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-Where have all the good men goneAnd where are all the gods?Where’s the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed?Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need-Violet knew she pushed herself too hard when her body ached and holding transference was getting harder and harder to do. Sure, hers was stronger than her younger but that didn’t mean she had the stamina. The Scaldra were relentless and it seemed there was no end in sight. She just needed a minute to breathe -- one measly minute was all she asked -- but it wasn’t in the cards for her.Pain ricocheted up her spine, the bullet hitting her metal shell -- but the damage had been done -- the vibrations pushing her hold to nearly breaking. With a great heave, she bullet-jumped upward to the top of the buildings and collapsed in a heap. Thunder rolled in the distance, a summer storm on the way and there wasn’t time to waste. The thought of taking another step was abhorrent to her muscles, they spasmed uncontrollably causing her to fall back down to her knees.“Oi, what are you doing out there?” Arthur’s voice came through loud and clear on her coms and she decided to ignore him. “Storms coming, you should be heading back.”Violet stood on shaky legs using the frame’s energy to propel her forward, more Scaldra seemed to come out of every alleyway like ants from a hill. Reloading her weapons, she pushed Rhino through them like a wrecking ball, stomping the crowd and making it easier for her to pop off the enemies one by one.More came, it was agonizing, the exhaustion, the need to get away.Rain pummeled the ground, fat drops cascading in a heavy curtain, thunder rolling.She knew the only way out was through, but she was practically spent with nothing more to give. Silly her to say she could handle it with three hours of sleep and a small snack for lunch.-Somewhere after midnight, in my wildest fantasySomewhere just beyond my reachThere’s someone reaching back for meRacing on the thunder, rising with the heatIt’s gonna take a Superman to sweep me off my feet-In the distance, rising above the thunder, the sound of an atomicycle barreling through the streets echoed off the buildings. Her eyes wide as it got closer and closer to her position wondering who Arthur could’ve sent when she didn’t answer her kinepage.The bike drifted around the corner, Arthur on the back of it, face a mask of rage wet with rain and dirty mist from the street. His good eye was dark, the green nearly black as he reached behind him for his gun.At that moment, thunder in the sky, rain pouring down on top of them, his hair weighed down by water, atomicycle burning out in a circle, weapon firing in a flash-fire blaze -- she knew then she was utterly and irrevocably in love with this man, and nothing could keep her from him.The Scaldra fell all around them, smoke twisting in the air from the barrel of his gun, and she felt small even in her Rhino, compared to him. Arthur grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the back of his bike, and she went willingly, too tired to argue.-Up where the mountains meet the heavens aboveOut where the lightning splits the seaI would swear that there’s someone somewhere, watching meThrough the wind and the chill and the rainAnd the storm and the FloodI can feel his approach like a fire in my blood-“What the hell were you thinking?” He rounded on her as soon as they skidded to a halt in the mall garage. “Why didn’t you answer?”“There were too many.” Violet looked down at her feet, unwilling to meet his gaze and see his disappointment. “I wasn’t expecting it.”“You got lucky I was available.” Arthur growled. “What if I hadn’t been? What if everyone had been out today doing something?”“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I would’ve just been late.”“Or dead.”“I don’t think I can die permanently.” Violet looked at him seriously, eyes still well-hidden behind her Rhino.“How about we don’t find that out any time soon, eh?” He stepped closer.“Not intentionally.”“Not ever.”She felt herself grow heavy, transference breaking, and she fell out of Rhino and into Arthur. Violet couldn’t focus on anything except for his warmth -- his voice was distant, like he was shouting from a mountain, words barely registering in her ears before she just passed out.XXXXxShe came to in her bed in the backroom, eyes a bit blurry, but as things finally took shape she saw Arthur on the couch in the corner, arm slung over his eyes, body laying longways on the cushions. Did he carry her here? If he was asleep how long had she been out of it? Last she remembered was passing out in the garage, so if he was there then it meant at least a day.Violet took time to observe his sleeping form, studying the protoframe and satisfying her curiosity. Making herself invisible, she padded across the room to him and sat on the coffee table in front of his form. Arthur