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It finally happened. After ten years in black ops, and eight months of living in Evergreen, you finally got your That Mission.

Everyone in ARGUS had a That Mission. It varied from person to person on what exactly That Mission was, but it usually involved something outrageously stupid that may or may not have led to severe injury.

The mission itself had gone so well, too. Peacemaker, Vigilante, and you had cleared the small office complex of butterflies. It went smoothly and cleanly. Then John and Leota came in to help you search the office computers for any intel.

You didn’t have a designated position on the team. Technically, you could do all of them. You could easily fill in for any one of them on a temporary basis, you just weren’t as good as your teammates that only had one or two specializations. You had some field experience, some office experience, and some IT experience. You even had basic triage training, such as minor battlefield wound care. This gave you the ability to add “some medical experience” onto your massive list of partially known skills.

In other words, you weren’t good enough at anything to get on the bigger, grander missions, but you weren’t a big enough dumbass to get stuck with the shit jobs. You were perfectly okay with this. The world needed people like you just as much as they needed superheroes, doctors, and bad asses like Harcourt. You could step in whenever you were needed, however you were needed and could keep things afloat until the more skilled person came back. That was a skill in itself. Plus, it kept you out of trouble, which is a tricky thing to stay out of in this line of work.

Sadly, there had been no way to prevent what happened to you. It was completely unexpected and unplanned for.

The search of the offices had been going smoothly and cleanly right up until the end. The keycard you had been using had belonged to the head of security and worked just fine on all the other doors. It shouldn’t have triggered any alarms unless there was some sort of backup security system that wasn’t in the schematics. John and Leota had gone over the security blueprints with a fine-tooth comb to ensure something like this didn’t happen.

In hindsight, it was highly doubtful that it was a backup security system. It was more like the door had been booby-trapped or you were the unintended recipient of a practical joke dating back to a time before butterflies had infested the building. It was very distinct possibility that no one had used this office since then. It was fairly out of the way and small.

Whichever the case may be, backup security system, booby-trap or practical joke, the result was the same. As soon as you opened the door and stepped into the office, you were sprayed in the face by an aerosol spray deployed from somewhere in the wall. It felt powdery rather than wet, and a fine powder at that. It tickled your nose, making you cough and sneeze and involuntarily breathing a lung full of the stuff.

Stepping back into the hallway, you called out over the coms what happened. Harcourt ordered everyone but you back to the van, where she equipped John, Leota and Adrian (who insisted on going with them) with respirators before sending them to your location. By the time they reached you, any trace of what blasted you in the face had dissipated and they were unable to collect samples of the substance itself. The dispenser in the wall was so well hidden, they couldn’t even find it. But all they had to do was take one look at you to know something bad had happened.

By the time they got to you, you were starting to experience the effects of whatever the powder was. You were leaning against the wall across from the office, your legs feeling very weak. You had taken your jacket off and had a sheen of sweat on your face. You felt like you were running a low-grade fever. Adrian helped you back to the van while John and Leota finished with the office. Every step you took made you feel a little bit warmer, both on the outside and the inside. By the time you sat down, the beginnings of an ache radiated out through your body from between your legs.

You were very quiet on the drive back. You found yourself clenching your thighs together and gritting your teeth with every bump in the road. Each one sent a jolt straight up into your center, making you bite you lip. You waved off everyone’s concerns, including Adrian’s inquiry about him staying with you to keep an eye on you. Before they dropped you off at home, Harcourt had John draw blood samples to send to ARGUS for analysis and ordered you to stay home and monitor your symptoms until she heard back from them.

That was over two days ago. Harcourt still hadn’t heard back. You were more miserable than ever.

Those feelings had steadily built until you were barely able to move from your bed. You were barely sleeping and eating. And it was all due to the fact you were so extremely horny you were in a terrible amount of pain. Being horny was supposed to be fun. And, you did have to admit, it was a little fun at first. You enjoyed yourself on a fairly regular basis and knew how to make yourself cum like an expert, but the number of times you had gotten yourself off in the last two days was absurd even for you. For a while, it seemed to help. After you made yourself cum, you’d feel better. It always came back, but it was something, at least. And the harder you came, the bigger of a break you got.

Now though? No matter what you did, no matter how you got off, coming wasn’t working anymore. Nothing worked. Then again, you were so tired you really couldn’t put much effort into it. You finally gave up on trying hours ago.

You were curled up on your bed, naked, and drenched in sweat when someone started knocking on your front door.

You ignored it. They persisted.

You kept ignoring it and it finally stopped.

A short time later, you got a string of text messages, but you at least you recognized who it was. Anytime Adrian texted you, your phone would scream “HEY LISTEN” in the voice of an oddly endearing little fairy from a video game. That’s what made you finally glance at your phone

It’s me! I’m at your front door!

Open up!

I brought you food!

It took you a minute to get your reply typed, your hands were shaking so much even autocorrect almost couldn’t keep up with you even on a simple five-word text.

Okay. Give me a few.

You managed to pull on a loose t shirt and shorts, then slowly make your way to the door to let him in.

“You don’t look good at all,” Adrian said as soon as you got the door open, his brow furrowing in concern. He was holding a takeout bag from Fennel Fields.

“I feel like hammered shit,” you said, figuring that was close enough to the truth.

You stepped aside to let him in, careful not to let your thighs rub together. When that happened earlier during a bathroom trip, it resulted in some interesting noises coming from you. The last thing you needed right now was to let loose a carnal moan in front of Adrian Chase.

That was almost for naught, however, when he walked past you and suddenly the air was filled with his smell. You bit down on your bottom lip to keep quiet. His normal soap, cologne, and deodorant; dish soap and cooking grease from the Fennel Fields shirt he was wearing; and also, the vaguest hint of gun powder and oil if you know what you were smelling for. It was a smell that was so uniquely him, you’d know it without seeing him.

A fresh wave of heat flared through your body. You choked back a noise that threatened to rise in your throat. It suddenly felt like you had gotten punched in the stomach and between you legs at the same time. Staggering backwards, you leaned against the wall and then slid down it to sit on the floor.

“…worried, so I volunteered to check on you and bring you food,” Adrian was saying as he headed for your kitchen without a backwards glance, assuming you were following. “I got you what you always order, nothing fancy.”

