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It wasn’t the first time I played in the games, I had enough experience and luck to avoid the title “rookie.” Teams of three were great, each re-entrance of the ring brought back my focus. It was the adrenaline really. The rush of almost dying and claiming victory by the skin of my teeth was addicting. So here I was, filling out another application and roster placement form to compete for this month’s blood circus. It was nice really, having things get sorted out by schedules of when you compete. But something was different. As soon as I had sent it off digitally for verification I had received an email from the coordinators for the games.
[REDACTED],
Apex Legends Publicity and Broadcasting have been advised against allowing your placement in Trios for 17 days. Normally in the event of this occurrence, we would not reach out to place a Legend under different categories that a competitor did not apply for. However; it has come to our attention that your abilities may or may not be suitable for all audiences. Despite this, the Apex Legends Competitors Committee and Associates wish for your participation. ALPB has been requested to share footage of your gameplay on strictly adult streaming and broadcasting services, and we humbly request to schedule you for Duos. Apex Legends Competitors Committee of Associates has seen no record of prior registration in this category. If you wish to agree to these terms within the 72-hour timeframe, your status as an active competitor will be renewed. If not, we apologize for the inconvenience. Your first foreseeable Duos match is in 11 days from the time this message was sent. Good Luck Legend.
- Martin Shores, President, Apex Legends Competitors Committee of Associates
Throughout all my game time I’d never considered trying a team of two… The thought of it alone was a bit foreign to me, feeling a bit like a physical weight in my head. I stared at the screen of my communicator for what seemed like years before coming to a conclusion. I guess it was about time to try something different.
Boarding the dropship was more than a wee bit worrying. Storm Point wasn’t my best location to fight but I was sure I could make something out of it. But… sitting here and quietly observing today’s cast of Legends made me doubt myself. There was a buzz in the air, the anxious energy was almost like a miasma. Who would be assigned to me? And maybe more importantly, would they drag me down? Would I drag them down? Each passing moment was another brief meeting of tense eye contact with these people. We were all too tense to socialize. To be fair, we may very well kill each other today. Being friendly was a little difficult, pre-game socializing was nobody’s strong suit.
My thoughts were seriously killing my charisma until the sound of humming seeped into my ear. It was nice, a fun song. Little taps of rhythm were paired with it and I couldn’t resist seeing who the noises belonged to. Ah- Ajay. My movement caught her attention and she smiled… it was welcoming. It may have been the wrong choice but I took it as an invitation to sit down next to her. We started jamming out as quietly as possible, which brought Loba over to us.
“I see you’re having a bit of fun, mind if I butt in?” Her honey-sweet voice was far less aggressive than it was in the ring.
I looked over to Ajay for confirmation of sorts, I didn’t want to start any beef so soon. The medic only smiled before stating her approval.
“Anytime you wan’ come dance, I’ll let ya dance.”
Loba’s eyes lit up at the invitation and opened a conversation.
“So-”
She gave me a look and gestured around the expanse of the ship.
“What do you think of the people here?”
Her amused expression only gained depth as I slowly took in the full reality of my situation.
“They’re alright I s’pose. It’s my first time with pairs so I’m a little nervous. Prolly look like a fool to these guys.” I snickered a little bit at my own depreciation.
Ajay gave me a little sympathetic arm punch.
“We all git a bit nervous da first time. But ya a natural, I seen ya games. You ain’t got nut’in ta worry ‘bout. You gotta job to do, don’t forget it.”
Her affirming words made me crack a smile. These two were really sweet when they wanted to be. I held out my hand for a minor celebratory dap- Ajay didn’t disappoint. I’d say she was the quickest Legend to get it so far. I’m not really sure why but that little action made her one of my immediate favorites.
“I don’t mean to interrupt the moment but teams are getting assigned lovelies. I would move that cute little head of yours to see who you’ve got.” Loba flashed her device screen at me as she spoke and sure enough, the duos were posted.
She seemed enthralled, which made sense. I mean… we all knew how she got around Valkyrie.
I smiled at her and shooed her off to her partner of the day. The she-wolf looked back and mouthed a definitive she’s so hot before ignoring everyone else.
