I hate you

BANG BANG
Both shots firing straight through the bullseye of the target.

BANG BANG
His right hand not wavering, his left hand moving to touch the handle of his second revolver, ready to draw it when this one was empty.

BANG
There was someone else in the room. He paused his left hand, not wanting to waste those bullets when this gun was empty and yet not wanting to alert the other to his knowledge of his presence.

BANG
Yet as he emptied his revolver, the soft press of a gloved hand on his shoulder made him spin and slam the leather-clad body that was assaulting him against the wall. He moved to bring his knee up and get him right in the crotch, but a jolt of pure pain flowed through him, making his joints lock up and his teeth clench hard.

When it was over, Ocelot was left panting. “Forgot you could do that.”

His attacker grinned behind his mask, the gesture left unseen. “No you didn’t. But you’re starting to like it.”

Not one to be bested, Ocelot spun his empty revolver around his finger and slid it back into its holster before bringing up his knee again and successfully catching his opponent right in the groin. But before he could gloat about the pain he caused the other, another jolt of energy went right through him. This time his legs failed and he fell to the ground, twitching.

Mantis was right on top of him, straddling his hips and clutching the older man’s throat. “You’re hard.”

The electricity had left Ocelot’s lower body numb for a brief moment, but a quick shift of his hips showed that the telepath was right. “Unless you’re going to do something about it, I suggest you get off of me.”

Mantis didn’t move. He looked down at the man laying prone beneath him, and communicated to him telepathically. /Adamska…/

He couldn’t say no to a soft plead like that. Mantis wasn’t one for romantic words or gentle phrases, so that nearly unnoticeable plead that he only heard in his mind was all he was going to get. And it was all the man needed.

Ocelot sat up and grabbed Mantis’ shoulders, rolling over and pressing the other into the ground. He looked so fragile and too thin in his uniform, but the older man knew better than to treat his part-time lover like glass. What had at first started as a cry for retribution from his past had turned into a fetish that both men enjoyed. Ocelot smirked as he mused on that. A masochist and a sadist, of course they’d eventually find each other.

The leather top was too constricting and Ocelot wanted skin. He bit the tip of his brown leather glove and pulled it off so that he could slide his hand under Mantis’ shirt. What he felt was far from flawless skin. There were multiple raised lines from scars and burns, but Ocelot didn’t care. He sat up a bit and unbuckled the belts and loops going over his chest and hips before pulling up his shirt.

/Not in here…./ The telepath said, worried.

“Nobody’s going to come in. If they do, I’d shoot them.”

Mantis saw he was telling the truth and grinned behind his mask again. He still felt so exposed, and especially in the training area… but that added a bit more to the excitement. When his shirt was pulled off, he shuddered from both the cold air and lust.

Ocelot bent and pressed his lips to a particularly nasty scar in the middle of Mantis’ chest. Then he slowly dragged his tongue across it, moving to a pale pink nipple. The telepath made a soft noise of protest, he wanted it to hurt. This felt too good; he didn’t think he deserved that.

“Hurt me, Adamska!” This time he begged the older man out loud, craving the pain that he usually got from their time together. Ocelot grinned and grabbed both of Mantis’ thin wrists in hi hands before slamming them into the ground. He moved his lips back up to the psychic’s shoulder and bit him hard, causing the other to arch his back and moan into his mask.

Just the biting made Mantis impossibly hard, or perhaps he was seeing all of the things Ocelot had planned for him in his mind. He grinned and palmed the crotch of the psychic’s pants, pressing hard enough to cause pain but not damage. “You tease, but you’re easier than me!”

/Shut up/ There was another tingling and then a small burst of electricity running through him. Ocelot twitched and then roughly grabbed Mantis’ pants, yanking them down fast enough to nearly rip them. He sat up and the two wasted no time getting Ocelot out of his duster, shirt and pants until they were both nearly naked on the floor.

The last item of clothing that he wanted to remove was the mask. Ocelot pressed his lips to the cold plastic and reached behind Mantis’ head to unbuckle it.

/Don’t/ The telepath said, a no nonsense tone in his mind.

But Ocelot didn’t listen and continued to remove it. When the psychic’s gloved hands came up to stop him, he just used his superior strength to push them away. Finally all the buckles were undone and Mantis was fighting hard to get away.

/You can’t take it off! I need it!/ “Stop you Russian bastard!” /I swear to god I’ll kill you if you don’t stop it!/

Ocelot ignored him and held the other down his his hips and one of his hands. He pulled the mask off to reveal Mantis’ scarred face.

“You fucking bastard I swear I’m going to kill you! Fuck! Put it ba-mmph!”

His rant was cut off as Ocelot’s lips covered the telepath’s, also causing him to stop fighting as hard. He tossed the mask out of arm’s reach and settled between his coworker’s now compliant legs and held his wrists down firmly.

