Author's Note: Hello Fuzzy Buddy's! Are you ready for this?! Cause to be honest I'm excited but unsure, since I haven't really thought much about the whole Marcus x Chase ship but what the hell it's sounds cool (besides BTRlover1122 loves it!). Also if anyone would be willing to make a cover for this story for me I'd GREATLY appreciate it and not just cause I suck at making covers but cause I'm just too busy at the moment with school and now looking for work, so please and thank you, my email is seth7829 gmail . com (spaced so it can show up). So without further ado here is the first chapter. Please let me know what you think otherwise how am I to improve, especially since I'm new to writing but I'm even more new to writing BOY X BOY material.
Warning: BOY x BOY (don't like, don't read) and a bit Dark/Angsty…
Disclaimer: I STILL DON'T OWN LAB RATS!
Chapter 1 – Dark Desires
"Hello…"
He pressed his chest against the wall, closing his eyes tightly even as teasing fingers slowly trailed down his spine. His back arched away from the touch, pressing his front to the wall, fingers digging into yielding metal that groaned under pressure and muffled his own longing whine. The fingers pressed against the top of his waist, tapped the edge of it once, then slowly ran back up his back and despite the clothing that blocked most of the sensation, Chase moaned. He was a prisoner to that touch, his unwillingness to shove the offender away the scathing, guilty proof of his entrapment. The wall Chase clung to knew more secrets than his own soul.
Warm, humid breath against Chase's cheek made his eyes snap open, but he didn't dare look. He fixated his eyes on the wall, this disgusting wall that offered comfort and secrecy to his basest desires, even as the breath began to slip down to his neck where the warmth was absorbed by the cloth of his clothing. Another throaty, deep groan escaped through Chase's lips as he felt the faintest press of a kiss to his throat, down to his shoulder, where a painless nip made him twitch and press his fingers deeper into the wall.
As the first hand slowly walked up his spine, the other rested on his hip, gliding so leisurely down his thigh. Warmth, like sleeping embers, a sensation that made Chase shiver and the slow progression of heat building within him began to rob him of his sanity, of the rationality he was so well known for. He chanced a look over his shoulder, for a second catching the smoldering brown gaze before a bite through his vest and suit over his shoulder blade disoriented Chase. He hit his head against the wall with a loud clang.
"Now, now…" that condescending, silky voice rushed over Chase like a wave of burning, dark water. "Shh Chase, or else we'll be discovered…" Marcus points out, with one of his fingers going up to his lips in a 'shhh' motion. "We shouldn't be in a hallway…" Chase groaned. "S-stop, Marc…" Chase inhaled deeply, cutting off his own words as the lower hand slipped to the inside of his thigh. The brown-eyed android smirked as his higher hand grasped Chase by the back of his neck. "Make me." Marcus stated.
Chase panted out a breath before shoving himself off the wall and turning around, knocking Marcus's hand off his neck. He saw Marcus's wide-eyed look before grabbing him by the shoulders and slamming him against the opposite wall. Chase fisted Marcus's vest, bowing his head and gulped in several breaths, although why he felt the wind knocked out of him he wasn't sure.
Marcus tilted his head to the side, smirking. "Hmm Chase, it's not often you're this frisky... I think I like it." Marcus says. Chase pressed his head to Marcus's chest, gritting his teeth. "This needs to end." Chase ground out, his fists tightening and nearly tearing out chunks of Marcus's vest. "Just... stop."
"Mm, and why would you want to do that?" Marcus asks. Chase's entire body tensed as Marcus envelopes him in his arms. "You enjoy our dirty little secret…" Marcus continues. "That doesn't make it right…" Chase whispered. "Just stop it. Just…" Chase says, more to himself than to Marcus. Marcus smirked. "What are you, a saint? You can be a hero with desires, what's it to the world who you spread your legs for?" Marcus asks.
Chase's shaking increased, and Marcus was quite sure it was out of anger than anything else. Before he could escalate the problem, Chase swung himself off the wall and shoved Marcus back. Although Marcus easily could've regained his balance, he purposefully let himself fall on the floor, lifting himself up slightly and resting on his elbows. Chase's eyes were roving over him, angrily, quickly and his teeth were bared; Marcus reclined his head slightly and gave Chase a neutral stare.
