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Robert caught Flambae's eye as soon as Z-team reported back at the end of the shift. "Flambae, I need to see you in conference room two. Now."
The jeers and suggestive 'oohs' from the rest of the team grated on him more than usual. He was not looking forward to this meeting at all.
Flambae had fucked up. He'd fucked up pretty badly, in fact. He'd been sent along with Malevola, Waterboy, and Visi to a supervillain hideout hidden right in the middle of suburbia, in an area where people had been reporting their super-powered friends and family members going missing. Turned out they were all being kept locked up in a basement. Overall the mission was a success; everyone had been returned to their loved ones and the hideout was destroyed. Unfortunately, in his zeal and rage towards the villain he'd been assigned to, Flambae had caused two major house fires, one of which badly injured two elderly civilians before Malevola got to them. And Robert was his boss, which meant he had to lay down the law.
It took Flambae a few minutes after Robert sat down to shove the door open and sit across from him, usual cocky smirk on his face.
"Alright, what's up? Want a quickie in the conference room? Risky but I'm down." Flambae teased.
Robert cleared his throat and squirmed in his seat. He would in fact like that but now was definitely not the right time. "Professionalism, Flambae. You need to take this seriously. I'm sure you're just as aware as I am that you messed up big time today."
Flambae shrugged. "That guy got what was coming to him."
Robert let out a frustrated huff. "Don't jerk me around. You know as well as I do that I'm not talking about you burning the bad guy."
Flambae snorted. "What, you're gonna fucking punish me?"
"Yes, Flambae. I am. This is going to be a pretty big penalty on your record."
A long silence grew between them.
"Are you fucking serious?"
"Innocent civilians got hurt because you lost control of your anger. And that's not even taking into account the property damage." Robert replied calmly.
"They're fine." Flambae sputtered. "Waterbitch and Malevola were there."
"Your team is there to work with you. They are not there to clean up your messes. You're lucky this is just a penalty and final warning instead of a full on suspension."
"But--"
"But nothing." Robert interrupted firmly. "You'll be meeting with me and Blazer tomorrow to discuss a performance improvement plan. This isn't up for debate."
He saw sparks beginning to form on Flambae's shoulders as his jaw ticked and his body tensed.
"And I would really advise you to be careful how you react to this." Robert pleaded with his eyes. Please don't make this worse than it already is.
The flames tamped back down as Flambae scowled. "Fine." He stood up. "Are we done?"
Robert sighed, looking between Flambae's face and where hand-shaped singe marks now permanently decorated the table. "Yes. Thank you for your time."
Flambae stormed out of the room, slamming the door open and closed a little harder than necessary while Robert slumped down in his chair. Their date tonight was going to be a lot more awkward now.
Robert sat and waited in a booth in the corner of a moderately priced Mexican restaurant, the second time that day he watched a door waiting for his boyfriend to show up. He had arrived at the restaurant five minutes early to get a table and wasn't surprised when Flambae showed up ten minutes late. He slid into the booth across from Robert and looked at the menu rather than meeting his eyes. Robert sighed.
"How are you?" He asked.
"Well, I had a bullshit fucking day at work." Flambae spat, pointedly turning the page to stare daggers at a photo of chiles rellenos, his nostrils flaring with suppressed rage.
"Are we gonna talk or are you gonna be a fucking child about this?" Robert deadpanned.
Flambae finally glared up at him. "What's there to talk about?"
"The fact that you're taking a deserved penalty at work very personally."
"Yeah well, it feels pretty personal."
"It isn't. Look we both knew this would be complicated. I can't give you preferential treatment--"
"I didn't ask for it. Am I not fucking allowed to be pissed outside of work either?" He hissed. "You didn't even fucking bother to talk to me like you do when the others fuck up. You give out second chances like candy but I make my first mistake in months and I don't even get a chance to speak."
Robert opened his mouth to respond. But they were interrupted by a wide eyed little boy with tan skin and a bowl cut.
