Sorry for the wait, I'm fucking horrible for these inconsistent updates.
But hopefully, you guys can enjoy this new chapter, cause it provides a continuation to the story, therefore preventing it from being considered dead, thus making the dudes that follow this story happy and yada yada yada...
Enough of the babble, you guys can read now :)
(WARNING: LEMON AHEAD, SUPER M-RATED CONTENT AND STUFF! If you wanna skip it, scroll until you see center-aligned bolded words with an asterisk (*) at each of the ends).
Chapter 18: A Mercenary Does it Properly
Scout finished taking his shower, and surprisingly, with no harassment from Tracer while doing so.
It was surprising because of the events that happened recently before he got into the shower — In which he was literally forced, to receive a blowjob by Tracer herself.
It was a messy ending.
He ended it by releasing all over her face.
What made him even more surprised about a certain British girl not harassing him as he got out the showers — was the random slap he received to his ass before getting in the showers...
Yeah...
The young Mercenary had a good reason to feel vulnerable and feel like prey at the moment, especially while in the shower. But it seems like the playful Brit wasn't in the mood to make any intimate moves against him, her lust being temporarily satisfied as soon as she finished him off...
Scout came out of the washroom fully clothed, feeling refreshed... until Tracer appeared out of nowhere.
"Scout!" She screamed.
He nearly fell backwards because of how unexpected it was.
He wasn't expecting a gorgeous girl to scare him as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom.
"Holy crap!" He cried out, arms flailing as he almost fell.
Tracer laughed at the off balance Scout, "Blimey! You're easy to scare, aren't you?" She questioned with an innocent smile.
Scout caught his balance, soon standing straight.
"Haha, what? Me?" He pointed at himself, "Never!" He insisted with a smirk.
It was one of those smirks that bared too much confidence, a compliment to his cocky personality.
"Yeah, and pigs can fly, Scout... Cut the rubbish, you were scared." She insisted.
"Nah, it ain't nothin' like that, Sweet Cheeks. I was just friggin' surprised that a gorgeous girl like you can't get enough of me!"
Tracer beamed at him.
"Oh you must be correct!" She quickly took hold of his body, pulling him in closer with her greedy arms, wanting every inch of him.
"I can't, get enough of you." She stressed, hugging onto his slim frame.
She buried her head onto his chest, a contagious smile on her face because of how happy she was to have a boy like Scout in her life.
And he came straight out of the showers, so him smelling like a fresh batch of roses made her want to embrace him even harder.
He chuckled as she hugged harder, because he was getting the feeling that she was trying to suffocate him again.
It was cute and romantic in its own right — but it didn't mean that he was going to outright enjoy it.
She was hugging so hard, he actually began to wheeze a little.
"Ah- ow! Sorry to interrupt, but you're squeezing the crap outta' me!" He wheezed out.
Tracer softened her grip in response, but by only a little, still keeping a considerable amount of force on his frame.
"I just love you, Scout. I could adore you forever if you would allow it." She said while looking up at him.
He smiled back, "And I would... but I think I gotta get back to that training section thing, before they do something about it."
She groaned in response, "Oh, damn. That's right — the sections." She softened her embrace even more as she pulled him in closer, "A bloody shame that it ruined such a good moment between us..."
Tracer looked up at Scout once again...
God, she was so lucky... to have him all to herself, to consider him the one for her, with no fear of him walking away from her.
"Oh my god... Scout..." She raised her hand to feel at his jaw.
His smile bloomed with affection and care that was exclusive towards her.
She raised her other hand to feel at the other side of his face, and with both of her hands on his face, she pulled him in closer.
Like many of the kisses they shared with each other, they were both going to enjoy it...
He smirked as he readied his lips for her's.
They touched lips with one another... the soft, passionate contact of lip against lip, eventually growing in aggression as they began to tug and pull onto each other's lower lips with the teeth.
Soft moans came from Tracer and heavy groans came from Scout — Both were clearly enjoying the natural make out session.
It then turned into something more...
Tracer's mouth went lower, down to the side of his neck, to which Scout didn't complain to.
It felt good...
She lightly pushed him against the wall, tilting his neck as she weaved through his damp hair with one hand.
She kissed at the side of his neck, forcing him to groan out lightly. She continued to kiss, ramping up the aggressiveness as she kissed harder on the spot.
Scout groaned and gave out a light chuckle as she kissed against his neck tighter.
"I'm assuming this ain't a normal kiss, sweet cheeks?" He asked slowly, his breaths getting heavier the harder she kissed.
Tracer gave him a playful giggle in response, looking up at him.
"It's not... It's a love bite." She whispered.
A love bite?
Scout thought that sounded like something that had been made up on the spot, but before he could say anything about it...
She kissed at his neck one final time, causing him to give out another heavy breath, "Now keep your blabber shut, and let me give you one that you'll remember."
Tracer lubricated the area of her affection with her tongue, making sure not to slobber on his neck, but gently suck on it, making it wetter overtime. She licked at his neck playfully... but only for a short while until she began to suck on it — aggressively
He stifled a breath as she sucked hard on his neck- which she was doing so for about twenty seconds...
She looked at him playfully as she took her lips off of his neck, impressed at the mark she had applied to him.
"Ugh, that kinda felt nice..." He muttered as he rubbed at his neck.
"My, oh my, would you look at that." She said.
"What happened?"
She threw a grin his way, "Look in the mirror."
The embrace between them was officially on pause.
Scout was confused. He had to find out what Tracer was grinning about.
And knowing her, it was probably something mischievous that she was grinning about...
What was on his neck?
All she did was suck on it for a few seconds, what's the worst that could happen?
And what was this corny-sounding 'love bite' that Tracer had said she was going to give him?
He walked towards her washroom and opened the door, intent on examining what she had left on his neck.
He tilted his neck to one side to expose the side that Tracer had sucked on.
What he found was shocking to him.
It looked like a bruise — a pink mark that discoloured his light tan from the rest of his complexion. It looked out of place, it looked like someone had landed a solid punch at his neck, and Scout did not like it.
