Trevor smelled of salt. It wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t such a bad thing, either. He’d just come from the docks after a hard day’s work.

The job had been every bit as labor intensive as the construction gig he had yesterday, but it was infinitely less taxing on the emotional front. The people were much more respectful and applied the safety standards in a fairly rigorous way.

It had gone so well at the docks that he was feeling much more energetic and refreshed as a result. It was a good feeling, and often quite rare when it came to doing manual labor.

Upon arriving at the dojo, Trevor noticed Derek standing at the front door, seeing out a couple of students that had likely just wrapped up a tutoring session.

Trevor’s oldest was the kind of lad that would make for a pretty good fitness model. Derek was tall—taller than Trevor—handsome, dark-haired and blue-eyed.

Derek was built like his father, a veritable mountain of a man, considering his height. He exuded strength and confidence just in the way that he stood. To see him side by side with Trevor, it would be difficult to think that they weren’t somehow related—even though they didn’t share a drop of blood between them.

“How was your day, dad?” said Derek.

Trevor shrugged. “It was alright. Nothing too remarkable, thankfully. How have things been on the home front?”

Derek looked over at the kids walking down the street, away from the dojo. “Everything’s been fine. No fires that needed putting out. The kids enjoyed the lesson and the after-school crowd managed to get a bunch of work done.”

Trevor looked through the window and saw that his two other kids—Marcus and Tristan—were inside, setting up to spar. “You going to join them?”

Derek shook his head. “I’ve got some errands to run, dad. Groceries. We’re running low on some stuff.”

Trevor slid a hand down the strap of his bag and retrieved a bundle of cash. He tossed it over and said, “Get something nice for dinner. It’s been a while since we’ve had extra and I think we more than deserve a little treat.”

Derek seemed surprised. “I had heard that you had a new private client—a weird one.”

“He’s not that bad,” said Trevor. “The boy’s just awkward. But I’m sure he’ll be great once he gets out of his shell.”

“Hm.” Derek didn’t seem convinced, but he had always been more skeptical than his brothers. “Are you sure that’s the best thing for the dojo right now, dad? I know he’s supposed to be paying a good bit, but…”

Trevor frowned. “I understand you’re just looking out for us, but Peter is sincere in his desire to learn martial arts. I think you of all people should know we could really use the money.”

He paused for a moment. “We don’t really need it but it’s still good. We don’t have savings. And we’ve been stretching things for a long time.”

Trevor sighed and scratched his cheek. “I want to give my boys the best life I can afford and this money can make a major difference.”

Derek pursed his lips. “I get that, dad… But I was there the last few times you decided to take private clients…”

Trevor placed a hand on Derek’s shoulder. “You’re a great kid, Derek. You’re responsible, thoughtful, and incredibly intelligent. I wouldn’t have any trouble passing the dojo down to you when my time comes… But you’re also young.”

“Dad…”

“Let me finish,” said Trevor. “You shouldn’t be spending all your time focusing on these things. Concentrate on building your future. I appreciate having a second opinion—just in case I’m doing something really stupid—but I think I’m happy to trust my instincts on this one. I’d appreciate if you didn’t second-guess me about Peter.”

Derek sighed. “Alright, dad, if you really think so…” He paused for a moment before giving Trevor a look. “Honestly, I don’t know what the future is going to be like for me. But I do know that the dojo is going to be a major part of it. 100%. And that’s why I want to help you keep things running smoothly.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” said Trevor. “I appreciate your enthusiasm and all the hard work you do. If anything happens to me, there’s no one else in the world I would trust more to run things in my stead than you.”

Derek frowned. “Dad. Don’t talk like that.”

Trevor cracked a smile. “I’m sorry,” he said, patting Derek on the shoulder. “Anyway, I don’t want to hear anything about the private lessons from you or your brothers. Unless you think there’s something seriously wrong. Got it?”

“Got it. I’ll make sure to talk to them later, okay?”

“That’s my boy.”

Derek glanced at the wad of cash in his hands. “Anyway… What kind of treat were you thinking of for tonight?”

Trevor grinned. “It’s been an awfully long time since we’ve been able to have some steak. I know the local butcher isn’t the best, but what does quality matter when you have Tristan?”

Derek’s eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment before he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. “Hah. Sorry. I just… I started salivating. I was just thinking about how good it would be to have another of Tristan’s steaks.”

