Red's eyes widened as she witnessed how Zero managed to break the threads apart.

The supposedly ropes holding the captive vault hunter down was a specialized Hyperion device that has the strength of a thick metal wire, except that its raw material originates from threads. This was made to hold someone down without scarring a part of their body, and Red had made a good use of it tonight... Until Zero managed to snapped it off his body.

The sinister assassin slowly rose up in his foot, highlighting his six foot height as it overshadowed the scientist from the single fluorescent light shining above their heads. His body had ceased from twitching, making it seem like he didn't undergo torture. There was something about Zero that suddenly changed, as if Red had managed to tick off a dangerous angle from the human-hybrid standing before her. She merely stood there, slightly getting nervous from the turn of event. But her warped fantasies demands for something like this. She wants to feel his wrath, the fear throbbing in her chest had been giving her some kind of weird incitement of all the possible things he could do to her now that he's free.

Zero ambled towards her, not bothering to zip up his still erecting member. He stopped when he was just a few inches away from her, tilting his head to the side as he stared down at his former captor. The aphrodisiac didn't seem to dissipate despite being injected with the cure, rather it made his prurient wants more powerful than earlier. His once well grounded self had completely left him. Zero is still in the high, but this time he rules his body.

Red stumbled backwards, grabbing on the cart behind her to support her from falling. She watched him in doe eyed fashion, as if she didn't pump him with strange chemicals just now. Her mouth slowly parted as she gazed up at Zero's exposed lower face, showcasing his slightly plump lips and the stitches running up to his cheeks. Red swallowed a gulp, finding herself mesmerized by his being. Behind those binds, she could see fangs desperately bound together like it was done in a hurry. The remaining dried blood surrounding it gives the impression that it was stitched at least several times on multiple occasions, and given how those threads could easily break apart. No wonder the assassin prefers to hide his identity.

Despite Zero's supposedly hideous true form, she wanted to throw herself at him and have her way again. The violence and threat he emits is delectable, it's making Red tremble to the core. But now he has the upper hand of the situation, she wants to see how he'll take his revenge upon her.

There was a silence, just two people breathing heavily at each other holding eye contact for god knows how too long. Red involuntary bit her bottom lip while staring at the blank visor where Zero's eyes were supposed to be. She could feel his burning gaze upon her, piercing through his helmet like sharp daggers with the intent to draw blood. Red could feel her body flaming at the heat of tension between them. There are no exchange of words, but the atmosphere between them is so strong it is comparable to blazing matches. Her chest heaves up and down, waiting for him to strike by the consent of her silver-fire orbs' invitation.

Zero seemed to take the hint, despite his lack of knowledge when it comes to signals. A sly smirk plays across his lips when he noticed how much she's asking for it without saying a word. He lifted up his right hand and brought it up to his faceplate, pulling it down to cover up the entirety of his identity once again.

Red was about to object but before she could speak up, Zero had vanished.

"Z-Zero?" Red muttered, frantically jerking her head on either side to find where the assassin had gone to.

In a span of seconds, the confused scientist was surprised by a massive strike she had received behind her. She was thrown into midair until she landed with her side on the single, frameless bed placed behind the chair where Zero was once tied up. The sheets sunk at the weight of her body from the force, making it slightly painful for Red.

Her face grimaced at the shock and pain occurring on her back from the blow. It felt like someone had threw a large boulder at her, but little did she know that it was merely the simmering fury of her former captive. Red tried to readjust her body but before she could even bring herself to sit up, another invisible thing had forced her to lay down on her back. Both of her wrists were being restrained by something that the naked eye cannot see. Half of her midnight locks sprawled across her face and some strands stuck on her thick, crimson lipstick as she was forced down to lie. Within a matter of seconds, a looming dark and familiar figure reappeared into thin air above her. His eight digits were pressed firmly on her wrists, preventing Red from fighting back. Before she could react, she felt a hard slap across her face, causing her head to tilt on the left side.

"Oh, what? Yeah, what, bitch? Yeah, I just slapped you and stuff. What you gonna do?" Zero taunted menacingly, flashing his signature number '0' in his helmet screen.

The smack on her face resulted in a reddish, mark on her cheek. Red's mouth have gone dry, her heart beating rapidly faster. Warm sensations travelled down her body and onto her lower regions. She felt tingles on her lower tummy as she watched the vault hunter fume in anger. She was at loss for words, but her hunger for desire only grew more intense. She stared back up at the Zero with the same fascinated shimmer in her eyes, the only thing missing are heart shapes floating through her irises.

Despite the assassin's still worsening hard on, he was confused by his victim's reaction. He was expecting her to be scared, to beg for her life, to ask him not to kill her just like how Reena reacted in their first encounter at the lab. But here she was, offering her soul and body to him like a slave. Sure, he has the bloodlust running through his veins but this sick individual before him displays an unhinged perversion that he never thought he would encounter. Regardless of this newly found behavior that he witnessed for the first time in a victim, it seemed to stir him up as well. It's like an airborne disease spreading through every fiber of his being, consuming his morals and senses jarringly slow.

Red caught up on his silence, perceiving it correctly as confusion which doesn't surprise her. From then on she took it as a cue to make the first move once again.

She grabbed Zero's gloved right hand that left a dark blush on her cheek. He didn't bother to flinch at all, as he was currently frozen from his position. He's curious what she's going to do. Red parted her smudged, lipstick stained lips while maintaining the suggestive eye contact with the towering man above her. Next thing he knew, his gloved forefinger was wrapped around Red's mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tips of his finger and sucks on it fervently. An exclamation point displayed from the screen of Zero's visor, given that he's unaware of such erotic gestures other than the process of breeding. The assassin became stiff on his position, unable to define a particular feeling that's starting to inflame in his stomach. It's making him strangely aroused, watching his finger being guzzled down while she's giving him a fuck-me stare. His breathing became short and his heart was hammering against his chest once again.

