\ \SKILL PROFILE
division training in : hacking & cyberwarfare. biochemistry & medicine.
expertise in : environmental adaption.
proficiency in : closeย combatย mastery. marksmanship. insight. cryptogramsย &ย codebreaking. tactical foresight.
substandard : culture & politics. languages.
\ \ NAUGHTY SECTION GOES HERE.
sexual orientation: homosexual.
romantic orientation: homoromantic.
sexual position: verse.
sexual temperament: switch.
size: 9 inches.
kinks: Breeding. Older men. Service Topping (giving and receiving). Praise. Worship (receivingโฆ maybe both).
anti-kinks: Vore, Gore, & Toilet Play.
\ \METAHUMAN PROFILE
powers: disease manipulation; manipulate, create, and shape diseases
manifestation/aspects: reports of agents afflicted by his ability recall feeling a faint wave of heat before succumbing to the chosen afflictions. Go to afflictions include: rapid fever amongst crowds to disorient and knock unconscious, rapid growth of welts and boils to disarm.
weaknesses/limitations: Requires concentration throughout the exposure to his power. Depending on disease complexity and strength, some physical contact may be needed. For heavier feats of disease manipulation, physical touch is required. These instances can include needing a rapid spread of welts and boils to better disarm foes. Due to the possibility of infecting fellow agents, there are chances Hazmat will require to go on the offensive by himself, making the younger agent vulnerable to stronger opponents and group assaults. Hazmat is also a fairly new recruit and still in need of on field experience.
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Torque, in all his normal modesty, did enjoy being worshipped and fawned over. Residual, lingering feelings of rejection from his time spent on the amateur wrestling circuit to no real success. At least with sexual partners like Hazmat, he knew his godlike physique and sexual prowess would elicit the response he wanted.
"And you're not so bad yourself," he chuckles, stroking the other's leaking cock in time with his thrusts. "You're not gonna cum this soon, are you? Don't tell me I gotta slow down..."
There was an attempt to thank the bigger, brawnier man pounding into him, but the acedia agent could only muster a breathless laugh of enjoyment as viewed Jon from below. Ever since he passed his training in Purgatory, Vincent had set his sights on impressing every agent he could impress upon. Little did he know that would include fellow agents such as Torque pressing himself deep within him. At least now both could agree the connection the two were having was plenty deep.
"Please, don't -" Vincent fights in between flustered moans, his own rocket bouncing in between his legs and looking ready to shoot. But if it meant cutting this fun short, Vincent wasn't sure he'd want to stop. Though with the way his cock was drool spools of precum against his slim chest and torso, Hazmat might not be given much of a choice. "Don't stop, please!" He wines.
@infectiousslaughter generated: โ i donโt feel so good, i think i may be getting sick. โ
"Uhhโ"
Yeah, if Hazmat of all people didn't feel good, then that could only portent to bad, bad things happening. Even worse than recent events. Was this their version of mercury being in retrograde? Did Paco even want to know the answer to that?"
"What exactly are you feeling? Like, do you wanna throw up, or is it coming from... where you do a number two...?"
"Oh god, nevermind. I'm cured. I'm cured!" Vincent huffs in defeat, hands in the air in surrender from the other's comments about the acedia agent and his number two. He would have had a better chance convincing the other agent had Vincent not stumbled during his attempt at storming off. Absentmindedly, Vincent's hands held onto Paco's body, his smaller hands grabbing hold on the older man's shoulder and pec, the simmering blush beginning to stain his cheeks. "Iโฆ I might have the tiniest fever. Help me to the medbay?"
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The halls always hummed with that sense of foreboding that always seemed to exist in Atlantis. Mild chatter and banter filled the spaces as agents milled about, sparred, or engaged in other 'activities'. Ducky had found some off time from the Med bay and felt as if he should make the agents something nice to eat, but he was one who hated to do things alone, so he grabbed the only person that came to mind willing enough to help him.
Vincent.
How Ducky came to acquire his assistance was easy, he held the man by his boner fully exposed as he dragged him around the compound. Stopping once or twice to spit in his hand and lather the shaft, pumping at times to keep him sated.
"You doing good back there," he mused, smiling as he tugged him closer resting a hand on his features. @thrallttleme
"I'mโฆ I'm golden." Vincent squeaks from behind the fellow agent's lead. He hadn't quite understood the purpose of being walked around the base while being held and lead by the cock, but Vincent had no complaints yet. None that didn't comeback to him still wanting to go along with this fun little experiment. Grab life by the balls, as they say. Or shaft, in this case.