"Get up." Chase snarled. "Leave. Get out. Don't come back." Chase demanded. Marcus snickered in response, pushing himself up till he was on his knees and he peered up at Chase as if begging for him. The look made Chase shudder, but he had to steel his resolve. This could not go on. "You don't mean that," Marcus purred. "You're just feeling guilty again." "I mean it. Get out, or I'll force you out!" Chase shouts back, his resolve already beginning to crumble even further.
Marcus suppressed his urge to roll his eyes, instead opting to play on Chase's male urges. Keeping eye contact, Marcus slowly lowered his upper body until he could rest on his hands. Almost immediately Chase's eyes took on a more hungry look, and with feline grace and sinister purpose, Marcus began to crawl toward him, eyes still locked on his as if injecting his will into Chase through eye contact. Under his mission suit Chase trembled, and when Marcus got close and pressed a kiss to his navel, right below his open vest, he knew he lost. But he wouldn't show it…
Chase grabbed Marcus by his head and tried to shove him away. Marcus reached out with one hand and grasped Chase by the hip, pulling him forward and planted a suggestive little kiss to the armored groin, still staring up at him, his eyes deep dark brown pools of liquid sin. Chase wanted to resist. Oh how he wanted to resist, but to have Marcus on his knees for him for once, someone he was inconceivably and lethally attracted to… Desire was a dangerous emotion, one Chase wanted to suppress with all his being, and he had for years, but sinful, gorgeous Marcus brought it all out and Chase couldn't, wouldn't let his chance at release go. Indulging in his dark desires with someone like Marcus spared someone else their pride, dignity and purity… so it wasn't that wrong… was it?
What about Davenport…
"Do you still want me to go, Chase?" Marcus suddenly asks. Marcus's rumbling voice made Chase gasp out of his thoughts. "You realize if you tell me to go and never come back, I won't. I'll just kill you the next time I see you." Marcus points out.
Chase knew it was true, at least the never coming back part. As to who killed who, it was up in the air, although in his current position Chase really did hold the higher ground. He should just twist the asshole's head off and be done with it… he knew he had to kill Marcus eventually. Do it now, get rid of two problems at once, do it, do it, do it, just kill him, get rid of him, he's going to…
"Get up," Chase's voice sounded ragged. "Get up, before somebody comes in here! Marcus!" Chase growls out, feeling more anxious the longer they stayed out in the hallway of Davenport's mansion, completely exposed to anyone who happened to walk by. Marcus simply pressed another kiss to Chase's groin, "Make," another kiss, "Me," another kiss, then a long, purposeful drag of his tongue up to the top of the armor. "Chase…" still Marcus stared up into his eyes, and Chase seemed entranced by the languid way Marcus's tongue ran over the edge of Chase's suit, then his lips hungrily before retreating back into his mouth.
Chase shuddered, unable to stop watching as Marcus finally broke eye contact and began to lap at his armor, starting at the top and slowly bowing his head to lick lower. Marcus then pressed his legs together before letting his hands slip onto Chase's shoulders, leaning on him as he moved his head to the left and began to lick at Chase's thigh. Soon Chase felt warm wetness through the fabric, and he could not suppress the malicious desire to feel that sensation on a much more sensitive area. Chase's face finally colored a deep red and he moaned, guttural and needy as Marcus kissed, licked and nipped at the cloth covering his inner thighs.
The hand grasping Marcus's hip slipped further back, splaying on his bottom and pushing Chase's waist forward. Chase was trembling noticeably now, and Marcus pulled back from his torturous teasing to look up, smirking as he licked his top lip in a slow, purposeful, sinfully erotic adaptation of hunger.
"Oh god," Chase moaned, his knees threatening give out on him. "Get up. Get up, get up, get up…" Chase pleaded. "Oh, I'm sure you are up under this thing, Chase…" Marcus teased, smirking as he hooked the fingers of the hand against Marcus's bottom under the rim of his suits armor. "How about we find out?"
Chase shoved Marcus back by his shoulders, then gripped his collar and jerked him to his feet. Lips slammed together and Chase began to push Marcus back down the hall toward his room. Upon reaching it and the door opening, Chase broke the kiss and violently shoved the other brunette into the room, purposely ignoring the Cheshire smirk on his face as he locked the door and placed a barrier on his door. No one could enter, not even any particular bionics, at least not without Chase's express permission, and he had no intention of letting anyone see what was going to happen…