I turned to look at Ajay who was already furrowing her brow. My raised eyebrows caught her attention and she briefly explained.
“I got stuck wit’ da hacker, he don’t talk too much.”
Both of our eyes wandered over to where Crypto stood aloofly. He glanced up at us and gave a nod in our general direction.
“Before I go, who’d ya get?” Ajay gently tapped my arm as she asked.
“I dunno, haven’t looked yet.” I gave her a shrug. Then it hit me that maybe it would be a good idea to actually figure out who the hell I was gonna be paired with. I pulled out my device from a tactical pouch after fumbling for a panicked second.
My eyes widen at the screen… I look up at Ajay and my mouth goes suddenly dry. She looks at me with deepening concern before reproachfully asking:
“Ya didn’t get that scary robot, didja?”
“H-huh? Wh-? No no…”
I yammered a bit and gave her a perplexed look.
"No I just got assigned to a Legend I’m finding myself extremely attracted to, not like… a death sentence or anything. But like it totally could be, I mean he’s funny and says random shit that makes me laugh and that could totally fuck with my head but like… I mean I could handle it but I’m just in a PAIR with him and I'm kinda freaking out. Oh God- what if he doesn’t like my playstyle and… and.. ”
I was talking a jumbled mass of sentences and trying to be humorous but it was all tanking horribly. Kinda like an oil rig on fire, yeah that’s it. How in the world did this happen? What were the odds that I would be put into one of the most challenging games of my LIFE on my first day in this category?
Ajay raised a teasing brow.
“And that would be?”
I gave her a somewhat pained and conflicted look… I was DEFINITELY about to get judged for this. My gaze is enough of a clear indication, she follows it with a chorus of hums. We sit there and both look at him, sitting in his little cove and doing his hype routine. The dumb little dancing in front of the mirror made my insides flutter a little bit. He paused his dance break to record a message, oblivious to both of us.
Ajay shook her head and turned to move towards Crypto.
“Careful, he may hurt cha bit.”
I only sigh and try desperately to regain my composure. I had even actively tried to avoid looking at him since I saw him board before I did. Getting comfortable was going to be the best option here, so I sunk in my seat and threw a hand over my face. This was going to be more than possibly a little rough, and the nature of my abilities was making me a tidbit self-conscious.
Would he think I was gross?
Why did I care so much?
I hadn't ever really spoken to him in full. Just maybe the occasional order now and then… never on a team.
Much less without a third person.
God, going in mental circles with myself was infuriating.
I was getting tired of it and relaxed into my ring persona. I mean… it was me, definitely still me. Just amplified. By like… a lot. An embarrassing amount based on the context. I don’t know how much time I spent like that with my hand on my face and melting into my seat to try and escape my nerves. Eventually, my hand came down to my lap, but I refused to open my eyes until something happened.
Tunk… tunk… tunk…
Footsteps. They were easily in a stride, with purpose but not in a rush.
Tunk tunk..tunk.. Tunk tunk… tunk..
Definitely some swagger in there. They grew louder until they stopped somewhere in front of me.
Bravely, and with great effort, I opened my eyes. Half-lidded and heavy they were, yes. But at least they were open. There he was, standing like the god of entertainment, merriment, and humor. All confidence and badly timed jokes. Hopefully, I wouldn’t royally fuck up this match.
“ Mirage. ” I looked up at him with a neutral face, although the half-lidded eyes may not have been the best indicator for that. Like a ray of sunshine, Elliott fucking Witt.
His damned smile- that alone could send me reeling if I didn’t try so hard to focus.
“Here I am. Got a question for ya, why do they call you Ambrosia ?” He studied me for a moment. The action made my mouth mold into a smirk. Damn… I liked it when he looked at me.
“Well you’ll find out now, won’t you.” I looked at him through my eyelashes and lifted my chin. I could play up my character, this was a battle. I wasn’t gonna lose.
“Sassy- I like it. Might wanna plan on where we drop starlight, I dunno bout you but I wanna win. The fans love it.” He shifted his weight and took the time to look me up and down. My smirk grew wider, the amount of tension building was surprising.