"Esscuse me." The kid said, whistling through missing front teeth. "Are you Fwambae?"
Flambae sighed. "Yeah kid. That's me." He summoned a small flame to his fingertip and danced it along his hand before snuffing it out.
The kid's eyes blew even wider. "Woooah. Soo cool. Can I have an autogwaph?"
Flambae pasted on a rough approximation of a smile. He had generally taken very well to the attention that came with being recognized as a hero since the news coverage of the Shroud incident, but he also hadn't been afraid to tell people to fuck off when he was having a bad day. Never with kids though. It had shocked Robert from the very first day at this job how tender Chad was with children. Now that they were closer it was just incredibly endearing rather than surprising. Something clicked in his head as the giddy boy walked away with a signed napkin and an ear-to-ear grin, while Flambae looked on with a frown until he saw him get back to his parents.
"I didn't get all the details of what they were doing in that hideout." Robert said softly.
Flambae deflated. "They had kids in there. Super-powered ones. They had them locked up separately, trying to... train them. I don't care how much of a fucking villain you are, you don't fuck with kids." He grumbled.
Robert frowned at him. "Look, you're wrong, but you're right. I should've tried to understand first and I didn't. And maybe I was being stricter on you because of... us. But you did mess up, and you did deserve some sort of consequence for it."
"I know, alright? I know I fucked up. It just made my fucking blood boil and I needed to get it out somehow. I'm sorry that house was in the way."
"Houses. Plural." Robert grinned as Flambae flipped him off. "But I appreciate you trying. I know it's hard for you to hold back, but you have to keep trying. I don't want you to lose this team. And I don't want to lose you."
"Yeah yeah, I know. You'd be ruined without me."
"Nah, you're just too pretty for jail."
"Fuck off. I ran that place."
Robert laughed softly. "You mean a lot to me, asshole."
"You too bitch."
Their waiter came over and took their orders, and it was obvious from his nervous demeanor that he'd been waiting until the obvious tension between the two men had died down. Robert shot him a reassuring smile as he handed over their menus and the waiter walked off to the kitchen.
"Sooo." Flambae said once they were alone again. "Does this mean we can still fuck tonight?" He asked with all the tentative eagerness of a puppy that was just taken out of time out.
"You're unbelievable."
"I'm not hearing a no..."
"Fuuuck yes." Robert moaned as Flambae bit down on the meat of his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. They'd barely gotten through the door of Flambae's apartment before they were naked and Robert's back was against the wall. Robert grinded against Flambae's thigh and gripped his fat cock, stroking it slowly, reverently as they kissed, feeling the weight of it against his palm. He let out a yelp when Flambae's big hands wandered down to his ass and gave each cheek a squeeze followed by a loud, resounding slap. Robert nearly collapsed forward but was held up firmly by Flambae's thigh and the bruising grip on his ass.
"You like that, don't you bitch?" He growled. "I love how much of a fucking pain slut you are." He did it again, a little harder this time and Robert jerked forward, moaning loudly at the combination of the stinging heat on his ass and the friction against his cock.
"Fuck." He groaned, a little embarrassed by his enthusiastic reaction but caring less and less by the millisecond. "Do it again."
Flambae grabbed him by the neck and tilted his chin up.
"I think you're forgetting you're not the boss here, bitch." He smirked. "You want something? You don't demand it. You fucking beg for it."
Robert made an aborted whining sound in his throat. "Don't make me say it."
"I'm not making you do anything. I'm not making you say 'please put me in my place and spank me like a little bitch, Chad.' But if you do say it, then you get what you want."
Robert gritted his teeth as the larger man squeezed his ass even harder with the hand that was still there, digging his nails in. "Please-- ngh..." He nearly growled as he forced the words that Flambae wanted to hear out past his lips. "Put me in my place." He mumbled.
"Keep going..."
"Please put me in my place and spank me like a little bitch, Chad." Robert huffed. "Are you happy now? Dick."