Fortunately, it was only a small mark, but the size didn't stop it from being noticeable from a distance.
He got closer to the mirror, further examining the odd mark that she had left on him.
"Oh, jeez, what the hell did she do to my neck?" He muttered, rubbing uncertainly at the pink mark.
As he rubbed, he could feel the cool moistness that her mouth had left on him...
But he didn't know whether to be shocked, annoyed or excited at what Tracer had left on his neck.
"Umm... sweet cheeks?" Scout called out, still looking at his neck in the mirror.
Tracer peaked her head around the door frame, "You enjoying the love bite so far?" She asked with a grin.
"Uhh... yeah, about that..." Scout turned to face her.
He pointed at the pink mark, "Is this a frickin' love bite?" He asked.
She could see that he was in slight distress, but the question was, why?
She went inside the washroom, getting closer to him, "Yeah, it is..."
He slowly nodded, giving her a bewildered look as he stared at her.
"Uh-huh... and...?"
"Well, it's basically a mark of possession that lovers give each other-"
Scout widened his eyes, "A- WHAT?" He stressed.
"A mark of possession..." She repeated, her tone slightly softening.
"Wow." He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, "Umm, wouldn't it have been smart to like, I dunno' — warn me about this before you did it?" He said.
He then noticed a tinge of disappointment stemming from Tracer.
He put on a reassuring smile, "Oh! But don't get me wrong, sweet cheeks! It felt nice," He said reassuringly, "But... it- it looks like I just got my neck bit by a vampire or something! And I'm pretty sure people's gonna be askin' me questions, and if they do-"
"Oh, Scout, you're overthinking it!" She interrupted, "It's really not that big of a deal to have a sign of affection like that on your neck. It's been quite common with couples..."
Realization then hit Tracer.
She gasped as her features softened, "Aww, Scout... have you never seen an actual love bite in real life?" She asked, smiling warmly at him.
"I sorta just did, like, right now." He pointed to the mark.
She rolled her eyes while giggling softly, "Not that, silly! Prior to the one I gave you just now — Have you ever seen one, or at least, heard of it?" She asked.
Scout tried to remember... but nothing came to his mind when he tried to recall moments where people were giving each other vampire bites on the neck...
Granted, it wasn't a vampire bite, but still...
Scout shook his head, "Nah... I don't remember anything about people giving each other vampire bites on the neck... maybe in the, uhh... the medieval times you'd find some stuff like that..."
Tracer narrowed her eyes at how clueless Scout was.
"It's a love bite. Not a vampire bite." She corrected, "But that's unfortunate... You haven't seen your parents with one on their neck?" She asked.
He slightly cringed at the word 'parents'.
"I haven't noticed a 'love bite' on my Ma. Never." He replied.
"How about your dad?"
He then went silent, eyes staring off someplace else as he shifted slightly.
"Umm..."
"Have you seen your dad with a love bite?" She asked again.
"I don't have one." Scout replied with a flat tone.
Oh shit.
"Oh..." She squeaked out, her smile no more.
"Shite. I shouldn't have asked." She thought to herself.
"... He abandoned me like the little piss stain he is." He said with a small smile.
Tracer's mouth curled into a frown, "I'm... I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's cool. Doesn't really affect me too much, cause he's the one that's missing out. I mean, like, who would wanna miss out on being the dad of the worlds fastest guy? Huh? Nobody — that's who!"
If this was Scout's attempt at trying to cover up his feelings for his dad who abandoned him, Tracer wasn't buying it.
She was still frowning at the fact that Scout never had a Father figure during his childhood — could it even be considered a proper childhood without a father to guide him as he grew up?
This was what Tracer was thinking about.
It must've been horrible for him to endure the disappearance of the dad he never knew.
"Scout... that's horrible, love." She said, frowning, "Out of all people, you shouldn't be the one to go through such a phase."
Scout sighed, his features lowering as she mentioned his dad. He always felt slightly uncomfortable whenever he would talk about the dad he never had, despite claiming that it didn't have an affect on him...
So he quickly switched the subject.
"Whatever. I'm over it. And like I said, it doesn't affect me too much, so.. yeah, enough 'bout him." He put on a warm smile, trying to bury the thoughts about his dad deep down with happiness.
"I think I gotta get back to the next training section before they yap at me." He said.
Tracer decided not to push it on him anymore because of how obvious he was to dismiss the topic when she tried bringing it up.
But that didn't mean she would forget about this anytime soon, as she now knew that there was something that made the beaming Scout give out a rare frown.
She would have to keep this in mind whenever she would talk to him about his family.
But in the meantime, he had somewhere to be...
Or did he...
"Oh right, that." She replied, "You probably do have to get back to that training session before they get on you about it."
Tracer walked back to the door, opening it.
"Come," She gestured, "I'll walk you back."
"Really?" Scout said, smirking suggestively. "No sidetracks... no other places that you wanna 'show' me while on the way there?" He said sarcastically, assuming that she would put him on a sidetrack just so she could fuck him some more — like she did recently.
And because it was Tracer — She would probably do it again, just for her own benefit, cause he was that damn good to her.
Tracer giggled, seeing an opening for some more mindless sex with the love of her life. She had nothing to lose with getting him in bed, because she wanted sex from him — a lot.
She pounced at the opportunity...
"Well, it all depends on you, love."
She closed the door and looked at him with a vixen's stare, "Do you mind being late for a few minutes?" She asked with a smirk, her tone — naughty.
"Uhh..." He smiled nervously, his eyes coincidentally going down to her curvy waist.
And at this moment, Scout knew he fucked up.
Was he really going to get out of this one?
Tracer began her move...
"Think about it, Scout..." She walked up closer to him, courageously grabbing his clothed crotch, feeling a small bulge beneath it, which was bound to get bigger.
Scout exhaled deeply as her hand grabbed his non-erected member.
"There's a bed that's just there, begging to be messed up by a couple of wild blokes." She said, trying to persuade him into a fuck session that would make him late for his next training session — no doubt!
