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The low hiss of the canister was all the warning Zeno had. He couldn’t suppress the string of coughs that escaped from him.
“I told you not touch anything!” Victor roared; his long strides quickly crossing the lab to grasp the canister, quickly tightening the valve. “Senseless imbecile,” Victor muttered to himself as regarded the green metal with disdain. He had enough of Zeno meddling in his experiments. First, it was the constant meetings. A requirement of the higher-ups for funding. Victor doubted that toying around with his lab counted as an order from a higher-up.
Zeno sniffed as he flicked out a cigarette, rolling the unlit cylinder between his saliva-coated lips, still wet from his coughing fit. The familiar weight brought him some minor comfort before he turned his frustration back towards the doctor. “You should check your valves more often. That one seemed…loose,” Zeno grumbled, searching for some smartass remark to regain some semblance of the control he sensed he had lost.
Victor only huffed in response, turning to tower over the haughty man, and meeting him with a sneer. “If you have finished stumbling around my lab like a lost child, may we continue this meeting in my study?” Victor hissed, a heavy hand dropping onto Zeno’s shoulder and pushing the man towards the door. Zeno quickly twisted his shoulder out from Victor’s grip and stomped in the direction of his office.
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At first, everything had seemingly returned to normal. Victor delivered his typical dry report, hoping to shorten the duration of this meeting and return to his research. In the background of his mind though, something itched. Something important.
Zeno shuffled within his chair, unable to get comfortable as he tried to focus on their meeting. His legs twitched. The muscles refused to settle as something akin to electricity soared through his veins. The restlessness refused to settle, and he found it harder and harder to focus on the gentle, steady voice of Victor as he reviewed the data. Zeno knew it was dry. He typically despised these meetings. Yet he found his eyes wandering to latch onto Victor’s lips.
He quickly recognized it. He was aroused. He internally cursed to himself; this meeting needed to end. Now. Zeno suddenly rose, pushing the chair back with a loud screech as the wood scraped across the floor. “Enough!” He paused, swallowing, “Pardon, but I believe I have heard more than enough for tonight. I will schedule another meeting shortly.” Zeno’s tongue sought out the cigarette, finding the immediate bitter taste of the snapped stub met him instead.
Victor looked at him questioningly, his headset making minor robotic noises as the lenses adjusted before he suddenly clapped his hands together in realization. “XR-93! Of course!” Victor exclaimed before grabbing another folder. “I’m afraid I cannot permit you to leave. Unfortunate, as I’d prefer it myself.”
Zeno spat the remainder of the broken cigarette from his mouth, glaring at Victor. “You cannot keep me from leaving.”
“Oh, but I can,” Victor quickly rose and closed the space between them, towering over Zeno. Heat seared within Zeno’s stomach as he found himself looking up at the beast of a doctor. “I’m afraid we need to let this run its course and burn out. No telling what either of our…delicate biologies could cause,” Victor smiled down at him, removing the headset.
Zeno sneered and tried to step away, using his superhuman speed, but Victor’s hand painfully grasped his shoulder, forcing it out of its socket from the attempt. Zeno released a loud shriek of pain, stumbling back and staring angrily at Victor before Victor was atop him again, gently caressing the hanging limb.
“Shh…shhh…Ah, we can make this fast. We just have to burn it out,” Victor whispered, his hot breath fanning over Zeno’s enraged face as the smaller man struggled. His clothes had suddenly started to feel too tight. The fabric felt too rough against his flesh.
Victor regarded him, face almost appearing soft as he took in Zeno’s form. His large fingers trailed up Zeno’s dislocated arm, across his chest, and to his crotch before gently palming him. Almost immediately, his hand was met with Zeno’s growing arousal, and Victor couldn’t stop the laughter that rolled through him. “You can’t refuse. I know you hate this as much as I do, but your body says otherwise,” Victor rumbled, licking Zeno’s ear lobe.
