Ahhh well, I just had to! While traveling around Japan, and having limited access to the internet I've been marathoning some anime, and I couldn't resist the call of a story forming in my head after watching the second season of BBB. These two characters fascinate me, and I might be the only one, but I love their dynamic, and totally believe that they have some sexual tension to work out. So, on that note, hope you enjoy the new story!
DMA
Disclaimer: I do not own Blood Blockade Battlefront or it's characters.
Never in a million years had he thought that fucking her would become one of his favorite things to do. When they first met he would have said it was impossible, unthinkable, and disgusting…well maybe not disgusting, she had a great body and a great rack.
He had even gone there for a moment the first time he saw her, standing in her suit by Klaus' desk, the afternoon light pouring through the windows behind her. He had felt his breath hitch when her gaze slid over to him and he looked into her hypnotic amethyst eyes. For a moment he had fantasized about those eyes hazy with lust as they stared up at him….then she'd opened her mouth, and he had recognized her for the annoying she-bitch that she truly was.
The first time she landed on his head he swore that she would forever be his nemesis. He didn't care what she added to the team, or how her stealth was invaluable. She was a rude, stuck-up, wolf-bitch, with a cold shoulder and an attitude.
So, if anyone would have told him that fucking her would become his favorite thing to do on Friday night, he would have punched them in the gut and spat on their corpse.
But even so, here he was pinning her perfectly shaped naked body under him, her legs wrapped around his hips, her head thrown back in ecstasy, as he pounded into her over and over again. He tightened his grip on their entwined fingers as he picked up his pace, she was making small hitching sounds, the tell-tale sign that she was close, and she always loved it when he gave it to her rough.
He let go of one of her hands and grabbed her thigh holding it higher on his hip giving him a better angle. She let out a grunt, he smirked, he knew what she was asking for.
"Hey, Chain," he only ever called her by her name in bed. "This is what you wanted, right? You wanted it deeper?" She bit her lower lip and clenched her eyes tight. "You love this, me pounding away at you like you're a bitch in heat. It's your favorite thing. You love it."
Her fingers tightened on his as her body seized up. He could feel her insides clenching him as she rode her orgasm, he pumped into her faster chasing his release and prolonging hers. Finally, he felt the tight coil snap and he pulled out of her right as he finished and emptied himself into the condom he wore.
He collapsed onto his back breathing heavily as he came down from his release.
A forceful shove of his legs broke his blissful trance. "Your feet stink you ape," she said.
A smile cracked on his face, "Sorry, I didn't have time to spray them with rosewater before you jumped me princess pooch." Zapp sat up and looked at her. Her head was on his pillow, her hair fanned out around her, and to his pleasure, she was still trying to calm her breathing.
Her face was turned to the side away from his feet, her fingers idlily touching the hicky that was slowly forming on her breast. Zapp smiled, he loved marking her, even if no one else ever saw it. Her gaze caught his, and he could see that she knew what he was thinking.
"Pig," she muttered, her fingers still running over the mark.
"You told me not on the neck," he said smirking.
"I told you not to do it at all," she grumbled.
"Your cute little moans tell a different story."
A pillow flew hitting him in the face. He stuffed it behind him as he reached over to his side table drawer and took out a cigar. He lit it laid back against a pillow.
Chain wrinkled her nose, "Do you have to smoke that right now?"
He took a deep drag then exhaled towards her, "Nothing better than one right after."
She wrinkled her nose in disgust and turned on her side away from him.
Zapp reached for her and ran his fingertips over her bare leg, she kicked away from him. "Don't get all pouty."
"I'm not pouting."
Zapp climbed up the bed and laid down behind her, "Yes you are." He trailed his hand up her side and around her front, lingering on her taught stomach. He took a long drag on his cigar then blew it towards her. She shoved him off then swung her legs over the side of the bed.
Instantly, he regretted it, he knew that if he pushed too much she would disappear on him and that would be the end of their night. "Okay, okay, Miss Priss I'll put it out." He quickly squashed the cigar in the ashtray next to his bed and flipped on the fan.
She shot a glare at him over her shoulder. She opened her mouth about to chew him out when her phone buzzed on the dresser. They both saw Steven's name light up on the face. In a nanosecond, he saw her tense.
She reached for the phone and answered, "This is Chain."
He could hear Steven's voice on the other side of the line. Zapp clenched his teeth. He hated when she talked to Steven, especially when she was with him.
Zapp climbed to the edge of the bed and grabbed her by the hips pulling her towards him. Chain didn't resist, looking at him questioningly while listening to Steven.
It wasn't that he hated Steven, but he hated when their second in command interrupted their personal time.
"What's the name of the place?"
Zapp ran his hands over her butt and thighs, teasing closer and closer to the juncture of her legs. He heard her breathing change, she wasn't unaffected. Zapp ran his hands up the insides of her legs forcing her to widen her stance slightly. He looked up at her, she was biting her lip trying not to make a sound. Slowly he leaned forward, she inhaled a shaky breath, then grabbed his head by the hair and stopped his progress. He let out an annoyed grunt.
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then a muffled question.
"Nothing, the neighbor I think," she tightened her grip on his head. "I understand. I'll take care of it in the morning."
Zapp pulled from her grasp and flopped backward onto the bed.
"Understood, good night." She hung up the phone then dropped it on the dresser. "I've told you not to do that while I'm on the phone."
"Yeah what would Mr. Perfect think if he found out how you spent your Weekends?" the words were bitter, and he knew it.
