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Norton peeked out around the side of the wall, taking deep breaths to calm the beating in his chest. Hell Ember was there, right around the corner, waiting to strike. All it was now was a matter of finding the survivor. One wrong move, one sound and Norton would be found out.
A smirk stretched onto his face. That’s exactly what he wanted.
Norton let one magnet fall from his fingertips into the snow below with a soft ‘thump’. Hell Ember turned instantly, dragging his feet over towards where Norton was tucked away. “Come on, come on,” Norton mumbled under his breath. “C’mere you bastard.”
“Oooh, darling!”
Norton tensed, peeking out again. He scoffed at the sight of the Acrobat, tossing his bombs into the air around his head. He stood only a few feet in front of Hell Ember, a shit eating grin plastered onto his face.
“Why don’t you come play with me, hm?” Mike caught the balls all at once, then jumped into the air with a “Hup!” tossing a fire bomb right in Hell Ember’s face. The hunter cried out, grabbing at his burning bandages. “Oops, sorry dear, didn’t mean to hit the face! Although I can’t make you much more ugly than you already are.” He cackled, gripping his stomach before darting off to where Norton was tucked away.
Mike didn’t even notice Norton there. Which means when Norton’s hand shot out to grab onto Mike’s collar and yank him back, the Acrobat couldn’t help but scream. “I’ll flay you, Hell Ember, don’t you touch me!” He turned, poised with another bomb in his fist. When he saw who had grabbed him, he let out a small sigh of relief. “Oh, lucky me, it’s just beef jerky.”
“I told you not to call me that.” Norton yanked on Mike’s collar again, choking him for just a moment as he was pulled back.
“Oh yes, right right, you’re no cow. More of a pig. Yes, a pig. What’s pork jerky called?” Mike thrashed in Norton’s hold, lifting the bomb again. “I’m trying to win this game for us, if you don’t mind.”
“Like I ain’t.”
“Clearly not, by how you’re hiding out like a coward.” Mike lifted his chin into the air. “Be more like me, Prospector, and face your fears head on.”
“Unlike you, Acrobat,” Norton said, yanking Mike close and shoving him up against the wall, earning a gasp from the other man, “I’m not afraid.”
Mike’s smirk was quick to return, eyes shining in the dark. “Oh, I think you should be.” At his side, he readied his bomb. “Afterall, you never know when your plan is going to blow up in your-” At that moment, Hell Ember came stumbling around the corner, weapon raised high above his head. “-face!” Instead of aiming at Norton, Mike tossed another bomb at Hell Ember, making the hunter stagger back.
“Shit,” Norton hissed, dropping Mike and taking off. He threw a magnet behind him as he did, sending Hell Ember flying back against the wall.
“Hey! Norton!” Mike whined. “Wait for me, I wasn’t done with you yet!” He pushed himself out of the snow, vaulting over a window and chasing after Norton.
Mike followed Norton across the map, the two finally stopping to catch their breath as they ducked behind a cipher machine.
“Not afraid, are you?” Mike asked with a chuckle.
“Shut up,” Norton grumbled, wiping at his face. “You ran too.”
“I did not run.” Mike leaned forward, getting in Norton’s face. “I pranced away.”
“I could say a few words about that.”
“Oh? What sorts of words?”
“You don’t wanna know,” Norton scoffed, pushing at Mike. The Acrobat took a step back, but wrapped his arms around Norton’s neck to keep his balance.
“When you had my collar earlier, I was choking a bit,” Mike admitted. “I think I should pay you back for that.” His hands trailed around the back of Norton’s neck, along his shoulders, then around his throat. Mike flexed his fingers once, feeling Norton’s muscles twitch under him.
Norton’s eyebrow shot up. “You’re choking me? Now?”
“Do you have a problem with it, darling?” Mike cooed, leaning in and brushing his lips against Norton’s. Norton shivered under the touch, leaning against the cipher machine. “Look at you shake, like a little animal.”
“I’m not shaking.”
“Oh? Must be wistful thinking then.”
Norton grumbled but didn’t move as Mike flexed his fingers again, more firmly this time. Mike’s tongue darted out to lick over his lips as he tightened his fingers. Norton made a soft noise as Mike clenched his hands around his throat. He let go for a moment, letting Norton breathe, then tightened again.
“...That all?” Norton wheezed around Mike’s grip.
Mike’s smirk dropped, his eyes hardening and turning into a glare. “You want me to choke you out, bastard?” His grip instantly went firm. Norton would have gasped if he had the air to do so. His hands pushed at Mike’s, clawing at the skin. Mike didn’t let go, clenching his teeth. Then, Norton pressed his hips against Mike’s leg. Mike’s expression instantly eased when he felt that Norton was getting hard from this. “Oh, dear me,” he hummed. “You’re enjoying yourself? How filthy.”
