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Gunfire peppered the van's exterior. Sid yanked the door open and slid inside, settling directly across from Parker. The ex-cop met his gaze with a frigid stare, his face a mask of transparent rage and loathing. The virtual killer's lips curled into a smirk. "You know, Matthew Grimes is just one of the many personalities rattling around in here. But let me remind you: I didn't actually kill your family. I just possess the sickening delight of having done it."
"It doesn't matter," Parker spat. "One way or another, I'm bringing you down."
Sid let out a soft, melodic chuckle. He stood up and bridged the gap, straddling Parker's lap, a move designed to invade his space and provoke him. "What the hell are you doing?" Parker growled.
"Oh, nothing. Just getting a closer look. You seem terrified of me… or perhaps of what I'm capable of. I don't know, maybe… killing that psychologist you're trailing after? Madison Carter. Oh, I forgot to ask, she mention the implants in your neck?"
Parker's brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing. "What are you talking about?"
"I'll explain, it's a pin-sized capsule of neurotoxin. The same satellites they use to track your every move can trigger a microwave signal to pop it open. Once activated, you're dead in thirty seconds. You just took out two of their guards on your way out; how much time do you think you have left?"
Parker swallowed hard, his head dropping for a second. Sid reached out, hooking a finger under Parker's chin to force his gaze upward. The ex-cop jerked his face away, but the psychopath's grin only widened.
"You shouldn't put so much faith in that psychologist. I could be better for you. More reliable, even."
"You're the furthest thing from reliable. Don't flatter yourself; you're predictable."
"Guilty as charged," Sid conceded playfully. "But I'd never lie to you. Honestly, I relish the way you dog my every step, desperate to catch me. I love it. You seem obsessed."
The sadist was mocking him, but the truth was inverted. Sid was the one obsessed, constantly seeking ways to needle Parker. He needed him; he wanted Parker all to himself. Deep down, seeing Parker exchange glances with Madison ignited a feral jealousy.
"Look who's talking," Parker muttered, refusing to meet his eyes.
"You're mine," Sid purred, his voice a volatile mix of flirtation and fury. "And I want you all to myself."
"I'm nobody's property, least of all yours."
Suddenly, Sid began to grind his hips against Parker's lap, licking his lips with predatory intent.
"Get off me! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Parker tried to surge upward, but Sid slammed him back down. His hands clamped onto Parker's shoulders, pinning him against the van's wall with overwhelming force.
Bound by handcuffs, the ex-cop's range of motion was severely limited. He was trapped under Sid's weight, immobilized by the killer's strength. Sid leaned in, trailing his tongue along Parker's jawline. Parker wrenched his head to the side. "You're fucking insane."
The synthetic man merely laughed at the insult, a short, sharp sound. He shifted his hips more pointedly, earning a low growl from Parker. "You're sick."
"I know. And I love it, Barnsy."
Sid lived for this: the struggling, the insults, the pure hatred. It fed his ego. A raw, burning hunger told him to take whatever he wanted from the man currently defenseless against his whims. It was a depraved obsession, an itch he couldn't stop scratching. He wanted to crawl all over Parker like a spider on a wall, to feel him, to consume his very soul.
Noticing the ex-cop's grunts of discomfort, Sid slid off his lap and knelt between his legs. Parker managed to land a kick to his midsection, but the virtual killer rebounded instantly, delivering a brutal strike that left Parker's nose bleeding. Sid wiped the blood away with his fingers and licked them, his eyes locked onto Parker's. Despite any distaste for the flavor, he wanted to taste him.
The sadist snatched his pistol from the bench and leveled it at Parker as he knelt once more. Biting his lower lip, he easily tugged down Parker's grey trousers, revealing the prominent bulge beneath his dark boxers. With frantic energy, Sid pulled the fabric down. His eyes widened at the sight of Parker's length, already hard and heavy. He squeezed it firmly, forcing Parker to hiss through clenched teeth.
"I'm going to kill you. I swear it," Parker rasped, his eyes burning with fire.
Ignoring the threat, Sid ran his tongue from base to tip. His blue-green eyes remained fixed on Parker, shimmering, long-lashed, projecting a facade of submission while maintaining total dominance. He took Parker into his mouth, sucking with a desperate, vocal hunger. It wasn't just an act; it was a performance of worship, designed to disarm and claim. His tongue was a clever, insistent thing, tracing the thick vein on the underside before swirling around the flushed head, dipping into the slit to taste the bead of fluid gathering there. The wet, obscene sounds filled the van.