Oh, he was absolutely checking me out.
I silently thanked myself for designing such a good ring fit, it made all the difference.
“Not a bad idea, you can pick if you want, but a decent strat is to hot-drop at Thunder Watch.”
Give or take about ten minutes, and I find myself with himbo in tow at Thunder Watch. The fruit of my efforts to meticulously study good loot locations is well received. I gave myself a mental pat on the back when my partner excitedly whooped, I had done something right. Let’s hope I do a lot more right somethings…
Collecting high-level Evos wasn’t an issue, but the constant eyes on my back or… back side rather, made it hard to concentrate. Despite the feelings and thoughts simmering inside me, I made the executive decision to actively try and keep Mirage on track.
“You all locked and loaded?” I turn to look behind me. His eyes quickly darted up to meet mine. Lord, he was handsome-
“Hm? Oh y-yeah, mhm, totally. Got ‘em prepped.” His hands hurriedly shifted to grab onto his weapons.
It took me a moment, I could definitely recognize that I was staring at the man with intensity, but finally nodded and pulled up the mini-map. I searched for a moment, planning out the best route to get us inside the pending ring closure.
I was a little dismayed, it was a long walk to a safe spot.
“Alright hotshot, we’ve got a ways to go. Hustle some buns.”
Mirage laughed at my teasing, his eyes greedily drinking in my form at the “buns” comment.
“So where are we going then, eh?”
He walked closer to see where I had marked on the mini map. It made no sense why he needed to get so close, the sly bastard knew this as well.
“Ah.. here. Storm Catcher is it?”
His breath was warm against my neck, his arm not so sneakily pressing into the curve of my waist to point at our destination.
I was almost breathless- the sudden closeness and lack of apprehension nearly made me blush. The weight and warmth of him pressed against my back and thoughts of what I wanted to do right now were screaming. He was so close… his cologne made me dizzy. I could barely think, all these feelings and tingles shot through my body at rapid fire. My breathing hitched-
And Witt most certainly took notice.
“Hey, y’know, I’m gonna be honest here.” His arms snaked around my waist and rested on the tactical belt there.
“Everybody here knows your ability… and for me the thought makes it hard to stay strictly professional.” Mirage rested his chin atop my head, the low notes in his voice vibrating through my entire body. There was much more gravel in it than I thought possible.
I hummed and drunk in the physicality as much as possible. This was a god given opportunity but now was certainly not the time.
“Mmm, you’re just gonna have to. For now at least.”
I added on that last bit when he let out a playful whine… and I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to make him whine again. Maybe later…
Now, I could focus on the games at hand and have my wits about me. Or, I could make this match as difficult for Mirage and myself as possible. I didn’t realize I was biting my lip until it started to hurt, the weight of both options heavy in my mind. Perhaps it was self indulgence, but I decided to act on a combination of the two wants.
Steadily the squads were eliminated. The device strapped to my thigh pinging with new info with each wipe. I counted it as a blessing that we hadn’t run into anybody as of yet… but the deep seated feeling in my gut told me that was subject to change. As time passed it felt more and more like I was dragging the older Legend along with me rather than having a sharp squadmate. He really tried to b helpful, but it just wasn’t selling. Surely the thought of my ability wasn’t that distracting.
Was it?
“Care package incoming, should we extra- e- ex- extrict- extrav- damn it… go for it?”
Mirage peered at his own mini map, scowling and cursing at his own stuttering. Seeing his reaction made something hurt inside you, you thought it wasn’t something he should be upset about. It was… charming in a way. His eyes met yours and the crease in his brow shifted from annoyance to a question.
The space between the two of you slowly crackled with energy- the unspoken affirmation of interest was growing more undeniable. I broke the eye contact and chewed the inside of my cheek, faking an intense study of my own map. God he was just so distracting. I really needed to stop doing that… letting his eyes pull me into a place where I forget to speak.
I thought we were well off enough on gear, but I could at least afford to humor Witt. Maybe we’d get lucky and find a weapon buff.
“Sure, I’m down. Just don’t stand out too much and give us away, yeah?”