Trevor chuckled. “Well, I’m glad we’re at least on the same page.”

---

“Hey, guys. Getting ready to do some sparring?” said Trevor as he walked through the doors into the main training area.

Marcus and Tristan, who were warming up at opposite corners of the mat, both looked up and grinned when they saw him come in. “Welcome home, dad,” said Tristan.

“Good to finally catch you awake, old man,” said Marcus.

“Yeah, dad. It’s like we haven’t seen you in a week. You’re always getting up before everyone and getting back after we’re all asleep,” said Tristan.

“Sorry about that, guys. I promise I’m not trying to avoid you,” said Trevor before cracking a grin at the two. “Things should be getting back to normal once the week is over, though.”

Marcus chuckled. “That’d be a relief. You don’t know how sick I am of seeing Derek’s sour face first thing in the morning.”

He stretched his arms upward and rolled his neck as he continued. “Oh, get a job, Marcus! You need to start pulling your weight, Marcus! The dojo’s gonna sink if you don’t help pay the expenses, Marcus!” he said, badly mimicking his older brother’s voice.

“What does he think running the morning classes counts for?” said Marcus, quirking an eyebrow at Tristan, who only responded with a shrug.

“Derek’s just trying to look out for the family, Marcus,” said Trevor.

“I mean, so am I, dad,” said Marcus. “And it doesn’t really bother me or anything. It’s just a mood-killer first thing in the morning.”

Trevor looked at Tristan.

“Kinda with him on this one, dad. No one wants to get scolded—or hear someone getting scolded—first thing in the morning,” said Tristan.

“Alright, alright. You’ve made your point,” said Trevor. He shook his head, perhaps a bit exasperated with the antics. Not that he minded so much. It was a sign that the boys really did think of each other as family. It was nice to see. “I’ll talk to Derek about possibly toning the mother hen thing down.”

Marcus stepped onto the mat. He adopted a stance that was suited to mobility and speed more than strength, a stark contrast to the fighting style of his older brother. Before he beckoned for Tristan to join him, however, he glanced at Trevor and frowned.

Trevor felt a tiny little bit self-conscious when Marcus looked him up and down with an inscrutable expression. “Something wrong with my outfit?” he said.

“No, no…” said Marcus, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a little smirk. “Though I do have one question to ask…”

Trevor dreaded that tone of voice. “Sure, sport. Go for it,” he said.

“Who is she?” said Marcus, waggling his eyebrows.

“She?!” said Tristan.

Marcus, the clever little thing, decided that the distraction of his comment was enough to start the spar on his terms. He launched himself across the mat at Tristan, knocking him out with a single blow.

“Hey! You’re playing dirty! That doesn’t count!” said Tristan.

“Not my fault you got distracted,” said Marcus with a little smirk. “But yeah, dad. Are you finally getting back on the dating scene?”

“What? No! Of course not! What even gave you that idea?” said Trevor. He had to laugh. It was a bit absurd, really. He was too old to get back on the dating scene. And besides, even if he wanted that kind of companionship with the dojo and the boys, he barely had enough time to himself as it was.

“Look at what you’re wearing, dad. If you’re not fishing for attention, I don’t know what the hell you’re doing,” said Marcus, that little smirk on his face somehow getting larger with every syllable.

Trevor looked down at himself, not sure what he was supposed to be seeing.

While he was doing so, Marcus attacked Tristan again. “I’m not even on the mat, jackass!” said Tristan.

Trevor looked up and saw Tristan dusting himself off for the second time.

“Oh, wow. I didn’t even notice,” said Tristan after he turned to look at Trevor.

Marcus rolled his eyes. “Of course the straight boy didn’t notice,” he said with a light laugh.

Ah. That was what it was. Trevor’s cheeks warmed. It was a bit embarrassing to be called out by his kids like that, but at the same time, a little flattering that his efforts hadn’t gone completely unnoticed.

He’d taken Peter’s suggestion to heart and while he didn’t have much in his wardrobe that could show his body off, he was pretty happy with what he did manage to throw together.

“It’s nothing serious,” said Trevor. “I just realized that the clothes I wore weren’t really the most fluttering.”

Marcus chuckled. “Tell me about it, old man,” he said with a playful little smirk.

Trevor rolled his eyes. “Anyway. I realized maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to show off my body a little bit.”