was so beautiful, and he didn’t realize it. Thick and muscled, the helminth strain making him broad, strong and hot. Her eyes wandered from his chest to his abs, down his thick thighs and muscled calves.She wondered which parts of him could be removed or if it was all permanent. Wondered if he even could give her what she craved, if under that armor was -- Violet stared at the seam of his groin plating, licking her lips unconsciously, her face hot just thinking about it.Biting back a sigh, Violet felt her cloak almost over, so she went back to bed before he woke and saw her staring at him like a weirdo. She knew that image of him would be burned into her mind for days to come. A shuffle came from the couch and her eyes once again wandered over his form, watching his body move, a soft groan coming from his lips, arm falling away from his face. His graying hair was a bit tussled as he turned his face slightly away from her. Her fingers itched to slowly push the strands away from his face, caress his stubbled jaw, feel the coarse hairs on her skin.His leg shifted, knee bent to rest against the couch, hand resting on his stomach as he released another groan, then a moan that sounded so sinful to her ears it made her core clench. What was he dreaming about? Arthur’s other leg slid to the floor, spreading his legs wide, arching his hips and Violet pressed her hands to her mouth to stop from making an audible whine at the display. She shouldn’t be watching this, but her eyes were glued to the scene, his hips rolled up again, mouth open on a growl, his other arm sliding behind his head to grip the couch arm behind him, pillow bunching under his head.Violet panted behind her hands, the seam around his groin had a bulge beneath it, his hips moving again, that hand on his stomach stayed there but the fingers twitched, his eyes were rapidly moving under his eyelids, the dream intense. Another growl, his foot on the couch digging in as he panted roughly, thrusting upwards into nothing causing the couch to squeak beneath him. Arthur heaved a breath, pushing the air out harshly between clenched teeth, biting his lips, rumbling purr in his chest as his hips rolled quicker, his seam parting slowly and she found herself transfixed by the sight.She definitely shouldn’t be watching this, yet her body wouldn’t move, eyes wouldn’t close, fixated on his movements, his pleasure --“Violet…” His voice was heavy with need, her name growled hotly in the open air. “Let me taste you… Gods, let me slide my tongue through your slick, swollen quim. Want you to ride my face, fucking drown me.” Her eyes widened -- ride his face? A blush settled on her cheeks, pussy clenching at his dirty talk -- surprised that he was dreaming of her when he’d never really given any indication that he was interested that way. The seam on his groin parted a little more, sweat on his brow, his body still deep in sleep as he panted roughly.“Fuck, love -- swear to Sol you’ll be the death of me.” That hand on his stomach clenches and unclenches, hips rocking into nothing. “Want you so damn badly, need to be in you, shag you fucking good.”Violet rubbed her thighs together watching as his cock slid free into the open air, face flooded with heat as it bobbed with each roll of his hips, the uniqueness of it, thick and heavy, standing proud between his thighs, the swell of the base, the whole entire thing coated translucent blue and leaking onto his groin.“You’re it for me, Sweetness.” His confession shocked her to her core.The groan that left his lips was sharp, aching, hungry. Suddenly his eyes shot open, and she had to make herself look asleep quickly before he oriented himself to waking. Violet watched him through slitted eyes as he looked around the room and then down at his weeping cock.“Fuck.” He said softly before looking over at her. His body shook as he willed his cock back into his seam, hand raking through his disheveled hair.The whispered word hung in the air between them as he sat up on the couch, head in his hands, clearly distraught.Violet debated on just letting him know she was awake though with the way his body was tight he might’ve already knew. So, she slowly sat up watching as his eyes met hers and he blew out an anxious breath. “Tell me you’re just now waking up.” His voice was hoarse in both embarrassment and longing.“No.” She replied simply. “I think we should talk.”“I hate myself more than you ever could.”“I don’t hate you, Arthur.” A soft sigh escaped her as she pushed the blankets down her legs and got up.“I’m not normal.”“Neither am I.” She shrugged, sitting on the coffee table across from him. “Here I thought that you just didn’t want me that way or couldn’t. But the kavat is out of the box now and there’s no use trying to put it back in.”“You deserve someone better than a broken soldier who could succumb to this madness at any time.” He looked down at his hands and she took them in her own.