A crossover porn! SPN/DA
Sometimes Alec really hated his life.
Drawing a deep breath of damp, smog-filled air as he stomped his way out of the apartment building and towards his motorcycle, he tried to will his body back under control. He was a genetically-enhanced, well-trained assassin; control was something he should have in spades. But no. All it took was one whiff of her, and all his control flew straight out the proverbial window.
“Damn it, Max,” he hissed as he caught the faint scent of her pheromones still stubbornly clinging to his jacket, his body, to the very air swirling around him. “Why the hell didn’t you warn me you were in heat?”
Despite himself, his body reacted, feline DNA driving primal instincts buried deep, making his blood thrum and his cock ache. He wanted - oh, how he wanted - well, anything, really, tight and hot around his dick, to soothe the burning need flaring through him. The cat inside him clamored for him to dash back up those stairs, bust in her door, shove Original Cindy and her meddling lesbian ass aside, and show that uptight female exactly what an alpha male could do. He could almost feel her around him, hear her whimpers and cries, how good it would feel to make her . . .
This was the one time he really hated his particular revved-up DNA cocktail.
Gasping for breath and tenuously hanging on to some semblance of control, he managed to climb uncomfortably on his bike, sitting gingerly in the seat as he kicked it to life. The rumble of the motorcycle beneath him was damn near unbearable, but he gritted his teeth. Wiping at the sweat beading on his forehead, he tried to even out his panting breaths, wanting control. Well, his mind wanted control. The rest of him wasn’t that picky.
Gunning the engine dragged out a ragged groan at the mixed pleasure/pain as the vibrations traveled straight to his balls, but it also got him away from her, cold wind whipping his overheated skin. That was a good thing, even if his dick didn’t think so. Whatever Max might think of him, that wasn’t his primary thinking head. If it was, he’d still be up in her apartment, in her bedroom . . . The sooner he got far, far away from her, the better. Home was good. Home to locked doors, cold showers, and some pretense of sanity.
Thank whatever deity available for Original Cindy, who had taken one look at Alec and the way Max was looking at him, and promptly shoved him out the door and slammed it in his face before he could do anything they’d all regret. Yes, Max was hot, and willing (right now), and Alec had no doubt she’d be a fantastic bed partner. But if he thought the mornings after his one night stands were awkward, they were nothing in comparison to what would happen if he slept with her. Mornings that started with bruises and bloodshed were never good, and that was only if she was too tired out to just kill him outright for taking advantage of her heat (despite his having about as much control over his reaction as she did hers). Alec wanted something less likely to cause grievous bodily injury.
Besides, having sex with someone he saw as a sister was a little too fucked up even for him.
It felt like forever before he zipped into the hidden garage area behind his apartment building. Unlike Max, who had to haul her motorcycle up several flights of stairs to her apartment, Alec could park at ground level safely. No one would dare touch his bike down here - he’d taken great pains to make sure of that. Sliding into his preferred spot, he nearly groaned as the cessation of the motor was both a relief and almost painful withdrawal of stimulation. It took a few more deep breaths before he could steady himself enough to swing his leg carefully over the bike and dismount.
Walking was slightly tricky, cock throbbing angrily in his jeans, objecting to the reality of a five finger shuffle rather than finding a warm willing body to sink in. He had briefly entertained the notion of finding someone else - either one of his many girlfriends, or maybe a hooker - but reluctantly nixed that idea after logic barely won the battle with his hormones. He was too out of control to restrain himself, which would lead to the all-too real possibly of hurting someone else. Normal females just weren’t built to take the unleashed power of an X-5 in heat. He wasn’t willing to risk it.
Eyeing the stairs in trepidation, Alec debated taking the elevator, but knowing its propensity to break down and strand people between floors for a few hours, he grudgingly started up the stairs. Uncomfortable as it was, he really, really wasn’t in the mood to climb cables, and jacking off in an elevator was just too gross for him.
With every painful step, he cursed Max for giving him the worst case of blue balls in the history of ever.
Once he hit the last step to his floor, he breathed out a hitched sigh of relief and leaned his forehead against the wall very briefly before he straightened up, rubbing the grime off with a muttered curse. The door loomed in front of him, salvation or at least refuge within. And a box of tissues. Of course, then his key had to get stuck in the lock, and it took a few wiggles, tugs, and hissed curses and a thought of just bashing it open before the lock gave and he stumbled into his apartment.
Immediately he stripped off his jacket and threw it into the far corner of the room, wanting the scent-soaked material far away from him, almost sweating from the heat coursing through him. Okay, kitchen first for a shot of some of his good stash to take the edge off, then a little tension release before heading for a cold, cold shower. Damn Max for providing such a lovely evening for him.
Alec had just poured two fingers of scotch when he caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. He whirled, heart pounding in surprise; was he really so distracted as to miss an intruder? Eyes immediately zeroed in on the figure just rising from his sofa, taking in the book abandoned on the cushion and the lamp shining merrily over his shoulder.
His highly sharpened sense of smell identified the intruder first, and suddenly Alec’s evening was looking a whole lot better.
“Hey Alec,” Sam grinned, all dimples, ducking his head a bit sheepishly so bright eyes twinkled behind bangs. “You weren’t home, and I wasn’t sure when you were gonna be back, so I thought I’d wait inside rather than staking out your apartment. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Oh thank god,” Alec blurted, leaving the glass abandoned on the counter as he crossed the room so fast he almost blurred. Before Sam even knew what hit him, Alec had shoved him back down onto the sofa, climbed into his lap, and fused their mouths together.
Sam froze, mouth open in surprise, which just allowed Alec to lick inside and taste deeper, groaning as his senses were suddenly filled with Sam. Sam’s hands had come up defensively, then resettled on Alec’s shoulders as he got with the program and returned the kiss enthusiastically. When Alec finally backed off to grab a breath, Sam panted out, “Not that I mind, but what’s with the welcome?”
Alec growled, hands tangling in Sam’s hair. “Talk later. Fuck now.”
