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“Alright, good shift everyone,” Robert said. “We’ll meet back in an hour.”
“God, I’m sick of these double shifts,” Prism’s voice crackled in his ear. “I’m exhausted.”
“I know, we’re all exhausted,” Robert sympathized. “But you know how worried SDN is about the scattered Red Ring members retaliating.”
“Look on the bright side,” Sonar said. “We’re gonna get some banging overtime.”
“Yeah, I know the paycheck will hit but I’d rather be hitting my fucking bed,” Prism said.
“Well, you do have an hour,” Robert said. “Feel free to take a nap.”
“Honestly, a nap sounds really nice,” Flambae said. “Prism, Waterboy, meet at my place.”
“I hate gay people,” Sonar said.
“Bold of you to say that with your boyfriend listening,” Malevola said.
“Yeah, Sonar if you keep insulting me, I won’t get you any vending machine Twinkies,” Robert said, taking a sip from his mug.
“No, my Twinks!”
“Get some rest everyone,” Robert said.
“You’re not my dad!” Invisigal yelled right before the comms cut out.
Robert sighed and leaned back in his chair. He stretched, feeling the individual vertebrae in his back pop one by one.
“Fuck kid, you sound worse than me,” Chase said. “Fucking fourth Keebler elf.”
“Snap, Crackle, and Pop are the Rice Krispies mascots,” Robert said, standing from his desk. “You’re thinking of the cookies.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Chase said. “I’m taking a power nap.”
Chase stood and cracked his own back before going off to god knows where. Robert made his way to the breakroom. He popped a couple of dollars into the vending machine, grabbing the Twinkies as they fell. He heard excited footfalls approaching and he smiled. Robert turned right as Sonar ran through the door, tossing a pack to him.
“My Twinks!” Sonar cheered, ripping the pack open. Robert took the opportunity to get a good look at him. He was covered in blood both his own and not, suit torn and fur matted.
“Jesus, Vic,” Robert said. “You’re drenched. Are you sure you don’t want to go home and shower?”
“Nah,” Sonar said. He tore into the Twinkies, scarfing them down in seconds. “I’ll just get gross again.”
Robert hummed and reached for the coffee grinder. “Do you want any coffee--”
Robert nearly jumped when Sonar wrapped his arms around him. His grip was tight and his snout was pressed to his ear, hot breath heavy against Robert’s cheek. His whole body was pressed to Robert’s, and Robert could feel Sonar’s dick half hard in his pants. Robert’s face flushed red when he realized.
“Vic…” he said carefully. “Did you get horny from bloodlust again?”
“Maybe,” Sonar said. He placed a hand over Robert’s stomach, playing with the hem of his shirt.
“Victor,” Robert hissed. “We’re in the breakroom. People can walk in.”
“I’d hear them coming,” Sonar said, wiggling his ears. “But if you want a bit more privacy, there’s always the bathroom.”
“We’re not fucking in the work bathroom,” Robert argued.
“Aw, come on, Robbie,” Sonar said, nuzzling Robert’s ear with his snout. “Just a quickie. You said it yourself, we have an hour.”
Robert’s face was on fire. He knew it was a bad idea, but goddammit, Sonar had gotten too good at touching him. He knew just where to gently run his fingers to get Robert going, and Robert nearly gasped when he felt Sonar’s dick pulse against the small of his back.
“I’ll do that thing with my tongue.”
Alright, yeah. That sealed the deal for Robert. He really liked when Sonar did that thing with his tongue.
“Alright fine,” Robert said. “Let’s go.”
Sonar cheered and rushed off to the men’s room, Robert following behind at as leisurely a pace as he could manage in his current state. His legs were already shaking, and he felt like he should be embarrassed. Then he remembered the literal slip n’ slide Waterboy created the other day when Flambae put his hair down and immediately felt less embarrassed.
When he entered the bathroom, he saw Sonar’s shoes in one of them. The rest of the stalls were empty and there wasn’t anybody in sight. He quickly made his way over and joined Sonar inside, locking the stall behind him. Sonar kissed him as soon as he could, and Robert hummed into it, letting his hands wander upwards to bury his fingers in the fur of Sonar’s cheeks.
“Sit back, Rob,” Sonar said. “I’ll do all the work.”
Hard to say no to that.
Robert shucked his pants and underwear and sat down on the toilet, legs spread and cunt bare. Sonar immediately dropped to his knees, not caring at all for the dirty bathroom floor. SDN managed to keep their offices clean, and the bathrooms were no exception, but Robert knew that no matter how well you cleaned a bathroom, there would always be something lurking. But for how much of a mess Sonar already was, not to mention just how badly he seemed to want this, it was probably the furthest thing from his mind.
And frankly, even though Robert had suggested Sonar went home to shower and change, he wouldn’t deny how much Sonar rumpled and covered in blood did for him. Robert liked to consider himself a man of virtue, a true hero who did everything he could to do well by others. But watching Sonar eat multiple men alive combined with the sheer adrenaline pumping through Robert’s veins as they took down Shroud, Robert ended up the most turned on he had ever been. Sonar had told Robert before the fight that he would eat a man alive if Robert got hurt, his eyes intense and lips curled back in a fanged snarl, and it had sent a jolt straight down to Robert's cunt. He was pretty sure Sonar thought the frantic sex they had when they got back to his apartment after their win had more to do with the sense of victory and the thrill of being alive, and he wasn’t wrong by any means. It just wasn’t the only thing.