"Oh you have no idea how happy I am."
Flambae turned Robert around and shoved him onto the bed, standing at the end and looming over him.
"You are on way more of a power trip than I've ever been at work." Robert panted.
Flambae rolled his eyes. "Shut up about work when our pants are off you fucking weirdo. You need a safeword."
"Since when?" Robert questioned, sitting up on his elbows. This wasn't exactly their first rodeo when it came to getting rough and it'd never been brought up before.
"Since you decided you wanted a big strong superhero—who as you love to point out, has anger issues—to beat your ass raw. You're still a fragile normie. Pick a word or I'm gonna be tender as fuck instead."
"I feel like threatening me with being a kind and gentle lover is unhealthy and it's even worse that it's definitely working on me."
"Word, bitch. Now."
"Alright caveman, relax." Robert considered for a second. "Pulse."
Flambae snorted. "You're ridiculous, but whatever." He sat on the bed and manhandled Robert over his lap. One hand gripped Robert's hair hard, shoving his face down into the bed while the other slid soothingly over his ass. The sting in his scalp made him groan, muffled by the sheets. He couldn't see what was happening, so the first slap shocked him so hard he almost rolled off of Flambae's lap.
"Stay fucking still and take it." Flambae hissed, yanking harder on Robert's hair. "If you end up on the floor you're staying there the rest of the fucking night."
Another thudding smack came down on the other cheek this time, sending vibrations through his whole body and straight to his balls. He felt his dick twitch helplessly against Flambae's muscular thigh, a trickle of precum leaking out. Another slap, then another, increasing in speed and intensity, until Robert was choking back sobs and his cock was harder than it'd maybe ever been.
Flambae gently trailed his fingers along the meat of Robert's ass, over the reddened, inflamed skin, pressing just hard enough to make Robert feel it all over again just from a gentle touch.
"You're so close, aren't you?" He taunted. "You've been taking it like a champ. You should see it. Your bony little ass is as red as your face right now."
His fingers circled their prize like a shark scenting blood, moving slowly towards Robert's hole. Robert heard Flambae spit in his hand and then felt a finger at his entrance. Flambae opened him up slowly, almost agonizingly so. It seemed like he was actively taking the effort to torturously miss Robert's prostate as he scissored his fingers and added more.
"Fuuuck Chad, stop fucking teasing." Robert moaned, grinding against Flambae's leg. It wasn't enough.
"What did I say before?" Flambae pulled his fingers out and smacked down hard enough again to have Robert bucking forward. "You want some dick? You. Fucking. Beg." He punctuated his words with three more solid hits, the last one the hardest yet. It was suddenly very clear how much he'd been holding back his strength for Robert's safety as he saw stars and nearly came on Flambae's thigh from the intensity of the blow.
Robert's jaw clenched, feeling Flambae's girth twitch against his stomach. He needed it inside him so fucking bad.
"Fuck Please, Chad. Fuck me, please."
"See how easy it is to ask nicely?"
Flambae pulled Robert up by his hair and maneuvered him so they were facing each other, Robert straddling Flambae's lap, their cocks pressed together and pulsing with heat. When Robert could support himself, Flambae's hand moved to gently stroke at his cheek, sliding along the tear tracks from the sobs that were torn from him at Flambae's hands.
"It's stupid how pretty I think you are." Flambae whispered, wiping them away. His hand stroked softly along Robert's cheek and ended up cupped beneath his mouth.
"Spit." He commanded.
Robert turned beet red, but he did as he was told, gathering saliva in his mouth before letting it drip into the offered palm. Flambae added his own soon after, not breaking eye contact as he lowered his hand down to his cock.
He leaned in for a kiss, sloppy and slow. Robert could hear the squelching noise of Flambae coating his cock in their makeshift lube, and then he felt those big hands on his ass again. Flambae kneaded his fingers into it and then spread Robert open, picking him up enough to line up with his massive length without ever taking his lips off of him. They both let out a long groan as Robert sank down, needing to stop halfway to adjust to the size. Flambae's cock was too big for his own good, and getting split open like this with just some spit and a dream never quite got easier.
