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To say he is pissed is an understatement.
Flow stalks back to his base with murderous intent, his traitorous teammate is here somewhere, hiding most likely. It isn’t much of a problem – Flow is very good at sniffing out his prey. His footsteps are intentionally heavy, his eyes dart to every shadowy crevice of his shared base, his ears listening intently for any sound.
“Sharpy,” he calls in a sing-songy voice. “Come out, come out wherever you are.”
He doesn’t expect a response, but then – he hears it. Or rather, feels it. It’s difficult to describe, but he knows when he is being watched. Flow turns around, examining the walls curiously. He walks closer, crouches down and knocks on the stone.
“Sharpy, don’t make me come in there.”
There is a long silence, Flow thinks he might be mistaken. Then, the wall slides open, and Sharp is curled up in a ball, looking at him guiltily. It’s almost endearing. Flow moves closer, his eyes are alert and watchful – he doubts it is a trap, but it pays to be careful.
“What did you do?” Flow asks, his voice deceptively gentle and sweet.
Sharp’s face is wary, his eyes are shining – looking so innocent, Flow almost falls for it, almost. “I didn’t betray you. It was Jude’s idea.”
“Is it?” Flow says softly. “Why don’t I believe you?”
“It is,” insists Sharp, a little more firmly now. “Promise.”
“You promise? Swear it.”
“I-I swear.”
Flow’s smile widens. Poor, little Sharpy. He has no idea what he was doing. “Put it on Jude’s life.”
And Sharp – that lovable idiot – hesitates.
Flow almost stabs his sword through him right there and then. He thinks about it for a long while. Sharp is staring at him dumbly with those stupidly cute wide eyes, and oh, it will feel so good to gut him open. He would savour the moment too, Sharp begging for mercy with a blade through him – he likes the idea very much.
Instead, Flow smiles at him. “Let’s have a little chit-chat with Jude.”
He grabs Sharp by his arm and drags him out of their base. Sharp could have fled, but perhaps he feels guilty enough that he roped Jude into his little mess – Sharp merely protests half-heartedly before letting himself get tossed down the stairs.
He sits up, slightly dazed. There is a blooming dark bruise on his arm where Flow had gripped him. Normally, Flow would have apologized, kissed him lovingly and made it up to him – but he is way too riled up right now.
“Jude!” Flow barks.
No answer. Typical. That trapper has been avoiding Flow for a while now. For what? Flow has no idea. But Flow knows something. He has seen the way Jude looks at Sharp, and well – weaknesses are so easy to spot.
He turns to Sharp with a crafty smirk. Sharp stiffens, then he backs away as Flow advances, crowding Sharp against the wall. Flow taps a finger under Sharp’s chin and tilts his head to one side, then the other.
“I’m sure Jude has sculk sensors all over his base,” Flow says. “If we made a bit of a mess, I’m certain he’ll come running.”
Sharp swallows. His eyes dart over to the staircase. The distance is a little too far, and besides, Flow is equally as fast.
“Jude doesn’t care,” Sharp says, a bit too unconvincingly – he is a terrible teammate, and an even worse liar. “He’s no longer teamed with me.”
Flow’s smirk only widens. “You have no idea at all.”
He grabs Sharp by the scruff of his cape and manhandles him, dragging him over to the aquarium wall. The fishes scatter as Sharp is thrown against it, his body bangs roughly against the glass. Sharp only has time to hiss in pain before Flow lifts him up and pins him to the glass.
“Do you think he’s watching?” Flow whispers.
“Fuck you,” Sharp snarls. His hand reaches out to slap him, but Flow is faster – he pins the hand uselessly against the glass, so obviously Sharp tries with his other hand – which also ends up restrained.
Flow grins at him. His body is pressing against Sharp’s, his knee raised up and rubbing against his crotch. He arranges Sharp’s hands above his head, pinning them with one hand, and using the other, grabs Sharp firmly by his chin. Sharp opens his mouth, presumably to throw a fit about it, so Flow crashes his lips against Sharp’s.
Sharp tries to bite him, which goes about as well as expected. Flow doesn’t mind the bites at all – it’s cute when Sharp tries his best. Flow tastes blood, he isn’t sure if it’s his or Sharp’s, but it turns him on anyway. He coaxes Sharp’s mouth open with his tongue, their teeth clashing, but soon Sharp is yielding and gasping so prettily into his mouth.
His hand comes up and unclips Sharp’s cape. The fabric falls uselessly to the ground. His hand continues, roaming down Sharp’s back, his fingernails dragging, and finally stops – groping at his ass – Sharp moans at that.
“You actually like this shit?”
“Fuck you.”
Flow trails down to Sharp’s jaw, sucking on the delicate skin and enjoying the way Sharp can’t help but react to everything he does. No wonder Jude is avoiding him, Flow is almost giddy at the thought. Jude is definitely missing out. Oh, he can’t wait to rub it in his face. He mouths a little further down his neck, his skin is so soft and unblemished. His lips curl and he bites down, hard. Sharp cries out, his leg kicking at Flow.
“Flow,” he hisses.
“Sorry,” Flow licks at the bite, it is an angry red bitemark – difficult to cover up, and definitely visible. He can’t wait to see how mad Jude gets when he sees it. He kisses the bite again and hears Sharp sighing, maybe he’ll just keep Sharp for himself, he can live with a teammate that is a little too bloodthirsty and wants to stab him in his sleep – it is worth the risk.