“About time,” said Marcus with a lopsided little grin. He looked at Tristan. “I mean, bro. I know you’re straight, but you gotta admit, dad’s got a rockin’ body, right?”

Tristan laughed. “Kinda weird you’re putting it that way about our dad, but yeah. You’re the most jacked of us, dad. I wanna be as big as you one day.”

Marcus looked at Trevor with a smug little smirk. “Told you so,” he said. “I mean, if you want help getting an outfit together… Well, you know where I live, dad.”

Trevor wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Of all his boys, Marcus was the one that liked to dress most provocatively.

He looked down at himself, pinching a bit of his shirt between his thumb and index finger. The fabric was tight against his body, as if it were vacuumed to his skin. It highlighted the ridges and crevices of his musculature, cupping all the hard lines of his body. “You don’t think this is good enough?”

“Oh, dad. You have a lot to learn,” said Marcus, shaking his head with a little smirk as he fended off an attack from Tristan. “Not bad. But you can do better.”

“Fair enough,” said Trevor. “But you do know I’ll never have your sense of style, right?”

Marcus shrugged.

Trevor watched his boys exchange blows for a moment. Seeing them move around the mat, hearing the impact of each strike, it warmed the blood in his veins. “Hey, you boys mind if I join you?”

Marcus shrugged. “Not at all, dad. Tris?”

“I’m fine with it,” said Tristan, straightening up out of his stance to wipe the sweat off his brow.

Trevor grinned. He walked into the middle of the mat and beckoned at the two to come at him. “Come on. Give it your all. 2v1.”

“You’re getting cocky, old man,” said Tristan as he dropped back into his stance. “One of these days, we’re gonna knock you on your ass.”

“One of these days,” said Trevor. “But probably not today,” he added, catching Marcus by the ankle without even looking. The fight quickly reached a fever pitch after that.

“So you’re telling me there’s no lucky girl, dad?” said Marcus in the middle of a furious exchange of blows between him and Trevor while Tristan was getting up from where a Trevor’s kick had sent him flying.

“You’re gonna have to try better than that to distract me, buddy,” said Trevor. “There’s no girl. I don’t even think about dating. I have a community—a family to protect.”

“Eh. I don’t think I’m convinced—fuck!” Marcus barely managed to catch himself after Trevor shoved him nearly to the edge of the mat.

“Seriously. Someone just told me that I could stand to be more openly proud of my body and I realized they were right. That’s all,” said Trevor.

At the same time, he turned around, deflecting a flurry of blows from Tristan with the heels of his hands.

“Does seem like an awful shame to always hide all that hard work under baggy t-shirts, dad,” said Tristan before a shove from Trevor knocked the wind out of his lungs.

“That’s pretty much what he said, yeah,” said Trevor.

“Who was he? Tell me so I can kiss him, dad,” said Marcus with a grin.

“Peter,” said Trevor.

Marcus feinted an attack, but Trevor had seen it enough times and knew his son well enough that there was no way it was going to work. He blocked the double-feint and took a step back to stabilize his position.

“That kid you’re giving private lessons to?” said Tristan as he launched himself off the wall to throw a punch at Trevor’s back.

Trevor used Tristan’s momentum against him, flipping him around before launching him into Marcus with an open-palm strike.

Marcus picked himself up off the floor and grinned. “That guy? Leo was talking about how weird he was. Far as I can tell, he’s got great taste. I approve.”

“Stop perving on dad, Marcus,” said Tristan.

“I’m not hearing any complaints,” said Marcus with a little smirk.

Trevor hadn’t even thought about it. Tristan had a point—it was kind of creepy—but he was also enjoying the attention a bit more than he probably should. “Well, yeah. It’s a little inappropriate.”

“I didn’t hear ‘Marcus, stop, you’re creeping me out,’ though,” said Marcus.

Trevor rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Alright. Enough gabbing. Are you gonna start taking this seriously, or am I gonna have to make you?”

---

Trevor took a breath to re-center himself after the intense and lengthy spar with Marcus and Tristan. The conclusion, of course, was foregone. Both boys were on the floor, but they had at least managed to get him sweating.

Marcus was the first to sit up, his powers helping him recover his energy faster than Tristan, who stayed splayed out on the mat.

“Would it kill you to go a bit easy on us for once, dad?” said Tristan.