He disappeared into the kitchen. You heard the refrigerator open and close, then a minute later, he poked his head back around the corner with a look of confusion on his face. When he saw you on the floor, he immediately rushed over and took to one knee next to you.

“Are you okay?” he said, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“I - no?” you said it like a question, then shook your head to try to clear it. You felt electricity where he was touching you. “I-I don’t know. I’ve f-felt terrible, and weird, and off ever since the other day.”

Adrian helped you to your feet and got you over to the couch, where he helped you lay down.

It took everything you had not to pull him down on top of you. The way he touched you, the feeling of his hands on your arms, gave you another jab of pain, though not in your stomach this time. It was all down lower.

“Do you know what that stuff was yet?” he asked, perching next to you on the edge of the couch cushions as you shook your head. He felt your forehead with the back of his hand and looked even more worried. “Shit, you’re burning up.”

“No fever though,” you said. “I checked.”

From your bedroom, you heard your phone start ringing. You didn’t pay attention to it, focusing on stopping yourself from whimpering when he moved his hand away from you.

“That’s really weird,” he said, his brow furrowing more, then looked sad. “I wish there was something I could do to help.”

Then Adrian’s hand rested lightly on your bare knee, right under the hem of your shorts. The feeling of his skin directly on yours made your thighs clench, sending a jolt of pleasure up through your core. You let out a loud moan before you were able to stop yourself. Adrian jumped away from you so fast he tripped in the process. He landed on the floor next to the couch, right on his ass.

Your phone went quiet in the bedroom as you both stared at each other in shock. Then it started back up again.

“S-sorry,” you said, swallowing heavily and averting your gaze. Your face was bright red.

“Er…I- Uh. It’s okay? I think?” Adrian said, also swallowing heavily, eyes wide. Unlike you, he kept staring at you and you could feel his gaze as if it were boring holes into you.

Great, you thought to yourself. Now you made it weird.

While you’d had a thing for Adrian for as long as you’d known him, you knew it was unrequited. You knew he didn’t feel the same way. A couple of months after your transfer, you had made several attempts at flirting with him. And you had made it obvious, since you knew by then that he didn’t read signals and subtleties very well. Adrian had ignored them as if they hadn’t happened. While it was sad, you were glad he hadn’t made the rejection awkward. You’d rather pretend it never happened than lose the friendship. You treasured his presence in your life, even as just a friend and coworker.

But, regardless of that, the fantasy scenarios you had pictured a time or six in your head where he had you moaning under his touch had gone NOTHING like this. And why did you even moan just now, anyway? Adrian has touched your bare knee before and that has certainly never happened.

“I-I think…” you swallowed heavily, heart hammering in your chest. You took a deep breath and tried again. “I think that shit is seriously fucking with me.”

Your phone stopped ringing, then after a few seconds started up again.

“Fucking with you?” Adrian’s brow furrowed again. “How? Damnit, I knew we should’ve taken you to the hospital!”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t think they can help. I feel hot, but no fever. And I’m sick to my stomach, kind of. And I’m -“

You stopped and shut your mouth. Even just the thought of saying it, and saying it to him of all people, made the heat between your legs worse.

“But what?” he scooted closer to the couch, leaning against it with his elbow.

You heard your phone stop ringing.

“I-I’m not quite sure how to say it,” you said after a moment.

“I find it best to just say it,” Adrian said, shrugging. “Whatever needs to be said, I just say it.”

Easier said than done when the thing you needed to say was explain to him how horny you are. It couldn’t be a coincidence that all of this started after you were sprayed. It had to be some sort of poison or pheromone that had a counter agent. But you needed to tell him first so he could call Harcourt for you and see if she’d heard of anything like this before.

“Um,” you said hesitantly, licking your lips. “Well, i-it’s very weird…but I’m really…extremely…ho-“

I’m a Barbie Girl in a Barbie World, wrapped in plastic, it’s fantastic!

Adrian fished his phone out of his pocket, and you swallowed heavily. A little bit of relief washed over you since that was about to get really, extremely awkward.

“Hey Harcourt! What’s-“ Adrian stopped. “I’m still at her place, actually.” He paused, then looked directly at you. “No, not okay at all.” Another pause. “Okay, hang on.”

He pulled the phone away from his ear and tapped the screen.

“Alrighty, you’re on speaker.”

“Y/N,” Harcourt said. “Bad news. Your test results came back. The spray was a concentrated aerosol powder made of coitus microspores.”

“The fuck is that?” you said, blinking in confusion.

“Concen- what?” Adrian said, sharing your confusion.

“Sex pollen. You were dosed with a sex pollen.”

You and Adrian exchanged very confused looks.

“What’s that?” you both asked at the same time.

Harcourt sighed deeply, as if she suddenly remembered the two people she was talking to.

“It ramps up your sex drive well above your normal level,” Harcourt explained. “It’s said to be quite a painful experience, especially if it’s not relieved right away. This long after your exposure, it must be excruciating.”

“Can confirm,” you said, sighing. “What do I need to do?”

“The only known way to fix it is by having sex,” Harcourt said. “I know you aren’t seeing anyone, but do you have a fuck buddy or even just a friend that wouldn’t mind doing you a solid this one time?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Adrian’s head snap up to look at you.

“No on both counts,” you sighed. For the first time in your life, you felt like you were at a disadvantage for not having anyone like that in your life. “And I know getting myself off won’t work. I already tried that. A lot.”

Adrian made a weird noise and you glanced up at him. He was staring at you with wide eyes, red cheeks, and a slack jaw.

“Sorry,” you muttered to him half-heartedly.

Adrian’s mouth snapped shut and he looked back down at the phone. Once you had looked away from him, you could see him shift his legs around where he still sat on the floor.

“Nope, it won’t,” Harcourt confirmed. “You will need to find someone to fuck you.”

A strangled sort of sound came out of Adrian then, but this time you didn’t look up. You were thinking.

“Shit,” you said finally, sighing. “I don’t think I can drive like this, so I guess I could have Adrian run me to one of the bars down the street.”

“Might be your best option,” Harcourt agreed. “You’ll have your pick of random horn dogs to take home and fuck, just don’t-“

“No!” Adrian suddenly exclaimed in a sharp, authoritative tone.