Flow is extremely turned on; he needs to get his dick wet right now. He ignores Sharp’s little squeal as he lifts the fabric and exposes him. If Jude is watching, Flow reckons he should be storming down the stairs by now. Regardless, Flow is going to enjoy himself. He sticks two fingers into Sharp’s mouth.
“Suck,” he orders; he feels Sharp’s teeth threatening to clamp down on him and adds. “It’s either that or I’m going in dry.”
Sharp blanches at that. He sucks, rather too unenthusiastically, so Flow moves his fingers in and out, almost fucking his mouth. Sharp is drooling around his fingers, his eyes fluttering with pleasure. He looks good now, but Flow thinks he can make him look even more wrecked. It is a pretty picture.
He lines up his fingers and probes at Sharp’s entrance. And Sharp is squirming against the glass, gasping so loudly. One finger is still tight, Flow can feel him clenching around him. He is determined to make it work. He drags the finger in and out, getting Sharp used to it before adding another. Sharp’s eyes are screwed shut, his moans spilling out of his mouth. His hands are grasping at Flow’s, he is moving way too much for Flow to do this comfortably.
“Face the glass,” Flow says, he removes his finger and drops Sharp in one movement. While Sharp sags against the glass, catching his breath, Flow is rummaging through the chests and finally finds what he was looking for.
“Courtesy of Jude,” Flow says cheerfully and pours a generous amount of lube onto his fingers.
Sharp stands unsteadily then he presses against the glass as Flow comes up behind him. His fingers enter easily now, he scissors Sharp open and oh, the sounds Sharp is making travel straight down to his dick. Sharp’s legs shake from the effort, his breaths fogging up the glass, Flow holds him by his waist as he fucks him with his fingers, enjoying the way each thrust makes Sharp’s eyes roll back with pleasure.
Flow wonders if it was possible to make him cum with only his fingers. It seems more likely with each passing moment. Sharp is practically holding onto the glass for dear life. Flow smiles to himself and curls his fingers. Sharp whines so loudly, throwing his head back into Flow’s chest.
“I think you’re ready now,” Flow decides.
“Please,” Sharp begs. He is shaking so much, trembling from the effort.
“I want to see you,” Flow unbuckles his pants and hisses as his length springs out. Hell, he is so fucking hard.
Sharp nods his head frantically. He would probably agree to anything right now, but Flow isn’t going to test that theory out. Maybe some other time. Sharp leans back against the glass and moves the fabric out of the way. Flow lines himself up and pushes against Sharp’s entrance. Sharp whimpers as he enters, slowly – Flow can’t help but groan, he feels so fucking good.
He bottoms out and Sharp is whining, dragging his hands down his back, demanding for more. Flow stills, enjoying the way Sharp clenches around him – so warm and pliant.
“You would let me fuck you anywhere, wouldn’t you? If it meant getting you off,” Flow chuckles.
“Move.”
A kick to his back. Who is Flow to deny him? Flow thrusts up against him, Sharp’s head bangs against the glass at the movement, but Sharp doesn’t seem to notice. He is scratching, wailing, and being so fucking needy. Impatient too, but Flow can understand that. He wants to finish as soon as possible, preferably before they are interrupted.
Flow’s thrusts are precise and constant, a rather punishing pace. He is gripping onto Sharp, caging him in. The steady thumps against the glass, Sharp’s breathy whines – music to his ears. He is so close to finishing when –
His communicator fucking buzzes.
Flow genuinely considers dropping it into the aquarium. He slows down and Sharp is blinking blearily at him, delivering another kick to his back.
“Flow?”
“Oh, Jude is calling, one second,” Flow says, trying his best to sound nonchalant. He is pretty sure he sounds out of breath, but he has other priorities now. “Hey, Jude. What’s up?”
“Flow!” Sharp is cut off with a whimper as Flow gives him a particularly hard thrust.
“What the hell are you doing in my base?” Jude’s voice is angry and also, a little high-pitched.
“Oh, have you been enjoying the show?” Flow asks, he presses the communicator between his shoulder and his ear. He lifts Sharp into his arms, and while still inside him, moves over to the chests and sits down on one of them.
Sharp is flushing furiously in his lap, his legs are still trembling, his hands are on Flow’s arms to steady himself. With every little movement, he is whimpering into Flow’s ear. His chin dug painfully into Flow’s shoulder, and Sharp refuses to look at him.
“What show?” Jude’s voice is laced with suspicion. Does he not know? Flow looks curiously towards the staircase. If anyone came down right now, it is very obvious what they were doing. Hell, Flow could still see the foggy silhouette against the aquarium glass. He wonders if it’ll last the whole day, most likely not, but it’ll be a fun surprise for Jude to find.
“Oh, it’s not important,” Flow says airily. “We’re almost done here. Don’t worry about it.”
“You better not be blowing up my base with Sharp,” Jude warns.
Flow hits the speaker and holds it away from Sharp who tries to end the call immediately.
“We’re not,” Flow’s voice is calm and steady, a little amused, but nothing giving himself away. “Right, Sharp?”
When Sharp didn’t respond, Flow jerks his hips. Sharp can’t help but gasp, his cheeks coloring furiously. Luckily, Jude either chose to ignore the sound, or it didn’t pick up on the call.
“Your base is fine,” Sharp manages and hides another whimper as Flow thrusts again. He raises his hand and smacks Flow.
“See? Even Sharp says so,” Flow’s finger hovers over the button. “Bye!”
“Wait a minute-”
Flow tosses the communicator; it skids across the floor and ends up somewhere behind a chest. He tilts Sharp’s chin to look at him, grinning wickedly. “Now, where were we?”