"Spent"
Chapter Sixty-Seven
By Darthelwig
*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
Vision closed the door behind himself and leaned back against it, head hung down. Wanda rose from the bed to cup his face in her hands, worried eyes seeking his, but he refused to meet her gaze.
"Vis, look at me," she coaxed, but he remained unresponsive and it scared her. "Look at me," she demanded, and he obeyed reflexively. She saw him wince when their eyes met, and the shame she saw in his gaze infuriated her. "What happened?" she asked, her tone leaving no room for anything but honesty.
"I have been informed that our teammates see no reason to invite me to group bonding activities as I am simply a machine and would receive no benefit from the experience," he said stiffly. Wanda could barely believe her ears, but the sadness radiating from his entire being couldn't be denied.
"And what bonding activities, exactly, are they excluding you from?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"Colonel Rhodes mentioned the team will be viewing a movie together this evening. When I inquired further, he tried to 'let me down easy,' I suppose. He told me I had permission to skip the activity as it would be no benefit to me."
Pain lanced through her as she realized she hadn't been invited either, but Rhodes' casual dismissal of Vision focused her on anger rather than her own feelings of inadequacy.
Wanda's hands slipped down to her lover's slumped shoulders. "He had no right to speak to you that way," she nearly growled. Vision shook his head and looked at her mournfully.
"Colonel Rhodes wasn't trying to be unkind," he said. "He was simply stating the facts as he sees them."
"Well, he's wrong. You're just as human as anyone else."
"Am I?"
Those simple words ripped the air from her lungs, and it was the last straw. Forcing herself to breathe, Wanda dragged her hands down Vision's torso and slid them under his sweater. Skin to skin, she leaned in close, and as hurt as he was, Vision couldn't help but react to her. She felt the way he pressed ever so lightly into her touch, felt the shiver run through him when her breath ghosted over his skin. She let her gaze linger on his parted lips for a moment before pressing her lips to his. She kissed him deeply, hungrily, anger burning in her gut and driving her need. After a brief hesitation, Vision returned the kiss in kind, and she moaned as she pressed her body flush against him. She gripped his ass with both hands, squeezing hard and drawing soft little moans from his lips.
"No machine," she said, breaking their kiss to look him in the eyes, "could react like this." She pulled the collar of her t-shirt down and pressed her breasts into his chest, smirking at the way his eyes dropped to admire her cleavage. "No machine would think the things you're thinking right now." She tipped his chin up with her finger, forcing his gaze up to hers once more. "And no machine could make me feel the way you do," she finished.
Vision brought his arms up around her as he lowered his face to her shoulder. He shuddered and let out a deep, heartbreaking sigh, then turned his face to her neck and brushed his silky lips over her skin. Wanda tilted her head to give him better access, and he lavished attention upon all the most sensitive spots on her neck that he'd lovingly mapped out as time went on. He licked and sucked at her, stopping just short of marking her, and it felt so good she could feel heat quickly building between her thighs.
"On your knees," she said breathlessly, and Vision obeyed immediately, sinking down and sitting back on his heels as he looked up at her. "You're so good with that mouth," she told him as she let her sleep shorts and panty slip to the ground. She hooked a leg over his shoulder, Vision's gentle strength holding her steady. His face was so close to where she wanted it. She could feel his breath brushing over her, fanning the flames of her arousal. She watched Vision look at her pussy with such plain longing. It was impossible he was anything but human.
She caressed his head, getting his attention. "You want it?" she asked, and he nodded. "Desire is a very human thing, Vis. Make me come."
Vision needed no further encouragement. He pressed his face to the dripping heat of her core and moaned as his tongue met her flesh. Wanda's knees buckled at that first taste, that first swipe of his tongue over her folds, and she caught herself against the door, but Vision was also quick to catch her. His large hands secured her on top of him. She felt weightless, safe in the knowledge he would never let her fall, so she let herself be pulled into the bliss of his wicked lips between her legs. He was tireless, hungry for her, eagerly lapping and sucking at her swollen clit. She closed her eyes and rocked against his face, moaning every time he speared her aching hole with his tongue, gasping when his teeth grazed her clit. He knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed.
