Old Soldiers never die

What was the old saying? Old soldiers never die? It certainly seemed the case at the current moment. Cross looked over at his enemy, already having lost the battle against ZEUS. Going after ZEUS and fighting him seemed like a suicide mission, but no one else would have been able to survive this long against the virus. His breathing was heavy and ragged, not used to exerting this much energy, not even when he killed the last Hope Runner, but he was much younger then. Mercer didn’t seem to want to attack, just watching him with those cold and calculating eyes, like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike. “Come on, Mercer. You seemed pretty keen on killing a few minutes before, suddenly realized that you can’t do it?” One way to escape a battle, bluff your way out. Alex seemed to think about this for a moment, tapping a blood stained claw against his chin, blood from Cross’ body during the fight. “Actually Captain, I’ve been wondering what to do with you,” a sadistic looking grin spread over ZEUS’ lips, the last thing Cross saw before he was knocked onto his back and pinned by now normal human hands with an iron grip. He tried struggling, but it wasn’t any use as Alex sat upon his hips to pin more of his body down. “Now now, Captain. I haven’t hurt you yet and I don’t plan to unless you force the issue, so just relax and we can have a little fun.” There was a creepy tinge to how he said “fun” and that actually made Cross worried even if it never showed on that stern and battle-hardened face. Alex continued to grin as he pinned the soldier’s hands with one of his own in order to morph his now free hand into one of his favoured claws. There was a light purr in the virus’ throat as he ran one long white talon along the older man’s jaw line; blood welled up from the scratch left behind, Alex trailing his tongue along to lick it up, earning a moan from himself and a shiver from Cross.

Alex purred even more as he drew back, licking his lips in delight. The claw continued it’s way down, easily slicing through the thick material of Cross’ uniform and allowing a flash of tanned and muscled flesh to appear from underneath. It delighted Mercer to have such a strong and powerful man helpless and at his mercy, something so enjoyable for the sociopath inside of him, among the rest of the people he had consumed over the time since he awoke in the morgue at Gentek. Purring, Alex pulled the torn and cut clothing from Cross’ torso, trialing his claw over the well muscled flesh and committing every dip and curve to memory. Hard claws raked over Cross’ chest, forcing a moan and another shiver of pleasure from the older man. He didn’t want this, he knew that he didn’t, yet why did it feel do good and so right? “My my, Captain. You certainly seem to be enjoying this, perhaps we should take this another step further?” The words slid effortlessly from Alex’s lips and only forced another burst of struggles from the captain. Those cold blue eyes continued to watch him as that claw raked over his chest once more, blood welling forth over the tanned muscles. Mercer leaned down, tongue lathering across the newly formed cuts, lapping up the rich red liquid. Cross couldn’t stand the fact that such touches were driving him to such arousal and he bit at the insides of his cheeks to keep silent; he knew, however, that his moans and slight shifts were spurring Alex onwards in his actions. As the captain tried to tear away from the virus again, he was soon bound by thick and muscular tentacles to keep him from struggling. “Now Captain, I may be in control right now, but if you struggle too much, they may take matters into their own ‘hands’ if you want to use the term” Alex ran his normal looking hands across the older man’s chest while he revelled in the moans from the soldier.

The virus let his hands wander downwards to the belt that kept the captain’s camouflage pants secured to his hips. A claw flashed out, slicing the nylon belt so easily, the military pants soon following as they were slashed down the length of Cross’ muscled legs; the cloth falling away to show more than the captain most likely wanted to show to an enemy. “My my dear Cross, if I had know that you were carrying such an impressive concealed weapon, I would have done this much sooner than now.” The cliché line made Cross mentally scoff and roll his eyes, the captain couldn’t believe that he was being “seduced” by someone who would come up with a line like that. Cold blue eyes watched Cross while Alex leaned down over the older man’s chest, lips soon touching the tanned flesh and sending electric shivers of pleasure down his spine. Cross couldn’t help but moan as a long and prehensile tongue lathed across his chest. Nails gently raked over his stomach and thighs, forcing another moan from his lips and the soldier could only arch into the touches with a whimper of need falling into the air from his lips. Alex slowly moved lower, tongue committing that muscular body to memory. His tongue wrapped around the length of the captain’s cock, tightening almost in a similar way a constrictor would tighten around it’s soon to be meal. Cross only moaned, hips bucking upwards into Mercer’s awaiting mouth to enjoy that wet heat sucking at the hardened flesh. Even if he could have moved, he didn’t want to now with the caress of only lightly calloused fingers over his trembling and twitching thighs. Those cold and cruel blue eyes continued to watch him, gauging his movements and reactions; Cross had been about to demand that Alex do more than just touch him and suck his dick, at least until he felt something wriggle it’s way down the slit of the head of his erection and into his urethra. The sensation was foreign, but certainly not unwanted as a whimper for more sounded within his throat; his slight begging was heard as he felt more of that desirable wet heat sliding down the length of his member with a muffled moan of pleasure from Mercer in the process.

