Hey all! So...this is the first Ginger Snaps (Rippenn) fic that I know to exist! I hope the publishing of this work will inspire other Ginger Snaps shippers to write their own. :) This is by no means the only fic I plan on writing for these two, but I'm also not sure when those other pieces will be done. (I have a lot of stories currently in the works.) Please enjoy and let me know what you think. :3
Penn and Rippen kissed roughly and desperately in a way that would remind onlookers of two men stranded in the desert finally, finally finding something to quench their thirst. However, onlookers wouldn't be much of a problem in the middle of the blank, white holding cell in which the pair currently stood.
In this futuristic world, Rippen was a man of high standing and wealth. Naturally, when he'd instructed his followers to build a special room for him in only a few days, they hardly batted an eye and the construction was finished when specified. The room had been commissioned to be soundproof, include no windows and have only one bulletproof door that he alone had DNA access to, assuring the pair that they would have at least some time to themselves.
They'd barely made it a few feet into the space before Penn had turned, arms behind him, and thrown himself eagerly at Rippen, initiating their make-out session. The villain threaded his fingers through Penn's wild red locks and pulled, allowing Rippen to do as he pleased to the teenager's bare neck. Giggles rang out and Penn couldn't do much else in response to the gentle attention as his hands had been bound behind his back during his 'capture.'
"I just love when you manhandle me," the hero admitted with a contented sigh and a sidelong glance. Rippen smiled, growling quietly.
"The way you say it makes it sound as if I wouldn't do it even if you didn't like it, boy."
An unexpected thrill of arousal shot up Penn's spine, which compelled him to press further into Rippen's broad chest. "Kiss me again?"
"Oh, I'll be doing more than that, dear boy," the larger assured, pressing his lips to Penn's once more.
The seventeen year old could feel his body being pushed toward a nearby wall and he didn't try to stop the movement in the least. Though he'd become Rippen's equal in height, Penn knew submission was key in getting the rush that he craved. As they reached their destination, their mouths battled and the redhead couldn't help but think about how much he loved this. Being dominated by the man he was meant to overtake again and again in battles was truly exhilarating and it was obvious Rippen felt the same.
They'd been doing this for a while now. Sneaking around to do entirely inappropriate things for people in their positions, on missions and in their own reality. It was a miracle they hadn't been caught yet. (It helped that Phil and Phyllis had stopped viewing their missions once they'd become days long rather than hours,) but Penn knew their luck couldn't stay this good much longer.
"Rippen," Penn tried but he could tell the man hadn't heard him. Clearing his throat, the teen repeated himself, drawing Rippen's ruby gaze.
"What is it?" he asked succinctly.
It was obvious the villain didn't enjoy having his concentration broken, but Penn avoided his eyes, making Rippen raise one section of brow curiously.
"I'm...I'm not saying we have to stop doing this. Actually, that's the last thing I want but..." the teen began, causing Rippen's usual frown to return. "I'm just saying we should...maybe cut back a little."
"And what, exactly do you mean by 'this', boy?" the older asked making Penn blush.
"You know what I mean," he said, pushing his chest more firmly into Rippen's. "These fake kidnappings when we zap. My friends are starting to get suspicious. Well, maybe not so much Boone, but Sashi is."
A hearty laugh filled the small room, startling Penn. Rippen began to slowly shake his head in a patronizing way.
"Well of course she is, boy. I've said before that she's the competent one. How could she not notice the sudden frequency?" As he finished, he peppered light kisses along Penn's jaw. The trace stubble there brushed his lips, making him smile at the sensation. "You need a shave, by the way," Rippen remarked offhandedly.
The teen hero sassily rolled his eyes, ignoring the quip about his facial hair. "You didn't have a problem with all this a few months ago," he replied, but obviously didn't wish to push the argument as he leant in for a searing kiss.
Once they noisily separated, Penn laid back to let Rippen take control again. Penn knew how much the villain liked it when he was verbal with him, so he asked with the most pleading look he could muster, "Quit teasing and touch me."
Rippen's large hand palming Penn through his leggings felt like electricity. The sparks set his nerves aflame and clouded his mind. He could hardly control his voice as he moaned and whined in what Rippen assumed was encouragement.
"Is this what you wanted, boy?" the man growled hotly into one blushing ear.
"Yes! Oh god, yes!" Penn crooned as he bucked his slim hips into the warm hand.
He hadn't been expecting the sudden tweak of a nipple, but the rough motion had Penn hissing and his gaze searing into Rippen's very flesh.
"You know this session can't last much longer," the man breathed, snapping Penn out of his trance. "Your friends will be here soon."
"I know," he sighed sadly, but perked at a thought. "Can we take it slow later?"
Rippen chuckled at the boy's implication. "So eager for more when we haven't even finished? You're insatiable."
Another eye roll later, Penn shot back, "I'm a teenaged boy! Don't act like you don't love it." To prove his point, he ground his clothed erection against Rippen's well-muscled thigh.
With a smile at the boy's virility, Rippen worked the teen out of his navy blue leggings and pulled his own slacks down as well.
Both men stared at the other's arousal, already hard and leaking precum. Their breathing began to increase, but the villain knew he needed to stay in control. Gently, Rippen leant forward to press a forearm against the wall above Penn's head. He ground the head of his cock slowly against Penn's, smearing the drops of precum gathering across their tips. The redhead whimpered at the fairly unfamiliar action but pushed back with enthusiasm. A miniature sword fight broke out with no winners or losers; just two men becoming lost in the dance of their passion.
Penn couldn't control himself as he whined out, "I...thought we had to hu-hurry."
As he finished his reminder, Rippen grabbed ahold of them both in one large hand, hissing in satisfaction from the added pressure. Not wasting anymore time, the villain began gripping and pumping their swollen cocks at a nearly bruising pace.
