Fuck for Fun

He tossed the body of his new pet onto the bed after sneaking into the safe house, just as Alex thought he wouldn’t have to worry about explaining Desmond to anyone, that voice stopped him in his tracks.
“And what’s this, Mercer?” Alex turned around to see none other than Captain Robert Cross standing in the doorway of the bedroom in the abandoned apartment that served as their safe house from Blackwatch. The soldier appeared more than irritated as his eyes scanned from the figure resting on the bed to the Blacklight virus that had brought it. Mercer merely grinned as he sat on the edge of the bed and gently petted Desmond’s short brown hair. “It followed me home so I figured I could keep it, and besides, he’s not infected and that’s surprising with all the shit going on out there.” Desmond gave a low groan before rolling over for more sleep, not even considering the people that were around him at the current moment. Cross gave a curt glare to Alex before heading back out into the main living space, the place where most of his weaponry remained just in case it was needed due to the infected that wandered around outside. “Fine, but if there are any searches for him because he’s turned up missing, we’re getting rid of him. I’m heading out for supplies and to check on my team.” The captain geared up as he spoke, all of his communication gear, weapons, and survival equipment strapped to his body so that a human like him could venture out into the fray of the infection. Alex huffed a sigh past his lips and knew he was stuck where he was until Cross came back, leaving him without anyone for conversation until either one came back or the other woke up.

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In all honesty, he couldn’t remember exactly who had asked him to come here, but some people in Empire City were worried about a terrorist attack elsewhere that dealt with a bio-weapon which had caused a mass infection within a large section of the city. The hero of Empire City was really the only person any felt could handle going into a war zone with military and infected to make certain that people were getting the help they so desperately needed and deserved. It was that good nature of his, as well as his want to become stronger to defeat The Beast, that brought him here to the quarantined area of Manhattan Island; electricity coursed through his arms, his whole body on high alert for anything that may try to attack him. Military allowed him in, Moya contacting Blackwatch and letting them know that he would be coming to help so that he didn’t have to worry about getting shot at. Cole waited for his contact, a man by the name of Robert Cross who was supposed to be leading things in the quarantine area in capturing the cause of the virus, an individual by the codename ZEUS. He was just about to take off scouting the area out until he spotted an older man heading over towards him with a small group of soldiers trailing behind, he was saluted and returned the gesture in order to show respect. “Captain Robert Cross, you are Cole McGrath?”
“Yeah, so I’m supposed to help you find someone?” Cole was used to stuff like this, courtesy of Moya having him run all over Empire City to fight Sasha, Aldan Tate, and then finally face off against Kessler just in order to bring the city back to its’ former self after the incident with the Ray Sphere.
“The individual is Dr. Alex J. Mercer, Codename: ZEUS. He was the one who caused the outbreak at Penn Station and is the most infected; we find Mercer, we stop the outbreak and then the quarantine crew can come in and clean up the rest.” Cole nodded, walking along with the captain as they looked over a map of the area in order to figure out where best to station soldiers to catch Mercer.

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He was bored, and not just any type of bored, the type that made a person want to get out and do something. Desmond was still passed out, Alex figuring that he hadn’t slept very much before he had been found and Cross still wasn’t back. If he knew one thing from back when he was human, Desmond was going to be hungry when he woke up from his slumber. Alex headed to the bedroom, looking through the various clothes he had for disguises if he didn’t feel like manipulating his body to disguise himself as someone he had absorbed. The outfit was pretty basic, feminine jeans and a tight black baby tee with a rather intricate design of angel wings emblazoned on the front in a glittery substance that seemed to be on most women’s clothing that he had noticed; he even pulled out a pair of black lace panties and matching bra that he had collected on his various searches through the quarantine area for supplies. The virus began shedding his own clothing, his jacket resting on a chair close to the full length mirror hanging on the far wall while his dress shirt and hoodie landed close by, his jeans soon adding to the pile. Alex bent over in order to slide into the panties, his body morphing to let the lace become form fitting; grabbing the bra, ice blue eyes looked over his shoulder at his reflection in the mirror, focusing more on the crimson design of the winged heart that rested just above his ass, which added to the feminine look he was going for. When he was still human, he had apparently gotten it one drunken night with friends, demanding that it be the design from the leather jacket Karen had bought him for his birthday because he liked the design. Alex recalled when he learned about his having the tattoo the first time he and Cross had sex while putting on the bra and once more letting his body modify itself to fit into the restrictive piece of clothing.