And it wasn't like Scout had a choice!
She had him getting bigger with each second that passed.
It was too easy for her!
Scout was groaning lightly at how good she was rubbing at his growing erection. His breaths were getting quicker by the second as well...
Temptation was controlling him...
"Fuck..." He muttered as she grabbed at his bulge. "You're making it hard to say no, sweet cheeks."
And it was hard to say 'no'.
He couldn't say 'no' to a girl that was totally blessing his erection with the touches and rubs of her hand. He couldn't say 'no' to a girl that was going to give him one of the best feelings a man could ever experience in life. He couldn't say 'no' to a girl that was lust-hungry for him...
... He couldn't say 'no' to Tracer.
"I'll take that as a yes then." She grabbed his shirt with her free hand, "Come here, you fucking lover boy."
Tracer pulled on Scout's shirt and walked backwards to her bedroom, an obedient Scout obeying her excited pull.
Scout was now wondering if it was worth it to ask if Tracer would be giving him anymore 'sidetracks' on the way back to the training sections...
The positives about Tracer's 'sidetrack', was that he would be having sex with her — which felt like bliss the last time he did it with her.
But the negatives about her sidetrack, was that he was going to be late for a training session he was supposed to be present for...
But his thoughts about the negatives seemed to be put to a halt, as he heard the slam of a door behind him.
Scout turned around, not even knowing that he had been pulled into, what he assumed — was her bedroom.
His thoughts about the negatives were put to a complete halt, when he felt soft, rosy lips landing on his.
His eyes widened in slight shock, but only for a moment as he calmed down eventually, in which he was starting to move his lips against her's with the passing seconds of blossoming romance between the two...
"Mmm... Scout..." Tracer moaned out.
Scout felt unconscious... and not the bad type.
He then began to act off of instinct — which had everything to do with making the opposite gender beg for his affection.
Scout pulled apart from her lips and moved his mouth down to her neck — her soft, delicate skin, being reddened in a spot because of what he was doing to it...
It seems Scout took a note from her books.
He gave her a love bite.
Tracer was in bliss...
"Hnghhh! Scoouut!" She howled out his name, letting him do whatever he wanted to do to her.
Scout kissed and sucked harder on her neck, his hands keeping her in a firm hold while exploring her curvy body with interest.
Eventually, his hand found the soft, firm hump of her rear...
His favourite...
Tracer gasped as she felt his hand go along it...
With a strong, dominating grip — He squeezed into it, slapping it with much interest, signalling to her that he was going to control the pace this time.
"Oh god... fuck me, Scout..." She squeaked out, almost out of breath because of how good he was doing her at the moment.
Scout growled as he stopped sucking on her neck.
"You're gonna be screaming that in just a second, darling," He took hold of her slim frame and placed her onto the clean bed.
As he placed her on the bed with her back laid down, he quickly got on top of her with his knees either side of her legs, his head nearing her region.
"Gonna make you moist, so I can get inside easier... you'd like that, ain't ya?" He muttered... with a tone that was so damn hot to Tracer...
Just hearing him say that made her moist.
Scout pulled at the waistband of her grey joggers, revealing the orange laced panties that was covering her tasty womanhood.
He chuckled lightly, "What's with you and orange, sweet cheeks?" He asked as he pulled her panties down slightly.
Tracer couldn't reply properly as she was close to approaching a dream-like state of consciousness.
The excitement was lulling her.
"Ahhh... can't, I dunno-"
"Never mind, don't answer," He cut in, "you won't be able to once I start fuckin' you." He said.
Tracer buckled her hips as she heard him say that, almost wishing that his cock was fitted deep inside of her already.
With a swift pull, he pulled her pants completely off of her legs, and with a gentle tug of his teeth, he bit the thin straps of the protective clothing and tugged away at it with his mouth. He continued to tug away at the piece of clothing until it was completely off of her fine legs — leaving her completely exposed to the sex-hungry Mercenary.
He now had full control over her legs, and he adored it with a passion.
His hands rubbed up and down her calves, he embraced every inch of her lower body as he slowly advanced, eventually inching closer to her thighs.
He stopped his hand from advancing further when it reached the inside of her thighs, just inches away from her warm pool.
"Hm. You're already wet." He noticed, grinning at her, staring at her pink jewel with the intents of sticking himself deep inside of it.
"So fuck me already... fuck me, Scout!" She said with an irritated tone.
"I was gonna eat you out, but-"
She wanted his cock.
"Fuck. Me!" She interrupted, begging for his length.
He obliged.
Scout unbuckled his belt and undid the zipper of his pants as it loosened down to his thighs, which only left his boxers as the clothing that prevented his member from springing out.
He pulled it down.
It came out.
Tracer bit her lower lip as she stared at him — nervous and excited for his length to take her once again.
Scout lowered his body down on Tracer's in order to get himself to enter her with a suitable angle.
He thrusted inside of her...
"Ugh!" Tracer grunted as he put it in.
It was less hurtful for her than the first time she did it with him, but regardless, his length still packed a punch against her unbelievably tight pussy.
"Fuck..." He exhaled deeply.
He thrusted again...
"Oh- Fuck yes!" She gasped out.
It felt even better the second time that Scout had done it, the familiar pleasure from earlier in the day was finding it's way back to his body...
Her breath was pacing at a quick rate after the first few waves of his pumps.
"... Fuck!" He growled sharply as the familiar pleasure started to course throughout his body.
He thrusted inside of her...
Again, and again... until she started to scream his name.
The tempo and the rhythm he was fucking her with was mind-numbing.
It was amazing.
"HNGHH! YES, SCOUT! FUCK ME HARDER!" She screamed out, not caring how loud and excessive she was being, because her whole room was soundproof.
She was feeling wild at the moment... and it wasn't much of a surprise because of how good he was fucking her.
The way he made her scream for more of his thrusts, attributed to how wild she truly was at the moment.
The way his cock would freeze her slim body with his satisfying length, was seriously - fucking her up.
