𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎 - 𝟎𝟎𝟏 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 ✔️

023

You know... originally there wasn't gonna be a part 2, but I changed my mind. You guys can get a little bit more :)

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The room sounded like a training session, filled with the similar whimpers and groans of exerting your powers. Of course, a training session did not usually involve this much bodily contact. Nor was it as pleasurable.

It was an uncomfortable feeling when the space between you completely vanished. If you had known this much, you would have tapped out earlier, but 001 kept you close. He coaxed you with his soft, raspy words.

"Hey," he murmurs, "you're okay. I'm right here."

The sound of his voice relaxed your clenched eyelids. It was only when you opened them fully that he started moving again, even then, it was strange. His groin connected to yours while he rocked in and out of your entrance. It's unsteady until he gets the hang of it, until he learns to move with the momentum.

You waited patiently, for the feeling that was always written in books. At first, you fear it may never come, but slowly it does in between the ache and the pressure. The feeling starts in your core and melts through the rest of your body.

There were only so many words you could form from your lips. His name being the one most common. You say it again, and again. He smirks down at you as if it's a game and picks up the pace, awaiting your reaction. When he gets the flustered whine he'd been anticipating, he ducks his head down and lays a kiss on your lips. It's almost like a reward.

"It's that easy, huh?" he chuckles, grinding into you deeper. Harder. Before you could contain it, another moan surpasses you. Being filled to the hilt sent a wave of excitement down your spine.

You kiss him back. "I don't know," you say, gripping his hair. You make sure to scratch the place he loved most, the place that made him as weak as you felt in that very moment. When your fingers run through the strands he melts into your arms with a whimper. You think he might give out, but he doesn't. The movement of his pace never slows down. He didn't want the pleasure to end. Not for you. Not for him. Not at all.

"I love you," you whisper.

"I love you too."

And eventually, when the feeling comes, you don't fight it. The adrenaline that runs through your body and curls your toes. You squirm and writhe through the sheets. The deep groans leaving 001's throat allow you to bask in it longer. He throws his head back, eyebrows knitting together as he thrusts into you angrily.

When you collapse onto each other, there are no regrets. Only the sounds of heavy breathing and hoarse whispers.

"Stay with me," he pleads.

You stroke the side of his chiseled jaw. "Forever."

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Before you know it, you've slept the whole day away. In your defense, 001's bed was soft. It almost felt softer than yours, but you knew that couldn't be. The only difference between your bed and 001's was him.

You can feel the tinges of dawn even without a window. It was the fluttering around in your sleep that told you so. You outstretch your palm, hoping to feel his warmth, but you're only met by cold, empty sheets.

Your eyes bolt open. No, yesterday wasn't a dream. That wasn't a dream. It couldn't have been.

You sit up in the bed, scanning the room for any signs of him, but he was gone. Was this your room or 001's? You couldn't tell, the rooms of each orderly were identical. Phew. Without the pair of boots so neatly lined up at the door, you wouldn't have known the difference.