Their lips crashed together and hands flew over every body part accessible in the rushed movements. He was slammed against the wall as their lips finally disconnected, both of them gasping for needed air. Nothing about this was romantic or caring, it was really just nothing more than sex, an outlet for aggression and other emotions since neither men were gay; why would they be gay? Alex threaded his fingers through that black and white streaked hair as he pulled the captain in for another kiss, those gloved hands lifting up his jacket, hoodie, and shirt in order to touch the flesh underneath. He could feel the older man’s erection pressing against his ass while his legs were wrapped around the soldier’s waist, only furthering to spur on the need for this encounter. Cross took the military issue combat knife from its’ sheath on his thigh in order to cut away the shirt and hoodie on Mercer’s torso, the fabric falling away to the ground beneath them before he got started on cutting along the seam of the legs of the jeans that the virus preferred to wear so that nothing would be in his way as Alex shucked off his leather jacket, the only thing he wore that the captain had yet to attack. The knife clattered to the cement as Cross dropped it to dislodge Mercer from his waist, needing to rid himself of his own clothing. Once his feet touched solid ground, Alex dropped to his knees and began divesting the captain of his pants, soon letting the heavy camouflage material pool around the older man’s ankles and allowing the virus access to his goal. Cross had been unbuckling various belts that held equipment on when he felt a warm and wet heat surround his cock, nearly making his knees buckle as he lost his concentration from the feeling alone. His hips instinctively bucked into the heat, those slim hands of Mercer stroking the inside of his thighs only furthering his need to be buried deep within Mercer’s body. The top that the captain wore soon met with the ground beneath them and Alex continued his ministrations of the captain’s hardened member, tongue lolling around the sensitive head while the wet muscle split into several smaller tentacles, something Alex actually didn’t know he could do while each individual rope of saliva coated muscle seemed to have a mind of it’s own that wrapped around the length of Cross’ dick and pulsated in order to give a far batter feeling, which was obvious when Cross let loose a low and heated moan and Alex felt fingers threading into his hair to keep him where he knelt. He continued to suckle at the blood engorged flesh that was currently filling his mouth, his hands running along those scarred legs, obviously from years of fighting and war, something Alex had never really known since he was never in the military. As fingers grazed across the captain’s testicles, he could feel them tighten, signalling that there wasn’t much longer before Cross would cum and then make him useless. He was quickly hauled to his feet by his hair, wincing as he felt some of the brown locks rip from his scalp before he was shoved to face the wall that had been close by the whole time. Fingers found purchase along the mortar of the cinderblock wall while his cheek scraped against the rough stone surface, feeling blood trickle from the scratches. Alex kept waiting expectantly for what was to come next until he heard a low chuckle from the older man. “Never would have guessed you to be the type for such a design, Mercer, but I would have expected it to be your own name just so people know who it is they’re fucking.” The comment made Alex freeze for a moment, his brain working to figure out what exactly Cross was talking about that he had on his backside until he felt the captain thrust hard and deep into his body, brain becoming dead of all thoughts other than a need for sex. The captain wrapped a hand around Alex’s hardened cock, giving it a few experimental stroke that had the virus moaning with his head falling back onto his shoulder. Alex couldn’t stop moaning as he felt Cross thrust in and out of his body, making him crave every motion from the older man. The virus felt lips touching at his neck before teeth bit down on the flesh and the hand on his dick had tightened as it stroked, Mercer moaning more as he bucked into that loving hand. Their meeting thrusts against one another continued to increase in speed as they fucked, Alex finally feeling Cross shoot semen deep into his body that only forced his own orgasm as the milky fluid shot from the head of his cock and spattered onto the wall he had been bracing himself against for stability.

He couldn’t help but smile a bit as he pulled his feminine shirt down over his newly formed breasts, jeans already on and his hair and face becoming far more feminine with his manipulation of his DNA. Glancing back over at Desmond’s slumbering form, Alex figured he’d have a good while before Cross would come back or Desmond would wake up and dashed out the window, doing his best not to leave too much of a crater as he dropped down to the ground; he dashed off in order to head for supplies, since he did doubt that Cross would even remember to pick up supplies that would be needed. He blended into the crowds easily, still amazed that there’d still be people able to live their normal lives through all of what was happening. Thankfully some stores were still open and people willing to actually buy items rather than steal everything in the group hysteria. Alex slipped inside one of the grocery stores, able to buy just the necessities. After at least an hour of struggling not to consume the annoying old lady that was trying to get discounts on all of her items, Alex was able to pay for his own things and headed out to the streets in order to collect more supplies. Just as he had turned the corner, he slammed into someone, falling onto his ass (thankful for the extra padding for having a “bubble butt”), and dropping his bags onto the sidewalk. He had began climbing to his feet when he felt muscular arms gripping him and hauling him to his feet, Alex’s first instinct was to say something to Cross until electric blue eyes met with his own. The man wasn’t someone he knew, and the crackle of blue electricity around his arms certainly meant that he wasn’t human. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking all that well on where I was going.” His voice actually made Alex blush a slight bit as he held onto the man. “Uh no, it was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention when I was turning the corner.” He tucked a long lock of chocolate coloured hair behind his ear, mentally questioning why he was acting so feminine and then reminding himself that he was technically a girl at the current moment. The man released him and bent to pick up the dropped bags, Alex leaning over slightly to get a better view of a rather well toned ass that he couldn’t help but lick his lips over. As he was met with the man’s face once more, Alex thankfully took the bags and smiled to him. “My name’s Alex…Alex Cross. It’s good to meet you…”
“Cole. Cole McGrath. I’m helping the military in finding the terrorist that caused all of this, just be careful heading home.” Cole dashed off and was quick to climb one of the nearby buildings, leaving Alex standing there shifting a bit uncomfortably in his now dampened underwear. The mention of him hunting the terrorist was one thing, translating into the fact that Cross asked for outside help, almost as if the captain wanted to be rid of him, two could play at this game if that was what was going to happen.