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“We can't keep meeting like this.”
“You think I don’t know that? We shouldn't even be meeting at all! If the others found out about this—”
“Poor little Jack, still worried about what others think of him.”
“I’m not worried about what others will think, Gabriel, I’m worried about what the remains of Overwatch would do to me if they found out I’ve been screwing around with a Talon terrorist on a weekly basis!” Soldier 76 was frantically pacing around the dimly lit room, a nervous habit he hadn't been able to drop from his days as Strike Commander. The repetitive pattern of his footsteps echoed off the concrete floor, the only sound filling the frigid night air.
“Do you ever stop worrying? That's probably why you went grey so early,” Reaper commented nonchalantly. He was in the middle of trying to undo the clasps to his mask, and the sound of Jack’s pacing was starting to get on his nerves.
“I think it’s a valid worry. I’m supposed to be taking you in for questioning, not doing whatever it is we’re doing!”
“Fuck that. This is the one time a week where we’re actually not trying to kill each other,” Reaper offered. “Can’t you just enjoy a good, casual fuck every once in a while?” After a couple of minutes, the mask clasps finally came undone. Reaper pulled the mask over his head and set it near his folded cloak and boots.
“We’re in an abandoned storage locker, Reyes, excuse me if romance isn't exactly in the air right now.”
Reaper sighed. He found that he did that with increasing frequency whenever Morrison—Soldier 76, whatever the fuck he was calling himself—was around. The man could get on his nerves like nobody’s business. Always had. “How is this any different than the closed parking garage we fucked in last week, or in that construction site the week before?”
“It’s not different, but…”
“Exactly. It's not different.” Jack had stopped pacing, finally, and had instead turned to prodding at a rock on the ground with his boot. Like a timid fucking schoolgirl, Reaper thought to himself, but about thirty years older and not nearly as cute. Reaper liked watching him unravel in moments like this. How quickly he could turn from an overly cautious soldier to moaning on his cock all in the span of thirty minutes. The moments where he was humiliated were his favorite. The way the heat rose in his face, hidden by the countless scars that he himself had probably inflicted. The way he refused to make eye contact, a shell of his former confident self. It was those moments that Reaper lived for, and he often went out of his way to make them happen.
“Come here. And take off that shitty mask; I can't see your face.”
“That's the point.” Soldier 76 sniffed indignantly, but took the visor off and gingerly set it to the side anyway. He made no inclination of moving towards the other man.
Reaper growled. “I said, come here .”
“I heard what you said. Make me.”
“For fuck’s sake.” In an instant, Reaper was closing the gap between them, pulling Jack into a heated kiss. Gloved talons grabbed fistfuls of greying hair as Reaper crushed their lips together. After several moments Soldier 76 finally pulled away panting, his face flushed. “You’d like that, wouldn't you?” Reaper growled lowly in his ear. “If I just made you do whatever I wanted.” He pushed 76 away. “Get on your knees for me.”
“Or else what?” Soldier 76 glanced up, daring to make eye contact, a knowing smirk on his face.
“Or else I’ll bind your wrists and fuck you until you learn to listen.”
“Sounds tempting.” His knee popped in protest as the vigilante did as he was told, lowering to his knees and sidling closer to the other man. He began undoing the myriad of belts in front of him. “You know, this process would go a lot faster if you didn't feel the need to wear four belts.”
“I have a lot of guns to carry.” His hand moved to the back of 76’s head, urging him to hurry.
“You just think it looks cool.” Soldier 76 shucked his pants down to the middle of his thighs and palmed at Reaper’s bulge through his briefs. Of course he would still be wearing briefs after all this time. Though 76 supposed it would be difficult to wear boxers with those leather pants in the first place. He pulled out Reaper’s hardening cock, giving it a few hesitant squeezes before drawing his tongue up the underside.
Reaper shuddered as 76 began slavering around his cock, licking at the head, outright refusing to put the damn thing in his mouth no matter how insistently he nudged. What he was doing with his tongue felt nice, but he longed to fuck the former commander’s mouth instead. Reaper was never one for games, and judging by the way Morrison arrogantly smirked when he made eye contact, yeah, he was definitely playing a game.
Reaper cupped Jack’s jaw, gently pulling him away, before pushing him onto his back and onto the ground. The wraith was on him in an instant, sitting back on his knees and taking advantage of the surprised gasp from Jack’s mouth to stuff it with his cock. Morrison was rigid at first, and Reaper wondered if he had read him wrong. But the vigilante slowly melted into it. He began to lightly bob his head the best he could under Reaper’s weight, and Reaper thought that he was going to explode then and there. He leaned over the soldier and began to thrust into into his mouth. Soldier 76 let out a small indignant noise but laid back and took it anyway.