Their current position wasn't exactly comfortable for Penn, as his arms pressed painfully between his back and the wall, but there was no way he was going to have Rippen stop what he was doing. He could care less if his wrists had marks in them or if they became numb, he just didn't want the delicious friction to end.
Shakily, Penn managed to raise a leg and drape it around the man's slim waist, bringing their sensitive bodies even closer.
"Squeeze...harder," he pleaded and without skipping a beat, Rippen complied, tearing a scream of ecstasy from Penn's already raw throat.
"I absolutely adore hearing you beg, boy," Rippen growled hungrily beside the hero's flushed ear, but the remark barely registered with Penn as he loudly chanted Rippen's name again and again. With every stroke of their cocks, Penn's voice grew higher and more desperate while Rippen's grew deeper and more rasped.
The villain almost became lost in the sight of the youth's beautifully flushed skin in contrast to the harsh whiteness of the surrounding room, but all too soon, Penn's voice cracked and his slender leg made a nearly bruising grip around the man's middle.
"Are you cumming, hero?" Rippen asked, his gaze now focused and burning on Penn's scrunched expression. "Are you going to cum for your villain?"
A loud whimper and a short, "Mm-hmm," sounded from Penn's nostrils, his lips pressed together much too tight to let anything slip out.
With a whisper of, "Do it, Penn," and a bite at Penn's exposed neck, the boy was pushed, screaming, spectacularly over the edge.
Rippen could feel the warm wetness of Penn's sudden release; hear the chocked sobs he knew that he had caused; see his face of pained bliss and feel the involuntary shakes that wracked through his svelte frame. In an instant, it brought him to a brilliant completion as well.
Both men groaned, simply letting wave after wave of intense pleasure hit them until there was nothing left but each other and sensory static.
Seconds passed, then minutes, in silence, both of their nerve endings buzzing like old neon signs until Rippen yelped in surprise, releasing their lengths and grabbing his ear with his clean hand.
Penn pulled back from nipping the man's ear, smiling in that saccharine way he always did. Luckily for the teen, who currently had no strength to stand on his own, Rippen hadn't put much distance between the two of them. With an exhausted sigh, Penn leant his forehead onto Rippen's broad shoulder. Their combined sweat was distracting, but not intolerable.
"So, about later?" The redhead quietly questioned.
Rippen let out a breathy chuckle and pushed Penn's limp, grinning frame back against the wall.
"Yes, yes. How does a midnight rendezvous at my place sound?"
The youth contemplated, running through everything he had to do that evening.
"I should be able to make that," he affirmed, then stared seriously into Rippen's eyes while thinking, 'I have to tell him then.'
The center of the man's eyebrow dipped. He didn't particularly like the expression on Penn's normally carefree face.
"What is it, boy?" A large hand on his cheek drew the hero from his thoughts.
The sigh Penn released was loud and harsh against the room's relative silence and sounded filled to the brim with emotion. He leant into Rippen's palm, enjoying its warmth and the man's distinctive cologne.
Penn loved him, that's what was wrong. And he knew it. Knew it was true, knew it was wrong and knew that Rippen almost certainly wouldn't return his feelings. And why would he? Outside of these escapades, he and Rippen could hardly be called friends, let alone something more. But the youth couldn't help it. This man had been such a major part of his life for nearly four years now. Penn had gone from seeing him as a threat to his world, then as an unavoidable constant in his life. Now, Rippen had become irreplaceable in the boy's heart to the point where it was distracting when they were apart. He needed him whether or not Rippen felt the same and Penn had to let him know.
"I-"
BOOM!
Suddenly, the walls shook and the air felt charged. Bits of recently dried paint rained down from the ceiling and a few hairline cracks could be seen around the door. Both men's fear and confusion quelled as they realized what was probably happening outside.
"Damn it all! Its your friends!" Rippen growled angrily. "Not like I'm surprised. Honestly, what is Larry good for!?"
Penn knew that the man didn't mean it. He actually cared quite a bit for his minion. If not, he wouldn't keep him in his company. Plus, if Rippen actually had any decent minions, it would make their secret meetings and staged kidnappings that much harder.
With speed most wouldn't believe possible for a man Rippen's size and age, he hastily unhooked his grandiose cape from the clasps on his shoulders and began hastily cleaning every trace of what they'd just done. Penn's shivers of sensitivity went unnoticed by the villain as the soft fabric ghosted over his nether regions; the only thought occupying Rippen's mind was that they mustn't be caught.
Another bone jarring crash resounded and, though this room was meant to be soundproof, the battle outside could be heard. It was obvious the door wouldn't stand much longer. Rippen, deeming them both decently clean and pulled up, first his own pants, then Penn's leggings.
The timing couldn't have been more perfect. Just as he fixed Penn's appearance, the door imploded, seeming to be sucked out into the hallway somehow.
The kick to sweep his legs out from under him was quite unexpected, but there was little Rippen could do while in mid-fall. The ground rushed up to meet him and with all the grace of a newborn giraffe, Rippen hit the floor hard. Dazed and a little bruised, he could hear Sashi call to Penn. Her small, lithe body was framed dramatically by the remnants of the door and, just as suddenly as they'd appeared, she and Boone took off running to some unknown destination.
The hero jumped over his handcuffs nimbly, bringing his wrists level with his chest. Penn knelt down and quickly pecked Rippen's lips with his own.
"I'm sorry," he spoke under his breath. "I'll see you later."
And with that, he was gone as well.
Rippen just lay on the floor, willing the ringing in his ears to stop while, unbeknownst to him, a small smile crept onto his face.
"This boy will be the death of me."
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