Sam shrugged and hauled Alec back in for a sizzling kiss, tongues tangling as they lapped at each other’s mouths. Alec squirmed, cock rubbing against Sam’s stomach as he felt the answering surge of Sam’s dick under his ass. Oh, this was what he wanted, needed. It was perfect.
Hands clumsy with arousal, Alec managed to get both their flies open, pulling their cocks out to say hello. Shuddering with sensation, he tried to press closer into the heat of Sam, the smell of them overriding the last lingering traces of Max. Sam growled his approval, one hand on the back of Alec’s neck, fingers petting over his barcode, the other trailing down to wrap around both of their erections.
It was too much; Alec had been too worked up for too long. After only two strokes he was coming, whimpering into Sam’s mouth as warm jizz splashed over Sam’s hand and cock, the release almost painful. Sam broke their kiss with a little chuckle, equal parts amused, disbelieving, puzzled, and aroused. Alec could feel himself blushing - so much for the legendary transgenic stamina. But hey, extenuating circumstances.
Sam nosed at his hot cheek. “Thought you could go longer than that,” he huffed, laughter threaded through his voice.
“That? That was just to take the edge off.” Alec forced himself to flash his usual cocky smirk, aided by the fact that he was still hard in Sam’s hand. “Tell ya later. Right now,” Alec pushed backwards to slide off Sam’s lap, Sam reluctant to let him go until he realized what Alec had planned. With a positively lewd slither down Sam’s body, Alec settled between his knees, breathing hot over his cock.
Sam groaned, one hand fisting on his thigh as the other landed on Alec’s head, threading through the longer strands on top. Alec took a second to look at the picture in front of him - long body stretched out, clothes rumpled, muscles taut over flushed skin. Sam’s eyes glittered as he watched hungrily, waiting for Alec to make his move. He wasn’t about to disappoint. Licking his lips and inhaling deeply of the scent of Sam and him combined on sweaty skin, Alec leaned forward and swallowed him down.
Sam’s hand clenched tight in his hair in time with the sharp hiss, but then loosened and rubbed almost apologetically. Alec didn’t care; he just loved the feel of Sam’s huge hand on him, guiding him as the thick cock stretched his lips wide and slid over his tongue. Pulling back, he nuzzled and licked at the traces of himself on Sam’s skin, tastebuds exploding as he washed him clean, including the thick beads bubbling up through the slit.
“Don’t tease,” Sam grunted, hand leaving his thigh to brush over Alec’s cheek.
Just for that, Alec gave the head one hard suck then pulled back to smirk up at Sam, lips already swollen and shiny with spit and precome. “Don’t worry. I’m just getting started.” Covering his teeth, he lowered his head again, slowly letting Sam drive deeper into his mouth until the head was bumping the back of his throat. Swallowing around it, Alec bobbed his head once, twice, then paused.
Sam got the hint and thrust up shallowly, testing. Alec rode it out, encouraging, using his tongue and lips as best he could until Sam let go of his restraint and started thrusting in earnest, low strangled moans ripping from his throat. The fingers in his hair tightened, holding him in place in a manner that was strangely comforting. Alec purred in response, and felt the answering squirt of precome slick over his tongue.
“Yeah, that’s it, take it. Take it all. Goddamn, love your mouth.” Sam was staring at him, eyes wide and fixed on the way his cock disappeared past Alec’s lips, thumb rubbing Alec’s cheek before sliding in alongside his cock to stretch his mouth tighter. “Cocksucker lips - so goddamn pretty. Made for this, made to suck me down, so fuckin’ beautiful. Shit, Alec.”
Alec moaned at the filth spilling from Sam’s mouth, loving the feel of Sam’s cock filling his mouth, of Sam fucking his face. While one hand was busy playing with Sam’s balls, the other dropped down to yank at his own cock, still hard and needy peeking out of his jeans. He had to close his eyes, to lose himself in the feel of it, in the sheer lust sparking through them both, hormones screaming for moremoremore.
Sam grunted in warning, neck tendons standing out taut as he tried to hold back. Alec wasn’t having it. He backed off until Sam’s thumb slid free with an obscene pop, until just the head was between his lips and sucked hard, tonguing the slit. With a shout Sam flooded Alec’s mouth, thrusting jerkily as his cock twitched and spurted. Purring happily, Alec swallowed as much as he could, feeling dribbles slip out and run down his chin as he lapped at Sam’s softening cock like spilled milk.
As soon as Sam started breathing again, he hauled Alec up off the floor and back into his lap. Alec went happily, sharing Sam’s taste between them as he rubbed against him, nerves sparking but less insistently than before, breathing deep of pheromone-laden air. Sam petted his shoulders and back, kneading the muscle before latching onto Alec’s hips, stopping their wiggle. Alec whimpered, then bit it back when he saw the blaze in Sam’s eyes and smirked instead.
“Bedroom. Now,” Sam rasped.
Alec complied instantly, rolling off Sam and stripping off his shirt before grabbing Sam’s collar to haul him to his feet. Sam almost stumbled, but caught himself and wrapped one hand around the back of Alec’s neck, bringing his face up for another hard kiss even as he manhandled Alec backwards, both of them staggering gracelessly into the bedroom.
“Lose the shirts before I rip ‘em off you,” Alec hissed against Sam’s mouth as he kicked off his shoes. In response, Sam nipped his lower lip teasingly, planted a hand on his chest and pushed Alec back onto the bed. Alec hit the mattress with a thump, grinning as he watched Sam make quick work of his many layers, the cloth rustling as it was flung away carelessly. He had just enough time to kick off the last of his own clothes and grab the lube from the bedside drawer before Sam pounced, springs squealing under the abrupt weight as the long, muscled body covered Alec’s and Sam’s mouth crashed down on his.
Chest to chest, skin to skin, heat to heat - Alec’s senses were drowning in Sam, driving him higher with every touch, every breath. He knew that he was stronger than Sam; he could use his genetically enhanced strength to throw the other man off him in a heartbeat. But Sam could fight back, manhandle him in ways few others could, take whatever Alec threw out and give it right back. Alec was an alpha male among other transgenics, but Sam, Ordinary though he was, had a presence that had Alec’s primal instincts begging to roll over, show his belly and salute the alpha.
