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Realistically, Eden should have known something was seriously wrong when his phone was this silent. Silence was already suspicious as it was, it was nothing but a precursor to the inevitable storm. But radio silence on social media from the biggest thorn in his side? That meant the alien was out and roaming.
Never good.
“I thought I told you that you aren’t welcome here.”
He could sense Yumo’s presence before he even had the chance to open the window, not to mention that suit. Even with the darkened blues of the fabric, he still stood out against the twilight sky. Though, as much as he tried to sound threatening, the rough edge to Eden’s voice only came off as meek, almost broken, fevered.
“Like that’s ever stopped me. No one needs to know I was here,”
Not like Yumo’s, his tone carried itself across the dim-lit room, confident and all too cocky. That was what infuriated him- it never mattered what was going on, what Eden was suffering through, Yumo always acted like he’d won something.
“Fuck, what happened in here? I knew you played messy, but this,”
Yumo gestured to the space in front of him. What was normally a reasonably empty bedroom, decorated with only the essentials- a bed, a desk, a small couch and a wardrobe- was reduced to something closer to an abandoned teen’s room. Clothes all over the floor, case files and discarded projects strewn across the desk, no light, cardboard boxes full of bottled water and packaged food.
“This is rough, man.”
The most odd thing wasn’t the mess or the gloom, it was the webs. Wispy strands of silk adorned the space, clinging to walls and surfaces. It was thin and delicate closer to the ground, the type that a house spider would dwell in, just barely twinkling in the low light. But as it crawled further up the walls, gathering in corners, it was something sort of… spectacular, an intricate network of silk, weaved into the perfect web. A nest.
Yumo would have loved the chance to admire it closer, even attempted to gather some of it in his fingers, testing the strength, the give. He would have, if it weren’t for how harshly Eden was staring at him, all too defensive. All Yumo could do was raise his hands in playful surrender. He’d for sure try again later, maybe when Eden wasn’t acting so pissy.
“Love the outfit, by the way. Perfect for someone who supposedly has more cash than me.”
He knew he was getting to Eden, the scowl that never seemed to leave his face only got worse. But that was the fun of this game. A constant back and forth, seeing how far one man could push the other before he breaks, learning to enjoy the feeling of the detonation and the imminent fallout. It was a dance that only they could perform.
Eden fidgeted with the frayed hem of his shirt. An old one, by the looks of it, barely covered up the aged shorts he was wearing underneath, that little flower tattoo peeking out from his thigh. Grey, a faded band logo splashed across the front, the collar curled and hem tattered, couple holes here and there and this unmistakable smell of sweat.
Different.
Over time, Yumo had, regrettably, come to recognise the way Eden smelled, the perfume of pine and wildflowers lingered on him for days whenever their paths crossed, always overlaid with something rusted, something bloody. That metallic note remained, it always did with the mutant. But there was something else there, earthy and raw, the type of smell that stays with you, burns itself into a person’s memory. It’d certainly burrow its way into Yumo’s.
“For once, I need you to shut up,”
Eden all but snarled, still stood by the open window, scarlet eyes practically glaring a hole through Yumo’s skull.
“I’m not in the mood. Get out.”
Like it had ever been that easy.
“That’s not fair, dude. I came all this way just for you.”
“No one asked you to.”
Yumo knew he was pushing it just by showing up. Hell, depending on the day, even thinking about Eden was enough cause to get his ass beat. He was definitely pushing his luck when he stepped closer to Eden’s desk, gloved hands rifling through papers. Scrawled out notes written with a neat hand, but some of those sheets devolved into something horribly shaky, almost illegible, containing some rather detailed diagrams.
He recognised a lot of this. An off-handed comment he heard once, some rumour that Yumo was lucky enough to confirm, then he did his own research. It wasn’t fun for him, having to read all those research papers on spiders, having to block out the images from his peripheral, but the information was highly valuable. To him, anyway.
Turns out the carnivorous diet and web-weaving wasn’t where Eden’s arachnid resemblance stopped.
“What are you doing, Yumo?”
He didn’t quite need these notes, they contained mostly the same information he’d learned before he showed up. Granted, Eden’s notes were very thorough. Maybe too much so. Yumo only grinned, flashing his sharpened teeth as he carelessly dropped the sheets back onto the desk. He could work with his memory.
“You weren’t skulking your way around town, I was worried.”
“You? Worried about me? Has that parasite finally eaten its way through your brain?”