He pulled back. “You going to behave?”

Mantis glared up at him, twitching every so often with the effort it took to keep everybody out of his mind. /You’re a fucking bastard, Ocelot./

“Aww, what happened to Adamska?” He chuckled and leaned down to kiss him again, teeth nipping at his lips sharply and causing spikes of pain in Mantis. He couldn’t complain to that, and focusing simply on how the older man felt on top of him was helping.

Then Ocelot moved a hand down the scarred body and reached behind him to grab at his rear. He squeezed hard, causing the telepath to arch into him again and groan into his lips. Liking that reaction, he gave him another hard squeeze and slipped his hand in further to gently press a finger into the younger man.

/Just do it, you fucking pussy./ Mantis grumbled, still pissed about his mask.

Ocelot quirked an eyebrow and thrust his tongue into Mantis’ mouth at the same time he thrust two fingers inside him. The telepath actually cried out this time, his cock twitching against his stomach. The older man scissored his fingers and stretched him out before sliding in a third finger.

/You can just fucking get on with it?/ Mantis asked angrily.

“Maybe I just want to torture you more.” Ocelot pulled back and watched Mantis’ face as he pulled his fingers out and pressed the head of his cock right at the telepath’s entrance.

Mantis sent another jolt of energy through Ocelot, silently telling him to hurry up, and the sharp pain from the electricity made Ocelot’s eyes glaze over with lust and his dick painfully hard. So he gripped the psychic’s hips with one hand, digging his nails in and breaking the skin, while he forced his way inside of him.

Mantis lost control for a moment and accidentally sent another jolt of electricity through Ocelot, this time it was uncontrolled. The older man twitched and jerked, burying his face in Mantis’ neck and trying to hold still to let the psychic get control back. Once the shocks had stopped he said with a small voice, “You’re going to kill me one of these days.”

/Only if I’m lucky./

Ocelot looked up and saw that Mantis’s eyes were dark and he had a lazy smile on his scarred lips. The man pushed himself back up and pressed their lips back together before grabbing Mantis’ hips and beginning to pound into him mercilessly. He knew that the other was in pain, but instead of screaming or begging him to stop he was encouraging it and pushing his hips back onto the older man.

He thrust his tongue in and out of the telepath’s mouth, letting him catch it and nip on it, matching his rhythm with his hips. His fingers dug into the younger man’s hips hard enough to bruise- he knew there would be marks when they were through. Ocelot moved his hips faster, the urge to hurt the telepath and make him bleed almost overwhelming. He bit him again on the neck, this time deep enough to draw blood.

Mantis’ eyes rolled back into his head and he clutched Ocelot’s shoulders.

/Harder. I need more!/ He begged. It hurt, but it was wonderful and he could barely think for once in his life. When Ocelot was on him, in him, forcing him to feel pain and using his body it made the voices and thoughts in his head leave, even without the mask. He raked his nails down Ocelot’s back, leaving angry red welts but the sharpshooter didn’t mind. He just grabbed one of Mantis’ legs and pushed it up higher so he could get a better angle.

The new angle made Ocelot hit something inside the telepath that gave him extreme pleasure, overriding the pain for a moment. He frowned and shook his head softly, not wanting to feel that, but the older man wouldn’t stop. Mantis groaned and tried to claw away, but Ocelot was too strong.

His body was forced into an orgasm, his back arching and a cry ripping itself from his throat. He blanked out for a brief moment, and accidentally let his powers go again. While he came between his and Ocelot’s torsos, he electrocuted the other man again and accidentally set fire to his dress shirt, which he happened to be brushing with his fingers.

Ocelot was too far gone to care, the combination of Mantis’ orgasm and the electricity going through his body pushing him past the edge as well and he came deep inside the telepath. He blanked for a moment as his hips bucked inside the other and then finally he collapsed onto him with a groan.

After a moment of the two of them calming down and trying to catch their breath, the sprinklers in the room went off, triggered by the smoke coming from Ocelot’s shirt. Mantis twisted and reached for his mask, quickly grabbing it and snapping it back on over his face. “I hate you, you old bastard.” He said, not liking the sensation of a wet face under his mask.

Ocelot pulled out of Mantis and sat up, grabbing the remains of his shirt and wiping himself off with it. “I hate you, you skinny fuck.” He replied.

There was a pause and then he heard, /You don’t hate me, Adamska./

He smiled and moved to kneel over Mantis, leaning down to whisper into his ear, “I know.” Before he stood and dressed with the rest of his clothes. He left the room and saw Vulcan Raven standing outside the door, giving him a look.

Ocelot grinned. “He’s still in there in case you want a go.” The man said, not even shy about what he just did.

Raven made a face and continued down the hall and Ocelot headed back to his room, ignoring the voice shouting in his head, /You son of a bitch! I’m going to kill you as soon as we’re done here, I swear!/