sonic had ONCE thought his judgement unerring. his belief was that any hero besides saitama to come into his acquaintance would be foolish & undeserving of his time. subject to only the most frivolous of life’s JOKES just as they deserved; likely, in the fateful form of defeat by the monsters they challenged. so how could it be that one such ‘hero’ could turn sour all these dismissive notions?
the revelation causes his snidest remarks to retreat behind sealed lips for once. his gaze to monitor as the hand that usually threatened HARM now HEALED by pressing a damp cloth against the fevered skin of his forehead. the difference between the present and their usual pattern of heated altercations inspired a strange emotion within the ninja. despite being an ailing specter of his usual self, it's enough for his stubborn words of protest to arise -- sonic even turning his face away from genos to hide the encroaching warmth to his cheeks. ❛ ––––i appreciate your sense of heroic obligation, GENOS, but you’ll find that i have no intention of being in your DEBT. i’ll be taking off within the hour as soon as i’m able, so . . . ❜
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Her words tumbled from her mouth with ease. Not even a sample of a stutter came from her lips. Her usual timid guise was dropped for something much more exhausted, NUMB even, as she watched the man who had attacked her writhe on the ground. Whispers composing him, words of LOVE comforting. To hear the original’s voice is something barely any could handle. But he should be okay, it was only a nick. The knife in his hand was across the floor, glinting in the neons of the city. Anri bore cuts, slashes, the blades wishes in her body with intentions to KILL but they were not trained, not taught. This child was truly a CHILD. The parasitic girl fidgeted slightly, scooting away from her assailant and towards the one who was inquiring of her health. ❝ I’m fine. He collapsed as soon as he slashed me... ❞ An up rise of these strange attacks, this was probably the only one where the perp was still at the scene, unconscious to an extent even. Anri rubbed her injured arm, blood slowly saturating the fabric of her shirt she tried to ignore Saika’s whispers. ❝ Umm, will you take him into custody? ❞
A MAN ? A CYBORG ? TO HIM IT HARDLY MATTERED. He seemed interesting. Cool even ! He follows him like that of a LOST PUPPY but he can't help himself. How could he ? This was exciting ! Definitely the highlight of his day ! When he notices the steel hard eyes on him , his smiles fades & he looks rather sheepish. ' Sorry. Didn’t mean t' disturb you just. What are you exactly ? ' That definitely wasn't offensive , right ? Whoops. ' A - Anyway , name's Masaomi. What's yours ? ' / @bionicstrike has entered the warehouse ! plotted.
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the blaring promiscuity of their bodies pressed ever so keenly together as if their connection was ANYTHING CLOSE TO NATURAL , sent genos’ thoughts spiraling , each one taking intermittent turns to stand at the forefront . the sight of tongue swiping intentionally over saturated lips directly where the cyborgs’ vision resided did not go unnoticed . another likely a maneuver of distraction , though he couldn’t manage to shake the dangerously arbitrary curiosity it provoked . sonic’s belligerent temptation was wearing away at his resistance , but not enough to soften the taunt grip around his throat , rutting the flat of an iron - faced palm firmly against his enemy’s throat , hard enough to temporarily cut off his air supply . everything that he said , every look from those brisk sterling optics was enough to mimic a sensation of pumping blood ––––––––––––– or , the closest thing to it THAT HE COULD REMEMBER . although he certainly knew that it sure as hell was doing something to him . ‘ you must be exceptionally ignorant if you think you can fool me so easily with an offer like that . ’
he had him at his edge , the ninja had nowhere to go . of course it was a trick , ALL OF THIS . genos was more than aware of the erraticism of the situation . but for some reason , he couldn’t stop himself from CONSIDERING IT . as outrageous as it was that he had even let the idea cross his mind , he trusted he had enough quick - witted defense to take the chance . he couldn’t think of an attack that the villain could present him with that he couldn’t counter , especially if he was expecting it . so he let himself indulge in the feeling , just for a moment . ‘ do you truly think you deserve the satisfaction of me doing so ? ’
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genos’ question was subject to his doubt: was this all truly just for his satisfaction? considering how responsive the cyborg was to a bit of heavy -- handed flirtation, the notion seems to be nothing if not misleading. in fact, he’s come to terms with two major developments learned throughout the encounter: one, this AUTOMATON of a hero possessed the capacity to feel attraction for a warm and organic body like his own, and two, he seemed to want what that implied just as much as sonic did. maybe even MORE. the exploration of those metal -- jointed hands over his skin speaks a language he knows. but the fervor with which they move elicits his surprised intake of breath. a noise that’s helplessly swallowed up as their mouths are crushed together without a SEMBLANCE of MERCY, like two vehicles colliding on intersected paths.