You looked up at Adrian, and he gulped, staring at you with a shocked expression, his face bright red, like he had surprised himself too.

“If you have a better idea, Chase,” Harcourt said after a moment. “Then we’re all ears.”

Adrian gulped again, turning an even brighter shade of red. He glanced between you and the phone several times, before finally just staring at the phone.

“I can do it,” he stated confidently, despite how sheepish he looked.

Your mouth dropped open in surprise, your heart hammering.

Harcourt, on the other hand, was having none of this.

“Chase, this is not the fucking time to be thinking with your dick!”

“I am not thinking with my dick!” Adrian exclaimed. “And that saying makes zero sense anyway because it is impossible to think with your dick. It doesn’t have a brain. But anyway. It’s the only option we have that involves the least amount of risk for all parties, especially for Y/N.”

You were very confused by this, but suddenly found yourself unable to speak. You had desperately been trying not to think about fucking Adrian, but now that he was the one who said it, all bets were off in your brain.

“Go on,” Harcourt finally said, her tone a tolerant one, which meant she was seriously listening.

“First of all, she is in no condition to go anywhere, much less a bar,” Adrian stated, then he started looking you over. There was nothing sexual about it, it was an assessing look, as if he were scanning you for injuries. “Trust me, anyone in their right mind would take one look at her and immediately call an ambulance. Fuck, I’m half tempted to myself.”

You thought about it for a second, or tried to, then gave up. You couldn’t stop watching his lips as he spoke.

“He’s right,” you managed to croak out.

“Secondly, say Y/N did find someone to fuck, be it a friend or a stranger, it’s not exactly like she can tell them she got sex pollened on a black ops mission,” Adrian continued. “So, they wouldn’t be able to give full, informed consent, which is bad since she could hurt them or, even worse, they could hurt her.”

“That’s…actually a really good point,” Harcourt said, sounding very surprised.

“And furthermore,” Adrian continued. “Y/N herself is in an extremely vulnerable state. This doesn’t sound much different than a fucking date rape drug, so any consent she gives right now is dubious as all fucking hell. If having sex is really the only way to fix this, then it should be with someone she knows and trusts that also knows exactly what’s going on. If at any point Y/N tells me to stop, I will, no questions asked.”

Adrian had raised his gaze to meet yours as he said that last sentence, his eyes soft and reassuring.

You severely wanted him. No question. And not just anyone at this point. HIM. Somehow, everything he just said had made him even hotter. But, at the same time, you were unsure still.

“Wh-what if it’s a-awkward?” you said, swallowing heavily. “Like…afterwards…at work?”

Adrian thought about it for a few seconds.

“Have you ever had a one-night stand?”

You shook your head, staring at his lips again.

“Okay, um, gimme a minute,” he said.

Adrian got quiet, a thoughtful look on his face. He looked up towards the ceiling and reached one hand up to scratch his chin as he thought. Your eyes followed the movement of his hand. Were his fingers always so long and nimble looking? And were they always that thick? Probably, since people’s fingers don’t just suddenly change. But what has been seen can’t be unseen. The heat between your legs was painful.

“Oh! I know!” Adrian exclaimed, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your gaze went back to his face right as he looked back at you. “Chris and I have had a threesome together, and things aren’t awkward with us. So, I don’t see why me fucking you should be awkward either. We don’t have to let it be.”

You had heard these stories before, so this wasn’t anything new you were finding out about. Hell, Chris had even called you a couple of weeks ago, saying they were bored and asked if you wanted to come over to have one with them. While you had turned him down, Adrian was absolutely right. There was no awkwardness or tension between him and Chris, in either their friendship or work relationship. And it wasn’t awkward with you and Chris after that phone call either.

“Okay,” you said softly, almost whispering.

The pain was already worse just in this brief time period. The ache had turned into a steady throbbing. You needed something to happen soon. Needed him soon.

“I really didn’t need to know any of that,” Harcourt muttered, like she was talking to herself, then cleared her throat. “All right sounds like a plan. I got the results directly, so no one else needs to know about this. Y/N, take the rest of the week off and report in on Monday. I’ll think of an excuse you can tell the team and I’ll go ahead and put you both in for overtime. Good luck.”

Three beeps signaled Harcourt ended the call.

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Adrian stared at the silent phone for a few seconds before sitting it on the table. He hesitated, then he took off his glasses, folded them, and sat them on the table as well before turning towards you. It seemed like he was nervous now, but so were you. Despite the fact you wanted this man in you more than anything else, you suddenly had butterflies in your stomach.

“So…um,” he said and got up onto his knees on the floor next to the couch. “How do you normally…like things to start?”

Suddenly, your mind went blank. Sex? What’s that? It was like you forgot everything about it. You opened your mouth and all that came out was a little squeak. Finally, you managed a very tiny shrug.

Adrian chuckled a little, nervously running his fingers back through his hair several times.

“Okay. Uh…o-okay.”

He looked at you for a moment then slowly leaned down, one of his hands coming to softly cup the side of your face as his lips lowered to yours.

Whatever freak out the sex pollen caused with your body briefly settled down at the feeling of another person’s lips on yours. It was a small reprieve, but it allowed you to focus on, and enjoy, this moment. You eagerly returned his kiss, your hands moving up his body, one stopping to rest on the hard muscle of his upper chest, the other circling around to softly grip the back of his neck. Adrian shivered under your hands a little as his tongue probed at your lips. As your mouth opened slightly to let him in, you felt his free hand slide under the hem of your shirt to rest at the side of your stomach. Once again, the feeling of his bare skin on yours made you moan, but this time you weren’t bashful about it. Your head tilted back at the sensation, your lips parting from his as the sound rose out of your throat.

“Fuck,” Adrian mumbled softly before leaning in further, his lips on yours again.

The kiss got deeper, and Adrian’s hand slid further up your shirt. It was a slow, deliberate movement, like he expected you to understand what was happening at any second and tell him to stop. But stopping was the furthest thing from your mind. His fingers felt like they were leaving a trail of sparks along your skin. Soon, his hand was on your breast, squeezing firmly. You moaned softly into his mouth, your grip on the back of his neck tightening. Then Adrian’s thumb rubbed over your nipple.

The reprieve was over. The heat between your legs cranked back up and you gasped, your back arching up towards his hand. You gripped a handful of his Fennel Fields uniform and started trying to drag him off the floor and on top of you.