Trevor quirked an eyebrow and chuckled. “The people we fight aren’t going to go easy on you,” he said, walking over to help Marcus back on his feet. “If anything, I should be fighting dirty, but that’s not the kind of person I am.”

Marcus took a step back and dusted himself off, whistling to himself once he had a chance to look at Trevor. “Take a picture, dad. I think you just won every wet shirt competition in a square mile.”

Trevor looked down at himself and couldn’t help but flush. His shirt was soaked through and practically translucent. It somehow clung even tighter to his skin, and even the dark circles of his areolas and the nubs of his nipples were visible through the fabric.

“You can’t be saying that about your dad. What would people think?” said Trevor, lightly punching Marcus in the shoulder before walking over to help Tristan up.

“If there’s anyone in the neighborhood that would disagree with my assessment, they’d have to be blind,” said Marcus with a little smirk.

Trevor shrugged. Once he was done helping Tristan, he peeled off his shirt and lifted an arm to sniff himself. While he didn’t produce much in the way of body-odor as an esper, he still reeked of sweat and salt and other things from the day’s work. “I think I need a shower,” he said.

Tristan stripped off his own shirt and makes a face. “I don’t think you’re the only one, dad,” he said.

Marcus opened his mouth to say something, but the back door burst open before he could even begin. Leo rushed into the room, breathing heavily. “Guys, suit up. There’s a new gang threatening some shops down by Hadling.”

“The universe sure has a sense of humor, huh?” said Trevor, shaking his head. “Go on. Get suited up and head out. I’m just going to towel off and leave a message for Derek. I’ll catch up.”

---

Instead of joining the fight the moment he arrived at the scene, Trevor stayed back and observed the state of the battle. What he saw wasn’t good.

He clicked his tongue. His boys were getting pushed back. While they normally didn’t have any problem dealing with the small-time wannabe gangsters that occasionally cropped up in the neighborhood, this group seemed a bit better-organized than the usual.

The boys were at least managing to hold their own, so he figured he might as well take his time to observe the enemy’s capabilities. One thing that became apparent right from the get-go was that the opponents weren’t particularly gifted at fighting.

They had some skill, but nowhere near the level that would be necessary to give his boys so much trouble. The difference was in the equipment. The front-liners fought with electrified batons while the few that were in the back seemed to have dart guns of some description.

Worse still, there appeared to be an odd haze that hung in the air around the boys. Trevor didn’t know what it was, but he could see enough to discern the effect it was having.

The haze was slowing his boys down, dulling their senses. He had a few guesses as to what it’s true nature was, but that was hardly relevant at the moment. All he had to know was that it was bad news.

Although Trevor usually liked to give his boys experience at fighting while outnumbered, things were bad enough that intervention was the only good option. He stepped forward, using his abilities and reaching out to empower his boys and their synergy with one another.

Taking a deep breath so that he wouldn’t accidentally inhale the haze, Trevor launched himself into the fray. Flashes of golden light shone brilliantly through the thin mist as he dispatched the surprised henchmen with relative ease.

Given a reprieve from the constant pressure and barrage of attacks, the boys were able to regain their composure. Tristan—Vermilion—began to glow with a flickering reddish-orange light as he summoned his flames to burn away the haze.

The result was unpleasant. As the fine mist burned, it left behind a stinging smoke that made Trevor’s throat itch and his eyes water. Circulating his internal energy helped mitigate the damage, but it was still quite the uncomfortable experience.

Even though his eyes were watering, Trevor did not miss the figure exiting a nearby shop. The man was wearing a sleek black suit with purple accents, and a cowl pulled over his head that hid his face.

There was a dangerous lope in the man’s footsteps, and he radiated an aura that immediately put Trevor on guard.

The man lowered his cowl. He was wearing a helmet that made it look like his face was framed by a snake’s gaping maw. It had glowing purple accents that matched his eyes, making them almost shimmer.

“I was wondering what all the commotion was about,” said the stranger—the likely ringleader, if Trevor wasn’t mistaken. “What a pleasant surprise. I’d heard about this neighborhood’s Guardian Beasts. I didn’t think they’d actually show up.”

The figure bowed. “Chimera. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Trevor frowned. “Your kind aren’t welcome in this neighborhood. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll turn right around and never come back.”

