Chase and Capture
i. Chase
Zero was a hunter, not just on occupation, but that’s how his brain worked. X knew well how predatory Zero could be, thrilling in the discovery, stalking, and eventual slaying of his prey. In every aspect of his life Zero was the hunter, the predator, swooping down for the kill. And any hunter delighted most in the chase of their intended victim.
X knew this well. He had been Zero’s intended victim for a long, long time.
This was a chase even X himself found enjoying. The small side long looks, the smiles and lingering touches and sneaky embraces, all of that were simply Zero’s running steps toward the goal of claiming X, of setting up that last killing lunge.
But X was no soft prey, not by a long shot. And he knew how to thrill Zero’s sense of the hunt, how to rile him up and make him chase all the harder. X ignored his looks, gave frowns to the smiles, pushed aside hands and did not return the hugs… but when Zero seemed deflated, seemed ready to give up, X only had to smile in such a way that fueled the blond’s desire to own him.
Zero thrilled in chasing—X revered in running.
A hunter was only as good as its prey, and X knew he had become Zero’s most wanted because of how hard he played to get. Oh, it was well established between the two that they were smitten mutually, but X did not simply given in, and Zero would have surely been disappointed if he did. This hunt went on for years, but still Zero pursued, still X ran, all the while they shared meaningful eye contact that told volumes what the game did not.
They were not together, not really. They never breathed the word ‘love’ within twenty feet of each other, but it was there, it was the grand prize. In a way, X never wanted to enter a proper relationship with his best friend. A hunter was sated only for so long after catching its prey, and X wanted to be Zero’s world, his only prey, and so he had to remain uncatchable.
He loved the way Zero’s eyes would darken, his breath would ever so slightly speed up, how he’d tense when he thought the end was within sight. And once he realized the chase was still on, X would not deny the lust he felt at the determination, the want, in Zero’s face. To be so desired, X was selfish to want to keep that.
If only X knew even if Zero caught him, he’d just let him go again for another chase.
ii. Capture
“Mine.”
X’s answering shudder was all Zero needed as his lips dove for his neck, hands racing up and down the smaller male’s sides, seeking those little switches to remove the bothersome armor that denied his eyes his prize.
Years… years of hunting, of pursuing, of near-catches and smug little looks were coming to a rapturous crashing end at long last. Zero could barely believe it, let alone contain himself—the moment X gave in, kissed him, admitted defeat… the blond was unsure of what excited him the most: the victory of a successful, or the delicious way X invited him to claim his just reward.
A deep inhale was X’s clue his soon to be lover had discovered those switches, and soon he was armor-less, clad in just his undersuit. Zero sat up, staring down at him with the hungriest look he ever witnessed, and X had a small spark of fear of just how Zero planned to devour him. The blond licked his lips, a predatory sign X found both frightening and delightful. He enjoyed being viewed as wondrous, but at the same time…
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Zero uttered as he began to unzip and peel that last line of dense from X’s body, slowly and carefully, a contrast to his earlier frenzy, “You’re mine now… all mine.”
X nodded, but Zero shook his head. “No. All mine.”
He wanted X to give in, completely. He wanted his final victory, and rebellion sparked in X’s soul even if, in all ways really, he already gave up.
“You’ll have to work for it,” X whispered as his bodysuit was removed, leaving him bare to Zero’s glittering eyes. “Make me yours, make me give in.”
Even now X insisted on running, on enticing Zero’s inner predator to give chase. As much as he so wanted to dive into the game, he also had to reign himself in. This was not like Iris, or any other previous conquers he had. This was so much more than predator and prey, then cat and mouse. This was a commitment, one Zero wanted to pledge and to be promised.
He knew he won, and as Zero leaned down to capture X’s lips with his, he wanted to savor this delicious victory.
Heat bloomed wherever Zero touched him, even if his skin contacted the freezing surface of his armor, and X flushed at the gentle and slow caresses. The fervor he witnessed earlier was well masked, and when Zero pulled from their slow kiss to undress, this was no longer the predatory game. How quickly the mood changed from playful to serious, and X felt inappropriately amused.