Since Scout's body was lowered onto Tracer's, his mouth was near her ear, which meant that she could hear every hot, little growl and groan that was coming out of his mouth. Hearing his sounds of approval just meant she had more of a reason to have a drowsy smile on her face.
Scout continued to thrust down on her, but this time, he was maintaining direct eye contact with her eyes as he suspended himself above her.
He could see that Tracer's eyes were twitching due to how much force he was packing inside of his humps.
His deep groans made her want to hear even more of him...
"Talk dirty- Hngh... talk dirty to me you sexy wanker..." She muttered dreamily.
He obliged with a sly grin.
He took a deep breath as he maintained his pacing.
"You're so fucking tight, Tracer." He kept thrusting, "Fuck... I... I'd fuck you every night just so you could call me the best..." He kept thrusting, "Fuck, you're so damn gorgeous!" He kept thrusting... "Hnghh... I... I- love you, Tracer- Fuck!"
He broke eye contact for just a second as his thrusts became out of rhythm, but he recovered quickly.
He kept thrusting down on her as he started to lightly caress her face with one of his free hands, his breath and his tempo steady.
It was so much for Tracer to handle.
Scout's gorgeous eyes peering down on her's. His smooth words softening her up; effectively turning her into butter. His long, hard length continuously ramming inside of her with no intent of stopping... and his warm hands that had such a gentle touch applied to it — was caressing her cheeks — ALL at the same time!
How could she be able to handle this?!
Tracer's thoughts were hazy, her moans were excessively loud without her knowledge, and her throat was beginning to get raspy from all the screaming.
She didn't even know how much time had passed. She felt like she was inside of her zone.
She was experiencing so much pleasure, that she was certain that she would have an overdose of it if he continued.
But would it be bad to have an overdose of pleasure?
Nope!
If anything, it would be considered heaven for Tracer if she got an overdose of it...
As Scout thrusted, he went down on Tracer's lips, with his hand holding the side of her cheek.
As he kissed her, his breaths were starting to pace, and the same was for her as well.
"Fast- faster..." Tracer managed to squeak out, before being taken by his passionate lips again.
After 5 seconds of pure embrace with her lips, he pulled out of the kiss.
"I'm gonna fuck you until I cum all over that pretty lil' face of your's." He whispered gently.
Seriously, what did Tracer do to deserve such a hot, fucking beast like Scout?
And his sex as well?!
Fuck, he was good!
Tracer whimpered at this, but not because she was afraid of his release — oh no, she wanted him to cum all over her.
He was just fucking her so hard, that it became difficult for her to let out the proper replies to a sentence of his.
He then began to thrust into her slim, tight frame at a slightly quicker pace than before, tiny drops of sweat were now starting to form on his face due to how hard he was working her.
She blindly gripped his face in a desperate attempt to hold on to reality. Once her hands found his face, she knocked off his cap and ravaged through his hair. She grabbed, weaved and pulled onto his strands as he continued to fuck her, finally finding some proper stabilization to use instead of her own bed sheets.
Her pulling on his hair only caused him to go faster... and harder.
The bed started to creak continuously as Scout went to town on Tracer's wet clit.
The mattress was bouncing up and down with the combined weight of the runners thoroughly enjoying what was happening in the moment, and the intensity of Scout's thrusts wasn't helping the cleanliness of the bed either.
The blankets were wrinkled in the corner due to Tracer's wild grip and the pillows fell out of order because of how strong the bed was shaking.
"Harder, Scout! Harder!" She screamed.
Her hands went to his back, which she raked and gripped her nails onto in order to prevent him from making her lose herself.
Scout snarled at the sharp, feel-good pain piercing his upper back. He loved how feisty she was, and in response to her actions, he went even harder.
The bed must've been trembling by now, because Scout was fucking her up.
His hips were hitting against her's at a quick pace, his cock going even faster.
The harder he gave it to her, the louder she screamed.
Her legs tightened around his waist, her fingers pierced deeper onto his back... her moans became ferocious as she felt her pulsing release.
"Scout..." She whimpered his name softly, "I'm coming!"
Hearing this made him go faster.
Her fragile body was being railed so hard by Scout, that she was literally bouncing along with the bed as he fucked her.
Her pussy liked it, evident because of what she was soon to release on his member.
"Scout, I'm gonna cum!" She yelled out wildly.
Her legs tightened and her hips buckled...
"Aughh! Fuuck!"
She was screaming.
She bit onto her lips to contain her orgasm... but...
It was no use.
Tracer came.
She screamed and trembled as she finally came over his cock. Her eyes twitched, her screams became coarse, her hips jerked violently as her legs tightened harder around him.
Her juice was spilled all over his length as Scout slowed his pace of thrusts.
Scout let out a shaky moan as she released all over him.
God, her pussy felt good. Scout's eyes widened, gasping out at how cozy her walls felt around him.
Her cum seemed to make his length even warmer when it was inside of her...
"Only a couple more thrusts, sweet cheeks... fuck, you feel good!" He growled deeply.
Despite the intense levels of pleasure she was in, she still had enough of a grip on reality to think properly!
She still wanted his cum... she wanted it now!
"Fuck me faster! Fuck me, Scout! Cum on me!" She screamed coarsely, her throat was feeling the affect of her wild side kicking into place...
The bed really began to shake.
His breath was beginning to break, but a dose of energy soon travelled through him.
"Can't stop now can't stop now can't stop now." He quickly muttered to himself.
He continued to give it to her as hard as he could...
His body was heated and his face was focused, his goal was just in sight...
Blissful seconds passed by, and Scout soon felt a kick...
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum- I'm gonna cum!" He growled deeply to her.
Tracer was now in alarm, readying for his release.
"Mmm! Come all over me, love... fuck me up fuck me up, please!" Tracer begged, using the last of her energy she had stored in her to say the words.
But Scout didn't want to pull out, because she felt so damn good — And she was so warm and tight inside, it was like her walls itself wanted him to cum inside...
But he couldn't say no.
Not to Tracer.