Sam reared back for a moment, panting, and Alec rumbled his displeasure, leaning up to scrape his teeth against the dark ink on Sam’s chest, tasting sweat and musk and the distinct curl of Sam’s pheromones. Sam made a noise of approval, cupping the back of Alec’s head to hold him there, fingers drifting down to rub Alec’s barcode. Alec shivered - Sam fucking knew how sensitive that was, and liked to use it to his advantage. Too bad Sam’s tattoo wasn’t quite that responsive, but he enjoyed it just fine when Alec mouthed at it, putting his own mark over it, blood-dark blotch dead center of the pentagram.
Viciously pleased, Alec kneaded at the biceps bracketing him as he drifted further up and bit over the ridge of Sam’s collarbone, earning himself a growl. Then Sam scratched his fingernail over the lines in Alec’s skin, sending white-hot jolts through him. Breaking off with a gasp, Alec arched into the touch, hips rocking against Sam as his cock rode the crease of Sam’s thigh. Sam thrust back, solid weight both arousing and comforting as he mouthed along Alec’s jawline, lips and teeth sending more sparks through him to join the ones coming from his cock.
Alec squirmed, freeing his legs from under Sam’s weight and planting his feet on the bed for better leverage. Almost, but not quite . . . he hooked one leg around Sam’s hip, forcing their groins tighter together, nearly purring as the friction on his cock increased. There, much better. Now he could feel the searing line of Sam’s erection next to his, lower bodies rubbing together in a sweat-slicked glide. Alec writhed, gasping softly, cock smearing slippery trails on both their abs.
Sam grinned down at him for a moment before leaning his weight fully down on Alec, driving a soft grunt from the smaller man as his hands stroked down Alec’s arms. Taking his wrists in a firm hold, Sam tugged his arms above his head and pinned them to the bed with one hand, teeth raking at his throat before latching on to give what would be an impressive love bite by morning.
Shuddering in his grip, Alec bared his throat and bucked his hips, whining low with want. “Sam, please . . .”
“Please, what?” Sam growled, the vibrations reverberating through their chests. The sound slammed one of Alec’s buttons and he whimpered as his cock jerked.
“More,” he gasped. “Please, damn it, fuck me!”
Sam grinned, feral-bright and triumphant, and suddenly Alec found himself being flipped onto his stomach, cheek pressed into the soft pillow while Sam’s weight pressed down again, cock riding the cleft of his ass. Alec arched back into it, groaning at the tease as Sam chuckled in his ear.
“Not yet,” he whispered, tongue tracing the shell of Alec’s ear. “I wanna taste you first.”
Hands slithered down to his hips, hauling him up on his knees as Sam sat back on his haunches between Alec’s legs. Alec kept his face on the pillow even as he spread his legs wide, wordlessly and shamelessly begging. He felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that in any other place, with anybody else, would have him fighting back, either with his fists or smart-aleck mouth. Here, with Sam’s molten gaze on his ass promising so much, he had to bite back a whimper from the sizzling jolt of anticipation thrilling his nerves.
Sam trailed his lips down the bumps of Alec’s spine, fingers stroking and petting over skin, teasing his inner thighs and hollows of his hips. Alec wriggled, and was rewarded with a sharp bite at the base of his spine, which was quickly soothed by a warm tongue, the sensation making his dick jerk leak against his stomach.
Sam’s hot breath ghosted over his skin as he laid down a pattern of bites and sucking kisses over Alec’s ass, slowly spiraling inwards. Alec found himself tensing, waiting, anticipating; the first touch of tongue on his hole brought a rush of such dizzying pleasure he moaned out loud, then immediately bit his lip to keep silent, not wanting any more of the embarrassing sounds gathering in his throat to be given voice. Sam licked again, firmer, then blew, cool air over moist skin drawing another bitten-off groan.
“Nuh uh. I wanna hear you,” Sam rumbled, nuzzling the soft skin. Another lick, then Sam latched his mouth over the hole and sucked, teeth grazing the soft skin briefly before he jabbed his tongue in, the tightly furled ring giving way. Alec mewled, trying to hump back on Sam’s face, wanting more. And Sam gave him more, licking him open and wet; each lap, suck, nip, and push rewarded with whimpers and moans of pleasure.
Suddenly Sam’s fingers were on his lips, and he eagerly sucked them in, working his tongue around to the same rhythm as Sam’s, glad to have something in his mouth. He almost whined in complaint when those fingers withdrew, but the next second they were probing in alongside Sam’s tongue, reaching deep. Panting, Alec buried his face in the pillow, resisting the urge to bite it, feeling the sweat beading along his nape and sliding down the sides of his neck as he let Sam in.
Sparks flashed in his eyes and he yelped as an intense burn of pleasure sizzled through him. Sam pressed that spot again, and Alec whimpered, trembling, cock aching and balls fit to burst. Sam worked his fingers around again, the stretching burn fading quickly in the face of shocky ecstasy and bone-deep need. More, more, he needed more of that. Needed more of Sam, deep inside him, claiming him, owning him.
“More,” he whispered, breath too short for anything more.
“More?” Sam withdrew, and Alec heard the click of a cap and a splurt of lube, then three slick fingers pressed in, scissoring as he twisted his wrist. Alec swallowed hard, panting as he clenched around the fingers, feeling them stroke and pet before nudging his prostate again. He rocked back onto them, matching Sam’s thrusts so they pushed deeper, harder. Sam lapped over the stretched rim, easing the friction as his fingers tugged soft skin, curling his tongue just inside.
“More!” Alec insisted. Fingers were fine and all, but it wasn’t enough. He craved to have Sam’s cock in him, hot and thick and strong, filling him so full he couldn’t think. He gathered enough of himself together to choke out, “Goddamn it, Sam, fuck me!”