As hot and voyeuristic as this was, Vincent was gaining a lot of practice from this walk. His breath control training was starting to show it's promising effects as each step and each teasing pump of Ducky's palm were bringing Vincent closer to becoming a whimpering mess. He wasn't exactly new to sex, but this was certainly a first for the acedia agent. Vincent's steps began to take a bit of a pattern as his cock began to crave more friction from Declan's hand. "W- Where are going exactly?"
" alright, brat. " val said when his twin slapped his hand away, voice steeped with feigned indignation. but he knew he absolutely deserved itโธป could be more thoughtful with his comments, less harsh, and show his concern in a less abrasive way, maybe more affectionate. aren't twins supposed to be soulmates ? though, it might just be twenty - one years too late to be less petty and argumentative : their mother always told them about how they were a difficult pregnancy, and it might just be because they were already kicking each other's asses even in the womb.
and once vincent finally realized that he was using his shirt as a towel, val couldn't help but bark out a laughโ quick and bright, like his brother's reaction really took him out. " it was on the fucking floor, vinnie. you know what they say, finders keepers. " and he continued to languidly wipe it down his abs, and on his waist, as a smirk curled one side of his lips. maybe it was fucking sadistic, but valentine really liked seeing vincent this wayโธป more aggressive, amped up and ready to fight. and it stirred something in him. a proud feeling perhaps : after all, vincent needed to be less green and naive to survive. or maybe, it was something else entirely. " but hey, here, you can have it back. " said as he lazilyย ย balledย ย the damp fabricย ย upย ย andย ย chuckedย ย itย ย atย ย hisย ย brother who was standing there ready for another fight.
but val ignored the challengeโธป very well - aware of his own limits, and didn't feel the need to push past them. and he didn't have anything else to prove either : already knocked down vincent enough times for one day. that was enough satisfaction for him. " you can kick my totally different and way firmer ass some other time, " val chuckled as he picked up his own shirt, then took a drink from vincent's bottle, forgetting to bring his own. " because unlikeย ย you,ย ย iย ย don'tย ย really getย ย offย ย onย ย smellingย ย likeย ย gymย ย socksย ย andย ย marinated testosterone.ย ย i'mย ย gonnaย ย showerย ย beforeย ย yourย ย chemical warfare stink sticks to me. "
Vincent's lips pursed in annoyance, his tense stature softening as he caught the wadded up shirt tossed in his direction. He hadn't thought what life would have been like living with him again. Haven't shared the same space together after what felt like a lifetime. Looking at Val now and how much older he's gotten didn't do Vincent any favors in feeling that time had gone by.
Observing how larger he had gotten, weathered, worn - a product of the secrets he had hidden from the twin. Times gone by being made manifest each time Vincent had glanced at him, noticing jagged patches of skin he probably hadn't before, wondering to himself if it was just the light or if it had been a scar from before their introduction into Atlantis. What trouble had he gotten himself into and would have there been a time where he would have called him if he were truly in trouble?
Not that Vincent had extended a hand into sharing his own secrets with Val. Vincent's knowledge of the twin's shared talent for hacking being nonexistent as the charity agents brought Val up during his recruiting process. Vincent felt they all but gloated on Val's behalf, but he couldn't help that pull of nostalgia seeing him about Atlantis.
"I'll have you know, I'm very vanilla. And smell like it too." Vincent shoots back, bringing the sweat soaked shirt across his shoulder before swiping back his water bottle out of Val's hands. "Come on, I'll race ya. Can't let you skip cardio, especially with that very different and very flat ass." A small victorious smile places itself on his lips as he hurriedly attempts to finish its contents while bee lining it towards the showers.
"Ducky, huh? That's a fun nickname. Not getting enough degradation on your own time?"
Vincent purrs against the shell of Ducky's ear. The moistened precum covered cock head of the acedia agent traces the rim of his recent playmate within the walls of Pandora. It made sense for him to pay it forward when it came to the agents that patched them up after a rough mission. He survived yet another mission and attempt on his life form the Czernobog faction. It was time he reveled in their victory, as timid and inexperienced as Vincent was, the acedia wanted to pay it forward to those that may have worse in Pandora, those overburdened with cleaning their mess and patching them up. He was a acedia agent, after all. It wouldn't like him to not want to support his fellow agents.