But such thoughts were severed once Zero’s naked form folded over his, between his legs, and his heat enveloped X. At the same moment their lips touched, Zero shifted his hips, and X’s eyes rolled in a lazy sort of pleasure as their desires below rubbed against each other. Little jolts of delight, barely enough to savor, just enough to want more, but Zero remained still as he slowly added pressure to the kiss.
The kiss progressed slowly, from simple touch to a deep and probing lock, and X wrapped his arms loosely around Zero’s shoulders as he gladly opened his mouth. Warmth spilled into his mouth, circling along his teeth and dancing with his tongue, sending shivers down X’s spine and making him shake against the blond. Again, those little, barely noticeable bits of delight from below made X’s breaths hitch, his moans a little louder, and his hips began to rise off the mattress to initiate more.
The kiss ended as slowly as it began, and when Zero pulled back and their eyes locked, his smile was anything but predatory, and X felt his heart swell at the loving warmth in it.
The game was over.
“Yours, huh…?” X whispered. At Zero’s nod, he’ll smile a bit. “Already was…”
“I just wanted you to admit it.”
There was that slip of the cocky, arrogant hunter he knew so well. Before X could retort, however, that hunter was gone, once more replaced by the doting lover he was genuinely shocked to see underneath. The rumors he had heard of Zero were nothing like this gentleman, and X felt himself smile at the silly thought it was all for him.
“First time?” Zero’s voice cut into his musing, and X slowly shook his head. But the blond wasn’t disappointed, or if he was, he kept it carefully covered.
He let Zero slip from his embrace, watching the blond set up enough to reach over to a bed stand. In retrospect, it shouldn’t have surprised X that Zero kept such items at the ready. However, somehow, he felt a little embarrassed when the blond extracted the lubricate from the drawer, and he was sure Zero’s chuckle was the result of his light blush.
X assumed the blond intended to lather himself with the stuff, maybe even X, and go on from there. Instead, however, Zero set the tube aside and shifted himself down a bit, bending over to press light kisses from X’s neck, heading down.
X knew his intent, knew what to expect and had experienced it before, but as Zero kissed lower he had to turn his head away in embarrassment. His muscles twitched under each feathery little kiss, his face growing a shade redder the lower Zero’s mouth descended. He didn’t know why such an act embarrassed him, even if it felt incredible… perhaps because it was just that intimate down there, with a large degree of trust…
The brunette’s eyes squeezed closed when he felt Zero gently grasp him below, thumb and forefinger wrapping around the base. X couldn’t resist the shuddering when Zero’s hot breath washed over sensitive skin, lips ever so tenderly kissing from tip to base and…
When Zero shifted lower, kissed lower, X gasped and sat up quickly, leaning on his forearms. Zero wouldn’t…!
X fell back onto the mattress with an embarrassed, undignified squeak as the top of Zero’s tongue slowly traced the outside of his entrance, just ever so slightly probing in before retreating teasingly. X shifted his hips, hands over his face and teeth sinking into his lower lip as the most alien feeling originated from below. As Zero continued to experimentally tongue the puckered entrance, X kept shifting, confusion with a dabble of pleasure inkling through his racing mind. What was Zero doing? Was he really doing… that… there?
When Zero’s tongue slithered its warm, wet self inside X moaned. His eyes clenched closed as he felt it wiggle within him, molding to his tightness and stimulating every nerve it shifted against. So malleable, soft and foreign, X couldn’t stop his hips from rising off the mattress toward Zero’s head to entice it deeper. It was familiar, in the sense of pleasurable intrusion, but such a different type X found himself breathless at each squirming moment. The delight remained localized below, refusing to spread outward; a tempting tease that was possibly over stimulating on one hand and not enough on the other. All X could do was moan, blush and thrust his hips forward.