It was a few awkward seconds of shuffling limbs as you didn’t want to let him go or break the kiss. Adrian didn’t seem to want to either, his tongue quite firmly in your mouth as he moved his hand away from your face to grab the arm of the couch just above your head. Holding onto it, he hauled himself up onto you, his lips never leaving yours. Soon, Adrian had arranged himself on his knees between your legs. You brought your legs up high over his waist and didn’t realize you had started grinding yourself against him until he groaned into your mouth.

Without warning, Adrian snapped his hips forward in a hard thrust against you. You were very surprised to feel how hard he was already. Through the loose clothing you both wore; you could easily feel his length rubbing along your entrance. You moaned, arching your hips up. Even with as good as this felt, it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“Please,” you gasped as you broke the kiss.

Adrian started to pull back from you, but your legs tightened around him, you held onto the back of his neck and front of his shirt, keeping him there.

“What do you need me to do?” he said softly, looking into your eyes.

“Anything,” you panted, arching your hips against him. “Just…I need you…”

His lips crashed into yours, kissing you hard as the hand that was on your breast slid down to start pulling at your shorts. After struggling unsuccessfully with them for a few seconds, Adrian pulled back from you so he could grab the waistband with both hands. You lifted your hips for him, then shifted your legs as he pulled them off. After tossing them aside, his hands slid up your legs along the sides of your thighs, with one hand trailing up to rest on your hip, the other sliding between your legs. Soon, you felt his fingers along your slit, and you gasped as he began teasing one into you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Adrian softly said, circling his finger just inside your entrance. “You’re so fucking wet…”

Suddenly, he sank his finger all the way into you. You cried out, hips lifting up off the couch. It wasn’t long before he added a second. The pollen had your body completely receptive to anything. Your hips rocked up to meet his hand as he started to fuck you with his fingers at a steady pace.

“Fuck, you’ve been like this for two days?” he asked, an incredulous tone in his voice.

You nodded wildly in confirmation, your eyes squeezing shut. Your hands were gripping onto the couch above your head. His hand that was resting on your hip was now holding them down to keep you still. As he drove his fingers deep into you, he curved them up, and hit a spot that sent you reeling. You came quick, and hard, around his fingers.

“Shit,” you heard Adrian whisper, sounding awestruck.

His fingers kept working into you, not stopping, or slowing, keeping you at the crest of your high for as long as possible before it faded. But as it did fade, the ache returned. As amazing as that was, it still wasn’t enough.

“A-Adrian,” you gasped, his grip on you tightening as you squirmed. “P-please…I-I need…f-fuck me…”

Quite suddenly, his hands completely left you, leaving you empty, untouched, and the ache rose to unbearable levels. You whimpered in pain, clenching your teeth as you clutched onto the couch. Adrian made soft shushing sounds as you heard the distinctive jangle of his belt being opened.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he quickly said, shifting from one knee to the other to get his pants and boxers down. “I’ve got you, baby. It’s okay.”

Right as he said that last “okay” he was laying on you again. Then his mouth on yours, kissing you, and you felt the head of his cock probing at your entrance. In one smooth motion, Adrian slid his full length into you. You cried out against his lips, hips arching up against him, and he groaned deeply.

The relief you felt was instantaneous. That ache faded away to nothing, pain turned to pleasure, and all that remained was how fantastic his cock felt inside you.

Adrian slid a hand under you to grip your ass, as he started thrusting into you slowly, gradually building to an even, steady pace. Pulling your leg up higher, he slid his cock deeper with each thrust into you. Your fingers slid up from his neck to the back of his head, griping into his hair like you were trying to pull him closer. He slid his arm behind your shoulders, squeezing your body against his. You didn’t know if it was the pollen or if was always this intense with Adrian during sex, but you didn’t really care. It wasn’t long before you were cumming again.

You threw your head back, crying out as you tightened around his cock. Adrian grunted, but didn’t stop, his lips moving down your neck. When you were cresting your high, you felt his teeth graze over the side of your neck, felt them start pressing into your skin. You felt him suck in his breath through his mouth, start to bear down with his teeth a little harder…and then hesitated. Hesitated everything, in fact, including the thrusting. He just completely froze. You whimpered, thrusting your hips up towards him and that broke whatever trance Adrian was in. He resumed fucking you, his lips brushing down your neck to your collar bone.

“You feel so good,” you whispered between gasps.

“Yeah?” Adrian grunted, his lips brushing upward now over the front of your throat.

“Yeah.”

Then he was kissing you again, his cock plunging into you deeply, and he was picking up speed.

Suddenly, Adrian squeezed your ass hard, and he ripped his mouth away from yours.

“I-I’m close,” he panted, and you briefly opened your eyes to gaze up at him. “W-Where do I come?”

Looking into Adrian’s eyes, you almost found yourself too overwhelmed to speak. When you opened your mouth, either a moan or squeak came out, but no words. He slowed down his pace a little. It was enough to let you answer. Somewhat.

“Me,” you gasped, as you clutched at his back, his shirt balling up under your hand.

You hoped Adrian understood that you meant you were on birth control.

He did.

It only took a few thrusts before he was shooting his load deep inside you. Adrian moaned, gripping onto your hip hard enough to make you gasp. You knew you would be bruised, but you didn’t care. The only thing you cared about was how those last few thrusts were making you cum again. It wasn’t a big one, more of an aftershock of that last orgasm, but it was enough to make you throw your head back again as you cried out, and Adrian buried his face in your neck. You both gradually became still.

After a moment, the hand Adrian had on your ass moved up so he could wrap his arm around your waist. You held each other close, both of you breathing heavily. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest, just like yours was. Eventually, he raised his head slightly, kissing your cheek then your lips. Your lips were eager for his, and he moaned softly as you slid your tongue into his mouth.

His hips twitched between your thighs, and you felt his cock start to stiffen right before he finally slid out of you. You whimpered, softly running the tip of your tongue over his bottom lip, making him grunt and start grinding the length of his cock along your slit.

Fuck, was he always like this? Always ready again in just a few minutes? Or could the sex pollen be affecting him now? He’d kissed you, swapped bodily fluids with you. Was he infected now too?

