CHAPTER 2

Author's Note: Okay you got me...I just couldn't write a rape hehe. Enjoy anyway, sorry it's a little on the short side.

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Mr. Incredible squeezed his eyes shut and said nothing, wanting whatever was coming to be over as quickly as possible.

Syndrome, however, would not make it that easy.
He reached for the older man's hair and pulled him forward into a rough kiss, insisting that he take part as well in a game of tonsil tennis. Remembering his sore groin, and, not wanting a repeat of that pain, he obliged by opening his mouth and accepting the intruder. He massaged the other man's tongue with his own, tasting him, and was surprised at the sweet tanginess that was so different from his wife's. Syndrome hummed softly and stroked with his own tongue in reply. The enchantment he was feeling at being kissed back by his childhood crush was just too strong; he was what he would so graciously call 'geeking out'. The redhead wanted it to last forever, and yet he wanted to end it at the same time and get straight to the fun part. So, the genius that he was, he compromised and decided to do both. Reaching around his pet's waist he inserted two fingers once again into him, smiling with satisfaction when he heard a barely audible moan from the man still kissing him. His eyes were still firmly shut, but the younger man could tell he was beginning to enjoy it. He clearly didn't want his captor to know that, and was holding back every sound he could with the will of an iron ox.
Time to change that.
Syndrome moved away from him and removed his super suit discreetly, his fingers leaving their niche only for a second before resuming their erratic thrusting even more rapidly. He stood still for a second, wanting to take a photograph of the absolutely gorgeous faces his strapping blonde was making. His face was screwed up in a pleasing manner, and he let out loud pants in time to the fingers going in and out of him. A heavy blush had appeared on his cheeks, and his body was glazed in a light sweat that smelled absolutely intoxicating. It was a mixture between pleasure and pain. Or rather, the pain of realising what was being done to him was pleasurable. The younger man moved around him in silence, his fingers not leaving their post as he found himself facing a broad back that was equally as striking as the front of his body. He couldn't hold back anymore and he removed his fingers slowly, grabbing his own member and placing it at the prepared entrance. He pressed against it gingerly; the tight ring of muscles wrapping around his manhood, and, not feeling any protest from his pet, he entered with two swift thrusts.

"Ahhhhh! Ohh my god…" He said breathily. He felt the tight wet walls encircle him in an enthralling way he had not thought possible, not even in his wildest fantasies. And there had been a few. He remained motionless, as did the other; but he was revelling in the sensation of being buried to the hilt in the man he both respected and detested…such a strange feeling, but it felt so good in a way he couldn't explain.

Sensing movement, he looked down and almost came at the sight of it all. Mr. Incredible was trying to move his buttocks up and down on his penis; Syndrome could even see little rivers of cum dripping down his legs as moaned at what little friction he could get. The younger man had never been more turned on in his life as the older persistently tried to ride him, and he decided to not make him wait any longer. He wrapped his arms around the other man's waist, pulling him nearer as he began to thrust in and out of him. Both quickly became out of breath as he thrust deeper and faster every time, their bodies writhing together in time with his strokes.

"Ah, Ah…B-Buddy! Oh god…this is so…" Mr. Incredible said breathlessly.

"I know…" Syndrome replied, moving his left hand lower to fist at his prisoner's manhood. He moved his hand in time with his own thrusts as he came closer to his peak, wanting the other man to come before he did. Mr. Incredible's cries echoed around the room as his stomach tightened with an unbearably pleasurable sensation. Syndrome's manhood collided with a spot deep inside him, and he continued to hit that spot over and over as he frantically rubbed his prisoners cock. Mr. Incredible shook all over as every muscle in his body tightened, earning a series of soft 'ahh-ing' sounds from Syndrome as the wet walls became deliciously tight around his manhood. Mr. Incredible replied with his own sounds as he came spectacularly, his juices pouring over the redhead's hand, the floor and his stomach. The younger man thrust once more and came inside, screaming his lover's name as hot, white fluid overflowed and mixed with what was already on the floor. They remained in this position for a few minutes, both bodies glistening with sweat and panting hard.

After a while, he pulled out of the older man and dressed them both, not looking into his eyes. He made as if to leave, then seemed to change his mind, silently pulling him into one last passionate kiss. Mr. Incredible didn't react as Syndrome walked quickly out of the room without another word. He was just glad this was finally over, that they could go back to what they were meant to be. Archenemies, not lovers. For what had just happened…no one must ever know about. This man had killed his family, and no amount of sexual therapy (no matter how pleasurable it may be), was going to change the fact that he hated every bone in the cocky bastard's body. He'd get his revenge.

Soon.