Finally finding purchase on the divot of Ducky's hole, an excited sigh is breathed against. Precum spills from the slit of his cock, filling the closed pucker of Elixir's hole. Vincent's hips push themselves back, winding up a thrust. The head of his lengthy cock trails against the round curve of Ducky's ass. His hips slowly push forwards, angling themselves to purposely miss, rutting the length of his shaft against Declan's hole and getting caught in between Elixir's thighs instead. "Whoopsโฆ My bad.." He smirks against Ducky's ear.
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" you really gotta work on your form. " the criticism rolled off val's tongue easily as soon he slammed vincent down on the mat, just another one of comments that might sound harsh in the moment, but truly just steeped in concern. maybe it was just how he said i love you in their own languageโธป even through all that brotherly violence and competitiveness, val was still nine minutes older, and that meant he had to look after his twin. his gaze was transfixed on vincent for a few moments, still sprawledย ย onย ย hisย ย backย ย likeย ย aย ย crimeย ย sceneย ย outline, waiting until his own heartbeat and breath steadied in his throat before offering a hand to help him to get up.
" you're not gonna die on me when those russian losers come, are you ? " a laugh escaped him, an attempt to make the question less heavy. and they both knew what czernobog was capable of at this point, but val didn't want to bring down the whole fucking vibe. just wanted reassurance. " surely you won't. you move like a fucking cockroach and stink like one, too. " val picked upย ย theย ย shirtย ย heย ย strippedย ย offย ย somewhereย ย inย ย roundย ย two,ย ย clingingย ย toย ย himย ย now,ย ย dampย ย withย ย sweatย ย andย ย theย ย faintย ย scentย ย ofย ย eucalyptusย ย fromย ย thatย ย balmย ย heย ย liked as he wipedย ย itย ย downย ย theย ย lineย ย ofย ย hisย ย neck.ย ย againย ย acrossย ย hisย ย chest. then, the rest of his body. " and just so you know, i won't either. think you'll be too sad if the only person that can tolerate you gets obliterated. can't have that, can we ? " @infectiousslaughter
"No.." Vincent answers, staring up at the ceiling in annoyance. He lays against the mat that seemed to suddenly slam across his back before Vincent knew what had happened. He stayed there blinking mindlessly, if not to have a moment of defeat, than to stubbornly waste time as his twin brother continued his retorts. Watching his mirrored features focusing back into his sights as Val extended a hand towards him. Rolling his eyes, Vincent slapped away his hand, rolling on his back. Shimmying into a good position for himself to lift himself from the mat and get on his feet.
"I'm not going to die, mano. I did my fair share of kicking those Russian's asses myself, you know? and it wasn't by using my fists." Vincent tries to retort a comeback, though the latest bout of getting the wind knocked out of him seemed to cause a delay. Either that, or the thirst was getting to him. He grabs the water bottle that rested on a nearby bench, squirting the refreshing liquid into his mouth as his eyes stared down his twin brother. Older than him by six minutes despite the constant lie. Vincent wouldn't put it past Val to have their own medical records change to ensure it to be true. His eyes followed along the path of the towel, watching it wick the sweat from the body that looked a lot like his, moved a lot like his. Even the fabric seemed to match something Vincent himself would wear-- wait. His eyes narrow at the shirt, beads of sweat collecting and trickling down Val's abs becoming the backdrop of this brotherly betray. "I cannot believe you."
"Isโฆ Is that my shirt?" An aggravated tone releases from Vincent's lips as he sets down the water bottle. "That's it, I'm going to kick your ass. Or I guess I should say my own assโฆ?" He mumbles, standing in front of the twin with his hands in a boxing position, covering the acedia agent's face while Vincent continued on to say, "You know what I mean!"
The Lust agent allowed himself to slip into the water when no one was using the pool, swimming laps to keep himself in shape - because, frankly, his body was his weapon - and keep himself from going crazy being around the agents that were overjoyed in the successful extraction of their teammates. Ah yes, it was great that they were recovered, but who knew how many clones had been made of them before their team recovered them? And what damage had been done to their agents? As far as he was concerned, it was just another day.
Of course, as he swam, he had noticed that there was someone that had come to sit by the poolside. They didn't say anything, nor did he make any indications that he knew that they were there, and he kept swimming. It wasn't until he finished that he moved to the pool's edge, where the other was resting, that he finally greeted him. "And did you happen to enjoy the show?"
"Oh.. Heh, hey there. Are you some sort of siren?" Vincent couldn't help but chuckle as he lowered himself closer to the pool's edge. He hadn't seen the Lust agent swimming before entering, the acedia agent somehow always keen on getting himself to a pool wherever he had managed to find himself in. He was sure it had something to do with the human body's lizard brain needing his body temp regulated. Vincent must have guessed floating in a pool sped up that process. Either that or he's secretly been moonlighting a mermaid fantasy within his head when he swam. Only god and the encrypted files in his laptop knew this for sure.