The thought had barely flickered through your mind before you decided it didn’t matter. You would be going at it until you were better, so if he did get infected, he’d get fixed in the process, too. While you’d love to have him give you a demonstration of his skills once you were recovered that way you could compare experiences, you doubted that would happen. Better enjoy it now while you could since your body was clearly not done with him yet.

The ache began to grow inside you again, your body feeling warm from the inside out. A whimper escaped from your throat as you felt everything start to build just like before. You arched your pussy up against his cock with a thrust of your hips, like you were trying to get him back inside you. While it wasn’t as intense as before, it wasn’t by much.

Adrian grunted, moving his hips to grind against you. You moaned, moving your hips in time with his. He moved his arm from under your neck slightly so he could raise up on one elbow and look at you.

“Not any better?” he asked, still sounding breathless.

“O-only a little,” you whimpered. “It’s coming back.”

“I guess I’ll just need to keep fucking you then, fuck that pollen right out of you,” he said before kissing you, thrusting himself hard against you.

You nodded frantically as you kissed him, moaning into his mouth. This was not an experience you wanted to stop anytime soon. But then you pulled back slightly.

“C-Can we move this to the bedroom?” you whispered against his lips, looking up into his eyes.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he grunted before starting to kiss you again.

He seemed to forget that he actually had to stop kissing you in order to move to the bedroom. Then he seemed to forget that his pants and boxers were already around his ankles when he did try to get up. They nearly tripped him, which would have caused him to fall backwards over the end table. You quickly sat up and grabbed two handfuls of his shirt to pull him back down on the couch so he wouldn’t fall.

Now that he was back next to you though, he forgot all about the bedroom. Adrian started trying to pull you over onto his lap, his mouth already back on yours. You started working at the buttons on his shirt and you broke your lips away from his for a second.

“Clothes off,” you panted.

You got no argument from him, and he kept trying to kiss you as he attempted get undressed. But then he got frustrated when it wasn’t working and pushed you away as you were undoing the last button on his shirt, causing the thread to snap loose.

“Strip,” he ordered as he started pulling off his shoes.

You gave him no argument either. You’d heard him use that tone many times while under the Vigilante mask. It made a fresh jolt of heat shoot through you to have it directed at you like that. You started pulling your shirt off, but with how flustered as you were, and how much you were still shaking, that was more difficult than it should have been. You ended up getting twisted up in it and got it stuck half over your head. Luckily, it didn’t take Adrian long to get undressed. You felt him stand up and, a second later, he pulled your shirt off the rest of the way.

With that out of the way, you barely got to take in the glorious sight of the naked man in front of you before he was pulling you to your feet. Your legs had other ideas though. Still weak from the effects of the pollen and shaking from the pounding you had just taken, your knees buckled. Adrian caught you, then swept you up into his arms to carry you to the bedroom.

Unbeknownst to you, Adrian was feeling extremely conflicted about all of this.

That wasn’t to say he wasn’t having fun. Far from it. This was the greatest night of his life as far as he was concerned. But it was bittersweet.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

Adrian had given up on the idea of you being with him. He had attempted to flirt in the early days after your transfer to the team and didn’t get anywhere. He thought he had been pretty suave, but you didn’t even seem to notice. Then, a few weeks later, it seemed like you were flirting with him, but he worried that hope might be making him read too much into things. So, he took the wait and see approach. When you didn’t attempt to take it any further, he assumed he misread the situation.

Ever since then, Adrian tried to keep some distance with you. He had done his best to fight down the lump he got in his throat whenever he saw you. He did his best not to stare when you weren’t looking. And he had tried to keep away from you on missions, so he wasn’t always right there next to you. He felt like he had done an excellent job with this.

But then, a few weeks back, Leota started asking him weird questions, like what he thought about you. Chris overheard and joined in. He assured them you were his friend, absolutely nothing more. Then they distracted him, took him to Chris’ trailer and got him drunk. When they started asking more questions about you then, the truth finally came out.

Adrian was absolutely smitten with you.

Ever since then, they both had encouraged him to try his luck, to ask you out. Leota told him he might be surprised by your response. He came close a couple of times, but convinced himself your answer would be no. Then things would be awkward, and he didn’t want to lose your friendship. That would hurt far worse than the romantic rejection. So, he shoved his feelings away.

Then one weekend, Chris tried to hurry things along. After arguing with Adrian for over an hour about why he hadn’t asked you out yet, Chris finally got fed up. He called you and invited you over to have a threesome with him and Adrian. Adrian had been absolutely horrified. His logic was, if you said yes, Adrian would either be forced to admit his feelings or fucking you would get you out of his system. While he definitely wouldn’t have backed out had you said yes, he was thankful when you said no. That wasn’t how he wanted it to go either.

How did he want things to go?

Well, that he really didn’t know. Just not sharing you with his best friend or you drugged into having sex with him. The latter was what he felt like was happening right now.

Adrian was carrying you down the hall when those dark thoughts started to creep in. Then, as if trying to chase them away, your hand came up to his cheek, gently turned his face to you and you kissed him deeply. Adrian nearly stumbled you both right into the wall.

It didn’t really matter why you wanted him right now, did it? And regardless of anything else, this was the only way to help you and he certainly wouldn’t trust anyone else with your care right now.

No, it didn’t matter, Adrian decided as he reached your bedroom.

You were at least his for tonight and that would have to be enough.

He laid you on your bed and quickly followed after. As he got into position between your thighs, he swept up one of your legs to rest it over his shoulder. Adrian guided the head of his cock back to your entrance, already fully hard again, then slid into you. Your eyes closed and your back arched, while your hands clutched at the pillows behind your head. He bit his lip hard, forcing his own eyes to stay open, watching everything you did as he slowly started working himself in and out of you.

If this was the only time he got with you, he was going memorize everything. The way you looked. The way you sounded. The way you felt.

It wasn’t long before Adrian’s slow, deep thrusts had you clenching around his cock. He wrapped his arm around your thigh, holding your leg tightly against his chest as he kept the pace steady. He didn’t know if it was the sex pollen making it so easy to get you off, but he doubted he’d get the chance when you weren’t on it anymore to compare.

He bit his lip harder, drawing a little blood as he tried to stay quiet so he could listen to you. He had noticed the first time he made you cum the way your moans became higher pitched the closer you got. You telegraphed exactly what was happening, when it was happening. It was hot as hell.