He couldn't hold back anymore.

Zero pulled his finger harshly away from her mouth without saying a word. Red only furrowed her eyebrows at him with confusion, having no idea what's currently running through his mind now as his expressions were hidden behind his helmet.

In a quick, unanticipated motion, he grabbed the baffled scientist by her waist and effortlessly flipped her over the bed. Her eyes widened in bewilderment as she was forced to lie down on her stomach.

Zero snaked his right hand in between her thighs, pulling her miniskirt up in a hostile manner while his left hand holds Red down firmly by her nape. Her ample, smooth buttocks sprang free from the tight hem of her garment. He grabbed her left thigh and yanked it at the side of the bed, giving him a full view of her drenched folds asking to be filled. He gave her a heavy strike on her rotund rear cheek, fueling a vociferous moan from the defenseless woman lying underneath him. Red's heart races on her chest, eyes closed as she awaited for another blow to graze with her haunches.

Zero repeated it for at least three times on either side of her rump, which were simultaneously followed by pleasured whimpers. His spanks left conspicuous red blemish on her nates, making Red quiver in rapture.

After Zero's little spanking session, he brought his index and middle finger to her slit and rubbed it teasingly from the outside. Red felt the hairs on her nape stand up, drawing in a deep breath. Zero continued playing with her opening, her wetness coating the fingertip of his gloves as he continued rubbing it slowly without actually sticking it inside her. He merely watched an anticipation, finding himself getting animated from his deed.

Red couldn't help but push herself against his taunting gloved fingers, practically begging for him to just put it in. She couldn't hold herself back anymore as she only grew more sexually frustrated of Zero's stunts. The vexing assassin however didn't provide her what she wanted. Instead of giving in to her pleads, he pulled his fingers away completely.

"How pathetic, huh? Look how the tables have turned. I want you to beg." Zero commanded in a domineering way, a cheeky smile flashing from his visor.

Red didn't think twice of heeding to Zero's order.

"Fuck... Zero, just put it in me please. I want you to ravage me." The shivering mess of a Hyperion scientist wailed as she rose from the bed to bring herself down in all fours with her rear bent forward to the assassin behind her.

The mischievous man granted her request, pushing in his two fingers slowly in her entrance. Despite the gloves in Zero's hands, it still felt hot on the inside. The warmth of Red's folds have easily heated the flesh of his digits beneath its covering material. His insertion was painfully gradual as he was entranced by exploring her depths, making Red push herself further in desperation. When Zero have noticed the discontent, he proceeded to push his fingers deeper until it was fully wrapped on her folds. His companion made a pleasured moan through her somnolent heavy-eyed lashes.

The cause of his teasing had made him harder than before, the way that Red was moving her hips against him. Without saying a word, Zero began to pump his fingers in fast motion. He continued exploring her wetness, some of her fluid dripping down his hands. He used his other free hand to grab Red's ass roughly while the other works up on pleasuring her.

Red was totally at loss for words. She only whimpered in loud voice as she felt his skillful fingers go in and out of her sex. For a starter, he's sure hitting the right spots inside her. Then Zero decided to put another finger inside her slit, while his thumb rubs her other hole. At this point, Red was in euphoric satisfaction as she felt his three fingers probe her cavernous sheath and his thumb playing with her bottom. It wasn't a surprise, knowing he's a vault hunter who fidgets with guns for almost every day of their lives in this planet.

Zero went faster, producing damp noises through his foreplay. Red had completely lost her authority over the situation as she welcomed him in open arms to replace that role. All the thing she could manage to do right now is to moan in pleasure with a dazed mind. It almost felt like she was under the influence of the serum as well.

"I... think... I'm going t-to come." Red uttered in raspy breaths, still enliven to push herself in further against his fingers.

Again, she was robbed off her pleasure when all of a sudden Zero pulled his three fingers out of her warmth. Red turned her head back at the thwarting man behind her with aggrievance. He's surely taking his time with this little revenge he was performing upon her. She was about to protest again until she was quieted with something hard, something bigger pressing slightly on her slit. The sticky precum leaking from Zero's shaft against her vulva sparked blood rush through her veins.

"So, that was your plan." She pants, a devious smile playing across her lips.

The unpredictable assassin once again astonished his demanding prey as he flipped her over the bed, forcing her to face him once again. Red's previously intelligent and formal appearance have been easily replaced with a nymphomaniac mess of a character, making it seem like she's been working in a bar dressing up as a typical office seductress instead of being a legit one.

Zero aggressively grabbed and pulled her thighs apart on either side of him and shoved in his swollen length with a great push without warning. Red tilted her head backward, arching her back up as she felt him penetrate deeply within her walls. Zero impatiently bucked his hip forward, in and out, filling her tightness. His mind has been fogged up with craving as he continued pumping his thick, long member inside her.

He didn't care anymore, he stopped caring since he broke free from his restraints. All he wanted is that sweet release, to hear her scream in pleasure, to see how dirty he could turn her into. He let out a husky groan while he thrusts harder and faster, his eyes half-lidded and his mouth slightly agape, drunken in lust.

Zero brought his right hand on her right breast while his left one grips on Red's loins. He fondled her bosom vigorously as he continued ramming her entrance, emanating a heated whimper from his former captor. He used his thumb to play with her nipple, filling his curiosity of how this particular part feels like in his hands.

"Yes, Zero! Fuck me harder." Red cried out, bringing her head forward to give him that provocative stare again. She suddenly grabbed Zero's hand from her breast and brought it on her neck.

"Choke me." She blatantly insisted, using that same alluring tone in her voice that never fails to stir him up. A question mark hologram appeared in Zero's visor, but he didn't bother to question anymore why would she want that. Another side of the once stoic assassin have been switched on, this time it was stronger than before with his urge clouding up his crucial thinking.

