Never Enough [4/8]
Title: Never Enough
Fandom: Tiger&Bunny
Pairings: Barnaby/Kotetsu, Barnaby/Everyone
For this chapter: Barnaby/Antonio
Summary: Barnaby gets his "fill" out of every hero. Of course, he keeps the best for last.
Timeline: Post-episode 9
Rating: PG-15 just to be safe
Warnings: Molestation?
Rock Bison had been the easiest so far. Despite Barnaby not feeling that much of a physical attraction, the man had a presence about him that forced grudging respect and admiration out of him. The guy was decently ranked so he had to be a little bit more level-headed than his stupid partner. Or maybe not. Barnaby clearly remembered that time when Rock Bison got a car stuck on his horns and his thoughts had been along the lines of ‘moron’ or some other belittling adjectives. Either way, he was buff, all hard muscles and strength whereas Barnaby was more the 'rely-on-your-brain-matters' type. And what Barnaby didn't have, Barnaby wanted.
On one of their 'heroes’ night out', Barnaby had refreined from drinking too much. Unlike the two completely inebriated - idiots - heroes sitting on his left. When they had come in, the old man had sloppily dropped his arm on Antonio's shoulders, ready to drink themselves silly ‘til morning. Now, neither of them managed to stay straight in their stools without swaying, supporting each other in the process of not falling off. However, nature's call came in early - around ten o’clock - for the larger man who attempted to extract himself from the other drunkard without crashing face first to the floor. When he finally got up, Kotetsu flopped down on the counter, cheek pressed into it and slurred something unintelligible. Barnaby excused himself, following Antonio to the men's room.
Once inside, he waited for him to finish before carefully approaching the man now standing in front of the wall-covering mirror. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, looking at Barnaby hovering near his right shoulder in the reflective surface, way too smashed to actually be bothered.
Barnaby took his time, wondering what would be best. He felt the dark, slightly unfocused gaze following his every move. Lowering his eyes to the other's body, they glued themselves to Rock Bison's back and more precisely, to his thick neck and wide shoulders.
He slowly stroked bronzed skin with teasing fingertips, stretching the collar of the black, tight-fitting shirt. Heat radiated off him in waves, the alcohol and the stiffling atmosphere of the bar being the most likely reasons. Sweat had long since collected on Rock Bison's eyebrows, beads of it sinuously rolling down the side of his face before running down the corded muscle of his neck, along his collarbone and finally pooling in the hollow of his throat.
Barnaby had watched, mesmerized, following the path that single sweatdrop had made on the tanned skin. Another one quickly formed, going down the same road. Before it could get past his reach, the blond hero swept his hair on the other's shoulder - making him shudder - as he licked up the column of Antonio's neck, catching the running pearl of sweat. The man was taller than him and in a split-second decision, he plastered himself to the other's back feeling hard mucles shift and clench to accomodate the added weight he hadn't anticipated in his state of intoxication. Barnaby retreated a bit, focusing his attention on the back of Antonio's neck this time. Without thinking twice, he swirled his tongue around the most proeminent vertebrae before slowly making his way up, stopping when hair tickled his nose. He planted an open-mouthed kiss there and backed off, watching the much larger man groan and the way mucles bunched with tension. He smoothed his hand down the sculptured back and turned on his heel, walking out.
He bypassed the other heroes, telling them over his shoulder that Rock Bison felt a bit sick. Kotetsu still hadn't moved, mumbling to himself something about beef and rabbit, earning himself a raised eyebrow from basically everyone in hearing distance.
Getting in his car, Barnaby sighed in content. The bitterness of sweat and musk, heightened by the blend of rhum and smarting spice clung to the back of his throat, scorching like red-hot iron on his lips and tongue. He reflexively swallowed to soothe the burning, only multiplying it ten fold. The raw taste had managed to blaze its way down his oesophagus, the hot trail melting away late at night.
Fandom: Tiger&Bunny
Pairings: Barnaby/Kotetsu, Barnaby/Everyone
For this chapter: Barnaby/Antonio
Summary: Barnaby gets his "fill" out of every hero. Of course, he keeps the best for last.
Timeline: Post-episode 9
Rating: PG-15 just to be safe
Warnings: Molestation?
Rock Bison had been the easiest so far. Despite Barnaby not feeling that much of a physical attraction, the man had a presence about him that forced grudging respect and admiration out of him. The guy was decently ranked so he had to be a little bit more level-headed than his stupid partner. Or maybe not. Barnaby clearly remembered that time when Rock Bison got a car stuck on his horns and his thoughts had been along the lines of ‘moron’ or some other belittling adjectives. Either way, he was buff, all hard muscles and strength whereas Barnaby was more the 'rely-on-your-brain-matters' type. And what Barnaby didn't have, Barnaby wanted.
On one of their 'heroes’ night out', Barnaby had refreined from drinking too much. Unlike the two completely inebriated - idiots - heroes sitting on his left. When they had come in, the old man had sloppily dropped his arm on Antonio's shoulders, ready to drink themselves silly ‘til morning. Now, neither of them managed to stay straight in their stools without swaying, supporting each other in the process of not falling off. However, nature's call came in early - around ten o’clock - for the larger man who attempted to extract himself from the other drunkard without crashing face first to the floor. When he finally got up, Kotetsu flopped down on the counter, cheek pressed into it and slurred something unintelligible. Barnaby excused himself, following Antonio to the men's room.
Once inside, he waited for him to finish before carefully approaching the man now standing in front of the wall-covering mirror. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, looking at Barnaby hovering near his right shoulder in the reflective surface, way too smashed to actually be bothered.
Barnaby took his time, wondering what would be best. He felt the dark, slightly unfocused gaze following his every move. Lowering his eyes to the other's body, they glued themselves to Rock Bison's back and more precisely, to his thick neck and wide shoulders.
He slowly stroked bronzed skin with teasing fingertips, stretching the collar of the black, tight-fitting shirt. Heat radiated off him in waves, the alcohol and the stiffling atmosphere of the bar being the most likely reasons. Sweat had long since collected on Rock Bison's eyebrows, beads of it sinuously rolling down the side of his face before running down the corded muscle of his neck, along his collarbone and finally pooling in the hollow of his throat.
Barnaby had watched, mesmerized, following the path that single sweatdrop had made on the tanned skin. Another one quickly formed, going down the same road. Before it could get past his reach, the blond hero swept his hair on the other's shoulder - making him shudder - as he licked up the column of Antonio's neck, catching the running pearl of sweat. The man was taller than him and in a split-second decision, he plastered himself to the other's back feeling hard mucles shift and clench to accomodate the added weight he hadn't anticipated in his state of intoxication. Barnaby retreated a bit, focusing his attention on the back of Antonio's neck this time. Without thinking twice, he swirled his tongue around the most proeminent vertebrae before slowly making his way up, stopping when hair tickled his nose. He planted an open-mouthed kiss there and backed off, watching the much larger man groan and the way mucles bunched with tension. He smoothed his hand down the sculptured back and turned on his heel, walking out.
He bypassed the other heroes, telling them over his shoulder that Rock Bison felt a bit sick. Kotetsu still hadn't moved, mumbling to himself something about beef and rabbit, earning himself a raised eyebrow from basically everyone in hearing distance.
Getting in his car, Barnaby sighed in content. The bitterness of sweat and musk, heightened by the blend of rhum and smarting spice clung to the back of his throat, scorching like red-hot iron on his lips and tongue. He reflexively swallowed to soothe the burning, only multiplying it ten fold. The raw taste had managed to blaze its way down his oesophagus, the hot trail melting away late at night.