“Bold,” said Chimera. “But this neighborhood isn’t a prize I’m willing to just… walk away from. It takes a bit of money to run things, as I’m sure you understand.”

“Sure. I get that. But you should look elsewhere if it’s an easy buck that you want,” said Trevor.

“Come now, wouldn’t that be unfair? This part of town can handle a little bit of fleecing,” said Chimera. “I mean, would you rather we went after the poorer neighborhoods?”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” said Trevor.

“I’m not asking for much. Just enough to make sure everyone’s safe and secure.” Chimera smirked. “There are all kinds of bad people out there and I can make sure no one gets harassed for just a tiny little fee.”

Trevor frowned. “You won’t be getting a single cent from these people.”

“Well, we’ll see about that,” said Chimera. “I’m used to getting what I want.”

Trevor took a breath, gathering his internal energy and pushing it into his hands. Golden light enveloped his fists as he looked at Chimera and said, “We could have done this the easy way. Now, I have to make sure you never come back to threaten my people.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Two sharp punches sent golden projections of Trevor’s fists sailing through the air at Chimera. He followed close behind, giving his boys a meaningful glance before turning his attention back to his opponent. As he crossed the distance, he felt Marcus, Tristan, and Leo mobilize their own internal energy to support him.

Chimera dodged the two projectiles with relative ease and took a step back to avoid Trevor’s attack.

Trevor’s eyes widened. He should have hit. Chimera should have had no space to dodge. But then he realized his body was heavier than usual. His reflexes were slower.

Chimera held a hand out in front of Trevor while the latter was recovering. A small hole at the base of his palm sprayed a fine mist of something right into Trevor’s face.

Trevor tried to knock Chimera’s hand away, but he suddenly felt weak—and strangely hot inside. A peculiar scent filled his lungs, one that made his cock twitch and his head hazy.

It was familiar somehow, but he couldn’t put a finger on it. “I-I’m going to…” he trailed off, thoughts suddenly dispersing in a cloud of fuzzy static before he managed to collect himself.

“You might want to check that your teammates are alright,” said Chimera, gloating in his voice.

“W-what did you do to them?”

“Nothing much. Just a little poison. No big deal. But positively lethal if left alone too long.” Chimera chuckled, the sound deep and rich.

Trevor’s heart jumped into his throat.

“Here,” said Chimera, pressing a piece of paper into Trevor’s hand. “Come to this address tonight. Alone, if you want to save them.”

Without waiting for Trevor’s response, Chimera jumped back and flung darts from his hands. Each one hit one of the henchmen Trevor had downed earlier. They all sat up shortly thereafter, eyes wide and chests heaving.

They all got up and followed Chimera as he was walking away. “I look forward to seeing you later, Golden Dragon,” said Chimera, waving a hand over his shoulder. “Remember: come alone if you want your teammates to live.”

---

The abandoned, derelict warehouse that rose above the mist wouldn’t normally have unsettled Trevor, but tonight was an exception.

He was alone, as Chimera had insisted. Derek had wanted to come, but he’d refused. The others needed someone to keep watch over them, and Trevor couldn’t very well risk the boys’ lives to call a bluff.

Truth be told, Trevor didn’t want Derek to see the state he was in, either. He’d managed to hold himself together long enough to get the boys home. But he couldn’t hold out for much longer.

Sheer mental discipline was the only reason he could still maintain a semblance of dignity, but the effects of whatever Chimera had sprayed him with were breaking through.

It must have been an aphrodisiac, of sorts. The front of his suit was tented, his chest rising and falling with every hot, shallow breath that filled his lungs.

His face was red, his cheeks flushed with arousal. His entire body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He didn’t think he’d ever been so horny. And he certainly hadn’t had enough time to even think about satisfying his carnal urges ever since he started taking boys in.

Trevor went inside, hunched over the lump in his pants. Oddly enough, the interior was much more put-together than he expected. It was made up into a proper headquarters, albeit not the fanciest.

One of the henchmen was there waiting for him, leaning against a pillar. “Boss is waiting for you upstairs. Come on.”

Trevor followed, his usually sharp awareness of his surroundings dulled by the insistent need pulsing between his legs. He barely even noticed that the minion had stopped, almost running into the guy’s back.

“Inside,” said the guy, pointing at the door beside them with his thumb.

Trevor pushed the door open and entered. Chimera was there, sitting on the edge of a bed with his hands braced against the mattress behind him.