"You're demanding one. Asking for more without shame, freaky little slut." Zero managed to respond back despite his breathing coming in shorts from using up his energy to fuck her like a mad animal.

He didn't hesitate to grant her request and with his sturdy four digit hands, he began to squeeze on her neck. Red leaned her head backward, exposing her throat before this lethal assassin hovering on top of her. He could feel her pulse beating against his fingertips, which reminded him of the fear he inflicted upon those poor bastards who were killed by him. This drove him even more thrilled, even more twisted. He continued pounding hard against her without stopping while his hand grasps tightly around her neck. Red clutched the sheets underneath her as her body waves joltingly against his intense thrusts. Her heart races faster against her chest, taking joy in the delirium of air suppression that she's receiving from Zero. It only adds to the flavor of his luscious hard thumping against her.

Red felt something building up in her abdomen, a surging sensation that's been held back long enough to be let out. She wanted to scream his name, to tell him that he's going to make her cum, but the only sound she could make out were helpless coughs and stifle breathing.

Zero found himself nearing of his own limit as well. He picked up on his movements to go faster. He felt himself sweating underneath his suit, the screen of his headgear misting from his shallow breathing, vocal moans escaping his gaping mouth through half-open eyes.

With one last push and raspy groan, Zero ejaculated inside Red. At the same time, the scientist felt herself reached her peak as his cum filled and coated her depths. She arched her back as she climax, her body trembling in contraction. He bursts inside her with final, minimal thrusts as his hands slowly slipped off her neck.

Zero pulled himself out wearily from her, with some of his seed still dripping down her slit. His body slumped down on top of her with his head landing on her ample breast, and turned his face to the side while still panting for air. With his eyes closed from the exhaustion, he wasn't even aware that a heart shape have lit from his visor. However, the problem still persists.

He felt another hard-on rising in his still bared cock.

Red wrapped her arms around his neck and stared down at the flashing heart neon sign from his faceplate. She couldn't help but smile at this mysterious man above her. No one had made her felt so good before in a very long time. It's been years since she had her last sexual activity. Who knew that a vault hunter, supposedly her enemy as she works for the Hyperion, would satisfy her needs. This was definitely the most memorable first encounters she'd experienced.

She'd wished that he took off his helmet on his own accord, to see what really lies underneath that cover. But a part of her likes to keep him as an enigma, a puzzle that has yet to be solved. Another reason why she chose to only allow herself a view of his mouth, but not his whole face.

Red raised at eyebrow at Zero when she felt something hard poking on her inner thighs again. A cunning grin curved up on her smudged tinted lips, quite unattended of this cure side effects to her lab pet.

"Want me to help you with that?" The sultry scientist offered.

Zero stared up at her, this time three dots shining in his screen. He felt so worn out like he missed at least three nights of sleep, while also simultaneously having that same adrenaline still flowing through his bloodstream. He couldn't think clear anymore, his mind is so blurry from making important decisions right now.

He lifted himself up from her with the support of his two hands and knees resting on either side of Red. He simply stayed in that position, trying to gather more energy just to dissipate this merciless erection.

Red slowly ran down her fingertips from his neck strap, down to his chest and abdomen. She drew small circles around his upper body, seemingly knowing how to always initiate, and bring herself forward to elevate tension. Even if the cryptic assassin chose not to take off his sneaking suit, she could tell that he's hiding some toned muscles underneath this material. She promised herself that next time, she's going to tear this clothing apart and taste whatever he's hiding behind this cloak.

Zero hitched a breath from her burning touch, closing his eyes slightly from the spine-tingling sensation. He wanted to spring free from these garments, have his body rub against her porcelain skin. But as much as he wanted to, there's no way he'd reveal his whole identity to anyone even for the sake of gratifying his carnal desires. Moreover, there's something more about him other than his mouth and his male anatomy after all.

"Why don't you try to fuck me from behind this time?" Red teased, putting a stop of her right hand just above his waistline.

"In that table over there." She motioned at a metal table resting against a wall, just a few feet away from the bed they were lying into. "You know, just a change of environment."

Before he could say another word, Red had already rolled off the bed to kick off her heeled shoes and stood barefoot on the concrete floor. She offered her hand to Zero, who is currently displaying a question mark symbol in his mask. Why would she prefer a solid material when right in this place, they can do it in comfortable bedsheets? The confused man pondered to himself, though he chose to just shrug it off by remaining silent and grabbed her hand to follow her. Why would he even be surprised anymore, when she insisted to perform life-threatening foreplay such as choking on her during their intercourse. Zero is unaware of such kinks, though he knows about the basic act of sex but none other than that.

Red let go of his hands and bent forward on the table with her front body lying flat on the cold surface, but that's the least of her concerns. She purposely stuck out her still swollen rump to give Zero a full view of the mark that he left on her, some of his seed mixed with her fluids still dripping down her legs. The eagerness painted across her face as she gazes back at him from behind indicates that she's craving for more.

"Come on vault hunter, screw me like there's no tomorrow." Red teased at him, narrowing her monochrome eyes at his direction.

Zero's stiffness only became more rigid, thirsting for the woman's warmth wrapping tightly around his manhood. He walked forwards Red and pushed her down firmly against the counter, causing a loud mewl to escape from the frenzied woman's lips. He grabbed her quivering, left thigh with his robust left hand and hoisted it up strenuously on the table top. Zero leaned forward on her ear.

"What a strange request, say it like you mean it then. Cry for it, you filth." He whispered hoarsely, sending shivers down Red's spine. His voice sounded unfiltered, as if it wasn't being hindered by the thing that encompasses his full identity. She could almost feel the wind of his breath blowing in her earlobe.

"P-Please, I want it now! I want to feel your cock twitch inside me." Red pleaded, brushing her hindquarters against him impatiently.

"Very well then." Zero responded.