Eden crossed the room to sit on the edge of his bed, surrounded by tangled sheets and discarded blankets. Yumo tried to not get distracted by the way Eden’s shirt slipped over his shoulder.
He came here for one reason. Granted, it was a long shot, there was no way of knowing if he was wasting his time. But, though he hated to admit it, Eden was making him lose his balance. Maybe Yumo just had a weakness for guys like him, maybe it was the fact that the room was flooded with that smell.
Probably the latter.
The two weren’t friends, weren’t allies. Hell, Eden didn’t even care enough about Yumo to think of him as an enemy. At best, he was a mild nuisance. At worst, he was a major one. Yumo was too aware of this, the single thought lurked in the back of his mind. He had to be tactical about this, strategic. If he said one wrong thing, he’d be kicked out and neither of them would get what they clearly need.
So why not lay it all out in the open? After all, Eden was never one for wasting time.
“How’s the mating season treating you?”
That got his attention.
“Excuse me?”
Eden’s gaze hardened, slitted pupils contracting as he bared his fangs, like a snake that had been threatened. Already riled up, Yumo could see the way Eden’s fists closed around the blanket, claws threatening to find their way into his flesh. Hell, he was practically on the verge of growling.
Far too easy.
“You’re like a dog, it’s pathetic.”
Yumo couldn’t help but laugh. Eden was normally too quick to rage, losing his temper at the slightest provocation. But this had to be a new record. One comment was all it took.
“Now, don’t get bitchy with me! I did my research, you know,”
He raised his hands, almost as if to placate the mutant sitting in front of him.
“That time of year, this must be really difficult for you, right? I was thinking, why don’t we handle it as a team? I help you out, get you back to work before anyone can miss you. How’s that sound?”
Eden was honestly a little taken aback. He was never one for dancing around the subject, he much preferred when people were upfront with him. But Yumo was always different, liked to joke, liked to poke and prod until Eden’s resolve broke. For them, it was the chase that they enjoyed, they never skipped to the part where one of them got caught.
And under normal circumstances, he would have responded in anger, shut Yumo down, it would have turned into a heated fight that either ended in blood and guts or both their clothes across the floor. Unfortunately, the colder months were getting to him, this was far from a normal circumstance. Stupid DNA. His mutation was supposed to be a gift, his most powerful asset- yet it reduced him to this, nothing better than a bitch in heat, a slave to his own base functions. It was a tough choice. He could get angry, kick Yumo to the streets and deal with this on his own, one of the X-Men if he was desperate enough. Or…
“Just tonight. You help me out, then you leave before sunrise. And no one finds out about this.”
That was enough of a win, Yumo would take it.
Eden shifted off the bed, standing proud as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. He always had a good figure, but these days he just kept getting better. Toned but slim with barely defined abs, a distinct softness to his rosy chest, pallid skin littered with scars and fading bruises, clearly clean shaven with the exception of the dark happy trail poking out from the top of his shorts. His brow twitched when he caught Yumo’s eyes lingering, his whole expression growing sour again.
“Quit staring. Hurry it up.”
He gestured vaguely to Yumo’s body, a not-so-subtle demand for him to remove the suit. He was all too happy to oblige, shrugging off the cropped jacket. If he wasn’t mistaken, he’d say Eden looked interested.
“The suit’s new.”
The closest thing to a compliment he would get.
Yumo let out a low hum as he stepped forward, his hands pressing against Eden’s bare skin. Even through his gloves, he could feel the unnatural warmth as he traced mindless patterns over Eden’s stomach.
“You need to relax.”
“I am relaxed, asshole.”
Right. It was hardly unusual for Eden to be this tense. He was an X-Man, and the X-Men hardly trusted anyone that wasn’t a part of their tight knit group. Not to mention it was Eden. That guy always had a problem with someone or something. But evidently, he trusted Yumo enough to do this.
“Really? ‘Cause from my end, it looks like you’re ready to rip my head off.”
Eden rolled his eyes, but no comeback was spoken. He was fairly desperate, keeping Yumo in his room, he was losing the motivation to be standoffish. Besides, it wasn’t like he was bad looking. Messy hair, honeyed eyes, jagged scars across a distinctly sturdy face. Eden figured he was decently attractive. Enough so that Eden let his hands wander, too. Fingers moved across his suit, slightly less practised than usual, a little unsteady, if anything. The suit Yumo wore was smooth, tight enough that Eden could feel every dip and groove of his muscles.
Yumo grinned, he couldn’t help it, feeling the too-gentle pressure against his torso, the icy touch through the fabric. Eden’s expression was bitter, tense, like he was lost in something else entirely, huffing quietly in what may have been irritation. Maybe he was irritated. Yumo was still wearing too many layers.