"I wouldn't mind joining you, you know. Must get rather lonely in the water." Vincent had begun to say, offering the Lust agent some company. The side of him wanting to be of use rearing its head as Vincent offers to join Enzo for some company for totally selfless reasonsโฆ Yeah, let's go with that. "You know, if you'd want to make this interesting, maybe we can skinny dip in here?"
He may have been "married," but Jon and Solomon had an open relationship, especially since the latter didn't quite have the need for sexual release like Torque did. On top of him being a red-blooded, virile man, he also had his powers to think about. He needed to literally release steam. Hazmat decided to fit that role for him tonight.
"Fuck, kidโ" he huffs, fucking into Hazmat's tight, lithe ass with deep, hard strokes, holding the boy up by his hips to really get in at a good angle. "How's that feel? Goodโ?"
"So fucking good-!" The slimmer male whimpers under him, his head thrown back as the rolling of the older man's hips pushed Torque's cock right into Vincent's bullseye. His hand grasp at Jon's muscled body, hand running across the older agent's abdomen as Vincent more than witnesses them in action, the hot coil of meat covered in sweat curling towards the acedia agent and leaving him closer to the edge for it. Between them was Vincent's sprung cock, his arousal evident and in a stream cascading down across the lengthy of the younger agent's cock. "F-Fuck, your so hot" He gasps, feeling another nudge against his prostate.
The good thing about fucking smaller guys like Hazmat was that Barney always felt capable of really giving it to them without fear of physical exhaustion. (Well, not completely, anyway.) He got to show off, and they got to reap the benefits of his machismo.
"So tight, fuckโ" he grunts, cradling the younger man into his arms as he thrust his hips upward, sheathing himself as far as his nine inches would go. Part of him reveled in being so sexually liberated within the walls of this facility. Knowing his husband was somewhere, probably still desperate to get back on his good side.
Again, toxic masculinity as a means of working through personal trauma...
"That good for you, hmm? Fuck, gonna me cum like thisโ" he warns, giving the other an opportunity to prolong their little rendezvous by changing up their positions.
"S-So good..! Oh god~!" It was times like these that Vincent would feel his . Gripping His nails clawed against the older agent's back, holding on tight for the rough ride Barney was giving him. The younger agent's breath was ragged, hiccupped with irregularity as Exxo bounced him hard on his lengthy cock. Near sobs join Vincent's groans as he was nearly split open with each rapid thrust. And yet, the acedia agent craved more. He always wanted to be useful to the other agents. Being, in essence, a stress relief for the other vice agents around him would be more than good enough for him. Truly a purpose he would take on enthusiastically just as enthusiastic as how he was receiving Exxo's nine incher. His hole, fucked thoroughly as it was, still managed to squeeze around the older man's base with each thrust. "So fucking good, sir-!"
This was completely out of character for Ray, mister do-no-wrong, so high and mighty, always playing by the book. He took offense when Legion accused him of being a buzzkill after he went on a long monologue about using drugs. Now, he was determined to prove to everyone that he could loosen up and have fun whenever he wanted to. All he needed was alcohol, lots of it.
Drunk Ratio was a different kind of guy, which is why Ray rarely let him out. Agreeable, stupidly daring, shamelessly flirtatious. It took no effort to talk him into going to a nude beach, something he would never do if he were sober. He moved along the shoreline confidently, full body on display, big in all the right places. He noticed a familiar face at a distance and hurried his pace to reach the young man.
โHazmat! Do you need any rescuing this time?โ He immediately pulled the young man into a hug, squeezing the smaller frame tightly in his massive arms. A lot of physical contact for two men who only really interacted once in the past. He pulled back to run his gaze down Vincent's body, and a sly smile graced his features. โLook at you.โ
"You're hilarious. Har, har." Vincent couldn't help but grin at the other man's mention of him needing rescuing. He's heard of their fellow agents labeling each as different members of the Scooby gang before. Never did Vincent think he of all the agents there would be seen as a contender for a Daphne. He did look good in purple, but that was besides the point. Lifting his brow curiously, Vincent hugged the fellow agent back. It didn't wipe the embarrassment of barfing up on the plane right before their mission, but it was something. "Didn't know I was becoming such a damsel in distress. Should I start going to these missions pre-bound and gagged now?"