But even as Zero’s tongue slowly—so agonizingly slow—pulled out and pushed in, his hand began to rise up X’s member at the exact same pace. X’s frustration rose, for it wasn’t even Zero’s full hand, but just that ring of thumb and forefinger, touching too little too slowly. The brunette grunted, opening his eyes to glare down only to be mesmerized by the sensual way Zero’s hand glided up and down his hardened flesh, how erotically dark Zero’s eyes were as he stared up from between X’s legs.
X was unable to look away, even as pleasure filled him, too enraptured by the sight. Zero’s eyes crinkled, just slightly enough to give the image of a smile as he purred, the little vibration renewing X’s blush in full force and pulling a gaspy moan from his throat.
Zero withdrew his tongue, kissing and lapping the now moistened entrance lovingly before snatching up the tube of lubrication. Releasing X and pulling away, earning a soft, delightful mewl of protest, Zero lifted a finger to his lips to indicate silence. X’s returning glare was precious, but Zero did not let it distract him now. He squeezed a generous amount of the stuff into his palm, tossing the container away and leaning back, sitting on his heels.
It was humorous in a way, X watching Zero intently through his own parted legs. With a sly smirk, the blond grasped himself in his slippery hand and began a show of slowly sliding his palm up and down. X’s breath caught for several seconds as Zero began to pant despite himself, his slickened hand speeding up as it spread the lubrication. X’s eyes flicked between watching that hand, and watching Zero’s enraptured expression, as if unable to decide which he found more arousing.
But frustration sank in quicker than arousal, and soon X sat up, grasping Zero by the shoulders and shoved him back. The blond gasped from the sudden movement, his head handing off the foot of the bed as X straddled him.
“Having fun without me,” X muttered as he settled himself so Zero’s length slid between his lower cheeks, for once bringing a light stain to Zero’s face. “I think I’m angry with you…”
Before Zero could snark back, X rolled his hips until the slick tip of the blond’s hardness prodded against his entrance, and with a purr meant to disguise the initial uncomfortable hiss, lowered himself down. X’s entire face went red as he stopped, shaking as he held himself still in slight pain. He had played bottom before… but Zero was… more than what he was used to. X let out a shaky breath, inhaled deeply, then resumed the slow and careful descent.
Once Zero was fully sheathed inside the blond finally groaned, and X sighed heavily as he willed his body to adjust. A part of him was afraid of the stretching ache this was going to result in, but the larger portion desired nothing more than to ride his new lover into the blissful oblivion. But the choice was taken from him when Zero pushed himself up, enveloping the smaller male in his arms and leaning him back down to the mattress. He nuzzled X’s neck, kissing the soft skin there lovingly.
Frustration was starting to spread through X again before Zero finally began to slowly withdraw. The sensation of him pulling out, of slick skin rubbing sensitive skin and igniting deep nerves was X’s favorite part of the entire action. He tightened his body, both of them moaning, wanting to feel every centimeter of Zero’s sensuous movement and exalting in it. When only the tip remained, X braced for the usual thrust back in, but Zero eased back in as slowly as he pulled out, enhancing that inner caressing feeling and making X’s head swim. Once more Zero buried himself to the hilt… and the same slow pace began to withdraw.
X moaned, clinging to his new lover as those lingering sensations spread from between his legs outside, tingling in such a teasing way it made him want more, but not faster or harder, no… the same light pleasure and tender bliss, somehow satisfying him more than a good pounding would have. Slowly out… slowly in… predictable, relaxed, and incredible, and X could only mewl as the gentle waves of pleasure rolled over him lazily.
Zero’s lips touched his as he eased in and out, and X’s responding kiss was as deliberate as his movements below. They took time to explore each other’s mouths with their tongues, touching each little crevice as arms embraced each other tightly. Pleasure suddenly became second priority, and all X wanted was just to feel Zero all throughout himself, inside and out, physically and emotionally. He never was so slow in intimacy… but never was it this intimate… his heart fluttered as Zero pulled away from the kiss, pausing within him, their shimmering eyes locking.