His hands, usually so gentle, gripped her tightly as he devoured her. The bite of pain sweetened the absolute inferno of desire that threatened to consume her. Wanda clutched at Vision's head as she fucked herself onto his face until she was coming on him, and he lapped up every bit of her release, dragging his tongue lazily through her folds to collect it as she came down from her high.
Vision phased upwards and Wanda would've fallen had he not caught her, but he did. He always did. He picked her up while she caught her breath and carried her to her bed, laying her down before phasing off his clothes and joining her. Wanda turned onto her side to face him and he mirrored her. They was only an inch or two of space between them, just as she liked it. She reached down between them and wrapped her fingers around Vision's cock, enjoying the hard length of it in her palm. He was smooth and warm and so achingly beautiful to her.
His breathing became a bit shaky as she slowly stroked him, lips parting with a gasp when she gave a particularly deft twist of her wrist. With his throbbing cock in her hand, she could never doubt his humanity.
Wanda leaned into him, pressing him onto his back so she could straddle his hips. Her oversized sleep shirt covered her modesty, not that she cared, but her core was pressed against his length now and she could feel the heat building inside her again. He was hard and thick, desire burning in his eyes and evident in the way his hands traveled her body. She leaned forward to capture him in a heated kiss and she could feel him melting into it, into her. She let herself enjoy the taste of herself in his mouth and the feel of his silky lips.
"You're so human," she whispered, pulling back a bit to look into his eyes. "You're a man, Vision, and you're mine. And one day they'll understand." He was listening to her intently, staring at her like she was the center of the universe, a divine being, and it only served to increase her arousal. She couldn't help but squirm against him.
"I'm yours," he repeated softly, as if testing the concept.
"Mine," she confirmed, nodding, "and I'm gonna make you feel so good." She nipped at his jawline as her hand slid down between them to grasp his cock and guide it to the dripping heat between her legs. She took him slowly but without pause until he was seated completely inside of her as she sat atop him. "Fuck," she moaned breathily. He was so goddamn big, stretching and filling her nearly to the point of pain, but she lived for this feeling. She was made to fuck this man. Maybe he'd been made for her. They fit perfectly.
"Take it off," Vision pleaded, hands palming her bare thighs. She smirked and granted him his wish, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it onto the floor. Vision sucked in a breath when he saw her, and she gave a roll of her hips that had him clutching at her with stiff fingers. He kept his eyes open and fixed on her, though, as if he couldn't bear to look away. She preened under his appreciative and hungry gaze, pinched her nipples and watched his tongue dart out to moisten his lips. "Fuck me," he said.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" she asked teasingly.
"Fuck me," he said hoarsely.
"I still didn't hear you," Wanda said, leaning forward and bracing her hands on his torso. He groaned, but didn't move to take control, letting her do as she pleased.
"Fuck me," he pleaded with her. "Please fuck me, Wanda."
A shiver ran through her at his words, at his desperate need.
"Since you asked so nicely, baby." She gave him what they both wanted. She fucked herself on his cock, slowly at first, enjoying the drag of his rigid length against the walls of her pussy. She was wet enough that he moved easily inside of her, even as big as he was, and they gasped and moaned together as she moved.
He flexed his hips with her rhythm, pushing even deeper into her slick channel, making her throw back her head in ecstasy. And when his large hands found her breasts and toyed with the stiff peaks of her nipples, she couldn't help the words of encouragement that mindlessly fell from her lips. In Sokovian, she cried out yes, and more, and fuck me.
Vision took control then, rolling them over until he was on top, driving his cock into her relentlessly. His name was a litany on her lips, her hands grasping for purchase along his back as his muscles bunched and moved under her fingers. She was barely aware of the wet sounds of their coupling or their labored breathing, but she could hear him saying yes, and fuck, and Wanda, and her name had never sounded sweeter.
She was needy, riding the high, edging ever closer to the brink but never quite making it, until Vision shifted the angle of his hips and suddenly the pleasure was almost too much. Her entire body went rigid as her pussy clenched around him, pulsing and throbbing and milking his length. Wanda whimpered and whined as she shook apart beneath him, but she still heard him call her name as he came.
They held each other as they slowly recovered, Wanda pressing kisses to Vision's chest and shoulders. He trembled in her embrace but her ministrations slowly steadied him.
"Better?" she asked softly when their eyes met.
"Better," he promised, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