He rubbed the base of his rod in between her butt cheeks first, letting small trickles of his pre-cum drop on it. Red bit her bottom lip feverishly, feeling herself getting wet again from the warmth of Zero's thick member.

An emoticon of an evil smile displayed from the devious assassin's visor before he pulled his length from the plump of her rears and pushed himself inside her sex with one, swift thrust. Stirring rush of pleasure travelled down Red's body as she felt him hit the depths of her crevice, rousing pleasured cries from her gaping mouth.

Zero proceeded to ram on her once again, repeatedly pushing his length in and out of her entrance while he groans in his own pleasure, hot breaths steaming out of his mouth. The table slams against the wall, rocking along with his motions as he shoved inside her with brutal force and speed. Red gripped tightly on the countertop, her breasts jouncing with a buzzed expression evident on her make-up smeared face.

"Are you satisfied? Perhaps you have something else, nastier in mind?" Zero growled in her ear, gripping her thighs tighter with every rough push he makes.

"P-Pull my hair and don't be nice." Red responded in an inebriated manner, trying her best to make out words through her moans. "I want it rough."

The haywire scientist never fails to surprise the inexperienced assassin when it comes to these bizarre things that turns her on. Even if she wouldn't say it in his face, he's also now completely aware that his degrading words is making her aroused too.

Zero permitted her demand by grabbing a fistful of her untidy jet-black hair, pulling it briskly without ceasing from prodding his manhood inside her wetness. He yanked her body upward by the grasp on her locks, forcing Red to stare groggily up the ceiling with an 'o' shape formed in her mouth. He then proceeded to use his free hand to put two fingers in her wide open mouth, muffling the pleasured moans arising from her vocal cords.

Red consorted with the assertive man behind her, obediently twining her taste buds on his gloved fingers suppressing her of any sounds. She sucked on it breathlessly, lapping his two digits with her talented tongue in his gestured command. It tasted like sweat and the fluid of their physical union, and she's loving it.

Zero continued entwining his index and middle finger in her mouth while tugging roughly on her hair. He never realized how much he's been missing out from his whole life being a mercenary that he is. He stared down at her sweat drenched, dress shirt that she didn't even bother to take off while he pounded on her. He noticed how ravishing her curves were, perfectly carved like an hourglass. It's like she brought realization to him that not only in battlefield he likes being to be overbearing, but in this kind of hustle as well. He wants to take this opportunity for granted, and he wants to take full control of it.

Zero callously pulled out his two fingers from her mouth, forming a string of saliva between the tips of his digits and her tongue. Red simply stared in it with tipsy eyes, not bothering to think anymore of what he's going to do next. When she told him to be rough, she meant it. And she's glad that the former stiffened assassin isn't limiting himself anymore.

She was so wasted in her longing, she didn't even realize that his hands were making its way down to her region. In just a matter of seconds, she felt electrifying waves tickle every inch of her skin which restored her back to the present situation. Zero had brought his still lubricated fingers down to her clit, and began to rub it in gradual circular motion. He began to slow down his thrusts, as if he wants her to suffer more for the aching release she desperately needed.

Red's body arched against his fingers and his length, overstimulated by the edging peak she's been restrained for so long. But she's enjoying every ounce of it, every time that Zero would decide to withhold himself just to perform even more exhilarative stunts on her quivering body.

"Holy fuck, Zero!" Red cursed aloud in a muddled state. She couldn't think of anything else, other than the man providing her a mind-boggling pleasure that even herself haven't felt before.

"Well, well, look at you. Thirsty whore screaming my name, frothing to the mouth." Zero jeered at Red in raspy breaths, pulling her hair tighter as he began fasten up his pace and his fingers again.

"Please don't stop." The dazed scientist muttered, getting more inflamed every time her companion humiliates her with words.

"What was that again?" The cunning assassin whispered in his mechanical, but haughty tone of voice. At this point he completely stopped himself from moving, teasing Red more.

"P-Please don't stop! I want you to fuck me hard, make me come! Please just don't fucking stop! I-I beg you, Zero!" The frustrated woman exclaimed through knitted eyebrows, her crevice pulsating around his length that he didn't bother to pull out.

Zero couldn't help but form a sly grin behind his faceplate.

He thrusted hard again, granting her helpless begging. He quickened his pace in a violent and feral manner. With his left three digits placed on her clit, he started rubbing on it faster and harsher this time. Her walls tightens around his throbbing cock, their fluids mixing together and dripping down Red's inner thighs.

"I-I'm coming!" Red moaned out with her eyes shut.

With her last words, she felt herself arrive in her own orgasm. Her back stiffens against Zero's, as she grips tightly on the tottering metal table underneath her body. Her bottom trembles, muscles constricting around her private regions from her climax.

But Zero didn't stop. He continued pounding inside her, still massaging her clit with his expert fingers. The only response that Red could manage to make out is a whimper, her eyes drooping from another overstimulation she's been given.

The blissful moment shared between the assassin and the captor had erased the surroundings from their minds. Sounds of the pleasure and their sloppy fucking echoes throughout the concrete walls. Both of them had forgotten their main objectives, especially Zero, and the only thing existing in their minds right now is to savor the moment. This moment right here, is a paradise. A deviant, perverse kind of paradise.

Red felt herself reaching another climax but this time, from the hastening gloved fingers of the assassin. She couldn't say a word anymore. She felt so high, mindless, enraptured by this man who's supposedly her captive. And she reached her climax, her bare toes curling and eyes rolling at the back of her head as she moaned out his name. This happened again and again while he fucks her non-stop as if multiple orgasms wasn't enough to satisfy him. At this point, Red had just became a twitching mess with her continuous coming and body spams.

Zero's fingertips were drenched in her fluids, his pulsating cock filling in every inch of her womanhood. He started to get lost in his own pleasure, his eyes half-lidded as slaver runs down his agape mouth. He couldn't see anymore as the inside of his visor have been completely blurred out by his fogging breath. His groans and Red's pitiful moans filled his ears, drowning his senses and every rational thought in his mind.