I gave him a gigawatt smile, and his own nearly matched.
He committed to the bit and playfully scoffed at my comment, waving a dismissive hand.
“Me? Stand out? Don’t you go forgetting who I am now, starlight.”
We both snickered and elbowed each other as we trekked to the landing site. The contact felt comforting. It was always a MEGA pain in the ass with how unsheltered the neutral drops were- but the gamble of valuables always won out for you. Unfortunately and as fate would have it, the landing site was just in between Storm Catcher’s West end and Command Center.
The unfriendly location set me on a slight edge.
“All right big boy, this is it. Tread carefully.” I motioned around our rock wall to where Witt lagged behind. His boots lightly crunched the mix of clay and rocks until I could sense his presence right behind me.
“Gotcha.” He breathed lightly with a hint of a cocky smirk. Quickly a decoy trotted out into the open- a small barter for a warning of ambush. Minutes passed as we crouched in wait, it might as well have been hours. There was no sound of furious gunshots, no tells of enemy positions, and a very intact decoy.
I looked behind me, forgetting that I also needed to look up. Mirage gave me an almost smug grin and gestured with the barrel of his R-99. I crept up to the still warm hulk of metal and pushed a button- and just like that the compartments sprung open.
“Check it oouuuttt! Pretty nice goodies here.” He waggled his fingers comically at the sight of the package’s contents. Witt slowly circled the drop and studied some of the available “gifts.” I spied the Phoenix Kit before he did and instantaneously snatched it up.
“Dibs!” I alerted only after my treasure had been secured deep in my pack.
“Hey hey- what’d you pilf- puh- uh.. put in there just now?” Mirage feigned jealousy, taking the liberty to pout and lean to see what I had grabbed. I laughed and smacked his arm.
That’s when hellfire broke loose.
“Aw, shhhi iiiiiiit- ” I cursed and unslung the Longbow from my shoulder, crouched behind the pod, and peered through my scopes. Bloodhound and Caustic stood a ways off with very malicious intent. Rapid-fire rained over the drop site forcing Mirage and me further apart.
I did my best to get a few shots in but nerves made my hands shake. Frustration and fear pooled in my core. Witt didn’t fare any better if his grunts and swears were any indication of how he was doing. He shuffled, made an attempt to scoot closer. Bullet shrapnel grazed his shoulder and sent him reeling.
“ Agh- Dammit that hurt. Like a lot... Need some cover real quick!” Witt panicked a little and fumbled with a few syringes.
Jaw clenched, I reloaded my sniper and tried again. I had to clear my head and breathe deeper. It took all my willpower to concentrate on a clear and lethal shot as opposed to Mirage’s pained groans.
“Patchin’ up. FUCK! ” He stumbled as the syringe broke. More spray drained his shields until they cracked. Adrenaline kicked up in my body and Bloodhound went down with the direct shots I unloaded.
Another deep breath and Caustic joined his teammate in the deathbox process.
“Hey- Witt. You good to walk? Storm Catcher is only a couple meters away. We should find better cover before a third party gets involved.” I turn to my battered, bleeding, and nearly dead teammate. He was crouched to the best of his ability, slumping heavily along the still smoking hull of the neutral package.
“Yeah, I think I can…” He hissed and moved to stand. Looking at his self-made uniform, it was glaringly obvious where the damage was done. Pieces of cloth had been blown away by the metal fragments of bullets, the edges left behind slowly saturating with blood.
Without thought or question, I swiftly ducked under his arm to help him walk. It was difficult, both of us shuffling. He was much heavier compared to me…
Mirage’s voice was strained, he was trying so hard to be a big boy.
“B-bu-but I’m out of kits and syringes and I didn’t grab any shield cells. You got a fix for that?”
The guilt hit me like a ton of bricks, how could I let him get so hurt? I hustled a little faster, reaching the bunker door.
“C’mon, let’s fix you up Champ.”
Dragging him into the cavernous space was increasingly difficult, grunts from both of us echoed off the walls as I searched for a safe spot to tuck him in. The stairs were certainly our greatest challenge, Witt’s feet clumsy and mine nearly failing to get us both to the top step. We shuffled with labored breaths to a little room, I took care to set him down gently.