When his ass met Flambae's thighs, he yelled in pain and pleasure, his nerves on fire again from the reminder of each and every blow Flambae had lovingly dealt him. Each time he rose and fell it sent a shock through his system. Between Flambae's cock pounding his prostate, the heated sting of skin on skin, and the fact that he was already on the edge, he wasn't going to last long. It wasn't a surprise when barely a minute later he came untouched with a silent scream all over Flambae's hairy chest and abs. When he went limp, unable to keep moving, Flambae simply lifted him up and shoved him back down, milking his prostate and using him like a sex doll until he too shot his scalding load deep inside Robert.
They stayed there for a while with Flambae still unbearably hot inside him as he softened, both of them panting, their foreheads pressed together.
"You did so fucking good." Flambae whisperer breathlessly.
"Not so bad yourself." Robert slurred.
Eventually Flambae finally lifted Robert off of his mostly soft cock, which fell against his thigh with a heavy, wet thwack. Robert started to leak cum down his thighs, and Flambae laid him down on his belly quickly but gently. Robert started to turn over but he was immediately pushed back down.
"Don't move dumbass." Flambae chided. He walked into his bathroom and came out with a wet towel and a bottle of aloe gel. He poured some of it in his hands and began to gently rub it over the tender skin. It wasn't as soothing as it could have been—Flambae's naturally scorching hands negated the cooling effect of the aloe a bit—but Robert felt himself relaxing anyway.
"Why d'you even have that if you can't burn?" He teased.
Flambae blushed. "Well, some people I know can burn, and those same people have no fucking sense of self-preservation. I'm trying to get better at this shit, alright? I've never had a boyfriend who's so fucking fragile. And right now this is the best I've got to keep you from bruising too badly. I'll get better stuff if you want this again."
"A guy who buys first aid supplies just for me. How romantic." Robert deadpanned.
"Fuck off." Flambae said, though there wasn't any real venom in it. He used the towel next to clean his own abs and Robert's puffy hole and pale thighs carefully, as best he could without a bath, then tossed it carelessly off the side of the bed.
"If I step on that nasty ass towel in the middle of the night I'm throwing you off the bed." Robert said as Flambae pulled him close.
"Cute, but your noodle arms couldn't move me if you tried." He shot back.
Robert shoved him playfully before settling into his arms for the night.
"Sorry I'm a bit late." Robert apologized as he once again walked into the conference room where Flambae was waiting across from Blazer this time. He'd needed a little extra time for obvious reasons to get ready this morning, and had insisted Flambae go first without him. Robert could afford to be late for this meeting. Flambae could not.
"No worries, we were just about to get star-- are you... okay?" Blazer asked as Robert seemed to be sitting down in slow motion, wincing nearly every step of the way.
"I'm fine, no worries." Robert replied too quickly as Flambae snorted across the table from them.
Blazer looked between them. "Y'know what? I don't need to know." Her eyes fixed on Flambae. "Let's discuss what happened yesterday and how you can improve on future calls..."
She pulled out a file and spread the relevant documents out on the table, Robert chiming in where necessary, not speaking much and letting Blazer take the lead due to his conflict of interest. He shifted in his seat, feeling the lingering ache of the bruises the man across the table had given him. Flambae shot him a knowing smirk for just a moment before returning his attention back to Blazer. Robert looked down at the hand-shaped burns on the table that the custodian hadn't been able to get out. The same hands that handled him so roughly and so gently the night before. He squirmed, barely catching himself from letting out a choked moan.
As the meeting wrapped up, Blazer left first and Flambae leaned down into Robert's ear before stepping out. "Professionalism, Bob Bob. Remember?" He nipped at Robert's earlobe and then left the room, leaving Robert alone with a sore ass and a hard-on.
It was gonna be a long fucking day.