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Chris sat there, held captive at the wrists and more horny than he’d ever been in his whole life.
Technically kidnapping,
maybe,
but Chris had long since abandoned the idea that Zach capturing him was true kidnapping. It was always more a thing of convenience to the Varmitech- locking him in a cage or tying him up to prevent the brothers from thwarting his plans. Never an intention for anything more than keeping him out of his business.
Until, perhaps, now.
But unlike Martin, who was oh so conveniently caught in Donita’s snare on
multiple
occasions, Chris had never really considered it anything but bothersome when Zach did it to him.
Until now, of course.
It was stupid, these budding feelings that had been growing more insistent in Chris’s brain since the whole thing began.
They had thought that Donita had hired Zach to once again use his Zachbots as security so she could send herself and Dabio down the runway with her latest captured animals, but that was simply not the case. Donita was, of course, up to her usual shenanigans, but Zach was there for entirely different reasons.
Chris had never asked about Zach’s family, so when he started sneaking around to find out where Zach had gone off to in the hopes of stopping him, he was surprised to see him standing with a very tall, very blonde woman in 6 inch heels. She towered over him and it took him only moments to realize this fashionable lady looked suspiciously like Zach. She was telling him something, gesturing to a rack of colourful and gaudy designer clothing for the show, and as Chris watched, he could have sworn Zach looked more and more uncomfortable.
But with no other robots in sight, and no Zachbots acting unusual from their norm, he had nothing to go on in terms of what his plans were and how they would involve animals.
Then the rehearsals started and Martin, whom, last Chris saw, had been pleased with himself for supposedly stopping Donita (his brother was insufferably covered in prominent lipstick marks he SWORE he didn’t have), was nowhere to be found. Chris watched the various and sundry models strut down the catwalk. Donita was still part of the show, apparently, and it was all too clear that she’d agreed to not use the ocelots when Chris watched his brother walk down the runway, grinning stupidly in her latest outfit. Donita was more than happy, shooting smug looks to the tall blonde designer Chris had seen earlier.
The woman, who looked like Zach more and more, ignored her.
Everything was so normal he almost relaxed into his boredom.
But his boredom turned quickly to astonishment when the next model came traipsing down the runway. Raven black pants littered with colourful and jagged markings, and a plain top with an interestingly shaped collar, Chris watched with growing shock as Zach Varmitech moved fluidly forward with a practiced skill on a runway he was clearly accustomed to walking. He looked bored as hell and his fingers twitched with irritation, but he made all the right poses, and damn him he knew how to do the stupid model walk. It was clear he did not want to be doing this as he swung his suit coat over his shoulder and did everything in his power to avoid looking at Chris, who didn’t realize he was holding his breath.
He’d never seen the other in anything but his turtleneck.
This was vastly different; sleeves rolled to the elbows, pants slim and tight, showing every single curve of his body. He was incredibly skinny but dolled up like this he looked more
attractive
than he had any right to and the younger Kratt could not take his eyes off him. How could it possibly be? So THIS was what he had been talking to the designer about. The designer who was currently calling out for him to fix his posture, whose lanyard had Charlotte Varmitech stamped across it.
“Ooh I HATE her.”
Chris watched him until he was gone and looked to where Donita Donata had sat down beside him in a huff. “His mother is infuriating!” Charlotte followed her son backstage with her mouth set into a thin line. “All her talents and she uses nothing but synthetics, can you believe that?! No furs! No silks!
Disgusting.”
She gripped a notepad in her hand scribbled with notes in Italian so Chris couldn’t decipher it. “And sending Zach out? Ew! Martino did such an amazing job!” She added and swooned just a little bit.
Chris tried desperately to still his racing heart. “I didn’t know he modeled-” He started and Donita rolled her eyes like the diva she was. What magics had Mrs. Varmitech conjured to make Zach, a constant enemy of the brothers, look physically
attractive
so suddenly? And what the hell was Chris thinking?! Surely it wasn’t just that it was surprising; surely it wasn’t just the ridiculously smooth and fluid movements he was giving on stage serving to high hell; surely Chris wasn’t entirely fixated on the shape of his ass in those tight,
tight
pants as he disappeared backstage.