Zeno shivered at the mixture of the sensation of Victor’s reptilian tongue and his fetid breath. And yet, he found he could care less in the moment about the latter as his hips grinded against Victor’s palm, seeking out his touch. “Disgusting, ugly man, “ Zeno groaned, eyes closing as he tried to imagine himself anywhere but here. Victor only smiled and gave Zeno’s crotch a squeeze, causing Zeno’s eyes to shoot open.
“Bastard,” Zeno hissed, once again trying to extricate himself from beneath Victor, “Get off me!”
As if a switch flipped, Victor’s expression changed. His face wrinkled in displeasure as he unboxed Zeno, stepping back and regarding him calmly. Awaiting his next order.
Zeno looked down at his dislocated arm and grimaced before silently shoving it back into its socket. With his arm fixed, he felt the sudden flush of the full force of the arousal the pain had helped hide. His crotch throbbed with need, and all he could think about was cumming.
“Victor, what is needed to burn this shit off?” Zeno bit out as he stroked himself through his pants, trying to find somebody relief, yet failing as his long cock caught uncomfortably in his pants leg.
“Time mainly. Orgasming can help, of course. Flushes it through the system,” Victor responded, sounding annoyed as his body seemed to come back to him, the parasite in him seemingly satisfied with his behavior for the moment.
“How fucking much time, genius?” Zeno snapped. He cursed. Of course Victor wouldn’t be helpful. The dick. Zeno had to take care of things himself. He could no longer bare the discomfort of his cock trapped in the tight confines of his pants leg. He quickly freed his member, stroking it in long, sharp movements. He closed his eyes, focusing only on the sensation of the pleasure as he worked his cock.
“A few hours max,” Victor shrugged, shifting to palm his own cock as he watched Zeno stroke himself. His forked tongue flicked out, tasting the air briefly, before he released a low hum. “Bet you’d be a prettier sight with your mouth full,” Victor grinned.
Zeno groaned in irritation, eyes shutting tighter as he tried his best to ignore the old man. Precum dropped generously down his throbbing length, thankfully helping his palm glide smoother against his palm. Zeno tried flipping through his memories, trying to find a pleasant one to focus on, but struggling to keep the sounds of Victor’s own pleasure from his ears. “Shut up, old man. You’re ruining it,” Zeno moaned, bucking his hips faster into his grip.
“We could always help each other out,” Victor purred. Zeno snarled in response, letting out a soft curse as he once again spoiled the string of pleasure he was trying so hard to pluck.
“When this is over, I’m going to kill you,” Zeno growled, opening his eyes. He pulled at his tie, quickly undressing himself. Victor smiled back at the man, reaching to undress himself before he was interrupted by a sharp bark from Zeno, “No. On. Your. Knees.”
Victor’s neck cracked as his head briefly twitched unnaturally before his large body dropped to his knees with a thud that vibrates the surrounding tiles. Zeno smacked his cock against Victor’s cracked lips, smearing precum across them like a gloss. “Be a good boy and suck,” Zeno commanded.
Victor immediately obeyed, lips parting to take the head of Zeno’s cock into his lukewarm mouth. His forked tongue toyed briefly with Zeno’s urethra before wrapping around his cock as he took more of his length into his mouth. Zeno released a soft hiss of pleasure as his cock hit the back of Victor’s throat, feeling the muscles of his throat twitch and grip against the intrusion before Victor pulled his head back, tongue stroking down his length, before pressing his head back down into Zeno’s crotch.
Zeno felt as if he momentarily left his body at the sensation, surprised that the old man did know a few new tricks. He threaded his fingers through Victor’s silver hair, setting the rhythm. Zeno couldn’t help the litany of praises that dripped from his lips as he felt his orgasm sneak up on him. His hips bucked hard against Victor’s face, breaking the older man’s nose as he chased his orgasm. Victor wheezed as he tried to breathe through it, the blood and cum mixing in his mouth and trachea.
As soon as it had started, Zeno withdrew his cock from Victor’s mouth, looking down at the man in pure disgust as Victor looked at him with a glazed expression. “Pathetic,” Zeno sneered as he grabbed a tissue from one of Victor’s shelves and wiped his cock off, leaving the old man to take care of himself.