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Robert took a deep breath to steady himself before knocking on the door of Flambae’s condo. After revealing his secret identity to the team Flambae attempted to fry him on the spot. Thankfully Golem and Waterboy stepped in otherwise he would’ve been burnt toast. Despite his better judgement (and literally everyone telling him not to) he decided to go after the pyrotechnic. He tried to tell himself that it was so they weren’t down a hero next shift but it was more than that. While working at SDN he’s seen a new side to the Z team that no one was willing to indulge. In particular he saw how much Flambae actually cared about his friends and hero work. The man he had fought with in a burning down mall was only a small piece of the puzzle that is Flambae. Also he felt a bit guilty about what he had done all those years ago. He hadn’t intended to mutilate Flambae but his back had been against a wall. If he could do it over again he would but that wasn’t possible.
He heard someone shuffling behind the door before it was open just a sliver. In that sliver he saw a single glowing orange eye glaring at him.
“The fuck do you want, bitch?” Flambae spat at him.
Robert raised his hands in a nonthreatening manner. “I come in peace; I just want to talk.”
“Why the actual fuck would you think I would want to do that?”
“Because we’re both adults who can talk about our feelings in a mature manner.”
Flambae scoffed. “You seriously want to talk about feelings?”
“I do.” Robert affirmed. “Also Prism is worried about you. Can I at least make sure you’re alright, for her sake?”
Flambae stared long and hard at him before slamming the door. At first Robert thought he was unsuccessful before hearing several locks click. Flambae opened the door, looking down at Robert from his full height to asses him before stepping aside.
“You have five minutes.”
Robert hadn’t been sure what to expect from Flambae’s condo. Not only was it impeccably clean but also quite fashionable. Just because he slept in a chair didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate good decorating. It overall had a very sleek look with mainly black furniture. There were pops of red and orange here and there which he wasn’t too surprised by. He followed Flambae into a surprisingly homey kitchen who immediately went to the fridge to grab a beer. Robert sat down at the table while Flambae cracked his beer open and proceeded to chug half the bottle like it was nothing. He supposed after a night of cheap whiskey beer wouldn’t feel like much.
Flambae sat down heavily across from him. “So?”
Robert had to think for a moment before speaking. To be fair he didn’t think he’d get this far. “I want to start by saying sorry about lying and about what happened when we fought.”
Flambae narrowed his eyes at him and held up his mutilated hand. “Sorry doesn’t bring my fingers back, bitch.”
“I know. Trust me, I know. Which is why I wanna try and make it up to you.”
Flambae scoffed and took another swig of his beer. “Make it up to me? How the fuck do you plan on doing that?”
Robert was drawing a blank. He didn’t exactly have the money to pay damages to Flambae and they were both needed for the team.
“What would you want me to do? Within reason.” He quickly added.
“Can I cut off your fingers?”
“I kinda need them for work.”
Flambae grumbled a bit. “Ugh, fine. Can I at least punch you in the face like once a week?”
“Once a month and you have a deal.”
Flambae studied him for a moment before standing up. “Starting now.”
Robert jolted a bit in his seat. “Now?”
“Yes, now. Get up, bitch.”
While Robert had initially been willing to take a punch from Flambae he didn’t plan on it being that night. He was still pretty beat up from the bar fight but he felt he didn’t have a choice in the matter. He tried to stop himself from shaking as he stood from his chair. When Flambae strode towards him he found himself backing up until he was pressed against the wall. Flambae grabbed the collar of his shirt and raised his fist. Robert squeezed his eyes shut and prepared himself for the pain that was to come.
One second.
Five seconds.
A whole fifteen seconds passed without anything happening before he cracked an eye open. Flambae still has his first raised but he saw doubt behind his eyes. Eventually Flambae sighed and lowered his fist.
“Shit. I can’t do it when you look so pathetic.”
Robert raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Uh, thanks?”
“That wasn’t a compliment, bitch.”
Robert snapped his mouth shut and his gaze fell to the floor. The energy around them felt odd and he couldn’t exactly place what it was. Frustration rolled off of Flambae in waves and all Robert could do was look at the polished wood floor.
It was then that a thought occurred to Robert. A thought so crazy it might actually work, as cheesy as it was.
“I have a suggestion.” Robert said hesitantly.
Flambae raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah?”
Robert took a deep breath and spoke before he lost his nerve. “You could fuck me.”
Something in Flambae’s brain seemed to short circuit and he was quiet.
“I know this sounds like a cheap porno but the only thing more satisfying than beating your enemy is fucking them.” Robert began to ramble. “I know you said I wasn’t your type but I’ve seen the way you look at me. You’re impossibly out of my league and I could never dream of being with someone like you but we really need to—“
He was cut off by Flambae grabbing him and roughly kissing him. It was all teeth and tongue that made Robert’s knees weak. Without even thinking about it he wrapped his arms around Flambae’s neck and pulled him closer. Warm hands quickly settled on his ass and started squeezing. He moaned into the kiss before yelping as he was easily lifted. He saw Flambae smirk as Robert wrapped his legs around his waist, his muscles flexing as he carried him out of the kitchen into the living room.