“That walking corpse could ONLY model for synthetics….” Donita was yammering. “He’s so pale and those dark circles only a mother could love…” She waved her hand dismissively. “Or a zombie…..”
For the first time in his life Chris found himself wanting to argue with her over something he, by all rights, should be agreeing with. Zach had never looked handsome before to him, but then, his clothes didn’t exactly help. Black turtlenecks didn’t exactly show any figure and neither did his generic faded purple pants. Usually he moved like he was being electrocuted. Chris was also not often in a position to look at him that closely without having to focus on whatever he was scheming. He stood, feeling for all the world more flustered than he thought he had any right to.
This sudden attraction was entirely uncalled for.
He decided to head backstage and confront Zach. He could easily play up the whole ‘I’m looking for Martin’ thing if he chickened out, but genuinely Chris was feeling bold and needed to see him again, up close, in that ridiculous but somehow intensely alluring outfit.
Maybe Chris was crazy.
Hell, he was SURE he was crazy the longer he walked down the hall towards the changing rooms. He watched a bunch of models coming out, Martin waving to him as he hoped to catch Donita and ask her to make the pants less tight. But Zach was not among them, so Chris scurried farther down the hall to the doorway and he hesitated.
Was this the dumbest thing he had ever done?
Possibly.
Was it unfathomable to say out loud that his libido was being heavily affected by a man who should drive him insane?
Absolutely.
Was he really going to let himself make a total fool of himself by openly telling one of their villainous enemies that he looked hot in his tight pants?
Um…. well….
The longer Chris hesitated, the more he was sure this was entirely stupid. He wasn’t a randy 16 year old any more, he was 24 years old and he should start acting like a mature adult instead of giving into the impulses of his dick.
Before he could turn around and shove his hands into his pockets, feeling foolish, the door suddenly opened up again and out walked Charlotte Varmitech, the French designer tossing her short blond hair over her shoulder and moving past him in a frustrated huff. Maybe Zach's temper was hers.
Confused, Chris turned to look inside the room.
There Zach stood, irritated in the doorway, part of a brand new outfit on, and much, much closer than Chris was expecting to see him with how quickly his mother left the room. Chris startled, deep brown eyes meeting intense green as Zach snarled and shot an arm forward, yanking Chris by the collar into the room and slamming the door with a kick from his left leg.
He was all too close, a
heavy, heady scent of thick perfumes coiling his senses as Zach shoved him against the wall and glared. “What the HELL are you doing here, Green Rat?”
Chris couldn’t answer even if he wanted to, because he was too distracted with everything going on in front of him at the moment.
Arms: bare, covered in shimmery pearlescent dust as they held him by the collar and pushed him to the wall.
Hands: black painted nails, thin, rough, hiding calluses from working with machines.
Ears: Pierced? Tiny little studs with shimmering opals. Sparkle for a distant view.
Eyes: Stressed, confused; masked heavily with anger and eyeliner, and painted in shimmery dark purple with the same dusty pearlescence on his eyelids.
Chest: Bare,
GOD-
heaving, upset, close, speckled?!
Nose: Speckled too!! Freckles!
Fuck-
thought he lost those-
Feet: Boots- huge, clunky, goth- how funny-
Hips: Pants too tight, shiny- half open- LOW- SO low cut HOLY SHIT-
“I asked you a question!” Zach shook him, shoving him against the wall again and jarring him back to reality. “What the hell are you doing here?!”
Chris swallowed and his cheeks turned bright pink to red in about three seconds flat. “I uh-” He drank in the sight of him and sputtered. “I didn’t… know you modeled-”
Zach made a loud, angry growl and pushed himself away, storming towards the large vanity in the changing room. “Only for Mother and only because she won’t let me get out of it.” He lifted up a bottle of mascara and glared at it, shoving it back down before turning to glare at Chris more intensely.
Chris who was ogling his ass and standing frozen like a deer in the headlights when he was caught.
“You’re here to stop me, aren’t you?! Typical Wild Rat! Off to thwart the villains for their clever use of Varmints!”