“Pushy bottom,” Sam muttered, fingers twisting one last time before disappearing. Alec couldn’t stop the small moan of loss, ass clenching at the sudden emptiness even as he felt Sam shifting behind him, coating his cock with more lube. Then pressure against his entrance, the smooth head teasing at the ring as Sam draped himself over Alec’s back. “Gonna fuck you senseless,” he growled in his ear, threat and promise both.
Without hesitation, Sam’s teeth sank into Alec’s barcode as his cock shoved deep into Alec’s ass. Alec’s eyes rolled back in his head as he yelled, pain and pleasure bursting through him so intensely he would have come if not from Sam’s hand clamping down at the base of his cock. He subsided with a pained whine, shivering, clawing back from the edge. Sam held them both still, gasping for breath as he fought for control. Alec could feel his pounding heartbeat against his back and in his ass, cock throbbing in intimate time.
What felt like an eternity later, Sam hitched his hips, shifting and thrusting shallowly, testing. Alec thrust back against him, and they quickly found a rhythm together. Each drag of Sam’s cock over his rim built up the heat inside him, aided by the hand still on his dick and the mouth latched on to his barcode. Distantly he heard the sounds, husky whines and hitched gasps, and it took him a bit to realize they were coming from him. Then Sam started talking, low honey-whiskey sexass voice right in his ear, and he forgot all about them.
“Fuck, Alec, so tight, so hot. Gorgeous like this, so goddamn gorgeous wrapped around my cock, taking it, begging for it. Fuckin’ love you like this. All mine.” A grunt, roll of the hips, and the head of his cock rammed directly into Alec’s prostate. “Oughta keep you like this, all stretched out, hungry for it. So fuckin’ hot, Alec, you’ve no idea -“
Sam gave his barcode a final sharp nip like a brand then sat up, eliciting a whine as cooler air wafted over sweat-slicked skin where they’d been pressed together. Large hands gripped Alec’s hips tight enough to leave bruises, tugging him up higher as Sam shifted then plunged deep, feeling buried up to his heart, the new angle allowing him to hit that sweet spot on every stroke. Alec bucked back against him with a cry, knowing he sounded like a cat in heat and not giving a shit. Not when it felt this damn good.
Sam fucked him with deep, powerful thrusts, rocking them both across the bed. Alec fisted the sheets, scrabbling for purchase, then put one hand on the wall above his head to brace himself. That was better. He let his head droop, baring his neck in submission, loving the feel of Sam deep inside, wanting him, owning him, moulding his ass around his pounding cock until Alec was an extension of Sam, lines blurred as pleasure burned between them.
One finger brushed the head of his cock and that was it. His ass clamped down, making Sam’s cock feel even bigger than it already was and driving a grunt from the bigger man as he thrust again into that vice. The orgasm hit Alec with the force of a transgenic freight train, leaving him breathless and shaking as his cock pumped out copious strings of come onto the sheets below. His blood sang, nerves sizzling as Sam kept fucking him, drawing it out until Alec thought he would pass out from the over-stimulation.
Sam let out a low moan, cock jerking, then he came in a rush, each squirt against his insides like a brand, indelibly imprinting Sam into Alec. With a jolt Alec’s sex-drunk brain suddenly caught onto the fact that they’d forgotten the condom. Eh, more messy than concerning, really. Besides, the hot glide of slick come around the cock inside him just felt too damn good for him to care at the moment.
They stayed like that for a long moment, fighting rubbery muscles to just breathe. Eventually Sam groaned and pulled back and out, coming free with a lewd squelch. Alec let his trembling legs relax and flopped down on the bed, uncaring of the wet spot as fatigue quickly followed the down surge of adrenaline. Sam sprawled out next to him, sweat-soaked hair plastered to his face as he blew out a long breath.
Rolling his head, Sam looked over at him. “You okay?” His hand reached out, tracing the teeth marks, the faint bruises on Alec’s hips, before caressing over his ass to dip his fingers into the still loose hole, now dripping come.
“M’okay,” Alec mumbled, shifting at the touch. “Think ya fucked me dead.”
Sam grinned, tips of two fingers playing with Alec’s ass, smearing a mix of come and lube into the skin. It felt nice, even with the lingering ache, but there was no way in hell he was getting it up again without a nap first. Alec hummed low in his throat, closing his eyes with a content smile.
“Hey,” Sam leaned over to nudge his cheek with his nose. “We fucked. Now talk.”
“Why?” Alec whined with a pout. “Sleep first. Talk later.”
Sam chuckled and licked over Alec’s lips in a soft kiss. “Tell me now,” he whispered, then sucked Alec’s lower lip between his. “Sleep all you want after.”
“Fine.” Alec sighed, forcing his brain cells to regroup in order to answer. “How much you know ‘bout feline mating cycles?”
“Pretty much nothing. Why?”
“’bout three or four times a year, females go into heat.” Sam nodded in understanding. “They crave sex, and lots of it. Hormones go wacky. When they do, they start dumping out pheromones to attract males.”
“Ahhh,” Sam immediately caught on. “Which makes the males crave sex just as much. Increases the chances of copulation.” He thought it over for a second, then arched an eyebrow at Alec. “So, which female?”
Alec groaned. “Max.”
Sam started laughing. “Good lord, no wonder you looked so pissed off when you walked in.”
“I just had to ride my motorcycle across the city and through two sector checkpoints with a raging case of blue balls brought on by the one female I can’t have. How pissed off would you be?” Alec pointed out. Then he lit up with a mischievous grin. “Y’know, she’s the one in heat, but I’m the one who got laid. Betcha she’s gonna smell you on me tomorrow. Or for the whole week. That’s gonna piss her off so bad.”
“You know that a frustrated, horny female won’t think twice about killing you if you point that out? Especially Max.”
“Eh, so what else is new?” Alec shrugged, then yawned. He snuggled closer to Sam, slinging a leg over his hip and resting one hand on Sam’s bicep.
“Cuddly kitty,” Sam muttered, voice thick with amusement. But he put his arms around Alec, closing the last inch between them and burying his nose in his hair for a light kiss.
“Shuddup ‘fore I haveta kill you,” Alec murmured. Then, warm, comfortable, ensconced in Sam’s arms and completely fucked out, he fell asleep.