“Nice of you to show,” said Chimera with a little smirk. “I’m sure it gives your teammates comfort that you’re willing to walk into an obvious trap just to save them.”

“A-all I want is the antidote,” said Trevor. “I did as you said… Leave them out of it.”

Chimera chuckled, sitting up straight. “You’re not in much of a position to negotiate, though, are you?” he said with a little smirk. “If you want to save them, then you better do as I say.”

Trevor clenched his fists. “Fine,” he said, flinching when the door suddenly pulled shut behind him.

“Get naked,” said Chimera.

Despite himself, Trevor’s cock twitched at the command. It was so wrong and yet part of him couldn’t help but be excited at the idea of being so exposed in front of this villain.

“You’re a sick pervert. I hope you know that,” said Trevor, slipping a hand into the otherwise invisible seam of his suit to peel apart the two halves. As the fabric split along the middle of his torso, it revealed the musculature underneath.

Trevor’s sculpted body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His firm chest and rock-hard abs seemed to almost glisten in the dim light. His stiff cock flopped out of the suit when the seam reached it, bobbing up and down, flinging a rope of pre-cum from the tip.

Chimera walked over. He flicked Trevor’s cock. “Doesn’t look like your body’s complaining all that much about it, though,” he said.

“Don’t play dumb,” said Trevor, his cheeks turning a deep shade of scarlet. He cast a pointed glance at his cock and then back at Chimera as he added, “Whatever you sprayed me with, that’s the reason I’m this way.”

Chimera smirked but didn’t dignify the accusation with a response. “Get on the bed.”

Trevor did as he was told. The mattress was surprisingly springy. It didn’t take more than two seconds, but he already knew this was the most comfortable bed he’d ever been in.

The first rule of being a vigilante was never letting anyone know your true identity. Not your enemies, and most of all, never the civilians. But this time, Trevor didn’t think he had much of a choice. He reached up to remove his mask, stopping only when Chimera clicked his tongue.

“No. No,” said Chimera. “Keep it on. I like the mystique. And it would hardly be fair since I don’t intend to take this off,” he added as he traced his fingers down the side of his helmet.

Trevor tried to avert his gaze when Chimera removed his suit, but he couldn’t help but watch. It was almost a compulsion. His eyes were drawn to that sleek suit being peeled off of Chimera’s dark complexion.

His cock ached with need as his gaze wandered down that lean torso, raking over Chimera’s flat stomach and narrow hips. The outline of a cock to rival his own was visible in the fabric, exposed in all its glory as it fell out of the seam.

Trevor sucked in a breath, his whole body tensing as a glob of pre-cum beaded at his tip. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was straight. Watching another man strip wasn’t supposed to get him all horned up, but he was helpless to the whims of his body.

Chimera stepped out of his suit and clambered onto the mattress after Trevor. He pushed him down onto his back and forced his way into the space between Trevor’s legs while stroking his cock. He leaned forward, bringing his face close to Trevor’s cock as he took it in his free hand.

Trevor’s cock twitched. Chimera’s fingers felt unreasonably good curled around his girth and it took what little willpower he had left to fight down the moan that threatened to spill from his lips when Chimera kissed the tip.

He sat up, bracing his hands against the mattress behind him, toes curling as Chimera licked a stripe along the side of his cock. “I-if a fat dick was all you wanted, you should have just asked,” he said in a vain attempt to maintain some semblance of control.

Chimera chuckled, his lips pressed against the side of Trevor’s cock. “Not really interested in looking for permission when I can just take what I want.”

“Fuck,” Trevor muttered as Chimera’s tongue swirled around the sensitive glans of his cock. “What is it you want, exactly?” he said.

“You,” said Chimera. The corner of his lip turned up in a little smirk as he looked up, his purple eyes meeting Trevor’s gaze while he traced the underside of Trevor’s cock from the base to the tip with his tongue.

Trevor shivered. The sensation of Chimera’s tongue on his cock sent a thrill through his body, making him even harder. It had been far too long since he’d slept with anyone.

“Well… There’s two problems with that,” he managed through gritted teeth as Chimera worked him over. “First: I’m not particularly fond of people who threaten my ki—my teammates. And second: I’m straight.”

“Well, as long as you do what we want, your teammates won’t have to get involved,” said Chimera. “As for the other part… Well, there’re many ways to change that.”

