Mike tried to remember how he had ended up in this position. Every time he tried, Heck thrust his hips again and he completely lost his train of thought. He stared up at the water damaged ceiling before squeezing his eyes shut with a low groan, stars flashing behind his eyes. He heard Heck pant and curse, his hands digging into Mike's flesh roughly.

"Holy fuck Mike fuuuuck - have you ever been fucked before?"

Mike managed to nod and panted a low "yeah."

"Ridiculous, what like once, ten years ago? Fuck - were you drunk? You're not drunk now are you? No way."

"Just shut up for once, Steven. We can talk about it lat-oh fuck, Steven-"

Heck slapped his hand across his ass, leaving a bright red mark that stung.

"I like to talk when I'm fucking, Mike - listen, I'm giving you a compliment. You're tight. You feel good. And you've got these muscles -" Heck suddenly gripped the lean flesh on Mikes lower back and kneaded it, ignoring Mike's hiss of pain. "What can I say, I like a fit guy."

"I didn't even know you were into guys until an hour ago." Mike managed to say, his voice muffled by the ratty pillow pressed into his face.

"I swing both ways, buddy. I don't blame you for not knowing, though. That's not the kind of information you can find in some top-secret government file about me - not like one of those exists anymore, thanks to you," Heck let go of his skin and affectionately ruffled Mike's hair. "You, though, Mike. I knew you were a total cocksucker the moment I met you."

Mike rolled his eyes into the pillow, wishing that the man behind him would stop talking and finish what he had started. He couldn't resist a retort, however.

"Fuck you, Steve."

Mike felt Heck pull out of him, and before he could say anything the man flipped him over on his back and pinned his arms above his head with his bandaged hand. Mike raised an eyebrow. He could easily overpower Heck and break a few of his limbs before he even knew what was happening, but instead he watched with interest, his ass aching and his dick hard.

"Something I said?"

"Steven, Mike. My name is Steven. Not Steve. Steven. I can't believe I have to remind you," Heck positioned himself in between Mike's spread thighs. He reached down and took hold of Mike's cock and started slowly pumping his hand up and down. "Say it."

Mike smirked and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. "Say what?"

Heck tightened his grip and slowed his hand, leaning down into Mike's face. Mike hissed as pleasure started to turn into acute discomfort. "My. Name."

"Steve...en."

"Again. Louder." Heck tightened his grip again.

"You're a fucking psycho, Steven."

"Just my name," Heck moved even closer to Mike's face, his lips just a couple of inches away from his. "Scream it. I want it to ring in my ears."

"If I do it, will you promise to fuck me like a normal human being?" Mike licked his lips as he looked into Heck's dark brown eyes, noting that the bruise around his left eye was starting to swell. "That includes making me come."

Heck looked at Mike for a couple of seconds before bursting into a short high pitched peal of laughter, and he suddenly closed the gap between them and kissed Mike messily. Mike's eyes widened in surprise. Heck wasn't a great kisser, but his resumed stroking more than made up for it. Heck broke away, grinning widely, and grabbed his own penis, intending to put it back to work.

"Wait. Take that off." Mike gestured to the condom. Heck didn't hesitate. He gave Mike a knowing look and in one movement he pulled off the latex sheath and guided his bare cock back into Mike's still slick asshole. Mike considered asking him to use a little more lube, but the thought quickly fled from his mind as Heck quickened his pace, thrusting harder and harder, hitting that spot again and again until Mike was screaming his name.