"Sid..." Parker groaned, his hips involuntarily twitching against the killer's mouth. The sound was torn from him, a betrayal of his body that his mind screamed against. His hands, cuffed in front of him, clenched into fists, the metal biting into his wrists. He hated this. He hated the pleasure, the heat, the undeniable skill with which Sid was undoing him.
Sid stared up at him, watching the conflict of pleasure and loathing play out across Parker's features. He savored every twitch of Parker's brow, every clench of his jaw. This was the real power, not the gun, not the physical strength, but the ability to shatter Parker's iron control from the inside out. He hollowed his cheeks, taking Parker deeper, the head bumping against the back of his throat. He hummed, a low, predatory sound that sent vibrations straight through Parker's core.
When the tension became too much, Parker surged with a guttural shout, his body arching as much as it could against the restraints. Sid swallowed every drop with a triumphant smile, his throat working greedily. He didn't pull away immediately, staying to lap at the softening flesh, cleaning him with possessive licks. Finally, he sat back, licking his lips. "Tasty."
But he wasn't finished. Not by a long shot. Sid shed his violet suit jacket and white shirt, tossing them aside to reveal his lean, athletic frame. The muscles in his chest and abdomen were well-defined, a testament to his perfect design. When he discarded his trousers, Parker's expression shifted from anger to pure bewilderment. Sid possessed… both sets of genitalia? It seemed Lindenmeyer had designed his "masterpiece" to fulfill every conceivable fantasy. Above a stiff, flushed cock, and below, the delicate, glistening folds of a vagina, already slick and shimmering with a faint blue tint.
Sid reached out to stroke Parker, coaxing him back to full hardness with practiced, firm pulls. His touch was knowing, designed to elicit the response he wanted. He climbed back onto Parker's lap, positioning his ass on his cock. He guided Parker inside, his breath catching as the head pushed past the initial resistance. He arched his back as he sank down, a sharp, shared gasp escaping both of them as he took Parker to the hilt. It was a tight, perfect fit, a velvet grip that seemed custom-made for him.
Lost in the sensation, Sid began to move. It was a slow, deliberate roll of his hips at first, grinding down to feel every inch. He leaned in to kiss Parker; Parker didn't return it, but he didn't pull away either, a silent concession that Sid relished. Sid looked hauntingly beautiful and obscene draped over him, his head thrown back, his throat exposed, the lines of his body taut with pleasure. He was stirring feelings in Parker that he didn't want to acknowledge, a dark, possessive admiration for the creature's unapologetic carnality.
"Parker," Sid let out a breathless, jagged laugh. "you're so big... just as I thought..." The words were a taunt and a praise, designed to fluster and arouse.
Parker began to thrust upward, meeting Sid's rhythm. The movements were sharp, punishing, a way to reclaim some semblance of control. Despite the cuffs, he managed to reach out, his fingers finding the killer's other opening. A loud, unrestrained moan tore from Sid's throat as Parker's thumb brushed against the slick folds.
"Inside... please..." Sid pleaded, his voice cracking with need. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated want. Parker complied, burying two fingers deep within the slick heat of his pussy. Now, it was Parker's turn to watch the killer unravel.
Sid's fingers clawed at the grey fabric of Parker's shirt, his movements becoming more frantic as he was filled from both sides. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. Parker added a third finger, pumping in and out of the tight, wet cavity in time with his upward thrusts. A shimmering, blue fluid, synthetic lubrication, began to coat his hand, dripping down Sid's thighs. Sid sped up, bouncing harder, taking him as deep as possible while his cries filled the van. The sounds were no longer calculated; they were the helpless noises of a body pushed to its limit.
Sensing the end, Parker pushed deeper, his thumb circling the sensitive nub of Sid's clit above. He stroked Sid's own cock in tandem, squeezing tight, his thumb smearing the pre-come beading at the tip.
Sid came hard against Parker's hand, his body shaking violently as he was filled and stretched from both sides. His orgasm ripped through him, a blinding wave of sensation that left him gasping and trembling. His internal muscles clenched rhythmically around Parker's cock and fingers, milking him for all he was worth. For a moment, the arrogant son of a bitch was gone, replaced by a being utterly consumed by pleasure, his face slack with ecstasy as he collapsed against Parker's chest, panting.
Exhausted but buzzing with adrenaline, Sid didn't want to stop. He watched as Parker licked the synthetic fluid from his own fingers, a low "Mmm" vibrating in his chest.
The killer slid off his lap. He knew that the moment he unlocked those handcuffs, Parker might try to kill him. But he was dying to see what would happen next.