As Cross enjoyed the sensations he was on the receiving end of from such treatments, he felt wayward tentacles ghosting along his thighs, teasing his anus and perineum just enough to gain his attention to what Alex was doing. Cross had to look at Mercer, the virus practically purring as he licked and sucked at the soldier’s cock; the captain could feel the vibrations against his member, and with the feelings against the sensitive flesh of his erection, the captain just knew that the younger man’s tongue could be and was longer than that of a normal human’s at the current moment. Alex pulled off of the soldier’s penis with a loud “pop” from his lips that were instantly plastered with a grin while his tentacles continued to rub and prod at Cross’ ass. Even if he could pull away, he didn’t think that he would as his body begged for more touches. Mercer studied Cross’ body language as the small tentacles at the captain’s ass slowly pushed their way inside, wringing gasping moans from the soldier’s lips. It was something he wasn’t used to, mostly for the fact that he often didn’t engage in sexual activities, but the feelings he received from the wriggling appendages of the virus certainly was making him rethink that idea of not having much sex. As the tentacles inched deeper into his anus, Cross could feel himself being stretched gradually and finding it more enjoyable than he ever thought it would be. “Fuck Mercer. Are you going to torture me or are you actually going to fuck me? He could hear the low chuckle that erupted from Alex while the tentacles removed themselves from his body and a whine of loss and disappointment could be heard from the soldier. “Well if you’re so adamant on being fucked right now, I suppose I can grant your request.” Mercer didn’t have to even move to undress, the clothing covering his body melting into his skin as he leaned over Cross to grant him a rather hungry kiss. Flesh rubbed against flesh as Alex kissed down the length of Cross’ body while his fingers teased as his tentacles had a short time before in order to draw another moan from the captain.

Alex only grinned as he pressed his erection against Cross’ ass, pushing in slowly and enjoying the keening moans for more from the older man. He leaned in to nip at the soldier’s throat, his nails raking across the captain’s chest while his other hand tightly gripped Cross’ hip to steady himself as he thrusted into the captain’s body. Blood welled up once more from the scratches left from Mercer’s nails, Alex wiping some of the rich red fluid with his fingers and rubbing it along Cross’ lips. The sight of the captain lying before him, bound by his tentacles, blood on his lips and chest, and panting and moaning seemed almost too good to be true. His tentacles tightened their grip to keep Cross from squirming too much, a few other black and red tendrils of the virus splitting from Mercer’s body as they wrapped around the older man’s dick, giving small strokes and squeezes as Alex thrusted in and out of Cross’ body. He leaned in for a kiss, tongue darting out to lap up the ferric liquid with a delicious moan before completely attacking the older man’s mouth with a vicious kiss. Their kisses seemed just as violent as the battle that had led to this predicament, tongues duelling for dominance while Alex thrusted hard in and out of Cross’ body while Cross met every one of Mercer’s thrusts with his own. The captain tugged at his bonds, half wishing to be able to hold onto Alex, to drive the virus as mad with need and desire as Alex had been doing to him.

Neither really knew how long they would be able to last, moans and gasps filling the air around them. Alex allowed one of his hands to join his tentacles that stroked the captain’s cock, forcing the older man to give up panting moans as he thrusted back against Alex’s dick. Cross could feel his orgasm approaching, muscles rippling under flesh as they tensed in wait for the coming orgasm. It wasn’t hard for Mercer to feel the tensing, noticing that the soldier’s eyes had long since glazed over in a lusty haze. A few more well aimed thrusts sent Cross screaming out into the dusky sky, semen spattered onto their stomachs and chests, the tensing of Cross’ inner muscles clenching too tight around Alex’s own penis, forcing the virus to meet the older man’s own cries as he shallowly thrusted into the soldier’s body while he rode out the euphoric waves of his orgasm. As he pulled out, the tentacles released Cross and disappeared back into his body, the milky fluid of his release dripping from the captain’s ass and dribbled down his thighs. Mercer allowed his clothing to shift back onto his body, looking none the worse for wear as his body absorbed the sperm and seminal fluid left on his own flesh. “I do hope we can do this again, Captain. It was fun, but this little visit has to be cut a bit short, I have things to do and people to hunt down.” Alex sprinted for the edge of the building’s roof to leap from and head off to find more answers for his questions, leaving Cross to lay there naked in a puddle of semen and torn clothing; his hand reached for the large metal syringe McMullen had given him to administer to ZEUS, knowing he had lost his chance for now, but if ZEUS wanted another visit, there was always that visit that would give him a chance.