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Copycat was getting really tired of the Red Ring nonsense. Send him to plant bombs, rob the bank, get in the sewer- mega gross- to negotiate, and now this: Watch the Z Team at the SDN network and let Toxic know when the team leaves for the night so they can strike and take over Los Angeles or whatever.
Stake outs always made Copycat bored and surprisingly horny. There was something about being posted on a building and watching sexy people that made him twitch in interest. Their shifts wouldn't end for another scheduled hour, he had plenty of time to rub one out. Which always turned into a second round, and sometimes Copycat could make a clone to really screw himself over. Self cloning had its perks!
He focused back in on the Z Team, watching through the binoculars with one hand and the other busy on his shaft. They were mulling about in the break room right now, a perfect little view through the window of one of their newest members: Waterboy. Something about that twink made Copycat feel hot and bothered, which was odd since Flambae was far more his type. Nevertheless, Copycat took what he was given.
“Yeah, chug that water bottle, hydrated bitch,” he watched as Flambae had given Waterboy a water bottle and said something Copycat couldn't quite make out. Waterboy had chugged the entire thing in one long go and Copycat watched, “Damn, does he even gag? I could find a way to make him choke.”
Copycat's hand sped up, using his pre for lube, as he watched more intently. His mind wandered to the wet twink licking up his cock and taking Copycat to the root. The fictional Waterboy moaning and whimpering about his seven inches as Copycat fucked into that beautiful throat- his hips stuttered as he came.
Copycat had spilled all over his gloves, the white streaks prominent over the black leather. Shroud wouldn't be pleased about that. He set the binoculars down, the lenses glinting in the moonlight, and his brain caught back up to figure out how to clean this mess. He wasn't supposed to leave evidence of his little stake out and he didn't have any napkins on hand.
“Oh well.” Copycat licked himself, taking the cum-spill off his glove and cleaning each finger with his mouth. He tasted salty, a little gross all things considered, but he dipped each one into his mouth like he was savoring the last drips of a meal. Copycat tucked himself back into the combat pants and picked up the binoculars again. When he stared through, the hero had vanished.
“Where did that wet little dream go?” Copycat swept through the floor, taking time to glance at each window but couldn't see Waterboy anywhere. He glanced at his watch, still thirty minutes remained. “Did he clock out already?”
The sound of a firehose going off alerted Copycat that Waterboy might've been closer than he thought. He looked around on the roof, nothing, other rooftops, also nothing. So where was the-
Waterboy propelled himself through the air, landing gracefully onto the roof and spitting out the last of a water jet right onto Copycat's boots. The villain shrieked, bolting up and trying to get his legs to work but he was shaky from the orgasm and fell face first onto the roof. Waterboy winced at the sight.
“Are- what are you d-doing?” He questioned the leather clad villain. His blonde hair had been mussed up and leather gloves scrambled for purchase on the roof but Waterboy stepped over, yanking the villain to his feet. “Don't- I won't ask a-again!” Copycat was face to face with the man.
Waterboy was really pretty up close. His silver eyes were harsh, glaring into Copycat's very soul, full lips turned into a scowl, and his dark red hair had been pushed back, held in place by those blue goggles. Water dripped down his sharp jawline, joining the little puddles at his feet. Copycat couldn't help himself.
“Come here often, hero?” Copycat was being held up by his throat, pulled closer to the yellow-clad hero. It was so tempting to just reach out and kiss him, feel the wet skin on his body. His own yellow eyes dropped to Waterboy's lips, “So you kiss your boyfriend with that mouth or?” Waterboy's eyes widened, his grip more loose around the villain’s neck, and Copycat took advantage.
Thank God for his combat chameleon abilities. Copycat swept his leg against Waterboy, hitting him in the back of the knee and knocking him to the roof. He followed the hero down, pinning his hands and straddling his waist, just like he had seen Flambae do earlier in the gym. The significance wasn't lost on Waterboy.
“You- h-how did you-? Fl-flambae…” Copycat snickered at the sight. The tall, handsome hero had been stumped by his evil genius self. Copycat could pat himself on the back for this one.
“Who do you think taught me that?” He purred, getting close to Waterboy's face. His lips were parted a little, absolutely perfect to steal a kiss from. So Copycat did. He pressed their mouths together, moving in a rhythm against the hero's soft lips. Waterboy hummed in confusion as Copycat pulled back. “The name is Copycat and I'm a very fast learner.”
Waterboy gasped underneath the villain. He had never been kissed like this before, or expected a Red Ring agent to be so…so seductive. Or interested in someone like himself. Copycat continued their kiss, tongue sliding in and exploring Herman’s mouth. He whimpered into it, feeling violated by the ordeal and tried to buck the man off.
Copycat gasped, his erection coming right back up as Waterboy ground into him. He bit back a groan as a small smile came to Copycat's face. “Fuck, didn't think a goody two shoes would be down for this!”