“Why don’t you let me decide what I deserve?” Violet felt his metaling thumbs softly graze her knuckles. “You can’t stop me from caring for you -- loving you.”“You’re crazy. But don’t change your mind.” He chuckled. “Are you sure you want this? Want me?”“Yes.” She smiled.“Fuck it.” Arthur leaned in, pulling her into his lap on the couch and holding her close. “You and me, love.”He kissed her softly at first, hand in her hair, fingers twirling around the strands and she moaned at his tenderness. But then he deepened it, his arms clutching her closer, his lips and tongue hungry for her. Violet whined into his mouth as his tongue danced with hers, the slick muscle stroking along her own with a grace and fluidity that betrayed his strength. His hand slid down her back, grabbing her ass and pushing their hips together.Arthur growled into her mouth, rolling his plated seam into her groin, the rumbling making her ache as she felt every inch of him against her. She trembled knowing what was under it and that it was all for her and her alone. You’re it for me, sweetness. The words from his dream echoed in her mind as she held him tighter, kisses growing sloppier, his growls getting deeper.He pulled back for air, panting breaths filling the quiet room as he lifted her into his arms and then dropped her on the bed. His fingers worked off his belts and straps, pouches and clips, dropping them to the floor at his feet. Gloves tossed aside. Arthur reached for her, metallic hands grabbing each side of her top and ripping it down the middle. Violet mourned her shirt briefly before he was on her, his mouth sucking her nipple, nipping at her breast, fingers teasing the sensitive skin.She clutched at his head, fingers tangling in his graying hair, a moan of his name as he slowly drug his fangs up her chest to her shoulder.“Yes…” Violet hissed through clenched teeth as he continued to tease and bite. Gods, did he love to bite. Nipping and kissing, licking and sucking. He was going to leave marks, but she found herself uncaring just as long as he didn’t stop his attention.“Gods you’re fucking slick -- you smell so damn good.” He groaned against her stomach as he trailed kisses down to the top of her tights. “Need to taste you -- suck you clean until you give me more.”Those tights met the same fate of her shirt, ripped from her body by his unnatural strength, tossed somewhere behind him as he eased himself between her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the bed to kneel on the floor, and gave her aching heat a long lick of his tongue. He teased her mercilessly, sucking her clit, licking her, diving his tongue deep inside until she was a writhing, heaving mess.He grunted and growled, animalistic and feral, words devolved to sounds of pleasure.And then she fell over the edge as he opened his mouth wide, tongue diving in deep, his thumb brushing her clit over and over until she crashed like waves on the shore. He gave her one last slow lick before reaching down to grab something to wipe his face -- the discarded glove took one for the team.“Last chance to tell me to stop.” Arthur’s voice was rough and aching as he roved over her, his green eye so dark it was nearly black, and she shivered at the intensity in his gaze. His knees pushed her thighs apart, his cock was already out and so wet it dripped on her thighs and mound. He took it in hand, rubbing the head through her folds before settling right at her opening.“Please.” She whined, hands grabbing his hips, nails biting into the armored flesh and he purred before slowly sinking into her.The feeling was like nothing she’d ever known as he gradually let her accommodate to him, giving her inch after inch with slow, sure thrusts of his hips before he was fully buried inside of her.“Mine.” He growled against her shoulder before his fangs were digging into her skin, swordsteel points striking true, mouth holding her shoulder as he started to thrust strongly inside of her, clutching her to his chest, other arm tilting her hips upwards into his thrusts and she couldn’t speak -- it was too good. Between his deep, searching thrusts and him sucking on the bite he just made -- Violet whined in the back of her throat, feeling him holding back just enough to get her there first -- she could feel it in the tension of his muscles, just the bunching of him against her.So she let go, crying out, clutching at his shoulders -- and he swelled inside of her, something locking them together as he moaned her name, releasing her shoulder to keep pushing deep, slightly fighting the resistance before he growled and collapsed atop her.“Fuck.” He panted roughly, rolling them so she was on top while he calmed down. “Never letting you out of my sight.”“Never?”Arthur swatted her ass with a laugh. “Keep it up, trouble, and I’ll tie you down.”“Promises, promises.”“Mmm, later.”-He’s gotta be strong, and he’s gotta be fastAnd he’s gotta be fresh from the fightI need a hero-