Sid grabbed the keys lying on the floor and unlocked Parker's handcuffs. Parker jumped up and grabbed him roughly, shoving him against the wall, pinning Sid's wrists tightly against the metal surface. "You fucking bitch."
Parker's jaw clenched, staring at the killer. Sid tilted his head slightly up to look at him, as he was a few inches shorter than the ex-cop. "Do what you have to do, killer." Parker suddenly turned him around, shoving his face into the wall. "I'm not going to kill you, at least not now." Parker sighed heavily. "Do you really want me to fuck you?"
"It's obvious, isn't it, Barnsy?" Without warning, Parker grabbed his hips and thrust his cock back into Sid, but this time, into his cunt. The killer screamed and arched his back, his fingernails digging into the metal surface. One of Parker's hands held Sid's hand against the surface; he loved the difference between their hands and their bodies. With his other hand, Sid stroked his own cock. Parker caressed the bundle of nerves of Sid's pussy, making the killer cry out. "Parker... say you choose me instead of her... please..." Parker swallowed; it was only to give him the satisfaction... right? "I choose you..." This was lust, Parker thought, but there was something else too, and he was afraid of it.
Then, Parker managed to come inside Sid. The heat of it, the raw claim, sent a violent shudder through Sid's synthetic frame. He slumped against the wall, breathless, but the reprieve lasted only a moment. Parker, his expression a terrifying mask of predatory focus, wrenched Sid around and shoved him down to the cold metal floor. The killer landed with a grunt.
Parker needed to taste that pussy because he needed to hear the killer moan his name. It wasn't a question; it was a primal imperative. He knelt, spreading Sid's legs with rough, insistent hands, his gaze fixed on the swollen, glistening folds still slick with Parker's release and Sid's own blue-tinted arousal. He lowered his head, not with gentleness, but with the grim determination of a man claiming a debt.
The first touch of his tongue was a shock, a flat, broad stroke against Sid's entrance. Sid jolted, a choked gasp tearing from his throat. His hands, which had been braced against the floor, flew up to tangle desperately in Parker's thick black hair, not to push him away, but to anchor himself in the overwhelming sensation. Parker's mouth was hot, insistent, a stark contrast to the cold floor beneath Sid's back. He moved his hips, a helpless, rocking motion against Parker's tongue, seeking more of that friction, more of that heat.
Sid couldn't stop moaning, the sounds torn from him with each flick and swirl of Parker's tongue. They were raw, broken things, whimpers and gasps that betrayed every ounce of his manufactured composure. His pussy was dripping, a steady trickle of clear fluid and the faint shimmer of blue lubricant soaking the metal floor beneath them, marking the van with their depraved union. Parker ignored the mess, his focus absolute. He sealed his mouth over Sid's clit and sucked, hard.
Sid's back arched off the floor, a sharp cry of "Parker!" echoing in the confined space. The name was a curse, a prayer, a surrender. It was everything Parker wanted. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue working the sensitive bundle of nerves with relentless precision while one hand came up to grip Sid's hip, holding him steady for the onslaught. He pushed two fingers back inside, curling them to find that spot that made Sid see stars, his own essence mixing with Parker's as he pumped them in and out.
The dual sensation was too much. The wet, suctioning heat of Parker's mouth on his clit, the possessive thrust of his fingers deep inside, the raw, masculine scent of him filling Sid's senses, it was a complete sensory overload. The pleasure coiled in his abdomen, tight and hot and impossibly bright. His thighs began to tremble uncontrollably, his moans rising in pitch until they were frantic, high-pitched sobs.
Sid exploded in Parker's mouth. It wasn't a gentle wave but a violent, crashing torrent. His entire body seized, a silent scream caught in his throat as his internal muscles clamped down rhythmically on Parker's fingers. A gush of fluid, warmer than before, flooded Parker's tongue, and he drank it down, his groan of satisfaction vibrating against Sid's oversensitive flesh. He didn't stop, licking him through the aftershocks, prolonging the ecstasy until Sid was a boneless, whimpering wreck, utterly conquered and laid bare on the floor of the van.
Sid managed to get up then and put his suit back on, even though it was all disheveled.
Sid went over to Parker and kissed him. "I knew you were going to choose me." And the killer left, quickly. Parker had to kill him now, but he didn't want to after this. There was so much tension between them; Parker knew it was impossible to be around Sid, especially if he was a sadistic fuck who killed people for fun. Was he going to kill him? Yes. But when he took his module out, he wasn't going to break it; he was going to keep it. He didn't want to lose him forever.