signs of the two men chasing him, but it was silent. Too silent, for Scar’s liking. He quietly stalked toward the tinted glass doors, giving one final check. The hardest part was over—all he had to do was make it across the courtyard, something he’s never been able to accomplish.

The small amount of victorious hope inside him died as he made eye contact with a familiar blonde-brunette duo.

Tango was leaning against the fence, rolling a small object over his fingers. Impulse had a similar nonchalant stature, staring Scar down as he pulled the lollipop from his mouth.

Scar panicked, looking for any way to escape. He dipped back in the door, trying to catch his breath, before the sound of pistons rang in his ears. The floor gave way beneath him, falling into a water stream pulling him further into the ground. He thrashed, but to no avail. Decidedly caught in one of Tango’s traps, Scar could feel the defeat setting in.

He shot out of the water gasping for air, hissing at the burn in his lungs. Scar caught his bearings, wiping his eyes and realizing he was back within the factory, Tango’s unmistakable boots right in front of his writhing form.

Impulse nudged him over, rolling Scar onto his back.

“Well well, Tango,” he smirked. “He almost made it.”

Tango clicked his tongue. “He’s cheated, and he knows it. You built this damn place and even you can’t find the way out in a panic.”

Scar hadn’t said a word, too frightened of what may happen. A sharp kick to his side elicited a small cry, Scar’s eyes beginning to water from the sudden impact.

“T-Tango please… Let’s be r-reasonable here. I-I didn’t—“ Scar gasped at another sharp kick to his side, cutting off his sentence.

Tango crouched down, Impulse following suit, both men gazing hungrily at the exhausted conman in front of them.

“Whatcha make of this liar, Impy?”

“I think he needs to be punished, Tang.”

Two sets of strong arms lifted Scar up harshly, dragging him across the floors of Impulse’s base.

“Guys! Guys please! You’ve got this all wrong I’d—“ The impact of being dropped against the ground again had left him coughing, tears streaming down his face.

Tango grabbed a fistful of Scar’s hair, pulling lightly. “Trying to swindle us, are you? Let me tell you a secret,” Tango whispered.

“It doesn’t work that way.”

Impulse laughed, picking Scar back up and fireman-carrying him the rest of the way to the bedroom, Tango’s footsteps close behind.

The group entered the simple bedroom, a whine of pain escaping Scar's lips as he was thrown against the bed. Tango and Impulse weren't ones for voyeurism—hence the reason behind them carrying Scar back into the Factory. Impulse's hands gently groped along Scar's body, searching for his belt. The soft clinking of metal rang through the eerily silent room—they weren't ones for chatter either—as Impulse slipped it off and handed it over to Tango.

"It's your turn to tie him," Impulse smirked, glancing over at Scar with hunger in his eyes.

Tango had already removed his own shirt, wrapping the belt loosely around his hand to get a feel for the leather. Scar took a deep breath in, closing his eyes for a moment before he scrambled off the bed, bolting for the door.

It hadn't worked, of course, while Scar was considerably taller than the two, they had him beat in sheer athletic prowess and muscular stature. He hit the ground with a painful thud as Impulse laughed, pressing his shoe against Scar's chest.

"He's feistier today, isn't he?" He chuckled, stepping forward slightly so Scar's face was being pressed into the ground rather than his chest.

"Sure is. Maybe we should teach him more of a lesson."

Tango was the one lifting Scar now, yanking him up by his shirt and pulling his head back as Tango buried his face in the crook of Scar's neck. A warm tongue licked a thin stripe up Scar's neck before he'd felt the familiar burn of Tango's teeth sinking into his skin.

A whiny moan dripped off Scar's lips, knees shaking from the burning sensation of the skin breaking. Tango had definetly drawn blood this time.

Before he could relish in the pleasurable feeling against his neck for longer, he was being pulled from behind and slammed against the bed again, this time face first. Impulse's knee pressed into his back, keeping him pinned down as Tango tied Scar's own belt around Scar's wrists.

Scar grimaced at how tight Tango had made his restrictions, squirming beneath Impulse's knee. Another sad attempt at escaping as he felt a sharp pain against his ass and a chuckle from Impulse.

Tango moved to Scar's front, slowly unbuckling his belt as climed onto the bed. Scar’s face paled, his body thrashing more violently as he tried to escape Impulse's hold.