Robert was unceremoniously dropped onto Flambae’s couch before the hero began stripping off his suit. It had already left little to the imagination but the sight of his unclothed body made Robert’s mouth water. Flambae’s half hard cock snapped out of the suit before it was tossed to the other side of the room.
Flambae pulled his hair out of his ponytail. “Suck it.”
Robert nodded hazily and moved forward to kiss the tip of Flambae’s dick. It had been a while since he sucked a dick but judging by the noises Flambae was making he wasn’t doing half bad. He felt his pussy throb as he took more of Flambae into his mouth. Flambae gripped the hair on top of Robert’s head and thrust a bit. When Robert didn’t gag he moaned deeply.
“Fucking hell, Bob Bob.”
Robert hollowed his cheeks and began to bob his head up and down Flambae’s length. He sure as hell wasn’t compensating for anything with how heavy he was on Robert’s tongue. He could feel his boxers getting wet with anticipation of having that thing inside him. He didn’t bring any condoms but if he did the math right he should be okay. So long as Flambae was clean they could bareback to their hearts content. He didn’t smell anything funky and he looked clean so he assumed they were all good.
Without warning Flambae pulled him off of his dick, precum and saliva dribbling down Robert’s chin.
“Strip.” Flambae commanded.
It was then a pit of anxiety formed in his stomach. He had neglected to mention that he was transgender before they started anything. Flambae didn’t seem like the transphobic type so he figured at worst he just wouldn’t be into him and he’d have to head home with his tail between legs. He really didn’t want that to happen.
“Wait.” Robert said quickly. “You should know, um, that is to say…”
Flambae raised an eyebrow at him but waited for him to finish.
“Maybe it’s better if I just show you.”
He trembled a bit as he began to unbutton his shirt. Flambae watched him hungrily but became confused when he saw extra fabric beneath Robert’s shirt. Robert spent most of money on maintaining the suit so he never had the opportunity to get top surgery. He would tell himself he would save up money for it but something always came up. He slid his uniform shirt off of his shoulders and pulled the binder over his head. His breasts weren’t large by any means but he still wasn’t able to wear a t-shirt in public without his binder.
“Gynecomastia?” Flambae said.
Huh?
“What? No, I’m trans.”
Flambae let out a soft oh before falling quiet again. He seemed to be deep in thought but his dick was still very much hard.
“Is that a deal breaker?” Robert asked.
“No.” Flambae said hesitantly before seeming to snap out of it. “No. I can handle this. It’s just another hole.”
Robert raised a brow at him. “A much more complicated hole.”
“But a hole nonetheless.” Flambae thought for a moment before pointing to the couch. “Lay down for me.”
Robert complied and laid on his back. He did his best to relax as his pants and boxers were pulled off of him. With some hesitation he spread his legs open so that Flambae could get a good look at him. His eyes widened briefly before he sat down and poked at his wet folds with a single finger. Robert gasped softly as a finger ran through his wetness from his entrance up to his clit. Flambae gently pressed down on his clit and he audibly gasped at the stimulation. Flambae seemed to notice this and circled his clit with his finger.
“This is the clitoris, right?”
Robert huffed out a small laugh. “Yes, that’s clitoris. Congrats, you found it. Do you need an anatomy lesson?”
“No!” Flambae said defensively. “I got this.”
Robert thought about making another snarky comment but decided against it. This was likely Flambae’s first time with this type of anatomy so he had to be patient. Flambae continued to explore with his fingers causing Robert to slowly get riled up. He was able to hold back most of his noises but Flambae would stroke him just right and he’d actually whimper.
“How do suck, eh, how do I…?”
Robert was surprised at what Flambae’s offering. Most men wouldn’t touch him when they found out he had a pussy let alone eat him out. Though he was a bit lost on how to explain it to a beginner.
“You ever seen Sinners?” Robert eventually said.
“Of course.” Flambae searched his expression before realization hit him. “Oh! Ok, I got this.”
Flambae moved down and shifted so that Robert’s legs were draped over his shoulders. He parted his labia with his fingers and slowly licked him from bottom to top. Robert almost cried in relief at the contact. At first Flambae’s movements were slow but as Robert’s moans and whines increased he became more confident. It was messy and uncoordinated but goddamn it felt amazing. Before he knew it he was gripping the couch and jolting as an orgasm ripped through him. Flambae jumped back a bit when his walls began to convulse on his tongue but was quick to continue. Even though he just came Robert craved more so he tapped Flambae’s shoulder to get his attention. He felt his pussy twitch at the sight of the mess he left on Flambae’s face.
“If you don’t get something in me soon I’m gonna jump your bones.”
He saw Flambae’s eyes widen briefly before he smirked and inserted a finger into him. He started with one to get a feel for what he was in for.
“Damn, Bobert.” He said in amazement. “Gonna need a bucket and a mop when we’re done.”
Robert laughed a bit at the assumed reference. “Am I tight like a nun?”
Flambae growled a bit deep in his throat. “Like Cardi fucking B.”