“Ffff–yeah…” Reaper grabbed another fistful of silver hair, thrusting down deep. He could feel Morrison’s throat clenching around his girth, choking on him. He wouldn't deny that he didn't get some enjoyment out of his suffering, a burning resentment that had followed him since his Blackwatch days.
Morrison pushed back hard against Reaper’s hips and coughed. “What the hell?! At least warn me before you do that!
Reaper smirked. “Sorry.” He wasn't. “Got caught in the moment.”
“Yeah, right.” Morrison wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and sat up.
Reaper pressed a chaste kiss to the side of his mouth, whispered, “I’ll make it up to you, Jack ,” into his ear as he pulled away.
“Yeah? And how do you plan on doing that, Gabe ?”
“Mmm, we’ll just have to see, won't we?” Reaper pulled the zipper to Soldier 76’s leather jacket down and shrugged him out of it. The blue and white jacket was incredibly tacky, Reaper thought. It was something Captain America would wear, one of those old-school superheroes. Tacky, but oddly fitting for Jack Morrison—America’s patriotic golden boy. Disgusting. He tossed it off to the side and went for his belt. Something bright yellow lodged in the belt straps caught his eye. “What’s that?” Reaper asked, tilting his head inquisitively.
Soldier 76 glanced down at his belt. “What, this?” He pulled one of the small canisters out. “I can’t go telling you all of my secrets, can I?”
“Fair enough.” Reaper gingerly took it from his hand, inspecting it. It looked similar to a grenade, but more cylindrical. “This is that device that Angela was working on, isn’t it? I think Moira has started working on something pretty similar.” He pressed down on the side lever, and a wave of yellow light washed over them, filling him with an odd sense of warmth. It made his whole body tingle. “Huh.” He tossed it to the side as the mechanism shut off.
“Careful with that!” Jack scrabbled a hand out to try and soften the impact, but it clattered to the ground anyway, rolling away. “Damn it.”
“Sorry.”
It wasn’t the first time Reaper had apologized that evening; he was starting to think that maybe– maybe– he didn't actually feel all that bad about it. “Just take the rest of your clothes off and let’s do this already!”
“My my, so impatient.”
“Because I'm tired of your crap? Yeah.”
Reaper growled. “I think I'll keep them on, just for that little comment.” And the claws. “Turn over, onto your stomach.”
Jack did as he was told for once, taking off his pants and boxers as he flipped over. The floor was cold against his bare skin; they needed to start meeting in places with carpeted floors, he thought to himself.
Reaper’s gloved hands were on him in an instant, running over every inch of his body, under his shirt and over each twisted scar, over the rise and fall of the muscles in his back. The vigilante really was quite attractive even in his older years, in an unconventional way. What he lacked in typical beauty, he made up for in rugged handsomeness. His hands lowered to Jack’s ass, giving it a few squeezes before Reaper was reaching for one of his discarded belts. He decided on one of the slimmer leather ones and dragged it over. “Hands out over your head.” Soldier 76 obliged, growling warily as Reaper grabbed his wrists and began looping the belt around them.
The vigilante gave a preliminary tug to his bindings; they held tight. Every part of him was screaming that this was not safe; he was vulnerable and exposed with his hands bound like this. If he wanted to, Reaper could kill him point blank and he wouldn't even have the time to react. Oddly enough, however, he trusted the wraith during their little sessions together. Jack figured that he could probably break out of the bondage if need be, anyway. Instead, he just sighed and submitted to it.
Reaper took a moment to admire the sight in front of him: Jack Morrison, half naked and bound to his mercy. All pale skin and scars with a tight body just begging to be wrecked. Yeah, he liked the sound of that. The wraith reached for another belt, this one slightly thicker and wider than the last. Lazily, he dragged the end without the buckle over 76’s exposed back and over his ass. He watched as the prominent muscles in his back tensed at the contact.
“I hope you're not hoping to hit me with that,” Jack rasped, his breathing becoming more ragged.
“I am.” And he cracked the belt down hard onto his lower back.
“Shit!” Soldier 76 jumped at the sudden impact. His back burned where the leather had bit into his skin. “What the hell?”
Reaper brought the belt down again, over the same spot. A welt was beginning to form on 76’s back, angry and red. “What, did that hurt, Commander?”