Drawing a deep breath of damp, smog-filled air as he stomped his way out of the apartment building and towards his motorcycle, he tried to will his body back under control. He was a genetically-enhanced, well-trained assassin; control was something he should have in spades. But no. All it took was one whiff of her, and all his control flew straight out the proverbial window.
“Damn it, Max,” he hissed as he caught the faint scent of her pheromones still stubbornly clinging to his jacket, his body, to the very air swirling around him. “Why the hell didn’t you warn me you were in heat?”
Despite himself, his body reacted, feline DNA driving primal instincts buried deep, making his blood thrum and his cock ache. He wanted - oh, how he wanted - well, anything, really, tight and hot around his dick, to soothe the burning need flaring through him. The cat inside him clamored for him to dash back up those stairs, bust in her door, shove Original Cindy and her meddling lesbian ass aside, and show that uptight female exactly what an alpha male could do. He could almost feel her around him, hear her whimpers and cries, how good it would feel to make her . . .
This was the one time he really hated his particular revved-up DNA cocktail.
Gasping for breath and tenuously hanging on to some semblance of control, he managed to climb uncomfortably on his bike, sitting gingerly in the seat as he kicked it to life. The rumble of the motorcycle beneath him was damn near unbearable, but he gritted his teeth. Wiping at the sweat beading on his forehead, he tried to even out his panting breaths, wanting control. Well, his mind wanted control. The rest of him wasn’t that picky.
Gunning the engine dragged out a ragged groan at the mixed pleasure/pain as the vibrations traveled straight to his balls, but it also got him away from her, cold wind whipping his overheated skin. That was a good thing, even if his dick didn’t think so. Whatever Max might think of him, that wasn’t his primary thinking head. If it was, he’d still be up in her apartment, in her bedroom . . . The sooner he got far, far away from her, the better. Home was good. Home to locked doors, cold showers, and some pretense of sanity.
Thank whatever deity available for Original Cindy, who had taken one look at Alec and the way Max was looking at him, and promptly shoved him out the door and slammed it in his face before he could do anything they’d all regret. Yes, Max was hot, and willing (right now), and Alec had no doubt she’d be a fantastic bed partner. But if he thought the mornings after his one night stands were awkward, they were nothing in comparison to what would happen if he slept with her. Mornings that started with bruises and bloodshed were never good, and that was only if she was too tired out to just kill him outright for taking advantage of her heat (despite his having about as much control over his reaction as she did hers). Alec wanted something less likely to cause grievous bodily injury.
Besides, having sex with someone he saw as a sister was a little too fucked up even for him.
It felt like forever before he zipped into the hidden garage area behind his apartment building. Unlike Max, who had to haul her motorcycle up several flights of stairs to her apartment, Alec could park at ground level safely. No one would dare touch his bike down here - he’d taken great pains to make sure of that. Sliding into his preferred spot, he nearly groaned as the cessation of the motor was both a relief and almost painful withdrawal of stimulation. It took a few more deep breaths before he could steady himself enough to swing his leg carefully over the bike and dismount.
Walking was slightly tricky, cock throbbing angrily in his jeans, objecting to the reality of a five finger shuffle rather than finding a warm willing body to sink in. He had briefly entertained the notion of finding someone else - either one of his many girlfriends, or maybe a hooker - but reluctantly nixed that idea after logic barely won the battle with his hormones. He was too out of control to restrain himself, which would lead to the all-too real possibly of hurting someone else. Normal females just weren’t built to take the unleashed power of an X-5 in heat. He wasn’t willing to risk it.
Eyeing the stairs in trepidation, Alec debated taking the elevator, but knowing its propensity to break down and strand people between floors for a few hours, he grudgingly started up the stairs. Uncomfortable as it was, he really, really wasn’t in the mood to climb cables, and jacking off in an elevator was just too gross for him.
With every painful step, he cursed Max for giving him the worst case of blue balls in the history of ever.
Once he hit the last step to his floor, he breathed out a hitched sigh of relief and leaned his forehead against the wall very briefly before he straightened up, rubbing the grime off with a muttered curse. The door loomed in front of him, salvation or at least refuge within. And a box of tissues. Of course, then his key had to get stuck in the lock, and it took a few wiggles, tugs, and hissed curses and a thought of just bashing it open before the lock gave and he stumbled into his apartment.
Immediately he stripped off his jacket and threw it into the far corner of the room, wanting the scent-soaked material far away from him, almost sweating from the heat coursing through him. Okay, kitchen first for a shot of some of his good stash to take the edge off, then a little tension release before heading for a cold, cold shower. Damn Max for providing such a lovely evening for him.
Alec had just poured two fingers of scotch when he caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. He whirled, heart pounding in surprise; was he really so distracted as to miss an intruder? Eyes immediately zeroed in on the figure just rising from his sofa, taking in the book abandoned on the cushion and the lamp shining merrily over his shoulder.
His highly sharpened sense of smell identified the intruder first, and suddenly Alec’s evening was looking a whole lot better.
“Hey Alec,” Sam grinned, all dimples, ducking his head a bit sheepishly so bright eyes twinkled behind bangs. “You weren’t home, and I wasn’t sure when you were gonna be back, so I thought I’d wait inside rather than staking out your apartment. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Oh thank god,” Alec blurted, leaving the glass abandoned on the counter as he crossed the room so fast he almost blurred. Before Sam even knew what hit him, Alec had shoved him back down onto the sofa, climbed into his lap, and fused their mouths together.
Sam froze, mouth open in surprise, which just allowed Alec to lick inside and taste deeper, groaning as his senses were suddenly filled with Sam. Sam’s hands had come up defensively, then resettled on Alec’s shoulders as he got with the program and returned the kiss enthusiastically. When Alec finally backed off to grab a breath, Sam panted out, “Not that I mind, but what’s with the welcome?”
Alec growled, hands tangling in Sam’s hair. “Talk later. Fuck now.”
