by Erika
Their mission, find General Omar Santiago. It seemed the general had used
some of the agency's resources to create his own virtual empire, and the
Director hadn't taken too kindly to the poaching. Section Ten had tracked
the IP address of the intruder allowing the agency to discover this virtual
world.
Mac opened the door, and silently walked inside. Victor was lying on the
bed, his naked form covered by a hospital sheet. He was hooked up to
monitors, that recorded his heart rate, REM sleep state, and an IV that
provided nutrients to his body.
He had been coming every day after work, looking over his partner, watching
for any signs of distress. The Director had explained that should Victor die
in this virtual world, he would also die in the real world. Mac found
himself gently caressing Victor's cheek. Allowing himself privileges he
would not otherwise have had, had Victor been awake.
It had been a close call, Seacouver. Victor had been tempted to stay
behind. Stay with Adam. He had seen it in the other man's expression. The
way he tracked Adam's movement, the need reflected in those eyes for the
student. Four days of watching the courtship between them both, and Mac had
been just about ready to commit some form of violence against someone,
anyone. But soon they had wrapped up their mission, and Victor had ended up
saying goodbye to his young lover. He should have been happy. After all,
Victor was now safe in Toronto where there were no ex-cops, FBI agents or
geeky students to tempt him but instead it seemed to have complicated
things.
There was an awkwardness to their relationship that had not been there
before. Their fighting and constant bickering had stopped to be replaced by
... clumsiness, silence. They found it hard to talk to each other, let
alone be in the same room.
On the plus side, Victor had stopped wearing leather pants. Unfortunately
he had gone back to wearing jeans. Mind you they were of looser fit. Still,
it was difficult, hard, not to reach out and brush up against him. Before
when they were fighting, competing for Liann's affection they used to touch
a lot. A hand gently brushing a shoulder, personal space being invaded.
Pushing. Constantly pushing each other's boundaries, all in the name of
competition, but even that had changed.
He bent his head and his lips gently brushed against the other man's. Mac
wished Victor could wake up. Wished he could see those green eyes looking
back at him. Whether in anger or ...
His hand again caressed Victor's cheek, marvelling at the smoothness. I
want you, he thought. You're mine, Victor. No more hiding. No more ignoring
this. No more standing back and watching as others are given privileges to
what should belong only to me. No more taking chances, that you might leave
me and fall in love with them instead. No more.
Victor leaned into his caress and mouthed one word, "Pinnochio."
Mac clenched his hands, pursed his lips and walked away, slamming the door
behind him. Even in this virtual world Victor had found someone else.
Heat. Wonderful, incredible heat.
Victor pounded into that willing body beneath him, his lips licked the
younger man's shoulder blades, one hand caressed the other man's cock.
"Hobbes," he moaned as his teeth sank into the tender flesh, leaving behind
a bruise.
"Vic. Vic. Vic." The young soldier moaned aloud, thrusting back, feeling
the delicious friction between them increase.
Victor pulled back and then pushed forward, feeling as the other man
convulsed, shaking and whimpering at the intrusion.
They were alive. They had survived multiple assassination attempts, and in
two days he should be going home. They had found the key. Found the main
computer that housed all of the Harsh Realm programming, found the
information hiding on multiple hard drives belonging to high tech companies
with government defence contracts. Those company computers had been hacked,
their hard drives used to house the intricate network needed to run the
Harsh Realm program.
They finally had the map needed to take down General Omar Santiago, in both
the virtual and real world.
The Canadian again pounded inside the willing body of Lt. Thomas Hobbes.
"Victor." A voice behind him gently mocked. "You couldn't wait, could you."
Pinnochio watched as Victor stopped his frantic movements to raise his head,
turn slightly around and glare at him. "You're late." They both ignored
Hobbes' whispered curse.
The other man came around in front of Victor, quickly stripping his clothes
along the way. Pinnochio pulled Victor toward him, kissing him deeply.
Both of Victor's hands came to rest on Hobbes' waist, keeping them both
joined, while he eagerly kissed Pinnochio on the lips.
Hobbes wriggled, not liking this inaction, he wanted Victor to continue
pounding into him. Even though Victor had stopped moving, Hobbes could still
feel the cock pulsating inside him. It was not enough. He wanted more.
Pinnochio raised his head and gently caressed Victor's cheek watching as
those emerald green eyes became heavy with lust, mouth red and swollen. He
moved behind Victor, supporting the other man's body, his hand went around
the Canadian, and it gently rubbed a nipple. Victor arched, and Hobbes
moaned feeling the cock inside him move.
Using some of his spit, Pinnochio prepared Victor. One saliva covered finger
slowly penetrated the younger man. Then two fingers, swiftly going in and
out.
"Pinnochio," both men moaned.