it seems he’s awakened some great temptation in the hero, a yawning hunger that would consume them both if left unsatiated. of course, such ENTHUSIASM & DANGER was more to his taste than any other, and now it didn’t take a genius to decipher what their next step in the process should be. sonic extracts himself from the kiss with a shove to steel -- plated chest, mouth wet with a commingling of their spit and his blood. a split in the lip, licked over thoughtfully, as the ninja looks the cyborg up and down: ❛ ––––i see that your FORWARDNESS in combat is mirrored in the way that you kiss. good to know. it’s certainly the right time for such a discovery, but i don’t know about the right place. ❜ he reaches behind for one of the hero’s hands, disengaging its grip on his backside and allowing his fingers to wrap around the wrist. smiling without malice for once, sonic tugs the cyborg forward, ❛ if you’re willing to sit tight for a moment, i can lead you to someplace where we can continue this.. TALK. ❜
his words and actions contrive no misunderstanding on what is NEXT to occur. with a half -- lidded glance slyly directed to the side, the ninja guides their party of two to his designated locale: amping up the acceleration until his walk transitions into a run. he moderated the pace so that their strides were evenly matched, as it made use of the cyborg’s maximum speed rather than his own -- mindful of their differences. with foliage and street lights blurring into the backdrop, their travel is brought to a standstill only mere minutes later. he was lucky enough to possess a hideout in this city, courtesy of his insistence in shadowing saitama on his outdoor ventures.
only once they entered beneath the dilapidated archway of the warehouse does the ninja let his fingers slip from the the cyborg’s wrist. at first his intent is unclear, with sonic stepping away from his impromptu houseguest to stand in the middle of the room, his face tilted upwards to examine the cracks and spidery etchings in the ceiling: ❛ it’s not much. this place is more utility than POMP, as you can see, but it can't be helped. ❜ his conversational words are, of course, a reference to the futon in the corner that’s seen better days, his few thrown -- together furnishings that appear to fill up space rather than garnish it. after a short moment, he finally clarifies the purpose of this small talk, crossing the distance between them once more. ❛ ..luckily, it’ll serve just FINE for what we’re going to do. ❜ sonic scarcely allows the dust to settle on this statement before his hands promptly wander, trailing down to revisit a familiar but daring location. in a single deft maneuver, the villain undos the hero's belt and throws it aside -- slotting their mouths together in the meanwhile. smirking, he caught the slippery curve of the cyborg’s lower lip between his teeth as he cupped him boldly through his pants. whether it was the security of their new environment, hidden away from prying eyes, or the knowledge that this escapade was with his nemesis, his actions procured a more DEMANDING quality for the occasion.
his sudden collision with a flyaway arm sends the ninja FLYING off the futon. wresting an indignant squawk from him as he lay sprawled across the ground, silently aghast at the ridiculous nature of this event. to think that speed – o’ – sound was subject to such humiliation within the confines of his OWN HOME ..!
after picking himself up, the ninja’s attempt to salvage his DIGNITY consisted of him stalking over to the offending hunk of metal and delivering an executing blow – or at least what could be taken as his honest attempt. a series of KICKS ricocheting off the metal plating of the cyborg’s back to little avail. ❛ —wake up so i can rip you from LIMB to LIMB, fool. think you can continue having sweet dreams after THAT? THINK AGAIN! ❜
even when drawn into the pointblank range of titanium fists, every muscle in the ninja’s body flatlined into relaxation. UNCARING, as if there were no peril to be found in the hand that was clenched around his scarf – treacherously close to his throat. the entire situation was pervaded with irony, seeing as how sonic felt more concern for a scarf’s state of wellbeing than his own.
❛ MY, MY! looking to tear another one of my scarves to shreds? i doubt there's really a need for that. ❜ his offense retains the coy identity of a farce, lips curled amusedly as the ninja repays the hero’s pull with a push. disengaging the grip but not their proximity, and staying close, if only to witness the look on that face at his next words: ❛ —i get that you're 'eager', but there is such a thing as manners! if you want me to take something off, just ASK next time. ❜