“Uh, actually-”
“Well absolutely
not
this time.” He snapped his fingers and two Zachbots rushed towards Chris who had been way too distracted to remember oh, anything useful like activating his suit or bringing a disc or, you know, anything a smart and clever grown man should remember. He dodged the clumsy robots and tried to keep clear of them.
“Zach wait-”
“I don’t care if I have to trap a
thousand
hornets-” Zach’s shoulders hiked and he lifted a large vacuum device. “I’m
canceling
this stupid show!”
“What?!” Chris gasped as the Zachbots grabbed hold of him and he twisted, struggling until they shoved him into a seat and held him there.
Shit that wasn’t fair- he was already hot and bothered and embarrassed by how quickly his interest was piqued.
“What are you talking about?!” Chris gasped. “I’m not here to- why are you stopping the show?!” Maybe the way he said it was a liiiiittle bit too desperate.
“Because!” He dragged a hand through his hair. “I HATE this! It’s too tight, it’s too loud, and people keep staring at my ass!” His eyes narrowed at him, irritated. “Don’t think I didn’t see you doing it too, people already make fun of what I wear, this is worse, cause now everyone’s going to make fun of-”
Chris twisted and struggled as Zach rambled, pacing back and forth and the green climbing enthusiast paused, heart racing, and followed his movements. He was totally at his mercy, held down in a chair, already horny, and somehow this was making it worse. Chris was, unfortunately, discovering some unusual things about himself. The tightness of the robotic grip, the distracting image of an enemy he was admittedly extremely attracted to right now, and
dammit don’t pace while you’re talking it’s showing off EVERY inch of your dick in those tight pants-
“And Ill never hear the end of it from donita and-” Zach rolled his eyes. “Are you even LISTENING?” He pushed a hand to the back of the chair Chris was tied to and suddenly he was as acutely aware of the startled hitch Chris gave when he inhaled. He looked at him with a creased brow, taking in the sight of his nervous and decidedly blushing captive and then slowly his eyes widened as his eyebrows raked upwards. “Are- are you-
?!”
GOD HE’S SO CLOSE-
WHY was this affecting Chris so much? And NOW of all times! He felt a little bit stupid….
But now that his libido was hungry, his mind was supplying all the naughty ways this could happen, all the ways this could be forbidden and how fucking delicious that felt to be at the mercy of the person making his dick pulse in his shorts.
But Zach’s own cheeks pinked as he looked down at Chris from where he was leaning and took a moment to examine him in return, now acutely aware of how little his own outfit actually hid from the younger Kratt brother. His eyed trailed down to the tent in his shorts and a shiver crawled up his spine, sending goosebumps along his back and arms. “Holy shit…”
Chris was good looking. Zach had always jealously thought so. Martin often got remarks on his looks but Chris was very easy on the eyes and his unyielding optimism and devotion to his job was attractive in its own infuriating way. The green always did suit him; it made him look like he was part of the forest and Zach was always reluctant to admit it was nice. It was especially frustrating when Donita got to have fun with Martin all the time and he was stuck pushing any raunchy thoughts away because there was zero chance.
But now… now Chrtis was sitting there, wrists trapped, dick interested, and suddenly the devastated sound to his tone hearing Zach wanted to disrupt the show made so much sense.
There WAS a chance~
“I um- can you let me go? Please?” Chris shifted in his seat, trying very very desperately to hide his
raging boner a
nd failing.
For a moment, Zach stepped back and turned to keep his back to Chris, staring down in thought. So many possibilities mulled over in his mind. He chanced another glance backwards and Chris froze when his intense gaze landed on him. “Do you
actually
like what you see?”
There was such a seriousness to his question and Chris grew even more red, cheeks burning. “I came to see you-” He admitted, his panic turning into rapidfire babbling. “I just- I didn’t know you modeled, I didn’t know you’d look so- and it’s very distracting- I need to- I just wanted to ask why you never wore- and then the pants and- I didn’t know you had your ears pierced- or that your freckles were still- I mean- I didn’t- I just-
dammit-
let me go, I need to-” It was incredibly hard to think when one was panicking and also horny and on the spot.