Mike let his grip go, and Norton sputtered for air, grabbing his chest. The Acrobat wasted no time in dropping to his knees, pushing Norton back against the cipher machine as he grabbed onto the man’s hips. His tongue darted out, licking at Norton through his pants. Mike pressed his lips against Norton’s bulge and moaned, sending shivers up Norton’s spine.
“You’re hard,” Mike mumbled, lips still pressed against Norton. “You’re real hard. Did you really like my hands around your throat that much? Or have you been like this since you had me up against that wall?”
“Shut up.”
“No, I don’t think I will.” Mike unzipped Norton’s pants, tugging down the first layer of clothing. “I like talking. You make a cute face when you’re annoyed with me.” Mike stuck his tongue out, dragging it along Norton’s underwear. “Your eyebrows get all bunchy. And your cheeks are all red.” Lick, lick, another lick. Norton reached down to grab Mike’s hair, but Mike pushed Norton’s hands away. “Not to mention the way you pout your lips.” Mike reached into Norton’s underwear and tugged out his cock. “Really, Norton darling, you’re so cute.”
“I am not cute,” Norton scoffed, staring down at Mike.
“You’re right, you look like beef jerky,” Mike hummed, pressing his tongue flat against the bottom of Norton’s length. “Aaah,” he cooed. “Ya ‘ike ‘at?” Mike giggled, pulling back and pressing his lips against Norton’s tip. He kissed at it, then nibbled just a bit, just enough for Norton’s knees to quake.
Norton clenched his teeth, going for Mike’s hair again. And again, Mike pushed Norton away. “Put it in your mouth already.”
“Oh you just want to shut me up.”
“Yeah, a little.”
“What a brat!” Mike licked up Norton’s length, then back down. His tongue circled the tip, flicking over the slit until he brought the very, very, very edge of Norton’s cock between his lips. Then he pulled away, smirking. “If you want to be in my mouth, do it yourself.”
Norton sucked in a breath. ‘Do it yourself’ was Mike’s codeword for ‘fuck my throat until it’s raw’. Oh, he could do that.
When he went to hold Mike’s hair again, Mike initially pushed Norton away. But Norton ignored Mike this time, grabbing fistfulls of blond hair and yanking on them. Mike squeaked, mouth instinctively falling open. Norton took his opportunity and yanked Mike’s face close, shoving his dick into Mike’s mouth.
Norton wasn’t cruel. He wouldn’t hurt Mike. He got in about half way before he slowed, gradually dragging Mike’s lips up along his length. He watched Mike’s eyes widen and his nostrils flare for air as he drew him along his cock. Deeper, deeper, deeper Norton pushed, until Mike’s lips touched Norton’s balls and Norton’s cock was pushing down Mike’s throat.
Mike sputtered, struggling for a moment as he tried to get air. Norton just held him there, not moving one way or the other. Their signal was always to pinch the other, and even as he choked around Norton’s cock, he didn’t do that.
Finally, Norton let Mike pull back. Mike heaved in air, coughing and spitting out into the snow. “Oh,” he said with a shudder. “Choking me again, dear?”
“What can I say, you look good. Open.”
Mike obeyed, letting his jaw fall lax. This time, Norton wasn’t so accommodating. He pushed in all the way in one swift motion. Mike moaned around his cock, closing his eyes. At first he tried to bob his head, but Norton yanked his hair when he tried, keeping him in place.
“We’re going at my pace,” he said. Mike nodded with what little mobility he had.
Norton thrust his hips forward, pushing down Mike’s throat. Mike did his best not to choke, breathing through his nose whenever Norton pulled back enough where he could draw in air. It started slow with Norton holding Mike’s head in place and going in and out, in and out at a gradual pace. But as Norton got used to the feeling, his breath quickened. His cheeks colored. He balled his fists in Mike’s hair and moaned as he pushed down Mike’s throat, quicker and quicker again and again.
Mike loved this. No, more than that. Mike lived for this. He moaned breathlessly around Norton’s cock as it pounded against the back of his throat. Just for a moment, Mike cracked his eyes open to look up at Norton, who was gazing down at him. They both exchanged a quick look that pleaded ‘don’t stop’. Good thing Norton had no intention of doing so.
“Fuck,” Norton hissed, yanking Mike up against him again and staying deep in his throat. Norton threw his head back, breath coming in puffs into the cold air. “Ready?” Mike didn’t have time to answer before Norton came against the back of his throat.
Mike started to cough, but Norton didn’t move. That’s finally when Mike pinched the side of Norton’s thigh and Norton let him pull back. Norton, still releasing, came across Mike’s face and hair as the other man hacked up his semen.
Norton couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of Mike on his hands and knees, mouth hanging open with cum dripping out alongside his saliva, with messy cheeks and bangs.
“You know,” Mike rasped after coughing again, “I’m going to have to pay you back for that too.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
Before Mike could respond, the alarm blared, indicating that the ciphers had all been popped. They won, no thanks to those two.