“Fuck!” you suddenly screamed, back arching on the bed as your pussy clamped down around him.

Adrian couldn’t help but groan then, his fingers gripping into you, not changing his pace, but resisting the desire to go faster. He didn’t want to cum so quick this time. He wanted to go a bit slower if you’d let him, take his time, and really try to make this an enjoyable experience for you.

But then you threw your head back, screaming out his name, and your hands came down from the pillows to grab onto him anywhere you could. You ended up grabbing the back of his thigh with one hand and the other hand gripped onto his bicep. You weren’t trying to push him away, he noticed that immediately. Between that and your heel digging into his ass, it was like you were trying to keep him there.

Oh, fuck it, Adrian thought as he started slamming his cock into you as hard as he could, making you gasp and squeak. I’ll get hard again.

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While Adrian did indeed get hard again, it took some time after cumming twice in such a brief time period.

The attention from another person had already helped considerably. You were actually feeling much better. Each time you came, the effects of the pollen seemed to dim. Little by little you were coming back to your normal senses. You could also tell now there was a different kind of ache between your legs. You were getting sore now, too. After all the attention you were now getting, there was little wonder why.

But feeling better and being better are too different things. It still wasn’t long before the ache returned. While the intensity was more bearable now, it was still far higher than normal.

However, just because Adrian needed a break didn’t mean he left you unattended.

As soon as he felt your start grinding your hips against him, Adrian’s lips left yours and started moving down the front of your neck. His body slid downwards along yours, licking and kissing over your chest. Partway down, he made a slight detour to one side, one hand slipping up your torso at the same time to firmly cup your breast. His tongue circled around your nipple, teasing it, before his lips closed in around it.

Your back arched up off the bed, gasping. Adrian slid an arm under you to hold you close, his teeth grazing over the sensitive nub in his mouth. He slowly pulled back, still holding your nipple between his teeth for a second before letting it go. You were squirming under him as he kissed his way across your chest to your other breast, repeating the process to make sure both of your tits were properly tended to.

With your legs trembling on either side of him, he kissed his way down your body, not stopping until his lips were placing soft kisses just above your clit.

The warmth of his breath near this sensitive area made you gasp. Your hips raised off the bed towards him and you felt his arms slide under your thighs, hands circling up and around from your ass to hold onto your hips.

Now he started taking his time, veering a little to the side to slide the tip of his tongue along the outer lips of your pussy. You whimpered softly; eyes closed but feeling him slip the tip of his tongue just inside you. The fact you could feel his cum dripping out of you and the way that didn’t seem to bother him at all made you twitch around his tongue. After flicking his tongue around your entrance, he trailed it out of you along the opposite side of your pussy lips and back up.

When Adrian finally let his lips circle around your clit to softly suck on it, you nearly cried. The sensation sent aftershocks through your legs. You could feel your thighs trembling on either side of his head. You must have started clenching them because a moment later his hands moved down slightly from your hips to hold your legs open by your upper thighs. That allowed you a bit of movement and you took advantage of it, starting to rock your pussy against his mouth. His mouth vibrated around your clit as it sounded like he groaned against you.

Pulling back slightly, he started circling your clit with his tongue, and rapidly flicking over it. Your eyes watered with how tightly you had them closed as your cries filled the bedroom. Needing to touch him again, you let go of the pillows to bring your hands down and grip onto him. While one hand came to a rest on his forearm, the other went lower so you could grasp the back of his head, your fingers lightly tugging at his hair.

Now there was no mistaking it. Adrian definitely moaned into your pussy. Then his lips zeroed back in on your clit.

Adding more pressure and more suction gradually, he took his time building your orgasm since it wasn’t crashing down on you immediately at his touch. But as soon as you were about to hit the crest, Adrian quickly moved away from your clit, sliding his tongue back downwards along your folds.

You gasped at the sudden shock of your stalled orgasm, fingers tightening in his hair, pulling at it. His grip on your thighs tightened and you heard him groan.

“Gods, please don’t tease me,” you whimpered, voice tinged with a whine. “Some other time, but I can’t take it right now.”

It was a lot easier to talk now than it had been earlier, even with the fact he had just denied you the one thing that was making you feel better.

You felt him freeze again after you spoke, but it was brief. Soon you felt his lips trail upwards along your inner thigh.

“I have an idea,” Adrian said softly, then nipped the skin under his lips, which brought your attention to him rather than the inner ache. “Do you trust me?”

You were able to open your eyes and look down at him. Seeing him there between your legs, his gaze meeting yours as he trailed his lips back down your thigh towards your pussy, made you speechless again. You managed a small nod, and his tongue went straight back to your clit.

It didn’t take as long to bring you right back to the edge, but Adrian immediately backed off as soon as you got close. As soon as he stopped this time, rather than the frustration of being denied your orgasm again, the heat and ache from earlier rose sharply. You cried out in a mix of frustration and pain. Soft shushing sounds came from Adrian as he kissed his way up your other thigh.

“Just a little bit longer,” he said, biting your thigh fairly rough this time, making you cry out, but it had the intended effect of distracting you again.”

When he felt like just enough time had passed, which was just long enough for you to come back from the edge, he started again. This time, when he wrapped his lips around your clit, he wasn’t gentle at all, immediately sucking it into his mouth with an intensity that made your legs shake. His hands tightened their grip on your thighs, holding them still. You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut so tightly that tears escaped. This time, he stopped a mere second before you came.

“Fuck!” you screamed, your pussy throbbing as much as it was, if not more, than when he got to your house. “Fuck, it hurts, please, please, please stop.”

Instead of answering, Adrian made his way back up your body, kissing along the same trail as he went upwards. But, as soon as you felt him get in position between your legs, the head of his cock probing into you, it was like something in you snapped.

Without warning, you suddenly flipped him over so that he was on his back, and you were straddling his hips. The look of surprise on Adrian’s face only lasted a second before you lowered yourself fully onto his cock. It was his turn to groan and throw his head back then. His hands instantly took ahold of your hips in an iron grip. You didn’t give him time to do anything else, your hands coming to lay on his chest to brace yourself before your hips started rising and falling. You didn’t start slow and build into it, you started riding him fast and hard.