Soon, Pinnochio withdrew his fingers and placed his pulsing cockhead just
outside Victor's small opening. He pushed forward, feeling the warmth
envelop him.
"God," he cried.
Victor could feel himself being filled by Pinnochio's cock, who started to
thrust into him quickly, rapidly, firmly, angling his body in such a way
that each time he entered him, he started a wild storm within Victor.
The ex-cop could do nothing but arch and press back, and in so doing pierce
the young man beneath him.
Victor could hear Hobbes' whimpers, begging him for more but he could do
little but wait for Pinnochio to set the pace all the while experiencing
sensory overload.
He begged Pinnochio for release. Begged him for more.
Begged him to make it faster and deeper.
Victor bent his head and nipped at Hobbes' shoulder blade, one hand holding
the younger man. A whimper passed his lips when Pinnochio twitched his
nipple. That sudden pull finally making him jerk, snapping what little
control he had, thrusting once and filling the younger man, Tom. He heard
Hobbes scream and he felt the body beneath him shake. Moments later he too
shook when his own body was filled with Pinnochio's fluid.
Three weeks had passed and Victor started to wonder if the fates were
playing a practical joke on him. Coming back from his last assignment Victor
found himself dealing with a sullen Mac, who refused to talk to him yet
whose eyes followed his every movement. Ramsey had also taken up the nasty
habit of either brushing up against him at every opportunity or he was
constantly touching him, making Victor's life hell.
Ramsey wouldn't speak to him but he kept touching him. Victor felt like he
would die of blue balls as a result of this hard-on he kept having around
the other man. Ramsey had even invaded his dreams. He would wake up moaning
Mac's name, covered in sweat, semi-erect, legs slightly apart.
He wanted release. Needed it. Craved it.
He actually contemplated going to New York, Washington or Seacouver to help
take the edge of this sexual frustration he was undergoing, but he wanted
something more permanent. Fixed. Constant. Weekend getaways would not be
enough. Not anymore. But Mac was making it difficult, making his resolve
shake, tempting Victor, making him believe ... No. Mac was just playing a
game, like he had countless times.
Victor splashed water on his face. He needed to cool off, control the raging
hormones within him. He was meeting Mac in half-an-hour, going over some
reports, last thing he wanted was to give the younger man more ammunition.
Tonight.
Tonight it would be.
The stars were aligned but more importantly he could feel the tension, the
sexual frustration within every inch of Victor's body.
For the past three weeks he had played with Victor, going hot and cold,
touching him, brushing up against him, until the other man had only one
thought: of fucking or getting fucked by Mac.
They were sitting in Vic's living room, looking over some data. Mac brushed
his hand against Victor's. Their eyes met.
They both moved, their lips seeking each others.
Someone moaned, hands quickly moved, tearing away at clothes. They both got
up, moving in the direction of the bedroom, their lips still somehow joined.
They tripped on the bed, gasping as their bodies finally touched. Naked skin
on skin.
"Mac," Vic moaned his name, and Mac found himself wanting to hear more of
that husky voice, that low and grating sound the other man was making as he
took a nipple in his mouth.
A lick, a tug, a suckle and he soon had Victor vocalizing sounds that were
for his ears alone. A hand moved to caress, petting his lover, stroking him
gently, harshly and carelessly and in the process driving the Canadian out
of his mind. Mac imprinted himself on Victor. Every touch told him that he
belonged to Mac and Mac alone. Every kiss forced a promise from the other
man that this would be forever.
Soon Victor's hoarse, rasping voice was begging him to continue this, end
it, more, now.
It would never be enough. Eternity was too short a time to truly map this
body, to truly taste its offering, to truly claim the spirit it held. Mac
knew nothing would ever satisfy him. Neither food nor water, would be as
important as the shaking man he now held in his arms.
"Yes," Victor uttered gruffly.
Mac hadn't realized he had asked a question. He licked and nipped Victor's
jaw.
His partner chuckled.
"Told me," Victor whispered, trying to catch his breath.
"Told you?" Mac asked.
"Should have told me. We would have done this ages ago," Victor confided,
smiling at the shocked expression on Mac's face.
"Oh." It really had been that simple. His hand gently caressed one side of
Victor's face. Fingertips feeling along the contours, shaping the outer form
of Victor's lips, nose, cheek. He kissed the closed eyes and as he pulled
back he saw them open.
Green eyes opened to reveal ... he shook, not believing the message. Hunger.
Craving. Desire. Longing. Love. He hugged Victor closer to him, wanting this
moment to last a lifetime and somehow knowing that it would.
Fin.
Santiago City: Virtual world, sweet kisses
ac waited outside the lab. In two more days Victor would be home. For this
latest assignment, the Director had separated the team, sending Liann on an
information scouting mission, Mac to Section Ten, a Hacker group within the
agency, and Victor to Harsh Realm, a virtual reality game.