“Yes!” 76 hissed as he was hit again. His eyes were beginning to water from the pain. His whole back felt like it was on fire.
“Let me hear that pretty mouth ask me nicely to stop, then.” Another smack of the belt, this time on his ass.
Soldier 76 yelped again. “God damn! Stop it!”
Reaper purred. “I didn't hear a please in there.” It was cathartic, he had to admit, being able to take out his frustration on the soldier like this. It was also extremely erotic seeing him like this—face in the ground and oh-so-vulnerable just for him. A rare sight.
“Ah—please stop!”
“That's more like it. I like hearing you beg.” He gave one last thwack to his ass before tossing the belt off to the side again. He leaned in to growl in 76’s ear. “Why don't you ask me nicely for what you really want?” Reaper pulled 76’s hips up until he was in his knees, slipping a gloved hand under him to tease his cock. Despite the thrashings, he was still rock hard. Oh, Reaper thought with a grin, he’s totally into this.
Good.
Reaper began to slowly pump his cock, reveling in the small noises 76 was beginning to make. “Tell me what you want, Jack.”
“Nn—” 76 was thrusting into Reaper’s hand by that point. “Fuck—I want to fuck you!”
Reaper laughed, a low noise in his throat. “That can be arranged.” He tightened his grip around 76. “Or maybe I can just let you keep desperately fucking my hand like this until you come.” The other man was unraveling fast.
Soldier 76’s face was burning; he was mortified that he was letting the terrorist have this kind of effect on his body. He could feel the precum starting to leak from his cock, could feel it smearing on the cool leather as he abashedly fucked his hand with reckless abandon.
With one sharp jerk, 76 freed himself from the leather belt around his wrists. They were red and sore from the effort. He rubbed at the sensitive skin. “Take off your pants,” Soldier 76 commanded gruffly. “I want to fuck you.”
“That's the spirit, Boy Scout.” Reaper smirked, alluring and menacing all at once. Straightening back up, he shed himself of his pants, tossing them nonchalantly to the side. “Where do you want me?”
Soldier 76 paused, thinking. “On your back. I want to look at you while we do this.”
“How sentimental,” Reaper commented dryly, but obliged anyway as he laid down on the floor. Even though his own body temperature was already low, the floor felt like ice against his exposed skin. Not his first choice for positions, but who was he to turn down a good fuck?
76 reached for the terrorist’s discarded pants, tucking them under Reaper’s hips—a small courtesy.
Reaper sneered, “What a gentleman.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.” He was mocking him now, 76 observed, urging him to just get on with it. With pleasure.
Soldier 76 scrabbled for his jacket and pulled out a small bottle of lube from his pocket. He squirted some onto his palm and began slicking up his cock. “You ready for this?” 76 asked, still touching himself. He propped himself up over Reaper, admiring the mosaic of dark scars covering his body.
76 trailed a lube-covered hand down his stomach, ghosting over his engorged member and down to his ass. Without waiting for affirmation he added a finger, then two, carefully stretching him.
Reaper groaned at the pressure. God, he was so impatient. He wished that Morrison would hurry up and just get on with it. One of the pros of being half-dead was that it was fairly hard to hurt him; he didn’t feel pain the same way he used to. All the better for the times he needed to do a quickie and didn't have time to properly prepare. However, Jack, ever the gentleman , would never accept that. Sometimes Reaper thought that Jack enjoyed the agonizingly slow process of warming him up, of making him wait for it.
And then 76 started to thrust his fingers in and out and Reaper thought he was about to die again then and there. He bit his lip at the sensation, wanting him to brush against the spot just there . “Shit, just hurry up and fuck me!”
Soldier 76 chuckled. “Impatient, are we?” It felt nice to turn the tables back around on him. “Let’s give you something bigger, yeah?”
“Yes!” he all but screamed.
76 pulled his fingers out and lined himself up with Reaper’s entrance. With a grunt he pushed in and was hit with a sudden wave of ecstasy. It was warm and wet and fuck , he felt perfect around him. He was watching Reaper’s face, making sure that he wasn’t hurting him. His worries were quickly eased as Reaper’s eyes rolled back and his mouth gaped open in ecstasy as he pushed in deeper.
“Shiiiit…” Reaper groaned as 76 bottomed out in him. It was a tight stretch, but the pain and pleasure together were perfect. And it was even better because it was fucking Jack Morrison filling him like this, making him feel this good. The sheer debauchery of it all was enough to make him want to come on the spot. He resisted though, because there was no way he was going to give the man that satisfaction. “I’m good, Jack. Hurry up and fuck me properly.”