“Thought I told you to lose the suit.”
Christ, it was a miracle that this guy ever managed to get himself laid, his pillow talk was abysmal. He was barely seductive, lacked charm, and so demanding…
The other man never lost the grin. Even if Eden didn’t have much of a way with words, there was something fascinating about it anyway. He laughed, letting his hand fall a little, tugging carefully on the waistband of Eden’s shorts.
“Get rid of these and I’ll do whatever you say,”
He said in response. There was a playful tone there, his eyes looking the mutant up and down.
“Hm. Deal.”
Eden moved away a few steps as he undid the tie on his shorts. He pulled them down, stepping out of the old things and leaving him standing completely bare. Yumo took the opportunity to admire, letting his eye wander over the skin of Eden’s legs, scars and patches of thin hair marking the pale skin. But, a deal was a deal, it was his turn.
He peeled off his suit, not bothering to make any sort of show out of it, neither he nor Eden had the patience for flirtation. He could feel Eden’s eyes piercing into him, watching him like an animal would watch their next potential meal.
With Yumo finally stripped to his underwear, Eden could really see what he was working with. Their levels of training were only slightly different, while Eden preferred to put all his energy into agility, cardio and endurance, Yumo was a lot more loose with it, mixing things up when he could, that symbiote lending him enough raw physical power. Which only meant he had a little more muscle than Eden could achieve, not that he was about to complain.
He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was ogling him.
“Happy now, princess?”
If Eden even registered the insult, he didn’t bother to respond. He closed the distance again so he could put his hands back to Yumo’s heated skin, fingers brushing from chest to stomach, down to the waistband of his underwear. Tawny skin, untrimmed hair, somehow more scarred than Eden was. He looked like a wreck. Somehow Eden couldn’t stay away.
Eden let his fingers dip below the fabric of Yumo’s underwear, hastily tugging them to the ground. The sight that greeted him wasn’t exactly as he expected.
“Awfully presumptuous of you.”
He was expecting the usual from Yumo, the heated slit between his legs, a blushed dick barely hidden beneath wild hair. What he wasn’t expecting was anything resembling an actual dick. Sort of…
It looked close enough like one despite the lightly tapered shape, it certainly twitched and leaked like one, but the unnatural colour left something to be desired- a cold grey that faded into deep leathery black at the base. Synthetic, but not entirely, this was still part of Yumo’s biology, in a sense.
“You brought the parasite?”
“Symbiote. And it’s not like I could leave him at home.”
“Little underwhelming, honestly,”
Eden put his hand on it, the cool surface of the symbiote leaving a rather pleasant shiver running up his arm. Yumo couldn’t help but laugh at Eden’s comment, his heart rate picking up steadily as Eden calmly teased him.
“I can make it bigger, if you’re gonna be such a bitch about it.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary, actually.”
The damn thing was nearing seven inches in length, width was about his wrist as it got closer to the base, but the tip was a lot simpler to take in. Eden was already doing the maths in his head, figuring out how much time he’d need to prepare for this, which angles would make this easier, though with the streamlined shape and the way his body was reacting…
“Not scared, are you, Killjoy?”
Eden shot a glare at him.
“Shut up and sit down.”
Yumo was all too happy to oblige, sinking down to the edge of the bed. Though, not before grabbing Eden by the hip and pulling him down to meet him until the other man was sitting relatively comfortable in his lap. He took the brief moment of disorientation as an advantage, letting his hand move down between Eden’s legs, fingers circling around his dick and down to his slick hole.
The rushed movements around his opening were already getting Eden heated. The sensation of one of Yumo’s fingers slipping its way inside was a whole other feeling. But he kept his cool, fingers slightly clutching at Yumo’s shoulders, his pulse steadily thrumming in his neck. He was able to suppress any sounds he could make, though. He couldn’t let Yumo think it was that easy just because his hormones were playing up.
Yumo didn’t feel the need to wait, not when Eden was opening up so perfectly. Eden sort of relaxed when a second finger joined the first, a sigh leaving his lips, his head tilting back, like he felt relieved. He had to use a lot of his willpower to avoid certain actions. Moaning, clenching down, it was taking too much energy to stop himself from grinding into it. Intentional, he wasn’t giving this alien the satisfaction of winning, not yet.