Sam shrugged and hauled Alec back in for a sizzling kiss, tongues tangling as they lapped at each other’s mouths. Alec squirmed, cock rubbing against Sam’s stomach as he felt the answering surge of Sam’s dick under his ass. Oh, this was what he wanted, needed. It was perfect.
Hands clumsy with arousal, Alec managed to get both their flies open, pulling their cocks out to say hello. Shuddering with sensation, he tried to press closer into the heat of Sam, the smell of them overriding the last lingering traces of Max. Sam growled his approval, one hand on the back of Alec’s neck, fingers petting over his barcode, the other trailing down to wrap around both of their erections.
It was too much; Alec had been too worked up for too long. After only two strokes he was coming, whimpering into Sam’s mouth as warm jizz splashed over Sam’s hand and cock, the release almost painful. Sam broke their kiss with a little chuckle, equal parts amused, disbelieving, puzzled, and aroused. Alec could feel himself blushing - so much for the legendary transgenic stamina. But hey, extenuating circumstances.
Sam nosed at his hot cheek. “Thought you could go longer than that,” he huffed, laughter threaded through his voice.
“That? That was just to take the edge off.” Alec forced himself to flash his usual cocky smirk, aided by the fact that he was still hard in Sam’s hand. “Tell ya later. Right now,” Alec pushed backwards to slide off Sam’s lap, Sam reluctant to let him go until he realized what Alec had planned. With a positively lewd slither down Sam’s body, Alec settled between his knees, breathing hot over his cock.
Sam groaned, one hand fisting on his thigh as the other landed on Alec’s head, threading through the longer strands on top. Alec took a second to look at the picture in front of him - long body stretched out, clothes rumpled, muscles taut over flushed skin. Sam’s eyes glittered as he watched hungrily, waiting for Alec to make his move. He wasn’t about to disappoint. Licking his lips and inhaling deeply of the scent of Sam and him combined on sweaty skin, Alec leaned forward and swallowed him down.
Sam’s hand clenched tight in his hair in time with the sharp hiss, but then loosened and rubbed almost apologetically. Alec didn’t care; he just loved the feel of Sam’s huge hand on him, guiding him as the thick cock stretched his lips wide and slid over his tongue. Pulling back, he nuzzled and licked at the traces of himself on Sam’s skin, tastebuds exploding as he washed him clean, including the thick beads bubbling up through the slit.
“Don’t tease,” Sam grunted, hand leaving his thigh to brush over Alec’s cheek.
Just for that, Alec gave the head one hard suck then pulled back to smirk up at Sam, lips already swollen and shiny with spit and precome. “Don’t worry. I’m just getting started.” Covering his teeth, he lowered his head again, slowly letting Sam drive deeper into his mouth until the head was bumping the back of his throat. Swallowing around it, Alec bobbed his head once, twice, then paused.
Sam got the hint and thrust up shallowly, testing. Alec rode it out, encouraging, using his tongue and lips as best he could until Sam let go of his restraint and started thrusting in earnest, low strangled moans ripping from his throat. The fingers in his hair tightened, holding him in place in a manner that was strangely comforting. Alec purred in response, and felt the answering squirt of precome slick over his tongue.
“Yeah, that’s it, take it. Take it all. Goddamn, love your mouth.” Sam was staring at him, eyes wide and fixed on the way his cock disappeared past Alec’s lips, thumb rubbing Alec’s cheek before sliding in alongside his cock to stretch his mouth tighter. “Cocksucker lips - so goddamn pretty. Made for this, made to suck me down, so fuckin’ beautiful. Shit, Alec.”
Alec moaned at the filth spilling from Sam’s mouth, loving the feel of Sam’s cock filling his mouth, of Sam fucking his face. While one hand was busy playing with Sam’s balls, the other dropped down to yank at his own cock, still hard and needy peeking out of his jeans. He had to close his eyes, to lose himself in the feel of it, in the sheer lust sparking through them both, hormones screaming for moremoremore.
Sam grunted in warning, neck tendons standing out taut as he tried to hold back. Alec wasn’t having it. He backed off until Sam’s thumb slid free with an obscene pop, until just the head was between his lips and sucked hard, tonguing the slit. With a shout Sam flooded Alec’s mouth, thrusting jerkily as his cock twitched and spurted. Purring happily, Alec swallowed as much as he could, feeling dribbles slip out and run down his chin as he lapped at Sam’s softening cock like spilled milk.
As soon as Sam started breathing again, he hauled Alec up off the floor and back into his lap. Alec went happily, sharing Sam’s taste between them as he rubbed against him, nerves sparking but less insistently than before, breathing deep of pheromone-laden air. Sam petted his shoulders and back, kneading the muscle before latching onto Alec’s hips, stopping their wiggle. Alec whimpered, then bit it back when he saw the blaze in Sam’s eyes and smirked instead.
“Bedroom. Now,” Sam rasped.
Alec complied instantly, rolling off Sam and stripping off his shirt before grabbing Sam’s collar to haul him to his feet. Sam almost stumbled, but caught himself and wrapped one hand around the back of Alec’s neck, bringing his face up for another hard kiss even as he manhandled Alec backwards, both of them staggering gracelessly into the bedroom.
“Lose the shirts before I rip ‘em off you,” Alec hissed against Sam’s mouth as he kicked off his shoes. In response, Sam nipped his lower lip teasingly, planted a hand on his chest and pushed Alec back onto the bed. Alec hit the mattress with a thump, grinning as he watched Sam make quick work of his many layers, the cloth rustling as it was flung away carelessly. He had just enough time to kick off the last of his own clothes and grab the lube from the bedside drawer before Sam pounced, springs squealing under the abrupt weight as the long, muscled body covered Alec’s and Sam’s mouth crashed down on his.
Chest to chest, skin to skin, heat to heat - Alec’s senses were drowning in Sam, driving him higher with every touch, every breath. He knew that he was stronger than Sam; he could use his genetically enhanced strength to throw the other man off him in a heartbeat. But Sam could fight back, manhandle him in ways few others could, take whatever Alec threw out and give it right back. Alec was an alpha male among other transgenics, but Sam, Ordinary though he was, had a presence that had Alec’s primal instincts begging to roll over, show his belly and salute the alpha.