Zach’s lips curled into a devious sneer. Clearly the light bondage of the Zachbots holding him in place wasn’t helping his
little friend’s
interest. He sauntered closer and easily slid one leg over Chris’s, seating himself comfortably on his lap. “I could do whatever I want with you~” He said, grin turning wicked. “I could grab all my hornets and release them right now and you’d have no way to stop me.” He walked his fingers along his chest, and Chris made a soft keening noise, trying to struggle free again. “I could strip you bare and decorate you with this stupid glitter dust; doll you up and push you out on stage….. Or….. I could pop open that zipper-” He said, dragging his hips in a circle and Chris gasped and screwed his eyes shut, the movement pressing on his trapped dick. “And take a peek at your unfortunately timed, little friend~”
Chris snapped his eyes open and stared at Zach as he rested his hand on his abdomen just above where Chris wanted it most. Zach had said it tentatively and with a hint of curiosity that Chris wasn’t expecting. He had to steady his breathing and finally made up his mind. Zach was not letting up, gently rocking his hips back and forth just enough to be tormenting and Chris curled his hands into fists, wishing he could get free, wishing he could pin him to the wall or the vanity or-
something.
“Zach-” Chris breathed, voice a lot more rough than he intended and Zach chuckled, which made it all the worse. “I came to talk to you-” He groaned when Zach leaned back and grinned, pushing his hands down to Chris’s hips. “I-
fuck-
when did you get so hot?! I could
devour
you…..
”
It was Zach’s turn to blush and he scanned Chris for hints of deception. This was just kind of lighthearted teasing, a moment to revel in the discomfort of an unintentional boner but that's not what it sounded like. It sounded genuine and it sent a thrill racing through Zachs chest. He didn’t expect to get anywhere. It wasn’t the first time he’d flirted with Chris, it was just the only time so far he’d even
noticed.
But Chris looked
determined
now. Zach’s usually exhausted eyes brightened. “You’re serious?!”
“Please let me
fuck you.”
“Woah…” He snapped his fingers and the Zachbots let go of Chris’s hands, leaning in closer before he could push him away. “You
mean
that?”
Chris watched his whole face, usually scowling and exhausted and frustrated, turn to pure, open hopefulness. But it was fragile around the edges, like if Chris said the wrong thing it might shatter him.
Chris might be horny but he was a gentleman and he moved his hands to gently cup Zach’s face. “I’m not going to lie, this is the weirdest thing that’s ever happened but you look fucking fire in those hotpants-” He managed a grin and Zach looked bewildered.
“I don’t know what to say-”
“First time for everything.” Chris mused and Zach glared at him but he yelped when Chris heaved himself forward and snaked his arms around him, dragging them closer so their chests were firmly together. He slid a hand down to cup Zach’s ass and now it was his turn to blush darkly and fight to keep composure. “And you taunted my ‘little friend’ for long enough. Get out of those damned hot pants-”
Zach’s hands flew to his belt faster than a cheetah’s bolt, scrambling to do as he was told. Chris didn’t let him take them off fully,
knowing this was incredibly risky. The door was unlocked, there were people everywhere and if his mother or Martin came back that would be the death of them, but genuinely it was
thrilling.
Chris found the struggle more and more frustrating and finally he shoved his hands away and undid the rest of the belt clasp himself, loosening it enough to open the zipper and lo and behold, Zach was just as hard as he was trapped in those tight pants as he guided him out and grinned. “You’re a little liar-” Chris said as he dragged him closer in for a kiss and Zach mmphed a response into his throat. “Uh uh-” Chris mumbled, parting. He licked his lips and looked at him. “You’ve been hiding all these cute freckles under emo foundation? And keeping your piercings hidden? How very dare you.”
“
Goth
foundation, rat-” He glared, breathless and leaning in for more. The next sentence that followed was said through kisses. “And I can only- wear what I want on-” He gasped as Chris gripped both of their dicks together in his hand and the two started rocking. “Hnnng- on business holidays-” He whined and chewed on his lower lip when he started rocking more intently into the rhythm of Chris’s upward motions. They were going to ruin this outfit and he didn’t fucking care.