It wasn't that he hated Steven, but he knew about Chain's feelings towards the man, and he knew how long she had pined for him. Not everyone had noticed it, but Zapp had, being always on the defense and looking out for her sneak attacks he had noticed all of her strange behaviors. Like how sometimes when she was thinking hard she would chew her thumbnail, or how she would tap her foot when she was bored, or how she would clench her jaw when she was particularly angry.
Yes, he had noticed all these behaviors and more.
He couldn't count the number of times he noticed her gaze would linger on Steven's back, or how she would stiffen ever so slightly when he said her name, or how she would flush when he brushed past her and touch her unexpectedly.
"The way I spend my weekend doesn't concern him."
Zapp rolled his eyes, he knew she didn't mean that. Even though they weren't doing anything wrong, he knew how secretive she was about their relationship. In the past year that they had spent fooling around, she had always, ALWAYS made it clear that their relationship was to remain between them, and no one else. He was a petty bastard, rules weren't his favorite thing, but fucking her was and wasn't about to do anything to compromise that.
He scratched his stomach and kept his eyes away from her. "Yeah, whatever."
It wasn't like he was unhappy with their arrangement, they weren't the "dating" type. He wasn't the type of guy to take her to a fancy restaurant and bring her flowers when he picked her up. But there were moments, very very few moments when he wished that they could casually go to a movie or get a beer without it being a thing.
The silence stretched between them. He stared up at the ceiling, his eyes tracing a large stain on the tiles.
"He had a last-minute assignment for me," she mumbled.
"Yeah," he didn't pull his eyes away from the ceiling.
"He's our superior, Zapp."
"Yup," he said.
He felt the bed sink with her weight but still didn't look at her. Her fingertips trailed up his stomach, "Who's pouting now?"
"I'm not pouting."
"Seems like pouting to me." She leaned over him blocking his view of the ceiling stain. She threw a leg over his waist straddling him and running her hands over his chest. Zapp laser focused his eyes on the stain, trying to ignore when she brushed her fingers over his nipples.
"Well if you're going to pout then I"ll….." she didn't get to finish her sentence though. Zapp grabbed her by the waist and turned her around molding her body to his.
He nibbled the shell of her ear. She let out a moan and arched into him. "Zapp…"
He reached around her and trailed his hand down her front, she shivered when he pulled her arm tight behind her. She always liked it a little rough. "Don't even think about it she-bitch, I cleared my whole night."
"Jesus pube head could you have taken any longer? Aren't those All-Seeing eyes supposed to be helpful," snapped Zapp.
"Shut up, and quit calling me mean names, jerk!" Leonardo glared at him.
They had spent the last hour trying to contain a particularly nasty blood breed, one that had almost cut Zapp in half twice, and knocked Klaus through a wall.
There had been some kind of glamor spell on the creature, something that was supposed to help protect it's name. It had taken longer than usual, but like always Leo had come through.
"This sure is a mess," said Steven surveying the damage, almost an entire city block. "The paperwork alone is going to be a mess."
"Well that seems like a problem for your side of the office," Zapp said taking out a cigar. "We all know…." A foot to the face cut off his sentence.
Chain materialized right on top of him, then using his face propelled herself into the air. He was furious, but then caught sight of her shapely behind as she sailed over him. It was almost enough to keep his outburst at bay, almost.
"Will you stop using my face as a fucking doormat!"
"Well if you had a better face I wouldn't confuse it with a doormat."
Zapp glared and stuck his tongue out at her. "Stupid wolf hound bitch."
"Idiotic spider monkey."
"Enough," Steven snapped at the two of them. They both fell silent as Steven and Klaus discussed what they were going to tell HLPD.
"Well my part is done, see you all later I've gotta get home and start dinner." KK swung her oversized gun onto her shoulder and waved as she walked off. "Chain don't forget Sunday."
Chain nodded. Zapp eyed her, he wanted to ask, but it would be too suspicious. Thank god Leo never failed him.
"What's Sunday?"
"Oh just girl time," Chain said watching KK disappear around a corner.
"Girl time?"
"Don't think too hard about it shorty. Probably just them bitching about the incompetence of men and how their cycles are synching up," Zapp said.
Leo's face fell.
Chain remained emotionless. "Mostly we talk about the annoying turd monkey that screeches around the office all the time and throws his shit in the air," Chain's gaze was trained on the bustling street in front of her.
"You better not mean me you flea-bitten…"
He never finished the sentence, movement caught his eye. Before he even knew it, he was reacting, jumping in front of Chain right as a blood red lance shot towards her.
"ZAPP!" Leo's screeching voice echoed around him.
He was used to the sight of blood, it was part of his job, part of his life, so it had never bothered him. But his own blood splattered on the ground, not being manipulated by his will, that wasn't something he was used to.
He fell to his knees as the lance retracted and the blood breed burst from beneath the rubble. Klaus and Steven ran past to handle the situation, Leo was on the phone calling for Glibert, Zed was standing guard ensuring that the battle didn't reach them.
His legs gave way and he fell onto the ground. His pants were dyed red. He scoffed, this was nothing, he had had worse before. He took a deep breath and concentrated, willing his blood to stop flowing from the wound.
Suddenly, a sharp pain resonated from the and his side throbbed. He let out a grunt.
Leo turned hearing him, "Zapp?"
Zapp touched the wound, blood was still flowing. "Something's wrong. My blood it's…" he pulled his jacket away. The veins around the wound were already black and reaching out like a web across his stomach.
"Poison," he looked over his shoulder. It was the first time she had spoken, her voice soft and breathless. She stared at the wound, then looked up at him.
Their eyes met, and he was mesmerized by the worry into her amethyst pools as he felt the world tipped and he fell into darkness.