He continued thrusting inside her, his shaft reaching the base of her cervix. His hand grabs tighter on Red's hair with his eyes closed, his body tensing up as he felt her flesh compressing again in his throbbing member.

"I-I'm going to c-come..." Zero stuttered throatily, heavy air puffing out of his mouth.

With one last thrust, he burst all of his retained load inside Red's depths. His eyes curled at the back of his socket, his mouth wide open as he let out a scream of pleasure, and his head dangling forwards as he exploded into orgasm. Three times his cock has spurted seed within her, coating her walls with his cum.

Zero's shoulders heaved up and down from his recent, breathless height of pleasure. He removed his hands from the gasping woman's hair and clit, her weakened body slumping down on the countertop.

The drained scientist closed her eyes, remaining unmoving in her position. She's satisfied, overly satisfied to the point that she thinks she might have trouble walking the next day.

Red was about to stand up and check on her companion until she felt her leg being lifted up in a swift motion, while the other pair stays wearily standing on the chilling floor. He hoisted her up on the table without a hitch so her knees could fold, due to their height differences. Her eyes widened in surprise when she got a whole view of her position. Zero had apparently upheaved her left bottom limb, putting it up over his shoulder and positioning his still hardened cock on her spent but still dampened opening.

Red just stared at him, waiting for him to at least say something. But she didn't stop him, she never wanted to protest. To be fair, Zero is just granting her request to screw her like there's no tomorrow.

No more foreplays, no more teasing, no more taunting. Zero straight up inserted his erection inside of her while gripping tightly on her thigh resting against his chest. He fucked her again as if it was his first time, merciless and intoxicated with lust.

Red bit her bottom lip as she simply watched the vault hunter devastate her fatigue body. She watched him move and push forwards with great force, holding firmly on her plump thighs. The weight of her leg didn't seem to hinder Zero at all, he held her strongly as if she's just another gun that he uses in his everyday life. He continued pounding hard against her, emitting sounds of wet noises with his previous ejaculation and Red's fluids still combined inside her womanhood.

Zero groans under his breath, the fingertips of his glove digging on her smooth skin. He rams inside her with eyes closed, achingly wanting to spill every drop that kept on building up in his manhood. His hips slammed brutally against her, pushing in and out using every shred of energy he has left in him. He's becoming addicted with this new found hunger, he just couldn't stop. His head is swirling but his body feels insanely good. His mission had been completely erased from his mind and all he could think about is to unload inside Red.

Red found herself stirring up again. She let out a soft moan, closing her eyes in delight with her slightly parted lips. Her body wasn't able to stop from reacting to Zero's actions, like it's craving for him despite her supposedly tired post-orgasm.

Zero rested his head blearily against her limb as he thumped inside her, again and again. He couldn't even bring himself up to stare at his captor. He sped up his motion, his base and shaft wrapped tightly within her quivering walls as he was driven to the edge of euphoric pleasure.

Red moaned out his name as she felt another burning sensation rising in her stomach. He observed the assassin with hazy mind. Regardless of the cover in his face, he still looked fucking hot even with that sneaking suit on, slamming against her sweaty body like the strong vault hunter that he is. She could only imagine the orgasmic expression he's making behind that mask, and it's making her even more solicitous than she already is. The sound of his masculine voice, the way he pitifully digs his fingertips on her thigh for support, the way that he pounds her wet entrance...

"F-Fuck... Ahh..." Zero cursed under his breath, feeling his blood rushing down his throbbing cock.

With one final, powerful thrust, his body tensed up in ecstasy as he released his final load inside her orifice. A groan escaped his salivating mouth, his eyelids fluttering in pleasured trance.

Red started seeing stars as she reached her peak again, screaming out Zero's name through half-open eyes with his seed filling her inner walls. Her body fell flat on the table surface with her leg jadedly slipping off from his shoulder.

Zero's body shuddered as he limply pulled out his manhood out of her, panting heavily with a disoriented mind. All of a sudden, he began seeing black circles around his vision. It was soon followed by a thud, with him losing consciousness and his body collapsing on the concrete floor.


Zero fluttered his eyes open. His head spins for a while, his eyesight blurry at first. The assassin groaned when he tried to move but felt a sudden ache surging throughout his body. He couldn't see anything but a light shining above his head, almost blinding his eye sight. He couldn't recall a single thing that happened from the past few hours. But what he knows, is that he felt extremely fatigue and used up. The same feeling of exhaustion after they defeated Jack and the Warrior... Except he can't remember putting himself in the midst of a raging battlefield.

"Zero? How are you feeling?"

That voice.

The instinctive assassin bolted up from where he was lying and attempted to pull out his sword, but the sudden realization that his melee weapon wasn't there had him panicked. He's now sat up in bed, readying himself in a fighting combat stance until he saw that face.

"Woah! Calm down okay? I'm not going to do anything to you anymore." A raven haired girl waved her hands in defeat, an apologetic smile painted across her lips.

"Your weapons are over there, including your echo device. I had to take it take it all off, so my experiment wouldn't be so... Bloody. I mean, knowing you vault hunters." She giggles, squinting her eyes through her round glasses.

Zero soon relaxed his body when he saw his sword, guns and echo device laying above a large counter table. There were ammo supplies, money and eridium on the surface as well. He simply flashed a question mark sign on her direction, but proceeded to sprint on the area where his belongings were placed.

In one quick motion, he sheathed his sword on his back and put the rest of his guns where they were originally placed in his body. He grabbed the ammo supplies, eridium and money... Fifty bucks.

The baffled assassin tilted his head to the side, knowing that he only carried a total amount of three thousand in his pocket when he left for the mission. Is this a compensation for him partaking in the... Experiment? Wait, that doesn't sound right.