X beat Zero to it, feverishly whispering, “I love you.”
Something came over Zero’s face, as if he were relived to each such. “I love you.”
He moved again, still slow and careful even after X’s body was well adjusted. But that was fine, as X was more intent to pull Zero back down by his hair, initiating another deep kiss as Zero reached deep into his body. A tiny part wanted to buck his hips, to hit that spot inside and rouse Zero into a frenzy.
But the rest of him, and his heart, wanted to keep it just like this. This was perfect.
With each gentle movement Zero not only entered X’s body, but further into his heart, claiming it and everything X was. The emotional high was so much more fulfilling then any frenzied sex session, and X wanted nothing more than to open his heart and pull Zero into him, to share that satisfaction. But as Zero kissed him, shared his moans with him, X subconsciously knew Zero felt the exact same. That, with the gentle pleasures of Zero’s movements, was enough to nearly make X burst.
Zero pushed himself up slightly, although X clung to him so their kiss continued, bracing himself with one arm as the other hand glided down X’s chest, traced the carefully sculpted muscles of his stomach before moving on down further. X gasped out of the kiss, eyes wide to see Zero’s amused face as that hand wrapped around X’s straining length.
Unlike his kisses and movements within, Zero was not slow as he pumped X’s hardness, ripping a loud groan from X. His hips moved of their own accord, jerking up into Zero’s hand, coming back down Zero’s length, not even noticing Zero had ceased moving below. The sudden onslaught of pleasure muddled his mind, and all X could do was dance to Zero’s rhythm helplessly but all too willingly. Bliss poured from Zero’s hand, delight impaled him below, and X tossed his head back with another loud, gaspy moan of Zero’s name. He held onto Zero’s shoulders, upper body hovering above the mattress with his head tilted back, and Zero could not resist attacking that supple neck with lips and tongue.
X’s entire body shuddered almost violently as the pleasure built upon itself, filling his body and overflowing his senses. All he could utter were moans and gasps, some wordless and some of his lover’s name, but all held the tones of pleasure and X thrummed with it. His back arched as his hips alternated riding Zero’s hand and impaling himself, his body tightening and loosening with the ebbs of pleasure. Zero took in X’s pleasured look, his gorgeous sounds and tried not to go mad at the sensation of X squirming under him. But control was slipping fast from him, so Zero did the only thing he could cohesively think of doing—he moved his hand faster.
X freed one hand to slap over his mouth as he felt the urge to scream out. Zero panted into his ear, tickling him and all the more spiking his desire. His stomach felt taunt—no, his entire body felt taunt as he writhed from it all, once more wrapping both of his arms around Zero’s neck and pressing his upper body against his, wanting to feel Zero all over him again.
X’s hips snapped down onto Zero again, but at a slightly different angle, hitting that bundle of nerves. He buried his face into Zero’s neck to muffle his cry as the taunt sensation snapped. Suddenly he felt robbed of all senses, all thoughts, pleasure just slamming into his mind and overwhelming him to the point X thought he blanked out. He didn’t know if he went still or if he thrashed with it, didn’t know if he screamed or went silent with it, but the only thing he felt was divine bliss. He didn’t even really feel it when Zero came shortly afterwards, filling him with warmth and clutched him close. Senses were abandoned and before the pleasure was over, X only saw white.
He didn’t register his back hitting the mattress, only regaining his cohesive thoughts several long minutes later, when Zero held him close and glided his hand up and down X’s back. The brunette stirred from his stupor, letting out a soft sigh as he felt Zero’s lips on his forehead.
There was a feeling someone should have said something. A heartfelt confession, a joke, something… but X just cuddled closer to Zero, ignoring the embarrassing sensation of something seeping out of him, focusing instead on Zero and the closeness they had. Silence befitted this just fine. No one had to say the chase was over. They both knew X was caught.
Caught, and completely Zero’s.