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Running into the White Clad left Company 8 a little worn down and more than a little annoyed. Without Benimaru swooping in when he did, things might’ve ended a whole lot messier. But “would’ve, could’ve, should’ve” wasn’t worth dwelling on when they won. Even if just barely. But still.

Inside the Matchbox, it was weirdly quiet.

No Shinra and Arthur bickering.

Shockingly, Tamaki still had all her clothes on.

Hinawa was… Hinawa.

And not even Obi attempted small talk.

But as they pulled into the Cathedral and exited the vehicle, it was like the tension finally started to ease off, knowing they all got back safe and sound without any significant injuries.

Captain Obi cleared his throat to get everybody's attention. “Alright, Company 8, meet up in my office in an hour! You should all go shower, cool off or whatever before that,” He paused, inhaled like a man already in pain. “Then, we’ll debrief and write up reports.”

His announcement was met by a loud groan from Arthur, and only Arthur. Everybody else nodded, and went their separate ways.

Y/N, however, took a different route, so he decided to stop by Vulcan’s workshop. He hadn’t been on this mission; he’d stayed back to patch up the tools they’d broken in previous ones. Honestly, Y/N ending up in Vulcan’s workshop wasn’t unusual. Somehow, no matter the day, they always found their way to each other.

After all, Y/N was part of the small team sent months ago to recruit him, Shinra, Arthur, Iris… and him. Company 8 needed Vulcan badly. Y/N might’ve been a decent temporary engineer, but he wasn’t an inventor. And despite being pelted with six soda cans during their first ten minutes of knowing each other, it still felt dangerously close to love at first sight.

—

The walk to the garage wasn’t long, but it sucked. He was still hot, sweaty, and carrying a broken pyrokinesis-amplifying tool that definitely added insult to injury. Honestly, he should’ve showered first. But the urge to “just say hi” tugged harder.

With no need to knock, he pushed the workshop door open and stepped inside.

Vulcan looked up from his desk, face lighting up instantly when he saw him.

“So? How was it? Took you guys forever.” His grin was wide and bright. “You okay?”

“Right… the mission.” Y/N exhaled sharply and dropped the busted tool onto the table with a clatter. “It went downhill fast, but we’re all fine. I’m just… glad to be back at base.”

“So am I.” Vulcan hummed, standing and stretching his arms high above his head.

Y/N’s eyes flicked over him before he could stop himself. He was met with defined arms, a sliver of abs peeking out beneath that black shirt, the line of his waist-

He tore his gaze away and busied himself grabbing a nearby toolbox, immediately working on the most damaged part of the equipment.

Behind him, Vulcan leaned in curiously, peering over his shoulder.

“You gonna fix that up now?”

“Hm… definitely not all of it. The parts I can’t do are for you to finish.” The Reader chuckles, feeling Vulcan’s body heat settling close behind them. What he didn’t catch on to was Vulcan admiring him just seconds prior. The Reader looked rough from the mission... in a hot way. A way that made Vulcan feel a lot more than he should have.

At first, he just watched, chin nearly brushing Y/N’s shoulder, hands resting casually on the edge of the table. But after a moment, he leaned in fully, arms loosely circling Y/N’s waist as he nosed at the side of his neck.

A slow inhale.

Another.

Then a pleased hum.

“God, you always smell so good…” he murmured against his skin.

Y/N let out a disbelieving laugh. “Bro, I just got back from the mission. That’s sweat. Actual sweat. I came here to cool off for a second before I shower. Okay?”

Vulcan only chuckled, taking an even deeper breath like he was doing it on purpose. Y/N shot him a side-eye over his shoulder, half flustered, half annoyed, and shrugged him off with a weak shove, still overheated from the day.

“Oh yeah?” Vulcan tilted his head, grin spreading. “Then take the suit off.”

Y/N paused.

He knew damn well what Vulcan meant by that.

“…No,” he said slowly, turning back toward him with a lazy smirk. “You do it.”

The look on Vulcan’s face was priceless.