Sam reared back for a moment, panting, and Alec rumbled his displeasure, leaning up to scrape his teeth against the dark ink on Sam’s chest, tasting sweat and musk and the distinct curl of Sam’s pheromones. Sam made a noise of approval, cupping the back of Alec’s head to hold him there, fingers drifting down to rub Alec’s barcode. Alec shivered - Sam fucking knew how sensitive that was, and liked to use it to his advantage. Too bad Sam’s tattoo wasn’t quite that responsive, but he enjoyed it just fine when Alec mouthed at it, putting his own mark over it, blood-dark blotch dead center of the pentagram.
Viciously pleased, Alec kneaded at the biceps bracketing him as he drifted further up and bit over the ridge of Sam’s collarbone, earning himself a growl. Then Sam scratched his fingernail over the lines in Alec’s skin, sending white-hot jolts through him. Breaking off with a gasp, Alec arched into the touch, hips rocking against Sam as his cock rode the crease of Sam’s thigh. Sam thrust back, solid weight both arousing and comforting as he mouthed along Alec’s jawline, lips and teeth sending more sparks through him to join the ones coming from his cock.
Alec squirmed, freeing his legs from under Sam’s weight and planting his feet on the bed for better leverage. Almost, but not quite . . . he hooked one leg around Sam’s hip, forcing their groins tighter together, nearly purring as the friction on his cock increased. There, much better. Now he could feel the searing line of Sam’s erection next to his, lower bodies rubbing together in a sweat-slicked glide. Alec writhed, gasping softly, cock smearing slippery trails on both their abs.
Sam grinned down at him for a moment before leaning his weight fully down on Alec, driving a soft grunt from the smaller man as his hands stroked down Alec’s arms. Taking his wrists in a firm hold, Sam tugged his arms above his head and pinned them to the bed with one hand, teeth raking at his throat before latching on to give what would be an impressive love bite by morning.
Shuddering in his grip, Alec bared his throat and bucked his hips, whining low with want. “Sam, please . . .”
“Please, what?” Sam growled, the vibrations reverberating through their chests. The sound slammed one of Alec’s buttons and he whimpered as his cock jerked.
“More,” he gasped. “Please, damn it, fuck me!”
Sam grinned, feral-bright and triumphant, and suddenly Alec found himself being flipped onto his stomach, cheek pressed into the soft pillow while Sam’s weight pressed down again, cock riding the cleft of his ass. Alec arched back into it, groaning at the tease as Sam chuckled in his ear.
“Not yet,” he whispered, tongue tracing the shell of Alec’s ear. “I wanna taste you first.”
Hands slithered down to his hips, hauling him up on his knees as Sam sat back on his haunches between Alec’s legs. Alec kept his face on the pillow even as he spread his legs wide, wordlessly and shamelessly begging. He felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that in any other place, with anybody else, would have him fighting back, either with his fists or smart-aleck mouth. Here, with Sam’s molten gaze on his ass promising so much, he had to bite back a whimper from the sizzling jolt of anticipation thrilling his nerves.
Sam trailed his lips down the bumps of Alec’s spine, fingers stroking and petting over skin, teasing his inner thighs and hollows of his hips. Alec wriggled, and was rewarded with a sharp bite at the base of his spine, which was quickly soothed by a warm tongue, the sensation making his dick jerk leak against his stomach.
Sam’s hot breath ghosted over his skin as he laid down a pattern of bites and sucking kisses over Alec’s ass, slowly spiraling inwards. Alec found himself tensing, waiting, anticipating; the first touch of tongue on his hole brought a rush of such dizzying pleasure he moaned out loud, then immediately bit his lip to keep silent, not wanting any more of the embarrassing sounds gathering in his throat to be given voice. Sam licked again, firmer, then blew, cool air over moist skin drawing another bitten-off groan.
“Nuh uh. I wanna hear you,” Sam rumbled, nuzzling the soft skin. Another lick, then Sam latched his mouth over the hole and sucked, teeth grazing the soft skin briefly before he jabbed his tongue in, the tightly furled ring giving way. Alec mewled, trying to hump back on Sam’s face, wanting more. And Sam gave him more, licking him open and wet; each lap, suck, nip, and push rewarded with whimpers and moans of pleasure.
Suddenly Sam’s fingers were on his lips, and he eagerly sucked them in, working his tongue around to the same rhythm as Sam’s, glad to have something in his mouth. He almost whined in complaint when those fingers withdrew, but the next second they were probing in alongside Sam’s tongue, reaching deep. Panting, Alec buried his face in the pillow, resisting the urge to bite it, feeling the sweat beading along his nape and sliding down the sides of his neck as he let Sam in.
Sparks flashed in his eyes and he yelped as an intense burn of pleasure sizzled through him. Sam pressed that spot again, and Alec whimpered, trembling, cock aching and balls fit to burst. Sam worked his fingers around again, the stretching burn fading quickly in the face of shocky ecstasy and bone-deep need. More, more, he needed more of that. Needed more of Sam, deep inside him, claiming him, owning him.
“More,” he whispered, breath too short for anything more.
“More?” Sam withdrew, and Alec heard the click of a cap and a splurt of lube, then three slick fingers pressed in, scissoring as he twisted his wrist. Alec swallowed hard, panting as he clenched around the fingers, feeling them stroke and pet before nudging his prostate again. He rocked back onto them, matching Sam’s thrusts so they pushed deeper, harder. Sam lapped over the stretched rim, easing the friction as his fingers tugged soft skin, curling his tongue just inside.
“More!” Alec insisted. Fingers were fine and all, but it wasn’t enough. He craved to have Sam’s cock in him, hot and thick and strong, filling him so full he couldn’t think. He gathered enough of himself together to choke out, “Goddamn it, Sam, fuck me!”
“Pushy bottom,” Sam muttered, fingers twisting one last time before disappearing. Alec couldn’t stop the small moan of loss, ass clenching at the sudden emptiness even as he felt Sam shifting behind him, coating his cock with more lube. Then pressure against his entrance, the smooth head teasing at the ring as Sam draped himself over Alec’s back. “Gonna fuck you senseless,” he growled in his ear, threat and promise both.
