"Yours." It seemed like the right thing to say and with the way the Catalyst acted, he was right. It felt right as it sounds.

The Asset stares at the Catalyst looking up from his position on the bed. He didn't know why he felt the urge to wrap his legs around the muscular hips, or to pull the man down and take him. But he does urge it. And he does succumb to those urges. Hands force down the taller as an unspoken answer to the question.

He didn't know why or how, but he could feel that the man was his and he this man's. Could feel it with every being of his body. It felt as if a lifetime ago they were lovers, were nothing without the other, and he didn't know how right he was. Yet his body tries to tell him with the signs of being so wanton, his bud twitching along with his member, with the moans and grunts that escaped him so easily.

The Catalyst's breath left him, it was all he needed to hear and he knew deep within how true the word rang. With a growl they were kissing again, soft to hard; slow to passionate; clothes gone and they were grinding and rocking to the sound of their own song. Lips rushed until their teeth were clashing and tongues entwined in a dance of the unknown. Their pleasure was heightening as they couldn't get enough of each other.

Winter Captain traced his lips along the stubble jawline until he was nibbling at the smooth throat, growling when the smaller tilt his head back to reveal more for him to mark. His fleshy fingers thread through long locks as the other took time to run along the toned body. Tracing the abs with gentle touches before grasping at the harden member. Purring happily when the sound of wicked pleasure reached his ears.

The sight of such a beautiful creature showing him the very intimacy of expressions sets him ablaze with lust. Cool thumb rubs the blunt head before stroking once, twice and a third until he rolled the sack and moved to rub the rosebud. Despite the tightness, he felt the experience there and yet, a part of him was growling possessively in the knowledge that he had taken this innocent part of his Mate. But how if they only just met. Instead of questioning it he kissed his man, inserting his middle metal digit and thrusting slowly within the tight heat.

Cock hardening further with the vibrations of the muffled moans their kissing silenced. He added a second before settling himself between the hiked legs and pressing against the ring. The assassins stared at each other, lust and an unknown feeling are shown to each other and only each other. Strong emotions rolled continuously through them and kept inspiring them for higher pleasure as the Catalyst filled the Asset with his whole being. Panting, he rest his forehead to the other, a soft smile along with warm eyes is directed to his mate. It was a silent question, worried flashed within the blues, but when his submissive nodded everything felt right in the world.

He paced them slow and easy, as if afraid he would harm the other and break their fragile beginnings, but as the hips rocked to his and a pouting whine reached his ears. The Catalyst chuckled, it was an unusual action for him, but it did as theirs did, felt...right. They had no words to describe their joining other than that, right, they know nothing else and yet, they felt everything. Thrust, grind, moan and cry, he was hitting that cherished spot within his assassin and enjoyed his view. Long locks were sticky and messy along the skin, the Asset huffing with his face red and glistening with pleasured tears from the combination of pain and wanton lust. The Catalyst thought he looked more beautiful even in the start of the climax, he stroked the smaller male in time with each hard thrust.

Foreheads pressing, mouths agape with the shared silent scream as their bodies shuttered and slumped against each other. The Asset bit his lip, sucking the flesh deeply into teeth as his eyes clenched shut just as his tight ring spasms around the thickness inside him. Groaning low in a rumble in his chest, the hot sticky torrents filling his being made him feel complete. More than that, he belonged to someone. He belonged to the Catalyst and somehow that's the most important thing to him. Whimpering, he nuzzled the throat of his dominant, kissing along the flesh as he let's the man settled on top of him before happily letting the other take care of him. They fell asleep like that, the Catalyst holding onto what is his, now and forever his, while the Asset enjoys not having to be the strong one for once and cuddling the chest underneath him. Happy that the handlers allowed him to have one good thing, a good reward for being a most treasured pet.

They were both safe as long as they have each other. They would make sure of that.

The Catalyst woke to the sound of voices outside the door, arm tightening around his submissive, eyes already adjusting to the dark as his mind works for every possible scenario and a way to defend his lover if needed.

No one is going to hurt what is his.

He'll make damn sure of that.