Pentagon Jr. One Shot Collection

One Upmanship

Featuring: Pentagon Jr./FC

Category: Suggestive

Word Count: 598

Warnings: Language, sexual discussion, drinking, a little brotherly competition and antagonism

 "I like the feisty ones"

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Pentagon smirked holding his beer bottle over his lips to cover it as he watched his brother Fenix dejectedly heading back to the bar. It was so rare he got rejected Pentagon had to enjoy it while he could. He had a feeling he wasn't hiding his amusement very well as Fenix glowered at him, ordering a double shot of tequila as he sat huffily back in his chair.

"She slapped me." Fenix said incredulously, rubbing his cheek through his mask. "I can't believe she slapped me." His head was shaking back in forth in disbelief. "I didn't even say anything that bad."

His brother's words renewed his interest and he arched his neck trying to get a better look at the woman who not only shot down his charismatic brother, but smacked him in the process. He'd have to buy her a drink.

"Don't tell me you're interested in her now?" Fenix frowned.

Pentagon shrugged with a grin. He couldn't say he wasn't. How much fun would it be to land the woman Fenix couldn't and rub it in his face?

"Please." Fenix huffed. "If she slapped me she'll punch your crass ass. I can't believe you're going after her."

"What can I say? I like the feisty ones" Pentagon said, slapping Fenix roughly on the shoulder and making his way through the crowd. He hadn't gotten a good look at the woman yet, but if Fenix was interested he probably would be too. Their tastes were eerily similar at times.

Without invitation or introduction Pentagon slid into the booth beside her making her head whip around to stare at him as he slung a heavy arm around her shoulder.

"What is with you masked men?" She huffed trying unsuccessfully to dislodge his arm. "Do I have to slap you too?" She asked raising her hand in threat.

"You can," Pentagon grinned a vicious smile and shrugged. "But let me warn you, I'm not nearly as nice as my brother and I will slap you back."

Her dark brown eyes shot to his face, getting lost in the ice blue orbs that were watching her with intensity burning in their depths.

"What do you want?" She asked, injecting irritation she wasn't quite sure was authentic. Men didn't normally challenge her, and this beast of a man wasn't backing down an inch from her. She kind of liked it.

"What my brother failed to get. I want to fuck you." Pentagon said bluntly. "I want to take you back to my hotel room and I want to fuck you all over his bed so he can smell the pussy he couldn't land and I did. I want to make your cunt squirt all over his sheets until they're drenched." He grinned, his teeth bright in the dark club.

"I plan to still be fucking you when he makes his way back to our room with whatever slut he manages to pick up tonight so he can watch how I make you scream." Pentagon had her hooked and he knew it, her eyes blown wide with desire, cheeks flushing with lust.

Pentagon slid out of the booth and held out his hand expectantly, unsurprised when she quickly slid out and let him lead her to the exit making sure to march her past Fenix who watched their passing with bright eyes and a muttered asshole to Pentagon who simply grinned and flipped his brother off as he escorted her into the night.