His warm hands were felt ghosting over Y/N’s ribs even through the many layers, and suddenly cooling off was the last thing on their mind. As he leaned forward, those same hands slowly crept up and unzipped the company jacket until it was open. Quickly, the reader shrugged it off and made quick work of their shirt afterwards, stripping it off carelessly and jumping onto Vulcan. He blinked, clearly thrown for a second - then that eager little grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. Yeah, he definitely didn’t mind.

It started as a joke, close, playful, teasing. Then their eyes locked, and suddenly the laughter died, replaced by a kiss too serious to just be casual. His lips were rough, but they didn’t mind, it just made him more… him. The reader’s breathing was already ragged, and in a desperate gasp for more air, Vulcan let his tongue delve in.

Instantly, they found a shared rhythm. Fiery and desperate. With every small movement they made, a strong scent of metal and grease followed. The rustling of their trousers almost managed to muffle out the groaning. Almost. And both were so glad it didn’t, as it evidently fueled both of their desires.

They moved together without thinking, bodies syncing up in a rhythm that made it impossible not to lean in closer. The second they both felt that spark; that sudden, overwhelming awareness of each other. Y/N forced himself to break the kiss.

He pulled back just enough for a thin strand of saliva to linger between them, meeting Vulcan’s eyes with a half-lidded, wicked look as his fingers slipped to the hem of Vulcan’s shirt.

Vulcan let out a low, breathy laugh, the kind he only ever made when he was caught between flustered and thrilled. “Alright, alright,” he murmured, and in one smooth motion he yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

It was always unfair how good he looked. Those defined abs could pull Y/N’s attention every single time without fail. He barely had a second to admire them before an amused breath snapped him out of it.

“Oi, c’mon. Up here,” Vulcan teased, tapping his own cheek as if it would help. Then his voice dipped, confidence wobbling. “A-and, uh… could you… maybe help me out here?” His face flushed, that cocky grin faltering into something adorably shy.

Y/N huffed a laugh, but obeyed nonetheless. He slid down onto his knees in front of Vulcan, he made sure to trace his fingers along his torso, touching all the sensitive dips and curves he knew would make him whine and groan.

“Unzip it- please” He hissed out through gritted teeth, fists clenching at nothing by his sides.

“You’re desperate, not me.” The reader remarked sarcastically, already having unclipped the belt and got to work at the zipper. The delicate touches over where he was most sensitive made him suck in a breath, bucking lightly on instinct.

Choosing mercy over more teasing, they tugged his trousers down, taking his boxers with them and leaving him exposed to the cool air. Watching the breath hitch in Vulcan’s throat was a reward they’ve learnt to adore as they traced a delicate finger over the length of his already hard member. A sharp groan tore from his throat as he peered down at Y/N with a desperation they’ve never seen before. It made their heart skip a beat, cheeks growing warmer by the second.

Slowly, an agile finger traced up to the tip, rubbing at the slit softly whilst the other hand joined to stroke the shaft. Above them, Vulcan was already a complete mess, his breath coming in uneven bursts, every half-swallowed groan slipping out anyway.

Without warning, the reader licked a long strip from the base to the tip, quickly placing their lips around him and continuing the attack with their tongue. Vulcan felt himself hunch over, one hand bracing on the reader's shoulder, the other entangling into their hair as he felt his knees go weak. Their eyes met, Vulcan’s burning, Y/N’s blown wide from adrenaline, and everything between them snapped tight in the space of a breath.

“Fuck... ghh… that feels- so damn good…” He groaned shakily, holding their head steady and using it for his own leverage. A gargled noise left the reader as he pushed himself deeper down their throat, before pulling away to let them catch a breath.

As they pulled away to gasp for a breath, their lips left him with a slick pop.

“H-heh, a little warning next time?” The reader looked up at him hazily to which he chuckled awkwardly, murmuring a small apology whilst stroking their head reassuringly.

After a second, his expression changed from one of slight remorse to smug as he piped up.

“How about you let me take the lead now, huh?” He smirked down at them, prompting them to get up.

The reader nodded, swaying up and cracking their back slightly to stand straighter.