He eventually worked another finger inside him and began feeling around for that spot that he knew would drive Robert crazy. After some creative curling the tips of his fingers hit an area that made Robert cry out and his toes curl. He took a mental note of that as he withdrew his fingers. He stood up onto his knees and pulled Robert’s hips with him. He pressed the head of his cock against Robert’s entrance and when the other man ground his hips he took that as his cue to push in. He had to go slow both for his sake and Robert’s. He felt himself heating up from how Robert’s walls gripped him like an anaconda around its prey.
“Fuck, Bob Bob. You really are tight like a nun.”
Robert moaned at that as his walls twitched with the praise. Slowly but surely Flambae began to move faster. The condo was filled with the sounds of sex that no doubt the neighbors could hear. Fuck his neighbors, Flambae thought.
“You take me so fucking good, Bob Bob.” Flambae panted out. “You look so good split on my fucking cock.”
“Flambae!” Robert gasped out.
“Chad.” He enunciated with a harsh slap of his hips. “Say my name.”
In the back of his mind his brain faltered a bit at him being named Chad of all things but he was too busy chasing his pleasure to care.
“Chad!”
He felt Flambae’s hands begin to heat on his skin. Not enough to scorch but enough where there would be marks left. Robert pulled Chad down by his shoulders to kiss him hard. Their teeth clacked together before they were able to adjust. Flambae’s hand crept between them and he began to rub fast circles on Robert’s clit.
“Keep doing that, Chad!”
Robert slowly felt his pleasure building to a pique that made his legs shake around Chad’s hips. It was almost unbearable as he handled his hips and began hitting Robert in just the right place.
“Where do you want me to come?” Flambae forced out.
He was so lost in pleasure he almost didn’t care. If he wasn’t being fucked into jelly he might’ve had the thought that Chad coming inside wasn’t a good idea. Unfortunately that part of his brain could only think about how hot it would be to be filled with come.
“Inside!” He choked out.
Flambae groaned deeply and picked up the pace of his thrusts. Before he knew it Robert was coming so hard his vision nearly went white. Chad cursed and after a few thrusts he buried himself to the hilt and emptied inside of Robert’s cunt. His come felt warm inside him and he swore he could feel it shooting into his uterus. This only prolonged his previous orgasm causing him to claw down Chad’s back.
Chad slipped out of Robert and fell back into the couch panting. Robert cringed a bit at the feeling of come dripping out of him as the cool air hit him. When he finally had the strength to sit up he saw that Flambae was already half hard again. He barely had time to think about how boned he was before Chad was pulling him back onto his lap.
“Ready for round two?”
Robert lost track of how many times he came that night. Flambae was relentless as he fucked him multiple times at various places in his condo. They had moved from the couch to the bathroom for a few rounds before eventually collapsing in Chad’s rather large bed. Flambae was quick to fall asleep but Robert managed to stay awake a bit longer.
He was amazed at how peaceful Flambae looked when he was asleep. His long dark hair fell over his shoulders and was soft to the touch. Robert never thought in his wildest dreams that he’d be able to touch Flambae’s hair but here he was in the former villain’s bed with come still dripping out of him. They had intended to take a shower when in the bathroom but they got extremely sidetracked. As much as he knew he needed a shower Robert knew he wasn’t going anywhere with how relaxed his body was. He slipped into one of the most restful sleeps he’d had in a long time.
When he awoke it was to the smell of eggs and coffee. He was alone in bed and he could see the sun rising over the city. Shit, what time is it? Beef was probably wondering where the hell he was. He thought about getting dressed and slipping out but his clothes were still in the living room. He slipped out of the bed and followed the smells to the kitchen. In the kitchen he saw Flambae adorned in a silk bathrobe cooking a hearty breakfast of eggs with vegetables and coffee. He had put his hair up in a bun and looked like he had already showered. Robert cleared his throat and Flambae turned his head.
“Jesus, Bobert!”
He turned off the stove and quickly made his way over to him. He took off his robe and wrapped it around Robert’s shoulders. He was surprised by this sudden gentleness.
“You were out like a fucking light, Bob Bob.” Chad said. “How are you feeling?”
Again, Robert was surprised. “You’re not mad at me anymore?”
Flambae gave him a pitying look. “Dude, I nutted in you like six times last night. Why would I still be mad at you?”
Robert found himself shrugging. “I don’t know. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if you were ready to let the whole Mecha Man thing go.”
“Like I said: nutted in you six times. It’s hard to stay mad at someone who’s still leaking my come.”
Robert pressed his thighs together at that. He really should go to the bathroom and take care of that.
“Right, about that—“
Flambae held his hand up to cut him off. “Don’t worry about it, wouldn’t be the first time that happened. There’s actually a glaze on the floor so it’s easy to clean.”
Huh. Now that he thought about the floors were suspiciously shiny.
“Now sit your skinny ass down and have a real meal. I swear you’re like a bag of bones.”
This was an interesting development. Where it would go neither of them knew but for now they could eat breakfast and finally enjoy each other’s company.