So with a stiff pull of his cock, he pulled out... and he came all over Tracer...
It took a lot out of him to pull out... but he managed...
"Hngh!" He exhaled deeply as he released, spreading his seed everywhere on her face — doing as she pleased.
She closed her eyelids as his semen hit against her face.
Warm, thick spurts of white — soon to be all over her face...
Spurt after spurt, Scout felt like fainting. His mouth remained wide open with heavy groans pouring out of it. Bliss was doing a number on him at the moment, and he couldn't do anything about it... but then again, why would he?
It was like heaven was throwing him a party inside of his body, he felt amazing...
Scout finally paced his breath after releasing the last of his load onto her gorgeous features.
"Holy fuck..." Was all he could say after coming on her face.
His jerking slowly came to a stop as his body began to falter...
"Crap..." He breathed out.
"I'm spent!" He groaned out, feeling defeated as he inhaled deeply.
He pulled up his boxers and his pants, and laid down tiredly beside her.
Much to their surprise, both Tracer and Scout were completely out of breath. They were laid out, together on the bed.
Tracer was trying to regain her breath after the amazing fuck she received from him. During this time, she used her fingers to collect any of Scout's seed that had been left on her face — licking it off clean once she found it.
Eventually, she finished cleaning up her face with her fingers, and the two runners laid down in silence, each one trying to collect their cool and their surroundings after an intense session of sex...
Not even a minute has passed, and Tracer broke the calm ice between them...
"Scout..." She said, looking up at the ceiling with drowsy eyes.
"... 'Sup?" He replied back, his voice - exhausted.
"That... was quick!" She said with a tired giggle, ending in a relaxed sigh, "Bloody hell..."
Scout scoffed as he looked up at the ceiling, "Yeah, next time we fuck... I probably gotta go quicker than this, right?"
"Not exactly..."
Wait!
What was she talking about?! She would love that!
She quickly corrected herself so she wouldn't give Scout the wrong impression.
"I-I mean- I wouldn't mind it! But how about some different positions next time, love?" She suggested.
"Ah crap. I'm guessin' you got tired of lookin' at my awesome face?"
"Oi! That's rubbish!" She turned her head to look towards him.
"I will never get tired of seeing your face, love." She whispered softly.
Though there were stains of some of his cum left on her face, she still looked innocently sweet and pure despite the explicit marks.
Oh, how he loved how gorgeous she was!
Scout looked back at her, "I should be saying that to you, babe."
"But you didn't, so let me be the first to do so."
Scout laughed at her, "Ladies first, am I right?"
Tracer simply smiled back at him, loving the positivity that was contained in his laugh.
He sighed, finding it hard to break his stare with Tracer.
He found it even harder to do so, when she decided to get closer to him, basically cuddling with him as her leg was hoisted across his waist, her arm placed across his chest.
When she hoisted her leg across his waist, he could feel the wetness of her clit seeping through his shirt, and since his shirt was slightly cut off at the bottom, he could feel even more of her moistness maintaining it's presence on his lower chest...
He let out a quiet chuckle at feeling her wetness, "Looks like someone's still wet." He muttered.
"It'll dry out eventually, love." She replied.
He snuggled closer to her in response, still keeping his stare strong on her eyes.
They were just smiling at each other... both of them in awe of how beautiful their partner was.
"... Do you think their gonna be mad at me if I come an hour late?" He asked.
"Oh, sod it. They'll understand if I back you up." She replied.
He examined her neck, and what he saw surprised him...
It was a love bite.
The one he gave to Tracer differed in size compared to the one she gave to him — his bite was bigger, and deeper in colour.
"Hey... look at that," He glided his thumb along the mark he gave her, "... It looks like I gave ya one of those love bites."
She had her hand keep his thumb on the spot, "I thought so too, love. The way you kissed at my neck felt so damn aggressive..."
"Oh..." Scout slightly winced at hearing this, his concern kicking in.
Tracer noticed, quickly reassuring him, "... but it's not like it's anything bad... If anything, it feels bloody amazing, which of course, makes you feel more amazing — which I do not mind at all."
"Really?" Scout asked, slightly shocked that she enjoyed him more when he was being aggressive.
He already knew he did not have the heart to treat her with roughness. She was so fragile and so pure... he just couldn't.
"Yes, really... I must say, it's such a turn on whenever you take control."
"I dunno, sweet cheeks... the only time I feel like when I wanna take control is when I... uh..." He slightly blushed, breaking eye contact with her for a second, feeling embarrassed at what he was going to say.
"'When you...?' Go on, love." She snuggled closer to him, her hand slightly tightening against his, "I'm all ears."
What Scout was going to say included something about her ass...
"Ugh. Don't get mad at me. But I like takin' control whenever I grab your butt..."
Tracer scoffed at him, slightly blushing herself, "Blimey, Scout- why would I get mad at that?" She grabbed his face and turned his head towards her,I'm bloody flattered!" She said, starting straight into his eyes.
"Seriously? Wait... that means you'll be okay if I do it some more, right?"
"Yes! God, Scout! Please do!" She said, her hands softening around his face.
"Oh okay... that's good to hear. I'll keep that in mind for later, sweet cheeks."
"Sure... but can I ask you something, love?"
"Shoot."
"Why do you feel like taking control whenever you grab my arse?" Tracer asked.
Scout himself didn't know the answer to that.
"Again - I dunno. I guess it's just... umm, instincts or something like that." He said, saying things just to answer her question.
Apparently, it worked.
"Whatever it is, make sure you do it some more, cause shite, you're a bloody beast whenever you do so."
But with Scout, that was a given!
"Sweet cheeks, I don't think you have to worry 'bout me not grabbing your ass — cause I'm going to do it every time we fuck, tellin' you that right now."
"Oh? And what if you don't?" She asked rhetorically.
"Don't gotta answer that, cause it's always gonna happen."
"It didn't happen this time." Tracer noticed, giving him a sly smirk.