It was when the third finger pushed in that Eden fully relaxed, tense muscles loosening as he let himself melt into it. He figured it was mostly his cycle at fault, but he didn’t recall the last time simple foreplay could get him going like this, get him pliant. When suddenly, he jolted, a shudder running through his body as his claws poked at Yumo’s shoulders. An embarrassingly surprised gasp was torn from his throat as he processed the feeling. Cold, moved so smoothly but with a certain clumsiness, like…
“I think one of your tentacles just licked me.”
“Is that a complaint?”
Yumo moved his fingers out of the way, letting Scorpio tag in. If Eden took issue with it, he wasn’t making it known. A piece of the symbiote writhed, dragging itself along Eden’s thigh before settling at his entrance, rubbing and teasing, prying him apart.
“I’m trying to help you, here, but you need to quit whining about everything I do.”
It really had been a while, Eden couldn’t help himself, letting out a subdued string of moans and quiet grunts as that tendril poked about inside of him. Whatever, it felt nice, that was hardly a crime.
“Awful sweet of you, alien. Get a move on, you know what to do. I don’t need any more foreplay or whatever.”
Even when he tried his best to sound cool and aloof, Yumo could hear the hint of a tremor in it, the tone he’d been getting quite familiar with the longer they knew each other. Needy.
“Not gonna let me have my fun?”
“I’m gonna kill you if you don’t stop talking. Hurry up.”
As much as he’d have loved to tease a little longer, Yumo couldn’t deny that he was about as impatient as Eden. With the way his hips rolled and claws dragged up and down his spine, Yumo’s resolve was very quickly breaking. So, with his hands gripping Eden’s thighs, Yumo lifted him up, just high enough to position himself at his entrance.
“Ready?”
“Yumo.”
Eden was losing what little patience he had. He knew this cycle of his, knew it pretty well. And he knew that in minutes, his self control would dwindle, he’d verge on desperation. Already, he felt like hell. Chest and face flushed, his hole soaked with heat, even the spinnerets on his wrists were reddened and inflamed, every inch of skin hot to the touch.
Yumo was feeling generous enough to comply. He began pushing himself into Eden, brassy eyes locked onto his face, committing every twitch, every drop of sweat to memory. Eden’s fangs sank into his bottom lip, a last ditch effort at maintaining his declining composure. So far, it was only the tip, but like this…
He was used to this sort of thing, he spent years of his life hooking up with strangers, including during his cycle, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was Yumo. He wasn’t some nameless random, it was him. A hindrance, a rival, maybe even an enemy. The very thought of Yumo made his jaw clench and claws twitch. Eden hated him, somehow that only made sex with him feel more intense.
Yumo let himself laugh a little.
“You’re warm.”
Eden grit his teeth and glared at him.
“I said stop talking.”
He leaned back, enough to get a better look at Yumo’s cocky expression. He wasn’t very great at following directions, Eden figured he’d play it safe, clamping his palm over Yumo’s lips. If he wanted out of the tight hold, it’d be too easy. He was more than happy to play along.
Eden rocked his hips back, letting more of Yumo push into him. Despite his best efforts, a harsh gasp fell from bitten lips. With every inch that pulsed in him, it was getting harder to maintain composure. He wasn’t about to let some stupid heat kill his solid reputation. Though he didn’t have to sit there struggling, he could get Yumo back. Just to be a dick about things, Eden focused in on those muscles, clamping down around Yumo’s cock. Just enough to make him feel in control.
That move earned him a strangled moan, Yumo’s hands gripping Eden’s waist instinctively, his eyes widening at the sudden pressure. It was taking every bit of resolve to not flip Eden over and really let loose, but he managed to keep some of his cool. Granted, Eden did catch the muffled sound behind his hand, not that he’d let Yumo off easy. In response, he only laughed, scarlet eyes almost flashing brighter as they met Yumo’s, intense and sharp and wild. In turn, Yumo held Eden tighter and thrust upwards, letting his hips slam into Eden’s.
The pace increased, Eden could feel his heart racing and he figured, what the hell? It was only Yumo, it wasn’t like his opinions mattered. He could let himself go for tonight. If his heat made him act different, then he’d just act different. With the higher speed, his subdued gasps turned to moans, then turned to whines. It wasn’t the first time Yumo had him like that, voice breathy and broken.
Every sound that came out of Eden, each noise, each needy whimper and sharp gasp, it was music to him. Yumo never once got tired of it, taking this infamous and cold vigilante and pulling him down into depravity. It was a whole new side of Eden, one that very few were able to witness. Eden leaned down, mouthing at the skin of Yumo’s neck, leaving heavy kisses against it before sinking his fangs into his flesh. Hot blood flooded his mouth, dripped down his chin, the combined warmth and ache of feeding only amplified the pleasure of clumsy fucking.