Zero hesitantly took the rest of the things on the table, searching for that piece to fill a memory gap in his head. With a sudden realization, he remembered that he needs to bring back a chemical to Moxxi. He was ready to undergo Decepti0n and interrogate the woman he first laid eyes on when he was awakened, until he felt a presence right behind him.

"Looking for this?" A honeyed tone of voice said.

Zero turned around to meet face to face with that same woman, holding a rack with chemical tubes which were filled by something sparkly and pinkish in color. He stared at her, studying her features and her face. She looked eerily familiar, like they have already met before. Those silver eyes, plump crimson lips, dark silky hair...

He was staring longer than he intended to, to the point that she needed to snap off fingers in his face to break his train of thoughts.

"Don't you think you should be running this to Moxxi by now?" The woman chuckled, handing him the rack.

Zero took it, still puzzled and bothered that he couldn't recall something very specific. It is on the tip of his tongue. The last thing he could make out of his memory from this day was him ending up in Opportunity because Red, the person who he's supposedly looking for, was no longer present in her local town. And he was supposed to bring her back alive... But where was she?

Then he remembered having a picture of her. He quickly took it out of his pocket and stared down at the same wrinkly image he's been using as a clue. His eyes dropped down on the crumpled paper, and then back at the woman in front of him.

Red.

The only exception is that right here, right now she have a glasses on. Like she's playing some absurd pretend to not be recognized.

"You still looking for something else?" Red asked in a pondering tone, as if she wasn't aware of what was going on.

"You're coming with me." Zero simply responded, breaking out of his haiku speech pattern.

"Well, strange but okay." The scientist shrugged, which just confuses him more.

He was expecting her to run off, attempt an escape, or even fight him before he could make her agree but she didn't. This is all too easy, way too easy. So is she supposed to be a threat? Nevertheless, he wouldn't let his guard down.

Zero simply walked past her, and Red soon followed behind him.


At the bandit technical, Zero's head is still buzzing with questions. The sunrise doesn't help his concern because he remembered going to this unfinished Hyperion headquarters when evening was about to fall. That means that he's been here overnight. He tried contacting Moxxi through his echo device, but she wouldn't answer.

Even if he tried his best to focus on the objective of his mission, he couldn't help but feel uneasy around the woman sleeping beside his car seat. There wasn't an engineer that attacked him back at the Opportunity when they went out, and she wasn't even carrying a gun around with her. This agitation of him doesn't make any sense.

Annoyed, Zero pulled the car over by the sideroad to take a good look at Red before she wakes up. He observed her face, noting every aspect of it. He lifted himself up from the driver seat and leaned towards her, three dot appearing in his visor while he watches the Hyperion scientist. Slowly but surely, he brought his two gloved hands on her face and carefully removed her glasses. Surprisingly, she didn't move an inch at all. She must be so tired with whatever experiment she did on him last night. Strangely enough, he also feels the same way and one of the reasons why he chose not to go too aggressive on her.

Zero squinted his eyes, scrutinizing everything he could see in her. Then his gaze fell on her blood red lips, followed by an abrupt heart race against his chest. His mouth went dry as he swallowed a lump in his throat. For some goddamn reason, she's stirring up strange feelings within him.

Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. His hand twitched at the sudden surge of memories hitting him in the back of his head. He felt his face flushed, three slash symbols flaring in his visor. Before he could feel any more uncomfortable than he already is, Zero clumsily placed back her glasses with trembling fingers. Fortunately for him, it wasn't enough to wake up the scientist from her deep slumber.

He immediately went back to the steering wheel with an irregular breathing. He could hear his heartbeat deafening his eardrums as he slowly recalled the things that happened last night.

But why was she acting like nothing happened? Was it all just a fever dream? It must be the side effect of the experiment.

Zero took a deep breath and tried to calmed himself down, his hands gripping tightly on the wheel. It must be the reason, is it? Otherwise, she would have at least mention about it. Besides, she appears just like any timid scientist. He bit hard on his lip, forcefully convincing himself that it was all just a dream, hallucination, or whatever kind of illusion that is.

While keeping that in mind, he hits the gas pedal and accelerated in to the wastelands.

Zero stopped the bandit technical in front of a Fast Travel Station. Red happened to wake up exactly the time that they arrived at their destination.

"Where were we?" The scientist asked, readjusting her glasses and stretching her arms while yawning.

"Fast Travel Station. We need it to get inside, Sanctuary city." The assassin responded as he stepped out of the car and carried his bags with him where the serum was kept.

Zero managed to act calm and collected, although a part of him wanted to ask what exactly happened during the experiment and confirm his doubts. But for now, he has another priority and that is to turn in the mission to Moxxi. He would save those questions for later.

The scientist soon followed, closing the car behind her with a thud as she walked towards Zero. Red watched him tinker with the Fast Travel Station, a smirk curling up on the side of her lips. A mischievous assertion twinkled behind her glasses, resting her elbow above her left hand as she take good glimpse of him.

The assassin is so lost in thoughts he haven't even notice her burning gaze, as if she's ready to pounce on him.

"So how are you feeling?" Red asked while Zero was busy selecting the Sanctuary as their journey point.

"Normal." He simply responded, but finding it hard to do so. He could feel his mouth going dry.

"Well, was I challenging enough for you?" She responded, her simper getting wider as she spoke.

Zero froze in his ground as he waited for the countdown of the Fast Travel Station. Those words sounded familiar, and he knew he'd heard it before. He didn't respond, he just kept staring on blank space while trying to absorb everything in his head.

"That was the best fuck I've experienced by the way." Red giggled, biting the tip of her wine painted nails without waiting for his response.

Before he could react and say another word, the Fast Travel Station have already swallowed them through its network.

As they were both transferred at the floating city, Zero was speechless. Everything was suddenly graphic. But why was she pretending like nothing happened earlier? He slowly turned his head on Red, who is now smiling cheekily in front of him. So it wasn't a dream after all.