“I-I’m not!” Waterboy pushed the villain off of him and pinned Copycat to the roof. He didn't drop his hips like Flambae had shown him to do earlier but straddled the thighs and pushed them together so Copycat couldn't find leverage. The foul villain groaned, hips bucking upwards in an exact copy of Herman's earlier move. Their crotches brushed together, pressure building a little in Waterboy's suit. “W-who are you? R-really? What is…what are you doing?”
“Told you, I'm Copycat. The nemesis of Flambae, scourge of the Z Team? Did they really not mention me?” Copycat went limp under the touch of Waterboy. His instincts said to take but he was gonna be polite about it, for the most part. And he was a little offended that Waterboy had never heard of him. “I stole the Canary Diamond?” The hero shook his head. “Ugh, this is the worst stake out ever!” He dropped his head, frustration building through his body. He had the wet hero and now he couldn't do anything about it.
“St- a stake out? For- for who?” Copycat bit his lip, he could try to weasel something out of this hero or get shot by his boss. Either way, it's not what he wanted- “I…I will kiss you i-if you tell me.” Waterboy offered, his face was bright red, cheeks practically steaming with heat. Copycat's eyes widened, pupils dilating like a cat.
“Shroud told me to call him and say when people left the building, specifically Z Team because he knows I like seeing you and that you guys are a serious threat!” whoops. Copycat had just spilled the first part of the plan, which undoubtedly was Shroud's plan. He didn't like Copycat too much anyways, now he was probably getting fired. “Can I have that kiss now?”
To his surprise, Waterboy did kiss him. It was wet, very wet, and his lips parted Copycat's to have his tongue explore. It was a mimicry of the earlier kiss, Copycat's heart fluttered. Why was this twink such a turn on? His hips jumped, coping a little feel on the pvc pipe in the hero's suit. Copycat gasped, deepening the kiss as he could taste the salt on Waterboy's lips now. The hero backed off, looking rather pleased if his smile was anything to go by.
“Did- did you get that, T-Team?” He looked back to SDN, hand on an ear piece. Copycat's heart dropped, of course they were listening. Shroud never offered ear pieces like that. “Keep- stay in. I-I’ve got him.” Waterboy dropped his hips, the wet ass now pressing directly on Copycat's cock. He villain meweled, probably heard through the com link as well. “What- why are you-?”
“I can taste myself on your lips and it’s messing me up real bad!” Copycat whined, rutting into the pressure on his dick. “Please, please kiss me!”
“Is…are you in h-heat? Copy- Copy Kitty?” The hero teased, licking his lips. The team had suggested the insult but the villain nodded, grinding into Herman. Waterboy gasped, his own cock starting to get hard as he felt the bulge nudge and rut against him. Herman was...into this. The villain was particularly pathetic, and quite willing to give it up just for Waterboy.
“C'mon, Shroud's gonna kill me now. Can I at least have one nice thing before I go?” he moaned. He really wanted to see what the big fuss was about. Perhaps Waterboy was so ugly under the wetsuit that it would kill the fascination within him.
To Copycat's shock, the hero leaned back in for another kiss. His hands slid away from Copycat's wrists and he slowly ground down into the villain. Waterboy didn't plan on staying but the villain was a really good kisser, even if he was overzealous in his assumptions.
Copycat's hands clung to Waterboy’s waist, pulling him closer as he took the hero's mouth again. The water in his mouth was addicting and Waterboy was cooperating for the moment. He had really been pent up lately with everything going on, so the distraction was nice.
“Fuck, you make a bad guy wanna go good,” he moaned. A string of saliva connected the two, even apart as Waterboy panted from the rough kiss. “What's the pay rate at SDN and do they take strays?” He chuckled at his own joke and went for the zipper on the bright ass wet suit- only to get a flame shot his way.
Waterboy scrambled up, erection still prominent in his suit as Flambae landed beside him. The scowl was much more effective on the fire hero, eyes blazing with heat and fists shaking with pure rage. Copycat had never felt both more turned on and scared out of his mind.
“Keep my Water-bitch’s name out your damn mouth!” Flambae shot another long curl of flame, and Copycat remained unburned. The augments had kicked in and Copycat had copied Flambae's power. Shroud could really boost a guy's power, but Copycat felt alive underneath the hero. Maybe he could make the switch- another fireball was sent his way as Flambae picked up Waterboy under one arm. “If I ever catch you around here again, I'll fucking skin you alive!” Flambae growled, taking his team mate and taking to the sky.
Copycat laid there, erection not having flagged at all with the threats. He caught his breath as the events replayed in his mind, the wet lips, slightly perky ass, and the absolute sea monster he felt in the hero's suit… it was all so much on one perfect little hero. And Copycat was so screwed.
"Ohh, Shroud's gonna hate this..."