“Sit tight while I go find something, okay?” I kneeled up after making sure he was settled. Mirage nodded and I took that as my cue to cautiously explore the ransacked facility.
For all my searching I could only find a singular shield cell and two syringes. I snarled to myself, this wasn’t nearly enough. I guess it was time to use my ability… the thought sent tingles shooting down my nervous system. Images flashed in my head and set my body on fire- I had to mentally prepare for what I was about to do. Impatiently I clambered up the inner walls and climbed the stairs, nearly scaring my teammate shitless when I suddenly appeared in the doorway.
“So I’ve got some good news, aaand I’ve got some bad news.” I approached his battered form on the ground.
“The bad news?” He grimaced- the poor guy.
“I could only find these.” I handed him the meager supplies I could forage but to my relief he graciously took them. Witt gently and tenderly administered them to himself, a sigh of gentle relief wandering out of his lips.
“Good news?” He leaned back with noticeably less pain. The expectant eye contact he held- God the eye contact. I couldn’t help the wicked smirk that spread across my face, my eyes dragging over his ravaged clothing.
“You, Mr. Witt, are going to need a taste of Ambrosia.”
The way his eyes widened was delicious, his dopey smile covering his devilishly handsome face.
“Lucky me~ How are we gonna go about it then, hmm?” Mirage studied my hips with great interest.
“Well…” I paused to check on ring movement, and as the universe would have it we were set for the next hour.
“We’re good to go now if you want.” I looked down at him with an equally giddy smile.
“Oh fuck yes.” His voice turned husky at the invitation. He shifted to sit on his knees and held out his arms to lure me closer.
“Take all this off for me, yeah? I need a little taste test.” Witt’s eyes sparkled with wanting, his hands greedily running up my thighs and circling around to cup at my ass.
His request had me nearly breathless, his large hands radiating heat through my latex based costume.
“And what’re you gonna do for me if I do?” I looked down at him and can’t help the little lip bite paired with my question.
He only kisses the inside of my still covered thigh as his answer.
With a shaky breath, I started unclipping the belts and straps laid over my bodysuit base, his fingers wandering over the newly uncovered expanses. My hand slipped in between my legs to open the pre-existing cut in the suit along my-
Shit~
Mirage wasted no time, bringing my hips closer to his face. His tongue darted out to teasingly brush against me and sent a jolt up my spine. The low hum that rumbled in his throat excited me- I had no idea what I was in for.
“Starlight, be good and open your pretty legs wider for me please.” His words dripped with saccharine sweetness. I was a little stunned, if not unresponsive.
“Now. ” His hand swiped my backside. It wasn’t hard but it certainly startled me into standing a little wider.
Witt sighed at the sight of me, a hand braced on the wall far above him, another in his hair.
“Good girl…”
His lips wandered, kissing the inside of my thighs and trailing over the ever-growing heat at my center. I waited with bated breath, little noises of pleased surprise leaking from my throat. He was certainly skilled, having his fill teasing the slowly swelling nub of nerves and dipping into the folds.
A sharp gasp.
Such a small noise was quickly overpowered by the groans of increased and unabashed yearning from the man under me. He took great care, being absolutely sure to tease me with his tongue in a way that made me sag down into him. Witt’s grip on my hips was almost bruising. He grew bolder, reaching up a hand to gently squeeze a breast.
Each planned ministration dragged out a sigh, a whine, a plea. He had me melting into his mouth, his hands. My head felt fuzzy as heat took over my body. He growled and sped up his movements as I pulled his hair, I needed more. Heady whines dripped from my mouth, hips stuttering with need. Mirage kindly obliged, guiding me to that released I was chasing. His finger deftly, slyly, prodded at my entrance until he found his way to that g-spot. With a cry, my legs nearly gave out. Shivers of blissful pleasure racked my body and my hands became glued to the stone wall in front of me for support. I ached. So deeply within, I ached. My eyes screwed shut as Witt repeatedly sucked and flicked and laved at my core, there wasn’t much time left until I would be nearly spent.