Vincent eyes couldn't help but study the other man's face, watching at the lax expression on Ray's face. He had often seen Ratio around Atlantis in that no nonsense, straight edge demeanor. The acedia agent had certainly never seen the guy drink before, let alone drunk. Vincent shined an innocent smile at the other agent, assessing whether Ray was simply a lot friendlier while drinking or would need help finding his lodgings once the bar started to close. The gaze from the older man caused a brief blush to rise from his cheeks. "Y-Yeah. You're not too bad to look at either, Rayโฆ You feeling alright, not too drunk I hope." The younger agent's voice did little to hide his anticipatory tone to the response.
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"I'm a Mister now? Hot. Wait till I tell Monolith." he said with a soft chuckle as he leaned in to kiss Hazmat, slow deep kisses where he pushed for more and more purchase in the other's mouth with his tongue. Devouring. All the while his hands explored that gorgeous body, moving over lithe hips to between his legs, gripping that cock standing at attention. Teasingly he stroked it. His fingers playing over the surface with a touch so light it was barely there. He wanted to make the boy whimper and whine. "You're fucking stunning. But I bet you know that huh?" he said with a laugh between kisses, tugging at Hazmat's lip gently with is teeth after.
His thumb and index finger on the head of Hazmat's cock slowly and carefully stroking it, around the thick flare of the bell end, over the slit, enticing it to leak. "Make pretty noises for me hmm?"
Vincent did his best to return Cameron's kisses. Soft hums pouring into the other's mouth as Hazmat's mouth lax and opened more for Boreas' tongue. Vincent's own tongue brushed itself across the fellow agent's, tasting the other's wet warmth as the heat of the sun shined on his back. His lean yet muscled arms flexing under him as Boreas's hand gripped the acedia agent's stiff shaft. Soft moans exit the acedia agent's mouth as he felt Boreas' teeth catch his bottom lip, the shades of red on his cheek deepen slightly as he listens to Cameron's words. His arms buckling slightly, struggling to keep him above the other agent as the over stimulation nearly causes him to collapse.
"Th-Thank youโฆ Sirโฆ" Is all Vincent could say without a soft moan breaking up his words. His hips push themselves forward into Cameron's palm, Vincent's body craving more contact with Boreas' hand.
fayรงal wasn't actually sure how long he had been sitting by the poolโธป never one to sit still, always felt restless whenever his hands were idle. maybe it was the unfamiliarity with everything and everyone, maybe it was how quicky that diamond-bodied bitch beat him in a fight, or maybe it was that lingering disbelief over this new life of being some kind of superpowered soldier for some secret organization. but whatever it was, he felt like he needed to slow down and brood over it all. and fai didn't even realize that he'd been staring at the figure swimming in the pool, until that person stopped to call him out. though, of course, he only knew one way to response : aggressive denial.
" what the fuck are you talkin' about ? the fuck is temperance agent ? " he scoffed, head slightly canted as he narrowed his eyes on the other man. though, to be fair, he didn't actually know much about all the other pandora divisions. fai only really knew wrath, for obvious reasons. and a little about greed, after fucking someone from there. " i'm not here to fuckin' check in on you or whatever. and i'm certainly ain't qualified to give anyone therapy. " a chuckle escaped him, shaking his head at the idea of being a shrink. " why ? d'you need it ? you fucked in the head or somethin' ? "
"Oh.. Whoops.." Did he just out himself as a secret agent to a pedestrian? Vincent wiped the pool water from the eyes hoping to get a better look at his sailor-mouthed poolside companion. While the other man's fashions did seem to paint him as a run of the mill citizen, Vincent did managed to recognize the other man. In any case, it was lucky the two of them were located within such close proximity to a deep body of water. Assessing the build and bulk of the other man, Vincent wouldn't doubt holding him under water for enough time to drown, or as his generation were sure to call it - unalive, would be quite the challenge. He swims a bit closer to the other man's side, laying his arms on top of the side of the pool as he continued to study this grumpy agent. "Alright, so you're not a Temperance agentโฆ"
"I think I remember you. You kinda fit the bill for a wrath agent." Vincent couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly as he mindlessly kicked his legs in the cool water. "Maybe you could use a check in?" Vincent had begun to offer. He always had that desire to be useful to anybody and everybody within Pandora. Being a mock-therapist for the fellow agent seemed to be the latest of efforts to make himself useful to the men around here. "How are you doing?" Vincent drawled out nervously, his eyebrow lift and furrow together puppy dog like as he awaited an answer. "This mission was rough, I get it if you need to just let it all out."