"Tango— Tango, please— Impulse— I-I'll do anything— a-anything! I swear— Please—"

Scar’s pleas had fallen on deaf ears, his eyes widening as he realized they weren't listening to him.

"Gentlemen, c-can't we be civil about this?"

Tango laughed as he watched Scar plead, a lazy hand stroking himself to the sound.

"Already told you," Tango said. "That isn't how this works."

Before Scar had a moment to process, Impulse yanked his head up harshly. He gasped from the pain, but it was cut off as Tango slid himself into Scar's mouth. Scar's body convulsed as he gagged, but Tango continued to sink deeper down his victim's throat without so much as a blink.

"Alright, Impulse," Tango groaned. "I don't think hes going anywhere."

Impulse had always been the less conversational of the two, merely smirking as he slid off his clothes. One short adjustment later, and Scar’s knees were now tucked beneath him, bare ass in the air. Tears leaked down Scar's face from the lack of breath and the constant movement of his body making it all the more uncomfortable to have Tango holding Scar's head against his dick.

Impulse pressed against Scar's entrance, slightly pushing Scar's body forward against Tango. Scar's heart was racing. He couldn't back off from Tango or Impulse, but at least Tango had eased up for a moment, allowing Scar to take in some sort of air. The slick pop of a bottle opening was heard, then Scar did something that he'd never done before.

He snapped his fingers once.

Tango and Impukse immediately locked eyes, shock initially covering their faces, but it soon faded to monstrous lust. The bottle clicked closed, a small thud signaling that Impulse had simply dropped it do the ground.

Strong hands wrapped around Scar's waist as Impulse pressed himself into Scar, an almost audible whine shaking out of his thin frame, earning a groan from Tango at the vibration against his dick. Impulse choked back a groan as he penatrated Scar's tight heat, only letting the sultry noise escape once he was buried to the hilt. Impulse stilled for only a moment, before pulling his hips back and thrusting them back forward with a sharp snap of skin.

His movements were slow and languid for a moment before his own impatience got the better of him and Impulse began to fuck Scar with reckless abandon.

The only sound in the room were the soft groans of Tango and Impulse, and the slight creak of the bed as their weight shifted around. Tango’s moans became louder and rougher as he thrusted in time with Impulse, his stomach burning in a prelude to his climax.

"Fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...," Tango groaned, a stuttering gasp as his hips froze, shooting streams of warm cum down Scar's throat. Tango pulled away quickly, locking Scar's lips in a flithy kiss, their moans mixing together in an almost musical way.

Impulse lifted Scar's head as he took in as much air as he could get before Tango wrapped his lips around Scar's neglected dick, knocking the breath out of Scar with the violent and sudden stimulation. Impulse's paced quicked, if that were possible, his previously exact and timed thrusts beginning to become more sporadic as he also felt the burning in his stomach, again, a prelude to his climax.

He buried himself to the hilt with a stuttering gasp, moaning exhaustedly as he came inside Scar. Only moments after Impulse, Scar reached his own end, whimpering as he came down Tango's throat. The group separated slowly, laying down in the ruined bed in silence for a few moments.

"You've never snapped before," Impulse smiked, turning towards the wrecked Scar. "You never break character like that."

Scar coughed lightly as he laughed, breathless from the intense fucking he just took.

"Got impatient. I didn't expect you guys to let me leave the building so easily."

It was Tango's turn to laugh. "We seriously couldn't find you. Figured you'd eventually get to the door."

Tango laced his fingers with Scar's, gently brushing his thunb against Scar's hand.

"So," Impulse said, sitting up on his elbows. "Best parts, worst parts, et cetera."

Scar pondered for a moment. "Liked getting kicked and thrown around a bit, didn't enjoy how long the chase scene took. By the time I was caught I was almost wanting to be found just to move on. Other than that," Scar smiled. "You guys were perfect.

Impulse got up from the bed to rearrange the way they were all laying. He laid in the middle, Tango at his left and Scar at his right.

Scar stifled a chuckle. "Tango was first again."

Tango let out a little offended "Hey!" as he playfully smacked Scar's arm. "It wasn't on purpose."

Impulse laughed. "We know, Tang. Now you two, get some rest. Big day tomorrow."

The group went quiet, basking in the sound of each other's breathing. Tango and Scar fell asleep rather quick, but Impulse waited until he was sure they were asleeo before drifting off himself—the quiet thrum of his lovers' heartbeats lulling him into sweet unconsciousness.