"Umm, that was cause I was too busy lookin' at your sexy face, which made me not wanna look away from you's-" He said quickly, inhaling deeply after his sentence ended. "BUUUUT, every fuck, starting from now," He restated, "... I'll be grabbing ya cute lil' butt like it was a fat, fat piece of- of... uhh... cake or- or something... Heh, anyways- You can guarantee that! Capiche?"
She giggled at how he described and compared her rear.
"Yes, Scout. Capiche." She replied.
She sighed heavenly as she snuggled even closer to him, her body cuffed to his.
He looked up at the ceiling and yawned, evident that he was slowly getting drowsy the longer she held onto him.
He then looked back at her.
"... I have a feeling they ain't gonna be too happy if I show up... what like... 10 minutes late?" He muttered to her. "Or maybe it might be 20 minutes... cause I been gone for a while."
Tracer hugged him harder with the arm that was laid across his chest at hearing this.
"Sod them... I'll just tell them you had to take a big crap, or something of that nature." She replied, giggling right after she said so.
"Really? And they'd believe you?"
"Of course! They believe everything I say, love!"
Scout turned his head to look at her, cocking a brow, "Everything?" He asked.
She smiled with guilt, "Umm... almost, everything." She re-stated, giving him another contagious giggle.
He sighed and stayed silent for a while, contemplating whether he should go back to the training sessions that he had to complete — Or, stay and cuddle with the most gorgeous girl he has ever seen, which undoubtedly, was Tracer.
He made up his mind quickly.
"... well, if you say so."
"Yaaay!" She cheered tiredly, hugging onto his body tightly, "I knew you wanted to cuddle with me!" She said, ecstatic to have her own personal 'teddy bear' for some more minutes.
"Oh, hey- Can I have that smartphone ya promised me a while ago?" Scout asked.
Tracer groaned, "Ughhh... I was hoping you'd forget about it, but it doesn't seem like that's the case..." Tracer lifted her arm up weakly and pointed to the top of a dresser.
"It's over there, love," She quickly let her arm fall back into place, across his chest, "But don't you dare touch it right now, or else I'll clobber you." She warned.
He rolled his eyes.
"OoOooOo, real scary." He chuckled, "Ahh... don't worry, Tracer. I don't wanna get my ass kicked by you, so you don't gotta worry."
"Scout!" She playfully slapped his face.
She laughed out at him, and snuggled her head closer to him.
Scout became even more comfortable in his position, a dumb grin attached to his face.
"Wanna play a game?" He asked.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Let's see who can sleep quicker. Winner gets... I don't know, but whoever wins gets something."
"Honestly, the winner doesn't have to receive anything in return. Let's just do this for the sake of it." Tracer suggested, "Sound good?"
It was surprising to hear that from Tracer's mouth, because Scout thought it was a forsure way for her to get him to do anything that she wanted him to do (which included everything about him having sex with her) — IF she had won the game...
Scout raised a brow, "Really?- Uh, I mean, sure!" He softened his features, "... That sounds cool."
She smiled at him, giving him a short kiss on the cheeks as she closed her eyes.
"I love you, Scout... never leave me." Tracer whispered.
Scout closed his eyes and brought her in closer to him.
"I ain't leaving you, Tracer... I promise." He whispered.
The inseparable pair of runners then slept in silence, embracing each other as they drifted to a peaceful sleep...
*Watchpoint Gibraltar, Winston's quarters*
The brilliant scientist gorilla, known as Winston, was sitting down in his chair, examining the identification sheet of the man that Lena, (aka, Tracer) had brought in for the batch of recruits of Overwatch.
The man's examination was interesting — as Lena claimed to Winston, that he was from the past.
The bold claim alone was interesting enough, but what really made the scientist's jaw drop, was the man's date of birth.
Winston examined the man's unusual identification sheet on the screen of his supercomputer.
Overwatch Database - Recruit ID #0211
Gender: Male
Name: Jeremy ? (Missing! : Last name required)
Date of birth: 1945/?/?Missing?
Occupation: Unknown.
Place of birth: Boston, Massachusetts, USA
Race: Caucasian
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'10 (177.8 Cm)
Weight: 125 lbs
Eye Color: BLU
Hair Color: BROWN (Dark)
Missing - Last Name, Day of Birth, Month of Birth, Occupation
END
Winston zoomed in on the recruit's date of birth, cocking a brow at the four numbers - 1945.
"There's no way..." He mumbled, "... Athena." The gorilla called out.
"Yes, Winston?" The A.I. Known as 'Athena' responded.
"May you examine this recruit's identification sheet for me, please? He asked.
"Yes, Winston."
"Thank you."
His screen switched onto a program, which bordered the identification sheet. There was a green line that was placed on the top of the page.
"Running program for - Faulty forms of identification... Checking for... Forgery."
The green line then moved down slowly, scanning the sheet for any faultiness.
The CPU made a gentle humming sound as the program slowly scanned over the sheet of ID.
The green line scanned over the characters that Winston was most concerned about — 1945.
The program didn't detect anything faulty...
After about two minutes of waiting, the program had completely finished scanning the recruit's unusual ID sheet. The program then displayed the sheet, with the word 'verified', bolded next to it.
"Program is done compiling — Result: Verified. Could not find any attempts at forgery when program was executed." The A.I. said, notifying Winston that the identification of the recruit was in fact - Legit.
Which meant that this unusual recruit, was really from 1945... A century in the past.
"... thank you, Athena... umm..."
Winston was shocked... he didn't know what to say...
"I'll..." He coughed, "... I'll notify you if I need your assistance." He said slowly. He closed the program and went back to the page that the recruit's ID sheet was on.
"Yes, sir."
This was both fantastic, and confusing at the same time.
Tracer had really came into contact with a man that was from the past!
The only way that this could've happened was if the man used some sort of device that could travel forward in time... like, what else would've been a believable alternative other than a device that could time travel?!
Winston yawned and relaxed back into his chair, peeling a banana as he tried to keep completely calm...
It was quite the day for Winston - in terms of ups and downs, and just straight confusion in between...