“Whatever you say, princess.” And he pulled out and thrust back in hard. He felt Reaper start at that, clearly not expecting it.He smiled to himself. Gabe had always been more bark than bite, and this was no different. 76 started to pick up the pace.
“Finally…” Reaper groaned. He thought he was going to kill the soldier right then and there had he not actually started fucking him. Patience had never been one of his stronger suits. Reaper raised his hips to meet 76’s own thrusts, scrabbling at his thighs, pining for that extra force. “Fuck,” he spat, “harder! I want to feel this in the morning!”
Never one disappoint, Soldier 76 hooked his arms under Reaper’s legs and let loose, fucking him as hard as the position would allow. He was panting, the noises coming out of Reaper’s mouth and the permission to do whatever he wanted to him starting to become too much.
“Yeah… fuck me! Fill this ass—you feel so fucking good inside me!” Reaper realized he was incomprehensibly rambling at this point, probably louder than he should have, but he wasn’t in a position to care at that moment. His prostate was being hit just right over and over, and it was absolutely perfect.
“Ah—Gabe… I’m gonna—”
“Jack, don't you fucking dare!”
“Shit…! I-I’m sorry!” With a final desperate thrust, 76 finished inside of him. After a few moments of enjoying the bliss, he pulled out of Reaper.
Reaper let out a loud, obviously dissatisfied huff as he pushed himself back up to his knees.
76’s face went red as the severity of the situation finally hit him. “Damn, I’m sorry Gabe.” He rubbed a hand at the back of his neck. “Let me finish you—”
“Don't worry about it. But see if I ever let you fuck me again.” He pressed his hands to his face, trying to come down from the earlier high.
“Seriously, let me jerk you off or something!” The words sounded foreign on his lips; he had never really been all that great at dirty talk, especially with all the vulgar colloquialisms that came with it. He was lucky if he could squeeze in the occasional “fuck” (Gabe had once made fun of him for a whole night because he had said the phrase “make love.”)
“It’s fine.” Reaper looked down at the ground before shifting his gaze back to Jack, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “I’m not quite done with you anyway.” With one swift motion, Reaper burst forward to grab something from behind 76, pushing him back down in the process. He forcefully pressed their lips together, using his other hand to activate the device. A warm yellow light enveloped the two once more.
76 said something, probably along the lines of calling him an idiot, but his words were muffled by the dark lips on his own. He managed to wrench his head free and glanced at whatever it was Reaper had used; it was the biotic field that had been tossed to the floor.
“Why did you do that?” 76 sputtered incredulously. “Do you know how long these things take to recharge?!” He scrabbled a hand out to try and turn it off, but Reaper grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the floor.
“I have my reasons,” Reaper responded, a curious quirk to his voice. Still pinning 76’s wrist, he began trailing a line of kisses from his throat down towards his belly.
The lips on his skin were surprisingly cold. His breath was even worse, a sharp contrast against his own heated skin. It took all of his willpower not to recoil from his touch. The light from the biotic field helped, a warming presence despite the frigid assault on his skin. 76 stilled as Reaper finally released his arm and lowered to his hips.
“My, my—what do we have here, Commander Morrison ?”
“Don't call me that.” Soldier 76 craned his neck to get a look at what Reaper was talking about, but whatever it was was obscured by the other man’s head. He felt him grin against his skin.
“Hard already?”
“What?” 76 pushed Reaper away enough to glance down; sure enough, his length was fully erect again, reaching up towards his belly. “Well. That normally doesn't happen.”
“What doesn't, you getting erections like a pathetic teenager? And it's only been a few minutes. You must be eager.”
He pushed him again. 76 could feel the heat rising to his face again. “Shut up.”
“Maybe I can help with that…” And Reaper wrapped his mouth around him.
“Shit!” 76 jumped. It felt like electricity was rushing through his body every time Reaper licked and sucked at him; he was still far too sensitive for this! “Too sensitive—I still need more time!”
“Tough.” He licked up the base, giving special attention to the head when he reached the end. It was entertaining (and pretty hot, he wasn't going to lie) watching Jack desperately squirm in agony like this. Yeah, he could get used to this.
76 grabbed at Reaper’s head in an attempt to stop him. He tried to string together a line of insults at the wraith, but it came out as a series of whines instead. But his whole body was on fire and he didn’t care. Hell, he probably deserved this for finishing early, knowing he probably would have done the same to him. 76 drew in a shaky breath and gritted his teeth through the discomfort as Reaper took him in his mouth again.