Trevor’s fingers tightened around the sheets as Chimera’s mouth engulfed the head of his cock. The wet heat coupled with the tongue tracing the crown of his cock head was almost too much, and this time, he couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled up out of him.

His cock was suddenly so much more sensitive than he remembered it being. For all the mental discipline that his martial arts training had instilled, he couldn’t deny the carnal instincts of his body. He threw his head back, moaning unreservedly as Chimera slowly swallowed his cock.

It didn’t get any better with every inch that sank into the velvety heat of Chimera’s throat. The sensation was intense. He felt like his shaft was being massaged—milked—by Chimera’s gullet.

It took all of Trevor’s willpower not to pump his hips. It was all he could do to maintain some semblance of dignity. He couldn’t be enjoying a blowjob from a man, much less a villain. And yet, here he was.

Chimera bottomed out before long, the tip of his nose grazing Trevor’s bush. He looked up, meeting Trevor’s gaze with his peculiar purple eyes as the corners of his lips curled in a little smirk.

He pulled off of Trevor’s cock with a lewd sucking sound before saying, “You taste and smell amazing.” He leaned forward, walking two fingers up along the middle of Trevor’s chest. “Let me show you just what you’ve been missing batting for the other team.”

Trevor’s back arched as Chimera deepthroated him in one smooth motion. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of resistance in that tight throat.

It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He’d been with women. Some of them had put his cock in their mouths. But he was always big enough to be intimidating, and even his greediest partner had never managed to take his whole hog. Chimera wasn’t even breaking a sweat.

When Chimera bobbed his head up and down between Trevor’s legs, Trevor knew he was finished. All his ironclad discipline was nothing in the face of pleasure like this.

His body was hot. His breath was hot. Hell, even his soul felt hot. Chimera’s throat was amazing and despite himself, he couldn’t help but want more. need more.

Trevor hadn’t realized how pent up he was, but it didn’t take long before he was teetering over the edge. “I-I’m close,” he moaned, the fact that he was behind enemy lines pushed to the side.

Instead of slowing down, Chimera went harder on Trevor’s cock. His head bobbed up and down, his wet slurping filling the air. It was as if his life depended on sucking out every last drop of cum in Trevor’s balls.

Trevor tilted his head back and moaned, his knuckles turning white as his fingers gripped the sheets. His balls pulled up against his body, his toes curling against the floor. Every muscle he had tensed as he felt the cum churning in his hack, ready to surge up his throbbing, swelling shaft to pulse shot after shot of hot, sticky nut down the velvety heat of Chimera’s throat but at the last moment, frustration.

A whine escaped Trevor as he snapped his head back forward, watching as Chimera pulled off of his cock with an almost-insulting pop.

Chimera chuckled, sitting up on his knees as he looked down at Trevor with a wicked little grin. He played with his nipples with one hand while he stroked his considerable girth with the other, grunting after a moment as he blew a fat load all over Trevor’s rock-hard stomach and frustrated cock.

After squeezing out the last trickle of cum from his cock, Chimera lowered himself on top of Trevor, their bodies separated by barely an inch of air. “Frustrated?” he said with a devilish smirk.

“Asshole,” said Trevor.

Chimera pulled back and shrugged, swirling a finger in the mess that he’d made on Trevor’s stomach. “You can’t complain. You came here to get the antidote, not to get your rocks off,” he said.

Trevor flushed. Admittedly, the reason he’d come at all had slipped from his mind, sucked down Chimera’s talented mouth. “T-the least you can do is finish what you started.”

Chimera chuckled and sighed. “Ah, men. So predictable.” He leaned in, splaying his fingers on Trevor’s chest.

Trevor sucked in a sharp breath, his lungs filling with that peculiar scent once again. A moan spilled from his lips as his thoughts went all fuzzy, as if his skull had been stuffed with cotton.

He shivered when he felt the heat of Chimera’s breath on the side of his neck, and again when the villain spoke in his ear. “If you want to get your rocks off, come back. Of your own free will, next time.”

Chimera pulled away, and only then did Trevor notice the three glass ampoules that had been left on his chest. “Show yourself out.”

Trevor sat up, carefully gathering the ampoules in his hand. He watched as Chimera left the room, unable to help himself, eyes riveted to Chimera’s ample ass.