His day started off by worrying about Lena, who he thought went missing, and being the deeply caring friend he was, he immediately tried to contact her comms, but was met with nothing but static. He even tried contacting her computer, but that didn't work!
One could've imagined the stress the gorilla was experiencing at the thought of losing Lena — his longtime friend.
But after a considerable amount of time had passed, his stress and his worries went away when she finally picked up...
It was safe to say that Winston had a rude awakening...
It didn't stop there, though.
He was then notified about a new recruit that Lena had found for Overwatch during her report, but was immediately made aware that he was from the past - which was verified by both Lena, and just recently, his identification sheet.
The fact alone that Lena claimed something like that, was enough to put Winston's brain into a rush.
What made the situation a whole lot more confusing than what it already was, was that Lena had already grown feelings towards the recruit, as evident from her adorable slip-ups when she was asked to describe him, whom she had just met.
Winston vaguely remembered the words she used to describe him with, such as, 'bloody perfect', and 'fit', and how could he forget — 'beautiful eyes'.
And judging from how shocked she sounded when she stuttered after using those words, he could automatically tell she was lying.
Winston knew that she wasn't straight, so to hear her describe a man so... positively, made him adjust his glasses and scratch his head.
Could she have been bisexual? Could he have been unaware of this fact the whole time he had known her?
He'd have to talk to her girlfriend, Emily, about this... things weren't adding up.
2 and a half hours after the call or so, Lena came barging in his quarters after she had dropped the recruit off at the training sections.
And knowing how reckless she was, she probably knocked over a few of his projects when she went barging into his quarters... and as luck would have it, she did - manage to knock over a few of his projects, which didn't bode well for the scientist's mood.
In Lena's hands was the chronal-accelerator that he had made for her, and it was fully functional, but despite the appearance of the functional device, she claimed that there was something wrong with it - even though it did not look like it...
Winston's mind was already in a daze because of the sudden brain rush he received when he thought about the many possibilities that the technologies of the 1960's may have held.
He was contemplating if time travel truly was possible back in the 1960's like it sort of was currently (though it was highly unstable, but still...). He was contemplating whether to believe Lena's words - even though she claimed she wasn't lying, and if she really was telling the truth, Winston's mind would've been blown away because of how advanced the 1960's were for their time!
But unfortunately, he had been pulled out of his thoughts by his loud, hyper, dear friend, Lena.
He had been asked to fix the chronal-accelerator, and after examining the device, he found something that had managed to harm the inside circuits of the device - A bullet.
This caused a malfunction inside of the machine that luckily, wasn't severe enough to send Lena back into an infinite time warp, but to the point where she wasn't able to use it's abilities properly for a set amount of time. (Her blink and her recall).
When she had brought it in for examination, the device was glowing it's normal blue, but it wouldn't be for long, as the device would eventually malfunction, then go into a state of black - eliminating the blue glow until the device would kick back into working condition, and then rinse and repeat, until the circuits were harmed even further overtime.
And if the circuits were fried, he'd have to say goodbye to Lena until he found a way to repair the fried insides of a Chronal-Accelerator, which was already difficult to fix - as the parts were rare and pristine...
But Winston couldn't have that happening to Lena! Not to her! So, being the good friend that he was, he fixed it for her, which took about an hour of his time, and boy was she ecstatic!
She was cheering and jumping on the spot as her chronal-accelerator was fixed by him!
For Winston, it was was always worth it to see a smile on Lena's face. He wanted her to be happy, because that was what she deserved in life!
But it wasn't like he was feeling all giddy about fixing it in the end, as he was slightly feeling the affects of fatigue after fixing the complicated device.
He wanted to talk with Lena about the unusual recruit, but she was gone in a heartbeat as soon as she strapped it back onto herself.
At least she said 'thanks'...
And now, he had to deal with this unusual identification sheet of a man that was legitimately from the past.
It was an interesting day for Winston so far...
But things would take a wild, unexpected turn...
A loud, ear-piercing sound suddenly rang around the gorilla, annoying him as he raised both hands to the side of his head, covering his ears from the high-frequency sound.
"Agh!" Winston snarled, accidentally dropping his unfinished banana.
"Preposterous!" He screamed as he witnessed the banana hitting against the ground, breaking in half because of the height it was dropped from.
If Winston wasn't frustrated earlier, he was certainly fuming now... a wasted banana was nothing to be happy about!
"Athena!" He called out.
He didn't even wait for a reply, which was uncharacteristic of him.
"What is the source of this devilish sound?!" He yelled irritatingly, still covering his ears.
It may not have been the smartest decision to ask the A.I. what the source of the sound was, while the ringing frequency was still in effect, but who could blame the scientist?
A perfectly good banana was just wasted.
Unsurprisingly, Winston still couldn't hear anything else but the annoying ringing sound that was attempting to render his ears deaf.
It was doing a good job so far.
Winston groaned, as all he could do in this situation, was wait it out until the ringing ceased to make a sound.
Winston scrunched his huge hands closer against his ears, hoping to block out the ear-piercing sound that was slowly destroying him...
After 30 seconds of the irritating noise floating around in the air, it eventually came to an end.
"Ugh, glad that's over." Winston sighed in relief, taking his hands off the sides of his head once the ringing had stopped.
But not so fast...
A nauseating bang then came out of nowhere, seemingly blowing the sound barrier for a split second, which made Winston wince in pain.
"AGHH!" Winston snarled out, holding his head once again.
Luckily, the sound was only present for a split second, but that didn't mean it wasn't as bad as the earlier ringing — which was equally as bad as this one.
Winston took his hands off of his head and immediately began to collect himself, taking deep, calm breaths before speaking, and cautiously readying his hands for protection from the sound if needed.
... He waited for ten seconds...
And no sound came.
Winston deemed it safe to talk.
"Athena..." Winston said.
"Yes, sir?" The A.I. responded.
"Can you investigate the source of those two high frequency sounds... please?" He asked, in slight shock from how nauseating the sound was.
"Investigating source of-"
Athena was cut off by an emergency script in her systems.