“Your brother’s gonna kill me-” He pressed his head into Chris’s shoulder, trying to find a better grip to get more leverage to grind into Chris’s dick. Both were hard as diamonds and Zach, quite the messy fuck, Chris would realize, drooled copious amounts of pre onto his hand, creating a delightfully slippery lube over time.
“If we’re caught we’re both dead-” Chris grinned into his ear. “And isn’t that fun~?”
“Don't fucking remind-” He squeezed Chris's shoulders and arched, knowing this felt entirely too good to drag his dick along Chris's. Fantasies were nothing compared to the real thing and shocked as he was from this actually happening, he was going to make it fucking
count.
Chris was a wild animal. Zach had always thought so. Not just because of the suit, but because of the way he gave into the instincts of the suit and the way he climbed trees like a weird little monkey.
But it was true in more ways than one, apparently. When he dragged his teeth over Zach's bare shoulder, it felt incredible and he moved his hand to the back of Chris's head to fist in his hair, earning a pleased grunt in return. “Bite-” He insisted and Chris made a rough and ecstatic noise in the back of his throat, hand just as caloused from climbing, squeezed their dicks tighter, racing up and down with a practiced grip as his other hand possessively squeezed at Zach's waist.
He bit
hard,
dragging his canines into pale flesh like a wolf keeping its mate still and Zach whimpered, dick pulsing.
Yes yes yes-
The mark wasn't going away anytime soon and Chris sucked the spot, feeling Zach squirm. There was something so delicious about marking him. He held him firmly in place, refusing to let go of his hip, and turned back to swallow his noises with another kiss. Zach breathlessly gasped into his mouth, Chris's tongue doing things he didn't think were possible. It went right to his dick and he ground his balls into Chris's with needy abandon.
They did not last nearly as long as either would have liked, the thrill all too much. Chris was first, spilling with quick and desperate little jolts and Zach was hot on his heels, messier and making all sorts of needy little noises.
Chris leaned back in the chair, panting and he moved his hand up, grinning stupidly. “Fuck you're messy.” He mused, sending that talented tongue over his cum-slicked hand to taste his spoils. Zach rolled his eyes, but leaned down, practically collapsing against him.
“She's gonna kill me when she sees the pants….” He mumbled, wanting nothing more than to sleep for 50 years. Even as black and shiny as they were he was staining it in their mixed cum.
They were so fucked.
Chris chuckled, more energy and stamina than Zach apparently, because he shifted them and pushed Zach into the chair, not bothering to clean either of them up. He grabbed the vacuum and pushed it towards the door, cautiously looking out before hitting the reverse button. Quickly he closed the dressing room door and this time he locked it.
He could hear people gasping in panic as thousands of hornets swarmed out of the container and ended their little show. He grinned. “You know me… I like when animals are free and in the wild.” He looked back at Zach who tiredly panted in the seat. Oh what Chris would give to order those stoic Zachbots around right now.
Because Chris wasn't finished yet, and Zach was looking spent draped against the chair with a grateful look. He grinned and stalked closer, pushing himself into Zach's space.
“You can't be serious-” He whined. “You're still hard?!”
Chris grinned. “You walked around looking hot all day.” He grabbed one of the shawls on display and used it to clean himself up, moving to help Zach do the same. Wouldn't behoove wither of them to get all crusty and gross.
But Chris was still eager.
Martin had always been jealous of his ability to go more than once.
Zach swallowed, spent. “I don't- fuck- I don't think I can-”
“Don't worry.” Chris pulled him up and into his arms. “I'm patient.” he mused and kissed him again. “You can tell me all about your goth foundation and we can wait for you to gain interest again while warming my dick.”
Zach blushed bright red and his dick pulsed once. It would take time but the very idea was intriguing.
Good lord what did he get himself into…..
“Your brother’s gonna look for you….” He swallowed.
“Then I'll just have to take you with me.” Chris dragged the belt out of Zach's pants loops and gave him a grin full of mischief. “Let's see how you like being captured, hm? It's only
fair.”
“Fuck-” He held his wrists out.
He should have worn tight pants a
long
time ago.