She completely looked different last night. After she verified his dilemmas, he couldn't help but compare his recollection to what he's seeing right now. Her formerly torn office dress shirt was replaced with an ironed one, her ass-tight miniskirt became longer that falls just above her knees, her once scruffy ebony locks from his pulling was transformed into a formal look, her smudged make-up was fixed in neat colors and suddenly she had glasses on.

Zero shook his head and tried to ignore it by proceeding to walk towards Moxxi's bar. Surprisingly, Red didn't bother his silence anymore and simply kept up with his pace.

Every step that he takes, vivid pieces of the memory from last night was being replayed in his head. When he was tied up and she made the initiative; when he broke out of his restraints and decided to take the lead; when she ask to be choked and he did so; when they moved to the table just for him to try out new positions; when they fucked raw until they can't.

The swirling thoughts made him uncomfortably heated, he didn't even notice that they were already taking the front staircase to Moxxi's bar.

"Well hey, look who's here. Guess it's another day off for me today, eh?" Axton commented as soon as he saw the silent vault hunter make his appearance.

What does the commando mean by another day off? Was it possible that he already knew about the mission? What is he doing here early in the morning anyway?

"Zero! Did you get it?" Moxxi exclaimed alarmingly, holding a broken echo device in her hands.

Zero guessed that it might be hers, which explains why she wasn't answering his calls earlier. He ambled towards the counter and placed the bag on it containing the supposedly cure. Red hasn't informed him yet about this so called medicine. But since this morning, those unwanted hard-ons weren't occurring anymore. Until he remembered that the bad side effects of the aphrodisiac only occurs after two weeks. He was so preoccupied with thoughts he haven't even realized this until he turned it to Moxxi.

He should tell the bartender about it. But is he going to straight up admit that he was taken over by his fleshly desires? He was conflicted, but he should also warn her that it wasn't guaranteed. He was about to spoke up until someone else did another talking.

"Hey Moxxi. Missed me?" Red greeted, stepping out of Zero's shadows to approach the counter.

Moxxi gave her a frown. She pulled out a pistol and pointed it at her direction. The scientist didn't flinch, instead she just took a seat in a barstool while she rested her chin on her palm.

"Now, now, let's settle this for good. Look, I made you the cure just as promised. No reason to draw guns now. I don't even have one with me right now." She placidly stated, pointing at the bag that Zero had put on the countertop.

"Your vault hunter friend here convinced me without having the need to tie me up. Isn't that right, Zero?" She added, staring back at the quiet assassin with a smirk on her face.

He didn't say a thing, he's still thinking how he's going to explain the unsure effectivity of the serum. He couldn't even bring himself to look at any of them, while simultaneously scolding himself for falling into her possession. There was a short pause in the atmosphere, until he decided to speak up by ignoring Red.

"Why is Axton here?" He asked, a question mark displaying in his headgear.

"Moxxi asked me to look for you when you weren't answering her calls. We thought that the Hyperion got you somehow." He responded, shrugging his shoulders.

"I do well alone. I don't need to be looked for. My mission was done." He replied in his monotone voice, despite the fact that he actually fell victim to the cunning Hyperion scientist.

Axton simply rolled his eyes at the usual cocky demeanor of his fellow vault hunter, taking a sip on his morning liquor. Not as cocky as him, but still obnoxious to say those words in his face. Then his gaze landed on the woman sitting behind him, a grin curling up in his lips.

"Moxxi didn't tell me that such gorgeous and smart lady is involved. If she did, I'd be at the Opportunity headquarters by now." The commando winked at Red, giving her his habitual flirtatious smile.

Zero just shook his head. He thought that maybe after all, this mission was meant to be given to Axton. He would've handled it better with that behavior of his. But it happened already and there's nothing he can do about that anymore. He just needed to push those flashbacks out of his memory bank until he forgets them. No reason to dwell in a one night stand. Besides, it seemed like Red wouldn't actually mind doing those things even if he wasn't the one who's been given the task. It was just the drugs.

Other than that, he still needed to alert Moxxi about it. Of course, without mentioning the thing that happened between them.

"Sorry to break it to you hun, but I've already got eyes on someone else." Red cooed as she stepped out of her stool, her gaze falling back to the quiet six foot man standing by a corner.

Axton merely chuckled with a little disappointment, though he decided to just set it aside since winning a woman's heart is the least of his problems. He can have as many as he wanted.

"Sit, we're not yet done here." Moxxi threatened, cocking her gun at the Hyperion scientist.

Red was forced to sit back down on her stool, raising both of her hands in defeat. But there wasn't a hint of fear nor panic in her face, seemingly over confident that the woman in front of her wouldn't pull the trigger.

"Sugar, let me speak with her first and I'll give you my reward." Moxxi told Zero, giving him the cue that he can leave now.

The assassin merely nodded. If Moxxi is going to interrogate Red after all, then there's no need for him to interfere. Red is not inside the Hyperion headquarters anymore, she wouldn't manage to pull off the same trick she did on him.

"What about mine, sweet pea?" Axton intervened, wiggling his eyebrows at the bar owner.

"You can have yours tonight... If you pay me." Moxxi responded casually, not bothering to pull aside her gun's barrel directed at Red's face.

During that time, Zero had already vanished from the sight.


He sat at the end of his bed, his elbows resting above his knees while submerged in deep thought. Even if he tries to forget and think about something else, the memories just kept on creeping up inside his brain like a parasite. He'd never been so absorbed in such perverse thoughts before. He could still feel the lingering sweat in his pallid body underneath his suit, his steaming breath that fogs up his helmet screen, Red's wetness coating his gloved digits, and that damned heaven pleasing release.

Just the thought of it is making his body temperature rise.