Reaper finally let up after a few more seconds of torment. “Stay.” It was more of a command than a request.
76 obliged with a curious quirk of his eyebrow, not wanting Reaper to pay any more attention to his already engorged cock. He continued to lay on the cold pavement as Reaper rose into a crouch, wishing he still had his jacket on to serve as a barrier between him and the ground.
Such an obedient dog. Reaper smiled inwardly and trailed his hands along the inside of 76’s pale thighs. “I’m going to ride you, and you're not going to stop me until I finish this time. Understood?”
“I don't remember agreeing to this plan.”
“Are you defying me?” Reaper ran a hand back up his chest, to rest menacingly against his throat. It was an empty threat with empty words; he wasn’t going to force himself on the other man if he really didn't want to.
76 swallowed hard, and nodded his head slightly. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous, yet intrigued by the idea of Gabriel riding him.
“Good.” Reaper lightly slapped Jack’s face for reassurance before moving down to straddle his hips. He leaned forward and pressed their lips together again while lining himself up with his entrance. He sank down onto his length and moaned, deep and throaty, into 76’s mouth and began moving his hips.
It felt all too good and agonizing all at once, and Jack was conflicted about whether he wanted to throw Gabe off or grab his hips and fuck into him harder. He chose the latter option and dug his fingers into his thick hips and thrust up. Reaper let out a startled gasp at the extra contact, but leaned forward so that Jack could reach him easier.
76 looked up at Reaper, trying to make eye contact with the wraith as he pleasured himself on his cock. The exposed parts of his body glowed with heated exertion, his breath becoming more and more ragged. He opened his eyes and briefly looked down at 76, his eyes half-lidded with lust. Something about the way Jack was looking at him held him there in his blue eyes, making everything feel all the more passionate.
“Fuck! I’m close…”
“Yeah? Me too.”
Reaper leaned further forward to press his mouth to 76’s ear, refusing to stop moving his hips. “Close to coming again already? Didn’t you,” he grunted, “already have your turn?” He tried to hiss out the words, but it came out much hoarser than he’d have liked. He could feel the warm pressure of his orgasm quickly building up in the pit of his stomach.
Rather than acknowledging him with a reply, 76 growled and tightened his grip on Reaper’s hips hard enough to bruise, rapidly pulling him down into his thrusts as he took over. The sound of their skin slapping together and of Reaper’s own needy groans filled the air of the storage locker.
“Jack, I’m gonna—“ Reaper’s words were cut short by the sudden spread of warmth throughout his body as his orgasm took over, his mouth opened in a strangled cry. A few more thrusts and Jack was coming inside Reaper again, the warm heat of his body proving to be too much. The wraith collapsed onto 76’s chest as he rode out the rest of his orgasm.
Jack wrapped his arms protectively around Reaper’s waist as he came down from his own high, his cock still twitching inside him. The two laid like that for several minutes, listening to one another’s slowing heartbeats and basking in the calm post-sex glow. Lazily, 76 ran a hand along Reaper’s back before reaching down to slap his ass. Reaper hissed, pushing up from his spot on Jack’s chest and off of his softening cock. He groaned at the realization that there was now a cooling trail of semen plastered onto his belly and under armor in addition to the liquid that was starting to drip down his thigh. That was going to be fun to clean later.
“That’s a good look for you,” 76 joked, smirking up at Reaper as he tried to wipe it off of his clothes.
“Go die.”
Jack laughed, reaching up and pulling Reaper down into another kiss before rolling out from under him to stand. It was hard to take him seriously when he was half naked and fussing over his clothes like that. He pulled off his own dirtied black t-shirt and handed it to Reaper to clean himself up. It was the least he could do. The wraith wiped himself down and attempted to hand it back to 76, who politely declined with a disgusted wave of his hand. “Keep it. Wash it and just give it back next time.”
“Gee, thanks.” The promise of a next time made him hopeful, however. As long as they could keep meeting up like this, maybe he wouldn't try and kill the vigilante next time they met on the battlefield. Maybe. Reaper watched as the soldier started putting his clothes back on, zipping up the jacket with the red 76 emblazoned on the back over his bare skin. What a stupid outfit, Reaper thought again, pulling up his own pants.
“Next time?” 76 asked, attaching the biotic field sitting on the floor back onto his belt.
“Next time,” Reaper agreed.
With a final wink at the wraith, Soldier 76 clipped the visor back on over his face and left into the frigid night air.