Normally, Eden could last a lot longer, he took a lot of pride in his stamina and endurance. Not this time. The stupid hormones of his were making him too sensitive, every nerve set alight.
“Little more, Yumo.”
Yumo pulled himself away from where Eden’s hand had pressed against his face, a smile tugging at his lips. It was too much, the way Eden whimpered, holding him so tight, the claws digging into his back, that urge to give just a little more.
He didn’t even realise how hard he’d been panting until he zoned back into Eden. Yumo was reaching the edge too, his hands tightening around Eden’s waist.
“Hang in there, fangs, nearly there.”
Hearing that Yumo was close was enough to toss any doubt and dignity he felt out the window. It was also enough to get him to ignore the nickname. He stopped caring, he knew what his body needed, he was more than willing to chase it. He wrapped his arms tight around Yumo and bit into his shoulder. Eden could already see the sheets staining with red.
With a sharp moan and a particularly hard thrust, Yumo buried himself as deep as he could reach in Eden’s warmth, spilling whatever he had to give into him. Eden came at the same time, his darkened nails scraping into Yumo’s already flayed back as he cried out a slurred stream of curses. When Eden rested his head in the crook of Yumo’s neck, he swore the mutant was either drooling or crying. Maybe both.
Yumo enlisted some assistance from the symbiote to lift Eden off his hips, letting him fall back into the sheets. Once he caught his breath, Eden looked up at Yumo with a grin.
“Don’t think we’re done here.”
Yumo had stopped counting how many times he’d come inside Eden’s tight heat after round six. Eden stopped counting after three. He’d been pinned, flipped, bent in the most uncomfortable positions all night. Every muscle ached and his bones felt heavy, his skin was screaming, red and indented from where Scorpio had restrained him. Even now, those chilly tendrils were grasping at his limbs, keeping him open.
Thankfully, Eden felt exhausted, a sure sign that this was almost done and he could return to his normal life.
“One more?”
Every word he tried to utter came out muddled and hazy, each syllable felt heavy on his tongue. But Eden was so close to being rid of this heat. Yumo was too happy to comply.
“One more.”
He had Eden on his back, hair tangling over the sweat stained pillows, stray tears and spit trailing down his reddened face to dampen the cotton. Scorpio held Eden’s knees, pulling them back to press against his chest, forcing him even further into the worn mattress, his arms stretched above his head to avoid his claws reaching Yumo again.
Yumo bit down into Eden’s throat, gravelly moans spilling from his lips, hands holding Eden’s waist in a grip hard enough to bruise as he put every bit of strength he had left into his thrusts. Just one more, he could give it.
A broken cry echoed in the room, Eden’s voice cracking as he came for what felt like the millionth time. His aching muscles only had enough freedom to twitch and tense, claws scratching deep into the wooden headboard. His slick hole had clamped down on Yumo, impossibly tight, enough to drive him over the edge again. It lasted way too long, the pleasure bordering on painful, electric and fiery and all too much.
The two stayed like that a while, panting and shaking, doing nothing but coming down from an overwhelming high. Scorpio’s bindings retreated, the makeshift cock being the only trace of the symbiote to remain.
Eden and Yumo made quite the sight. Coated in sweat, drying blood crackling across their skin. Eden’s neck was covered in bite marks, his hips bruised and his chest decorated with purple hickeys. Yumo was worse for wear- his throat had been mauled, his back torn to shreds. Even his arms and legs had been scratched impossibly deep, his skin dripping with sticky, saccharine blood. The bed was stained with crimson, sheets torn and rumpled, blankets tossed aside to the floor. It looked like an animal had torn the room apart.
Yumo lifted his head and smiled down at Eden, tired and hazy.
“Feeling better, spidey?”
He didn’t have the energy to give him a response. Hell, Eden didn’t even have the energy to roll his eyes. He just let his head fall back into the pillow with a sigh, soaking in Yumo’s warmth. He’d rest, let Yumo come down, then he’d get kicked out.
Neither of them heard the knock on the door.
“Morning, I wanted to bring some-”
The voice of Scott flowed through the open door, triggering a lot of thoughts to rush through Eden’s now more clear mind. Humiliation, shock, dread. Morning? Scott stood in the doorway, a plastic bag in hand and a look of surprise on his face.
Eden had a suspicion he was getting suspended for this.