Zero let out a heavy sigh and unclasped a lock behind his headgear. He lifted it up from his head and removed it for the first time in a while. He thought that he might need hours of shower after those things that happened.

He rested his helmet at his lap while holding it still. He could see his own reflection as he stared down at the tinted screen. He wasn't very pleasing to be stared at, one of the many reasons he's concealing his face. He let himself indulge at his own image for a while. A man stared back at him, if he could even call it a man at all.

That man has two different type of eyes. The left one has a slit, golden pupil similar to that of an animal. But the right one is a human's, except that it's magenta in color akin to an eridium. A vertical scar runs down from the top to bottom lid of his right outer eye. His messy, thick white locks containing black streaks is all over the place. The only seemingly normal feature in him is his sharp, defined face shape. Lastly, those stitches that runs up to his cheeks.

But there's something he noticed about it. Last time he remembered, those stitches were poorly done by himself. But now, it was all neat and even barely noticeable as it matches the color of his winter pale skin. For sure, this wasn't his job..

He was suddenly interrupted from his train of thoughts when he heard his room door swung open. With one quick motion, he slipped back his gear in his head.

"What are you doing here?" Zero asked at the woman standing in his doorway.

Red gave him a small smile, leaning against the doorframe with folded arms. Zero slowly rose up in his feet without moving from his position. This is what happens when he's being consumed by thoughts, he even forgot to lock his own door.

"How are the stitches?" She asked, as if she knew that he was inspecting his whole self right before she barged inside.

A sudden realization occurred in the back of his head. Maybe his identity isn't such a secret anymore. Great, another thing to bother him all day.

"Don't worry. I only lifted it up to your mouth so I could fix those loosely done stitches. I told you, I love mysteries so I wouldn't take a look at your whole face without your permission. Unless you present it yourself." The Hyperion scientist added, eerily accurate response of what's currently concerning the assassin. But that doesn't convince him.

However, there's something else he needed to worry about.

"So what happens now? After two weeks, will the cure, be efficacious?" He asked, ignoring her question.

Red straightened herself up from the doorframe and walked towards Zero. He didn't flinch nor move an inch, he wouldn't let such scheming woman scare out his presence. It's just another enemy who happened to poke his unawareness of eroticism. He's still the same, vault hunter that he is. A human-hybrid, silent killing machine.

"Oh, did I mention that I've already done at least more than ten testing with that serum? And so far, it was effective. However, the side effect is hyper sexualization after initial dose. But after that, they're back to normal." She explained, peering up at Zero through her glasses.

Zero is dumbfounded. So she just wanted to play after all. He wasn't the first lab rat to experience it, and it's making him even more sick with this lunatic woman standing in front of him.

"What was the reason, of you filling me with drugs? Were they not enough?" He slowly took small steps, his right hand finding its way to the sheathed sword in his back.

"I'm just really interested to test it in you, I swear... And believe me, you're the only one I screwed. I did those past experiments with couples only, just to make it feel like... Morally acceptable I guess." She chuckled, a smug forming in the corner of her lips. "But with just a tiny bit of coercion."

Zero stopped midway and halted himself from pulling out his melee weapon. Instead, he went into stealth mode and vanished into thin air. With one swift motion, he reappeared behind Red and placed the tip of his blade close to her throat.

"Are you sure you want to do that? Should I remind you, I'm the one who put those chemicals in your bloodstream. If something goes wrong, no one would be able to help you. I'm still the one who made it." Red stated, unfazed by the assassin's ambush.

Zero didn't say a word. She's right and she might be lying about the effectiveness of the cure. For the assurance of his safety, he needed her alive. At least here in Sanctuary, she's being watched. If something happens to him, Red have no choice but to cooperate because she's inside the lair of the people who ended Handsome Jack. That means they wouldn't have trouble of disposing her.

He hesitantly pulled away his sword and swung it to his side.

"If there's funny games, then you know what will happen. I would not dither." The sullen vault hunter warned as he took few steps away from Red.

"Oh no need to threaten me. I know my place here. Besides..." Red slowly turned back to Zero, striding on her heels until there's just a little empty space between them.

She brought up her hands daringly, resting only her fingertips against his chest. She slowly traced it down his abdomen, giving him an amorous glance. This made him hitch and stumbled a little, his heart skipping a beat with her igniting touches.

"Why would I want to hurt the man that gave me the pleasure I won't forget the rest of my life?" She said in an alluring tone of voice.

Before he becomes bewitched by her seduction again, Zero immediately yanked her hand away. But just in time he got a grip of her arm, Red managed to pull him close to her until their bodies made contact with one another.

"I also need to keep an eye on you for two weeks, just to be sure that the serum was effective. That means that I'll have to check on you from time to time." The sly woman leered, giving him a suggestive wink.

Through gritted teeth, Zero let her go and decided to disappear once again. He stormed out of the door while invisible, leaving the Hyperion scientist standing alone in his room. As much as he hated to admit it himself, a part of him was thinking to push Red down his bed and fuck her again like how he did last night. To ruin her neat clothes, to make her beg, to call her degrading words... He had to pull himself away from the temptation before it consumes him once again. Because if he gives in, then that means that she already had him wrapped around her fingers. Especially now that he's no longer under the influence of that vile drug.

But that's the thing about this. That's the unacceptable realization. This is all the work of his own conscience now.

Zero stopped in his tracks. With an adrift mind, he slowly walked back to his room where the door is still left ajar. He grabbed the handle and swiveled it open, to find her sitting at the end of his bed with her eyes traversing around his four walled bedroom. He could feel his irregular breathing, his shoulder heaving up and down.

Red spun her head to where he was standing, a skittish smile curving up her crimson lips. She began to undo the first button of her shirts, fully understanding the assassin's cryptic signals.

Zero closed the door shut behind him, locking the knob with a clicking sound. At that point, Zero had already allowed the parasitic lust to devour his daylights.

At least for now.