Without hesitation, Sam’s teeth sank into Alec’s barcode as his cock shoved deep into Alec’s ass. Alec’s eyes rolled back in his head as he yelled, pain and pleasure bursting through him so intensely he would have come if not from Sam’s hand clamping down at the base of his cock. He subsided with a pained whine, shivering, clawing back from the edge. Sam held them both still, gasping for breath as he fought for control. Alec could feel his pounding heartbeat against his back and in his ass, cock throbbing in intimate time.
What felt like an eternity later, Sam hitched his hips, shifting and thrusting shallowly, testing. Alec thrust back against him, and they quickly found a rhythm together. Each drag of Sam’s cock over his rim built up the heat inside him, aided by the hand still on his dick and the mouth latched on to his barcode. Distantly he heard the sounds, husky whines and hitched gasps, and it took him a bit to realize they were coming from him. Then Sam started talking, low honey-whiskey sexass voice right in his ear, and he forgot all about them.
“Fuck, Alec, so tight, so hot. Gorgeous like this, so goddamn gorgeous wrapped around my cock, taking it, begging for it. Fuckin’ love you like this. All mine.” A grunt, roll of the hips, and the head of his cock rammed directly into Alec’s prostate. “Oughta keep you like this, all stretched out, hungry for it. So fuckin’ hot, Alec, you’ve no idea -“
Sam gave his barcode a final sharp nip like a brand then sat up, eliciting a whine as cooler air wafted over sweat-slicked skin where they’d been pressed together. Large hands gripped Alec’s hips tight enough to leave bruises, tugging him up higher as Sam shifted then plunged deep, feeling buried up to his heart, the new angle allowing him to hit that sweet spot on every stroke. Alec bucked back against him with a cry, knowing he sounded like a cat in heat and not giving a shit. Not when it felt this damn good.
Sam fucked him with deep, powerful thrusts, rocking them both across the bed. Alec fisted the sheets, scrabbling for purchase, then put one hand on the wall above his head to brace himself. That was better. He let his head droop, baring his neck in submission, loving the feel of Sam deep inside, wanting him, owning him, moulding his ass around his pounding cock until Alec was an extension of Sam, lines blurred as pleasure burned between them.
One finger brushed the head of his cock and that was it. His ass clamped down, making Sam’s cock feel even bigger than it already was and driving a grunt from the bigger man as he thrust again into that vice. The orgasm hit Alec with the force of a transgenic freight train, leaving him breathless and shaking as his cock pumped out copious strings of come onto the sheets below. His blood sang, nerves sizzling as Sam kept fucking him, drawing it out until Alec thought he would pass out from the over-stimulation.
Sam let out a low moan, cock jerking, then he came in a rush, each squirt against his insides like a brand, indelibly imprinting Sam into Alec. With a jolt Alec’s sex-drunk brain suddenly caught onto the fact that they’d forgotten the condom. Eh, more messy than concerning, really. Besides, the hot glide of slick come around the cock inside him just felt too damn good for him to care at the moment.
They stayed like that for a long moment, fighting rubbery muscles to just breathe. Eventually Sam groaned and pulled back and out, coming free with a lewd squelch. Alec let his trembling legs relax and flopped down on the bed, uncaring of the wet spot as fatigue quickly followed the down surge of adrenaline. Sam sprawled out next to him, sweat-soaked hair plastered to his face as he blew out a long breath.
Rolling his head, Sam looked over at him. “You okay?” His hand reached out, tracing the teeth marks, the faint bruises on Alec’s hips, before caressing over his ass to dip his fingers into the still loose hole, now dripping come.
“M’okay,” Alec mumbled, shifting at the touch. “Think ya fucked me dead.”
Sam grinned, tips of two fingers playing with Alec’s ass, smearing a mix of come and lube into the skin. It felt nice, even with the lingering ache, but there was no way in hell he was getting it up again without a nap first. Alec hummed low in his throat, closing his eyes with a content smile.
“Hey,” Sam leaned over to nudge his cheek with his nose. “We fucked. Now talk.”
“Why?” Alec whined with a pout. “Sleep first. Talk later.”
Sam chuckled and licked over Alec’s lips in a soft kiss. “Tell me now,” he whispered, then sucked Alec’s lower lip between his. “Sleep all you want after.”
“Fine.” Alec sighed, forcing his brain cells to regroup in order to answer. “How much you know ‘bout feline mating cycles?”
“Pretty much nothing. Why?”
“’bout three or four times a year, females go into heat.” Sam nodded in understanding. “They crave sex, and lots of it. Hormones go wacky. When they do, they start dumping out pheromones to attract males.”
“Ahhh,” Sam immediately caught on. “Which makes the males crave sex just as much. Increases the chances of copulation.” He thought it over for a second, then arched an eyebrow at Alec. “So, which female?”
Alec groaned. “Max.”
Sam started laughing. “Good lord, no wonder you looked so pissed off when you walked in.”
“I just had to ride my motorcycle across the city and through two sector checkpoints with a raging case of blue balls brought on by the one female I can’t have. How pissed off would you be?” Alec pointed out. Then he lit up with a mischievous grin. “Y’know, she’s the one in heat, but I’m the one who got laid. Betcha she’s gonna smell you on me tomorrow. Or for the whole week. That’s gonna piss her off so bad.”
“You know that a frustrated, horny female won’t think twice about killing you if you point that out? Especially Max.”
“Eh, so what else is new?” Alec shrugged, then yawned. He snuggled closer to Sam, slinging a leg over his hip and resting one hand on Sam’s bicep.
“Cuddly kitty,” Sam muttered, voice thick with amusement. But he put his arms around Alec, closing the last inch between them and burying his nose in his hair for a light kiss.
“Shuddup ‘fore I haveta kill you,” Alec murmured. Then, warm, comfortable, ensconced in Sam’s arms and completely fucked out, he fell asleep.