“Also… turn around?” Vulcan added sheepishly after a beat, rubbing the back of his neck causing the reader to start snickering.

“You’re so needy today, y’know that?” Y/N drawled, teasing him a little but turning around to walk toward the workbench anyways.

“My bad, my bad… I guess I’ve been a little desperate today. But damn! I-I mean, can you blame me? You look stupid hot after missions, okay?” He argues whilst following him.

Y/N rolled their eyes, shaking their head with a small laugh as they braced their forearms on the work-table in front of them.

A groan from Vulcan was heard behind them as his hands slid lower, thumbs hooked at their waistband before Y/N could even register the movement. They exhaled sharply, heat spiking again as their hand reached behind them to stroke him. He shivered and pulled them in even harder.

Moments later, Vulcan lost the last of his restraint. He dragged the trousers down until they dropped, and Y/N immediately pressed back against him with a teasing grind. Vulcan’s fingers stuttered on their hips, a deep growl ripping out at the first hit of bare skin.

Without wasting a second, Vulcan spits into his hand, lubes himself up and lines up with his lover. The reader arched back into him, glancing over their shoulder with a slow, deliberate roll of their hips as they began easing themselves onto him. With a grit of their teeth and some extra force, it slips in comfortably.

“J- uff- just tell me when you’re good, yeah?” Vulcan huffs, voice breathy and lost in bliss.

“Y-yeah, you’re good…” They reply, leaning down further into the table to rest on their forearms. In return, pressing him in even further… to the very base.

The rhythm began to build, each thrust more sure than the last.

Vulcan braced himself against their shoulder, his chest pressed flush to their back as he pulled them into a strong, enveloping hold. His hips moved in slow, powerful pulses, every one forcing a sharp, ragged breath from Y/N’s lips.

Their faces were bright with heat, eyes half-lidded, barely able to keep their voices steady.

Suddenly, Vulcan’s hand slid up and tangled firmly in Y/N’s hair, guiding their head back until he could drink in the sight of them. Their face was flushed, breath coming in ragged pulls, a bead of drool threatening to spill from the corner of their mouth. Yet they still managed to smile up at him, helplessly, beautifully.

“Oh fuck… you look so good… oh fuck-ohfuck, fuckfuckfuckfcuk…” He whines out shamelessly, starting to babble nonsense the closer he comes to finishing.

“Ngh… Vulc, please- m-more…!” Y/N cries out desperately, hands gripping the edge of the table.

Then Vulcan pressed in deeper, simultaneously reaching forward to grab the reader's dick and oh, they lost it. They were a complete mess, lost in the intensity of every touch, every movement. Their body was on fire, pulse hammering, breaths coming in quickly. Every little contact from Vulcan pushed them closer and closer to the edge, and they could feel that desperate, delicious tension building fast. Their thoughts were scrambled, heart racing, mind entirely focused on him… and how much they wanted more.

And Vulcan felt the same way.

As a result, the climax follows directly after, hitting much harder than expected. Vulcan’s hips shuttered to a stop, burying himself at the hilt inside Y/N as his thick ropes of seed spilled deep into them. And with the added stimulation, the reader followed directly after. With a loud groan, their own cum spurt all over his hands, leaving them in a sticky, heaving and hot mess.

—

It took them both a while to regain composure. After a few minutes of comfortable silence dedicated to cooling off, Y/N spoke up first, voice a little hoarse.

“Vulc, I’m sorry but… I really need to get going.”

“Yeah, I know, I know… I won’t hold you back,” Vulcan huffed whilst fixing their hair, Y/N kissing his jaw in return, “and good luck with Hinawa’s report.” He added with a snicker.

Their joint little laugh ended with a sigh, the reader grabbing a stray rag from the work bench to clean themselves up.

“Mannn, it would be nice if you could say a little longer…” Vulcan complains, trying to persuade the reader into staying longer. His futile efforts are met with a gruff laugh and Y/N finishes dressing back up.

“I’ll come back after the debrief… and a well earned shower.” They wink, zipping up the jacket to the top and strolling out the workshop… but of course not without a final kiss.