It was very hard to say no to Sonar when he got horny with bloodlust after that particular awakening, and now was no exception as Sonar looked up at him, eyes dark with hunger, tongue snaking out past his fangs. A shudder ripped through Robert and Sonar laughed, hand covering his mouth in an attempt to stay quiet.
“I haven’t even touched you yet,” Sonar said.
“Shut up,” Robert snapped back. “I know a better use for that damn mouth of yours right now.”
“I’m sure you do,” Sonar said. He pressed his snout to Robert’s thigh and Robert shuddered at the cold feeling. He gasped when Sonar swiped his tongue across the crease between his leg and cunt and he covered his mouth with his hand.
“Dammit, Victor, we don’t have all day,” he muttered.
“Sorry,” Sonar whispered. Then he licked a stripe up Robert’s cunt and Robert nearly kicked his feet out at the sensation. When Sonar pressed his mouth to him and slipped his tongue inside, Robert had to bite down on his hand to keep from moaning.
Sonar had a long tongue, long and dexterous, and he knew how to use it. Robert had spent most of his, admittedly barren, sex life not letting anybody touch him down there. It made him nervous when guys approached him, probing him with questions about what his situation was. Whether they would outright reject him for not having a dick, or worse, fully fetishize him and call him names he never wanted to hear, he didn’t want to deal with it. Blowjobs had always been his go-to, and the occasional strap joined the picture, but his cunt was off limits.
Until Sonar, who never once made him feel like anything else aside from a man who had fought tooth and nail to get to where he was today. Sonar never pried, never asked, never pushed, he just offered. Offered one day to show Robert “what his tongue could really do” after a particularly intense makeout session on Robert’s newly acquired bed. Part of Robert had been horrified at the idea, a kneejerk reaction after years of guys who didn’t know what to do with him, but when he really listened to what Sonar was saying, the joyful lilt of his tone and a casualness that let Robert know that he would never be offended if denied, Robert knew he was safe. And what really surprised him was that really wanted to know what Sonar could do with his tongue.
Robert had never squirted before, but he came all over Sonar’s face, drenching his fur and smug smile.
Sonar knew what he was doing, that much was obvious, and he knew Robert like the back of his hand by now. He knew every last little spot, and as his tongue pushed hard, probed deeper, fingers slipping in beside it, Robert knew he wasn’t going to last. He panted against his palm, his other hand grasping at the fur between Sonar’s ears. Sonar purred and Robert shuddered at the vibrations it sent through him.
Sonar had his mouth open wide, tongue nearly as deep as it could go, and when his fangs gently scraped Robert’s sensitive skin, he nearly snapped his legs shut, unsure whether to shy away from the sharp points or beg for Sonar to sink them in and drink his blood and cum in equal measure. He thought about Sonar eating him out while transformed, tongue even thicker and longer, fangs infinitely more dangerous. He pictured being destroyed by a feral beast, taken and consumed, and it took everything Robert had not to moan. Sonar grabbed onto his calves and forced his legs to stay open and Robert did moan Sonar's name, the sound gently ricocheting off the walls. He prayed nobody was nearby.
Sonar worked him faster, fingers pumping harder, a wet squelch as spit and cum mingled. Robert was close and he gripped onto Sonar’s fur. Sonar was panting hard, little aborted moans coming from the back of his throat and when Robert opened his eyes to look down at him, he realized with a start that Sonar was desperately fisting his own dick. He was hard and leaking, all from this.
“Fuck, Victor,” Robert said, and one more gentle scrape from Sonar’s fangs and twist of his fingers had Robert biting down onto his own hand as he forced back a scream. He squirted all over Sonar’s face, and Sonar pulled his tongue out to lap at him, drinking hungrily. He groaned against him, coming into his own hand, and Robert pawed at him. Sonar knew exactly what he wanted and lifted his hand up, letting Robert lick it clean as they both came back to themselves.
“Fucking hell, Rob,” Sonar said. He looked so much more disheveled, fur mussed up on the top of his head, face soaked and shining. It sent another jolt to Robert’s dick, cunt clenching around Sonar’s fingers.
“You’re gonna fuck me when we get home,” Robert said.
Sonar grinned. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Thankfully, the bathroom was still empty when they emerged, and they both cleaned up, a bit giddy with the thrill of getting away with it. Sonar had most certainly clogged the sink with his fur as he cleaned up and Robert felt a little sorry for their newest janitor.
They got back in time for their second shift and Sonar gave him a kiss goodbye before going to meet the others in the locker room. Robert sat down at his desk, looser than he had felt all day.
“What’s got you so fucking happy?” Chase asked.
Robert shrugged. “Twinkies.” He booted his terminal back up and his heart stopped when he saw the message.
Galen: Hey man, I admire your confidence, but remember that some of us have no choice but to hear what goes on in this building.
Robert sat there in stunned silence until the comms came to life.
“Alright, Sonar is really fucking happy, what the fuck did you two do during the break?” Flambae said.
“They definitely fucked,” Invisigal said. “Sonar may have washed his face, but he didn't use soap and he still smells like squirt.”
Prism gasped. “Omg, you’re a squirter? You and Waterboy have something in common.”
“A-Alice!” Waterboy protested. Flambae cackled.
Robert put his head in his hands. “I’m never letting Sonar talk me into doing that ever again.”
“Liar.”
“Shut up, Victor.”