ALTER X OCTANE (+18)
The air in Broken Moon was thick enough to choke on, vibrating with a sexual tension that hit harder than a Kraber shot to the chest. Octane felt the Stim screaming in his veins, but for the first time in his life, he wasn't looking for the exit. He was pinned against the wall by a literal multiversal nightmare.
​Alter was draped over him like a fucking predator, her fingers clawing through his hair with a grip that was half-caress, half-strangulation.
​"You can't fucking stand being still, can you, little dog?" she purred, her breath smelling like ozone and bad intentions. "But look at you now... panting for me. I’ve got you fucking tamed."
​Octane let out a jagged, breathless laugh. "I’m not... huff... staying still, gorgeous. I’m just waiting for the perfect moment to pounce."
​"Liar," Alter whispered. She slid her hand down his throat, her nails digging into the skin of his neck, sending a jolt of pure, unadulterated heat straight to his cock.
​She pressed her body flush against his, and Octane could feel every insane inch of her. She looked at him with those void-drenched eyes, looking like she wanted to fuck him and flay him at the same time.
​"You smell like raw energy... like a heart about to burst... and that pathetic chemical shit you pump into your holes," she said, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
​"It’s a fucking rush, nena! You should try it!" Octane shot back, his pulse revving like a Formula 1 engine.
​"I wonder... Octavio Silva..." she leaned in until their lips were grazing, "how do you taste when you're fucking desperate?"
​Octane’s brain was a mess of "GET OUT" and "GET DEEPER," but the adrenaline won. "If you’re so fucking thirsty... then eat me alive, you psycho!"
​Alter didn't need a second invitation. She slammed her mouth onto his with a feral violence. It wasn't a kiss; it was a fucking assault. They clashed in a mess of teeth, tongues, and the metallic tang of blood. She bit down on his bottom lip, hard enough to draw a thick drop of crimson, marking him like a bitch in heat.
​"Fucking hell!" Octane groaned, a sound that was half-pain and half-pure, filthy ecstasy. He buried his hands into her waist, his fingers bruising her skin as he crushed her against his mechanical chassis. He wanted to feel that void-energy burning right through his clothes.
​"Mmm... you taste like a death wish," Alter hissed against his mouth, her tongue licking the blood from his lip with a sadistic slow-burn. "I’ve watched a thousand versions of you die screaming, but this one... this one is the loudest fucking toy I've ever played with."
​She ground her hips against him, and Octane felt his vision go blurry. It was better than any drug. It was a high that made his heart feel like it was going to shatter his ribs.
​"Those other guys were fucking losers if they didn't give you a fight!" Octane gasped, his grin wide and manic.
​The roar of the Ring closing and the staccato rhythm of a Nemesis rifle downstairs cut through the fog. His HUD was flashing red, screaming about enemies and imminent death.
​"Company's here, little puppy," Alter laughed, a sound that was pure, beautiful insanity. She bit his earlobe hard, whispering a string of filthy, distorted words in a language that made his blood boil.
​"Sounds like a fucking party, but I gotta run!" Octane yelled. He grabbed a needle and slammed the Stim directly into his pectoral. Ssssh-paf!
​His veins turned neon. His pupils blew out. He felt like a god.
​"OH FUCK YES! NOW WE’RE REALLY FUCKING MOVING, COMPADRE!" he howled, steam hissing from his leg hydraulics.
​"So primitive," Alter mocked, giving him one last, bruising squeeze before flickering away with a twitch of her fingers. A dark, pulsing hole opened in the floor. "Survive this, and maybe I'll let you find out what else I can do with that tongue. Meet me at the Terraformer... I'm not done devouring you yet."
​"Don't count on it, bitch! I'm the fastest thing alive!" Octane screamed as she dropped into the darkness.
​He didn't waste a heartbeat. He sprinted, shattered the window with his shoulder, and kicked his Jump Pad into the dirt.
​"A VOLAR, MOTHERFUCKERS!"
​He launched into the night sky, the wind screaming past him and the Stim making his entire world vibrate. His lip was throbbing, his blood was on fire, and he couldn't wait to find that crazy bitch and see just how much more blood she wanted to drink.