The script was to be played whenever there was a suspicious spike in energy levels...
The script activated.
"WARNING - ENERGY LEVELS HAVE SPIKED. LOCATING SOURCE."
The A.I. made a loud humming sound until it found the source of where the abundance of energy was flowing through.
"ENERGY SPIKE DETECTED AT - SOUTHERN OUTSKIRTS OF LONDON - NEAR POSITION OF -HIGHWAY M23."
Winston's supercomputer then flashed back to life as a map was shown on screen, and it felt like déjà-vu when he had seen it...
This was the either close to or at same area where the red aura had been formed earlier...
There were 10 red, pulsing circles on a location that Athena had marked on his maps program.
"Give me the live surveillance of this area!" Winston said urgently.
Athena released a negative whir, "Negative, sir. Area does not have suitable device for - live surveillance."
"Give me the live surveillance of the area that is the closest to the area of affection!" He re-stated.
"Affirmative, sir."
The monitor of Winston's supercomputer automatically switched to a live feed of the area that was being affected by the enormous levels of energy that was circulating around it.
What the live feed shown, were 10 red beams that were forming in the air, heading straight down to the ground. The live feed couldn't see where the beams were landing because of the various buildings and trees that obscured the vision, but it could very well see the formation of all the beams up in the sky.
Winston sputtered.
"This is improbable! What is the cause of this?!" The gorilla stressed. "Athena!" He called out.
"Yes, sir?"
"Send Tracer, to the affected area. I'm also gonna need a strike team to escort her on the way there..." He adjusted his glasses and observed the multiple red beams peering down from the sky.
"It's possible that the recruit may have caused that red aura to form earlier... what if these beams are associated with that man..."
He started to theorize.
What if the 10 red beams may have been related with the lone red aura that Athena had identified earlier (which was the same one that Lena had investigated earlier as well).
If that was the case, then he could've very well expected a few individuals from the past to arrive in the area, since that the unusual recruit from 1968 was the one that may have caused the formation of the red aura earlier, what were the chances of multiple red beams not containing some individuals that weren't supposed to be from this year?
Winston had those chances listed as a 'most likely'.
"Athena. Assemble a unit of 5 soldiers to escort Tracer, towards the area of high energy levels."
"Affirmative, following commands."
Winston scratched his head as he continued to examine the live feed.
"What if that recruit is associated with those red beams?" Winston questioned himself.
It was a question that had him contemplating about whether or not it was a good idea to send the recruit along with the strike team and Lena, to the energy-spiked area.
"Would you like to hear my input, Winston?" Athena asked.
"What do you think?" The gorilla asked, "Do you think that this... this... individual, may have something to do with these high spikes of energy accumulation recently?"
"Affirmative. It is most likely that - #0211 - Has had involvement in areas with high energy levels." The A.I. claimed.
"Hmm... that's probable..."
"Recommendation: Apply - #0211 - to escort - Tracer - and a unit of 5 along to area of energy spike."
Winston wondered if it was a smart move to send a recruit along with Lena and the others...
What if the red beams contained potential hostiles?
If it did - He was most likely putting the lives of Lena and 5 Overwatch soldiers at risk by investigating this area, and to risk the life of the unusual recruit as well?
But fortunately, Winston had enough trust in Lena, and the personnel accompanying her - to handle whatever that might come in their path.
If she could handle being a vital part of liberating King's Row during the Omnic Crisis and various other operations, then she could handle anything else... with support, of course.
As for the recruit, he had no idea of his capabilities, but he placed enough trust in his personnel to protect him.
"Do you want to change orders given to - Tracer - and soldiers?" Athena asked.
"Yes... do so, include ID - 0211 - To be assembled along with Tracer's unit."
"Affirmative."
The speakers on the base grounds blared to life as Athena authorized the command given to her by Winston.
The speakers blared, commanding the attention of every personnel on base grounds.
"PROTOCOL: ASSEMBLE - Codename: Tracer, please report to Dropship 1 for assembly. Soldiers — 0030, 0035, 0050, 0099 and 0200, please report to Dropship 1 for assembly,"
The speakers emitted a gentle whirring sound for about 5 seconds, then went back online.
"... Recruit - #0211 - please report to Dropship 1 for assembly."
"I hope I made the right choice." Winston muttered as he examined the red beams on the live feed.
"Orders have successfully been given out. Said soldiers are currently performing stage 1 of task given. Would you like to request anything else?" Athena asked.
"No thanks, Athena."
"Affirmative."
A lot was going through Winston's mind.
What did those red beams contain? Did it contain people from the past?
How in the hell was a man from 1945 able to make it to the year 2080?
How was technology so advanced in the 1960's?
And was Lena really growing feelings for the recruit? Despite what she had said about her preference for females only?
"Athena, contact Tracer... tell her to stay safe." Winston said.
"Affirmative. Will contact when units are assembled on Dropship 1."
"Thank you."
All that Winston had to do, was stay in contact with Lena's team during or either after the examination of the energy riddled area...
He was anxious to say the least...
Hmm, I wonder what those 10 red beams are there for... In the same place where Scout crashed back in Chapter 1 too?
Weird!
Also, Scout and Tracer cannot get enough of each other - The lemon proves it, lol.
Winston also found out that Tracer was in fact, not lying about her claim of the 'recruit' coming from the past - His identification sheet proved it, 1945 is what it said on the ID sheet, and it was legitimate.
What's gonna happen when the mentioned soldiers knock on Tracer's door, and find out that there was a boy just conveniently with her... alone in her personal room? How would she deal with that situation?
What's really going on in Winston's garbled up mind - He was being bombarded by so much information and so much situations for a day, it was a lot to handle for a gorilla!
What will Tracer's team find when they arrive in the energy-riddled area? What lies in front of them? Hostiles? People from the past? Maybe some paranormal force of some sort from the spirit realm?!
I don't know!
FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER(S), WHENEVER THAT MIGHT COME THRU!
And with that being said, see ya in the next one :)