The coil that had been forming at the base of my hips finally snapped, shaky legs and fluids flowing freely into his mouth. He made sure to swallow down every little bit- the horny bastard…
“God- you taste so… so sweet .” His lips pulled off my still quivering cunt and he offered a mischievous grin.
My cheeks blazed and I was sure my eyes looked glassy when I opened them. He looked so perfect under me, all panting and roughed up and filled with lustful desire. I could only offer a weak and blissed-out smile.
“ ‘S called Ambrosia for a reason.”
He snickered at my cum-drunk expression and patted my thigh. His lingering gaze on the way it rippled didn’t go unnoticed, even in my nearly delirious state.
“Y’know, I feel a lot better already-” Mirage took a peek at his wounds, the astonished look on his face filled me with pride.
“Th- they’re- just like… completely gone. How did you-” He grew nearly frantic as the weight of my ability set in.
“Genetic modification, remind me to tell you some other time.” I shakily quipped before scooting over and out of his face, still heavily using the wall for support.
A slow nod, a gleam in his eye. The hunger was still there. And very much still unsatiated.
“I think I still need some healing.”
I cast a sidelong stare at him, half-lidded eyes just daring him to go further. Without any thought, he met my energy, his intentions very clear. I smiled at the mutual desires presenting themselves in the small distance between us. Who was I to complain? I would be lying if I hadn’t thought about this particular Legend in this way, I wouldn’t object if he wanted more.
“Take some of that off and take it from me then.” I teased. His expression turned to something darker, something much more intense. He slowly rose from the ground, unstrapping his belts and shedding his shields. Off came his scarf, his vest, his everything . Until he was left standing there in a thin, skin-tight and black turtle neck- (lacking sleeves of course) and matching spandex shorts. If my jaw hadn’t already dropped, it did now. Witt smirked under the attention and coyly turned his head, glancing at me through the side of his eye.
“How could I ever say no, huh? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’ve got me addicted.” His hands were gentle as they wrapped around my waist, turning my back to the wall. He boxed me in, leaning closer with his forearms pressed to the wall above me.
“Mr. Witt, are you suggesting that-” I started to run a hand up his back, to the nape of his neck and gripped onto his hair again. Those honey brown eyes grew more predatory, blazing with tension at the rough contact.
“That I want more of you? Yes, ab-absta-absulot- aheh… definitely.” He stuttered over his words and a flush laid across his handsome face.
I smiled and deftly pulled the tacky goggles off his head, kissing him with impatience. It seems he was just as needy as I was, our kisses growing hot and heavy with each passing second. His lips softly melded over mine until they grew more impassioned, pressing me closer to the stone wall. He was so close- the smell of him was like an aphrodisiac, musky and woody and distinctly masculine.
Our lips broke apart, gasping and panting echoed in the room. He took a moment to just… look at me. It was electrifying how he was so intent on reading the microexpressions that flew across my face. Witt’s roguish smile encouraged me further, little kisses were pressed to his jaw and down his neck. Until they turned to little bites.
He groaned and gently tugged at my hair- not to pull me off, but a dare to give him more.
And who was I to refuse a gentleman?
“Mirage-” I started a purr.
“Elliot.” He interjected with firm intent.
I paused. It sounded for foreign yet so familiar. Another smile exchanged, another kiss.
“Elliot.” I laid my hand atop his; still firmly pressed into the curve of my waist. Softly I guided both hands further down my body.
“You better hurry if you want to escape ring in time.” A fox-like smile curled over my lips. The subtle intake of breath didn’t go unnoticed. How sweet, the great Mirage; heartthrob of the blodsport, got flustered at sexual tension.
“You make it hard to wanna take things slow…” He drew closer and dropped his head closer to my ear.
“But since you’re in such a rush for me to ruin your reputation then I’ll speed things along.” His breath was threateningly hot against my ear.
I shuddered- he was getting bold.
His grip on my hips tightened and he spun me around, earning a small squeak out of me at the sudden roughness. His hands drew my hips further back and the not so subtle hint to bend over was made very clear. His body and mine were magnetized, drawing closer and closer until-
There was a banging on the closed door.