Between how tight you were from the teasing, the way you looked bouncing on him and the fact you were riding his cock with an enthusiasm he had never felt from anyone before, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. But you needed to cum first. He needed to feel you cumming around his cock again.

Bringing his knees up behind your ass, Adrian put his feet flat against the bed for leverage to start thrusting upwards. Your moans and gasps got louder, fingers digging into his chest as he started slamming his cock up into you. You were so close already that it only took a few thrusts before your pussy clamped around him like a vice and you were screaming in ecstasy. That was all he needed. For the third time that night, he painted your inner walls with his cum. His thrusting stuttered a few times before stopping. The grip he had on you finally relaxed at the same moment your arms gave out and you collapsed against his chest. Adrian’s arms folded around you, holding you.

It took a little bit, but you were finally able to slide off of him into the crook of his arm, his cock slipping out of you in the process. With him still holding you close, you laid your head on his chest, eyes closed. You could easily hear Adrian’s heartbeat. It was hammering in his chest, but you could hear it calming down. His breathing, too. It matched your own, really. You found yourself breathing in time with him.

That was when your eyes flew open as you realized something.

While you were very sore and extremely exhausted, you didn’t feel hot anymore. Your head was clear, you could think again and , most importantly, you weren’t horny anymore.

That revelation made your whole body relax even more in relief. You practically melted into Adrian, which made him hold you even closer.

It was right around the time you felt his lips press a soft kiss to the top of your head that the first of your tears fell. Soon, the release of your relief took the form of wracking sobs, which you were letting out against Adrian’s chest.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he said, alarmed, and lifted his head to look down at you. “Are you okay?”

All you could do at first was nod. Your mind and emotions were so overwhelmed with what just happened, they had to be released. While you hated crying, there really wasn’t a better way to do it.

“It’s o-over,” you finally managed to gasp between sobs, eyes closed. “I-I’m fine now. It’s all gone.”

You thought you felt Adrian stiffen a bit, but then he was relaxed again, so you thought you imagined it.

“Hey, that’s great,” he said, gently squeezing you in a hug, and he started stroking your hair. “You’ll be all back to normal in no time.”

As you calmed down, you turned your head, so your cheek was against his chest again. When the crying fully stopped, you were relaxed and exhausted enough you felt sleep starting to creep in.

“Thank you,” you said softly, a whisper. “For everything.”

You didn’t even hear his response. Sleep took you then just as hard and fast as Adrian had earlier.

When you woke up later, it was dark out, but Adrian was gone. You had no idea how long you had been asleep for since you didn’t even know what time he got to your place. You looked at your phone to see the time and you saw you had slept through a text from him.

Hey, sorry, I thought it would be weird for me to stick around, so I left after you fell asleep. And if you never want to talk about this again, that’s totally cool with me. Completely up to you.

At first, you were smiling as you read his text, but then your smile faded. That sounded like a not-so-subtle way of saying he was the one that never wanted to talk about it again. It hurt a little, but then you mentally chastised yourself before the hurt went too far. This was never anything more than a fuck to clear some sort of alien plant life out of your system and you knew that from the get-go. But a few times in there, you thought you felt something more. It had almost felt like he had been wanting you this whole time just as much as you’d been wanting him.

You sighed, disappointed now that you knew it was just the pollen making you feel that way. It took you a moment to compose your thoughts to reply. It was a little after 4am, but you knew he’d still be up.

It’s okay, I didn’t figure you planned to stay. Thank you again for everything. :) Yeah, that sounds fine. I’m headed back to bed now. Have a good night!

You thought that sounded casual enough. You didn’t want Adrian to think you expected anything more out of this. Wanted it, yes, but you didn’t expect it. It hurt, but what could you do about it? Nothing.

You spent the rest of the week and the whole weekend resting. By the time Monday came around, most of the soreness from the sex was gone except for deep inside where your most sensitive areas were. However, you did still have some side effects from the pollen itself. It was mainly just fatigue and nausea, but every now and then you’d feel a wave of heat without the horniness. It was all gradually getting better.

True to his word, the next time you saw him, Adrian didn’t mention anything about what happened. Though, he did look like he was about to lose his shit laughing when you told everyone the excuse Harcourt had written for you.

The formal excuse was that the alien pollen causes a complete and total relaxation of the bowels for several days. There was no known cure aside from stay hydrated and wait it out.

You knew why Harcourt went with that one. When you needed an excuse, you tended to use stomach issues, too. No one ever asked questions once they got the broad overview of the problem. And, sure enough, no one asked anymore questions. Even Chris took it seriously and didn’t crack any jokes since he knew how quickly something like that can dehydrate a person.

After a couple of weeks, it seemed like everyone had forgotten about it except for you. They had even stopped asking how you were feeling, which was fine with you. You were ready to move on and get back to normal, which was turning out to be a lot harder than you imagined. It wasn’t so bad when Adrian wasn’t up at HQ. When he was? It was hard to concentrate at first. It seemed like every time he walked into the damn room you would be dumbstruck. You always snapped yourself out of it after a few minutes, but it still made you feel ridiculous.

A couple more weeks later, it felt like he was avoiding you as much as you were avoiding him. Just as well, you supposed. That also hurt, but it also allowed you to try to tamp your feelings back down to pre-sex levels.

About a month and a half after That Mission, it was your turn to perform the monthly system checks and updates on all the team’s ARGUS equipment. Since it typically took all night and someone had to be there to perform the checklist, the four of you rotated the job between you month to month.

Sometime after ten, you were waiting for a large update to finish installing when you heard a soft knock at the door of HQ. Your curiosity was piqued since no one should have been able to see you in there to come knocking. All the lights in the old video store were off and you were sitting in Harcourt’s office. The shades of the windows were closed, which blocked the light coming from the computer monitor.

Curiously, you got up and headed for the office door to look out towards the main entrance. It took a second for your eyes to adjust from looking at your phone to looking out into dim lighting, but you recognized the shadowy outline of your visitor as Vigilante easily enough. Now the knocking made sense since neither him nor Chris had a key to HQ.

“Forget something earlier?” you asked as you let him in, then started to head back to the office.

“Nooooo,” you heard Adrian say in a hesitant tone as he relocked the door behind him, then followed you. “I was just passing by. Because I was on patrol, you know, in the area. And, um, thought I’d drop in and see how you were doing. You know, see if you were still feeling okay. After the pollen thing.”

“Oh,” you said as you sat back down at the desk. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, I don’t feel different or anything.”

“That’s good,” Adrian said. “No long-term side effects then?”

You shook your head. “None that I’ve noticed.”

“Good,” he said, then shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking at everything in the room but you. “Hood, good.”

His sudden nerves made you anxious, so you turned to the computer, double checking to make sure the installation was going smoothly. It was, but you stalled by reading each item on the screen a little more thoroughly than you really needed. The earliest eta on any of the installs was still over an hour away, so you had no excuse to not engage with him.

When you looked back up at him, it looked like he was about to leave. He had turned slightly, as if he were headed for the door. He was holding the mask like he was about to put it back on. Then Adrian turned back to you, opening his mouth like he was about to say something, but froze when he looked into your eyes. It was like he had become a statue, not even breathing, or even blinking. Just staring at you with his mouth gaped open.

He suddenly closed his mouth with a snap, and you saw him swallow heavily.

“I-I’m sorry, this was a dumb idea,” he said quickly, his voice lower than normal. “I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll let you get back to work.”

Before you could say anything, Adrian turned and quickly stormed out of the office, pulling the mask on as he went. A few seconds later, you heard the bell over the front door, signaling Adrian’s departure.

You leaned back in the the chair and sank down in it, feeling deflated all of a sudden. While you had no idea what that was about, and that confused you, the way Adrian had been looking at you just then had been intense. A heat had started to build between your legs just when he broke his gaze away. This made it a little harder to slow your heart and breathing back down. As they started calming down, you stood up and stretched, your arms extending over your head. The slight pull of the muscles in your back and neck helped ease the leftover nervous from Adrian’s visit.

As you were about to sit back down, suddenly the bell over the front door jangled wildly again, as it did anytime the door flew open. You heard the door get slammed shut and locked, followed by the sound of quick, heavy footsteps heading straight for the office.

You had just barely stepped to the edge of the desk to go out and see what was going on when Adrian reappeared in the doorway. He ripped his mask off and looked at you with a fiery determination.

“Ah fuck it,” he said.

He strode over to you, dropping his mask on the desk as he walked around it to where you were standing. When he was close enough, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you with the same fire that you saw in his eyes.

There was no hesitation on your part, you immediately fell against him, kissing him back with just as much intensity. His arms tightened around you as your hands came to either side of his face before circling around to the back of his neck. Adrian backed you up a few steps then turned you, so you were between him and the desk, like he was about to lay you down on top of it.

You quickly pulled your lips away from his.

“Not here,” you said in a whisper. “Harcourt will find out and she will kill us. You know that woman has eyes in the back of her head.”

Adrian groaned, leaning in to kiss you deeply again, his hips grinding forward into yours, before breaking the kiss himself.

“I don’t think I can wait for all that computer shit to be done, I need you now,” he said in a low, breathy voice, sliding his hands down from his hips to your ass. “And you have to stay close in case there are problems, right?”

“Close, yeah, but not that close,” you said, looking pointedly up at the ceiling then back down to him. “I don’t think anyone is using the med bay right now.”

A look of confusion briefly passed over Adrian’s face before he swept you up into his arms the same way he did at your apartment and carried you upstairs.

This was the one and only time you have ever been glad those updates take forever. You stayed pretty busy the rest of night, going back and forth between Harcourt’s office to keep working on the systems and the med bay to keep getting your shit wrecked.

At some point in time, you must have drifted off to sleep. It wasn’t planned, you were so content and relaxed that it just happened. You realized this only when you found yourself floating back up into the waking world. Something was tapping you firmly on the shoulder. Your eyes drifted open.

It was still dark in the room except for a dim streetlight shining in from outside, but the air had a predawn quality to it. You were still lying next to Adrian on the couch. You could feel your bodies pressed together chest to chest, arms wrapped around each other to hold the other close, with your legs tangled and entwined together. Both of you were naked under a blanket that was always kept upstairs for impromptu lunchtime naps. How the two of you were even still on that small ass couch was amazing considering how narrow it was.

You felt the taping on your shoulder again and looked behind you to see what it was.

Harcourt was standing in front of the couch, looking down at you both with an amused expression that she was trying to tamp down so she would look serious.

“The maintenance all complete?” she asked in her normal volume and tone.

You nodded, feeling Adrian stir at Harcourt’s voice but he nuzzled back into you and quickly settled back down.

“Everything go smoothly?”

You nodded again. “There were a few hiccups, but nothing so bad it delayed anything. All the systems are back up and fully operational.”

Harcourt nodded, then headed for the door to the med bay.

“I came in early to double check, but then I saw your car still here,” she said, then chuckled softly. “I figured you were too tired to drive home. Guess I wasn’t entirely wrong.”

Harcourt left then and you heard her footsteps go back downstairs.

You thought about getting up. You really did. But you were still pretty relaxed, and Adrian’s presence made you not want to move. It wasn’t long after Harcourt left that you drifted back off to sleep.

A loud exclamation and crash suddenly startled you both out of sleep. Adrian jumped, immediately going on high alert, which managed to knock you off the couch and roll you up in the blanket at the same time.

Your eyes flew open at the impact and went to the door just in time to see John clap his hand over his eyes, a horrified and shocked expression on his face. A box of med bay supplies sat at his feet, looking like he had dropped it from shock. That explained the crash.

“Jesus Christ, Adrian, you’re naked!” he exclaimed, trying to back out of the room, but backed into the doorframe instead.

“Well, yeah,” Adrian said, very confused and still half asleep from the sound of his voice. “It’s way more comfortable to fuck while naked. I mean, you can fuck with clothes on, but there wasn’t much point since no one else was here and I really wanted to see her hot-“

“I don’t need to fucking know any of this!” John cried, finally feeling his way out the door and making a break for it.

You heard him yell for Harcourt in a panicked tone as soon as he ran downstairs. This made you go into a full-on giggling fit. As tears of laughter ran down your face, you looked up at Adrian. He had the biggest grin on his face, was blushing a bright red, and his eyes were shining as he watched you.

While this may have been your That Mission, you were pretty pleased with the outcome of it.