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The Metro was truly a wondrous feat of engineering. It was the best way to go across the sprawling city in a pinch, rich velvet seats and plush carpets providing only the most decadant of journies- rumoured to be designed to the specifications of the Eternal Aurora herself. It was truly a shame, Victor thought idly, sprinting through the carriages, that he wasn't going to enjoy the facilities himself tonight. He skidded to a halt as he entered the next one, ignoring the scattered gasps from the few passengers as he took a quick second to collect himself, turning his head to check behind him for any pursuers. At the end of the carriage he just left, he spied a pair of robotic Enforcers emerging, following the trail of pamphlets he had been leaking at a brisk pace. Victor swore under his breath, hands gripping his messenger bag as he resumed his escape. The further he got to the back of the train, the less passengers there were, but not enough that he didn't clip them as he ran past, indignant yells and tuts echoing in his ears as he rammed his way past them. It wasn't the first impression Victor would have liked them to get of him, hopeful that some would pick up one of the leaflets he was leaving behind… but he couldn't afford to nudge his way past them politely. Besides, his mission tonight wasn't simply to spread his own brand of propaganda. In fact, he was simply a distraction. His earpiece crackled as he barrelled into the next carriage, a familiar voice filling Victor's ears as he continued to sprint. “Good news, Paperboy; Auditorium's got the drive,” Patricia drawled, the faint sound of her fingers stabbing into computer keys audible in the background. “He still needs time to get out, though, so keep heading down.”Victor grinned, leaping over scattered luggage as he kept making his way down… this must be some sort of storage carriage, then. “Roger that, Tabloid,” he responded breathlessly, feeling a few wayward drops of sweat starting to collect under his visor. He always felt a giddy rush of excitement when they all used their call signs, like it was all some kind of elaborate game between kids playing rebels. “Any plans to get me out of here afterwards too?”He heard a scoff from the other end, loud and clear as he slammed open another door, continuing into the next carriage. “Should be a chute waiting for you at the end of the train- the thing we told you to leave Wick to guard, remember?” Patricia asked, and Victor could just hear the grin in her voice as she continued without waiting for an answer. “The train will be going over a bridge in about… 10 minutes. Fortunately for you, they have yet to figure out a way to get Enforcers to fly. Hope you like heights.” With a final crackle, the line dropped, leaving Victor to roll his eyes with a groan. Why did the journalist keep insisting on giving him the daring escapes, instead of William; the guy with the literal rocket shoes? Ah well. The mission was nearly over at this point, Victor speeding through the next few carriages, leaflets fluttering in the air behind him as he went. The sound of the Enforcers behind him were getting closer and closer, heavy boots thundering as they pursued the rebel newsboy through the train, but Victor wasn't worried. It was a clear shot to the final few carriages, and then to the caboose…The sudden sound of frantic barking made Victor stop in his tracks, boots skidding against the luxurious carpet as he ground to a halt, panting hard. He would recognise those barks anywhere, but he had never heard Wick sound so scared before. With his blood boiling, Victor resumed his frantic pace towards the final carriage, bursting in with his fangs exposed.At the end of the caboose, all grouped up in front of the door, was a hoard of Enforcers- way more than the measly two that had chased him all the way down from the front of the train, where he lured them away so Luca could sneak into the train driver’s cabin unhindered. As he burst in, they all turned to face him, though much to Victor’s chagrin he couldn’t find his little partner at all. Paperboy wasn’t a fighter. That role was left to their Neon Vanguard; hell, even Jose was more qualified to throw a punch than him. But within that sea of Enforcers, Victor’s heart ached as he heard another cry from Wick, and he knew he had to do something. He felt himself slip into a sloppy fighting stance, vaguely trying to imitate some posture he’d seen William do during his workouts. “Picking fights with defenceless puppies now?” he sneered, raring to burst into the fray, not caring if he himself got captured as long as he could wrestle Wick free…“Oh, it’s not the mutt we have an issue with,” a familiar voice drawled, and Victor could barely conceal the sudden shiver that coursed through his body. The sea of robotic police officers parted, a steady clink-clink of metal upon metal sounding as a towering figure emerged from the fray. “Rather, I require a word with its owner. You wouldn’t happen to know who this belongs to, would you?”Ithaqua’s wolfish grin was visible from where his half-mask cut off, exposing each of his sharp teeth as he stopped mere steps away from Victor. Metal stilts made the man appear much taller than he naturally was, but few ever got the privilege of seeing the feared officer without them- many members of their little resistance had fallen victim, never being able to outrun or hide from the Enforcer when he was called in to deal with something. Clad in the stylish but brutish uniform of the Metropolis peacekeepers, he fit right in with the rest of the high-risers…And in his arms, sharp iron claws clutched a struggling boston terrier, and Victor bared his own teeth in response- Wick! As much as the Head Enforcer’s overpowering presence made Victor want to slink back, turn and run away with his tail between his legs, the paperboy forced himself to stand his ground. His stance had relaxed slightly, but he still glared defiantly up at Ithaqua, eyes twitching furiously underneath his visor. “Maybe I do… let me have a closer look and see?” the paperboy sneered, a stray bead of sweat dripping off the edge of his visor and onto the floor.Unlike their leader, the robotic Enforcers that crawled the streets of Metropolis were purely metal. They were never alive, were never actual people , always ready and alert to serve the Eternal Aurora and her cronies. At Victor’s taunt, the group started moving forward, ready to back up their leader… but Ithaqua held up his hand, stopping them in their tracks.The pair stared each other down for a few moments, neither daring to move in the stalemate. But then Ithaqua cocked his head at Victor, narrowing his eyes with that same stupid grin as he gently deposited Wick on the floor. The little dog growled and struggled despite the odd gentleness of the Enforcer, immediately bounding off to his master when his paws hit the ground, pressing himself against Paperboy’s boot with a whine. Victor let go of a breath he didn’t even realise he was holding, eyes softening as he dared to take a second to lean down slightly and give his beloved pet a quick scratch behind the ears. A quick once-over showed that Wick hadn’t come to any harm and those eyes were back up, glaring daggers at Ithaqua. The Enforcer just watched the scene with a casual smirk, one hand resting dangerously on his signature metal staff. The gesture wasn’t lost on Victor- he wasn’t being done a favour out of the kindness of his heart. And there were only a few very specific ways that Ithaqua liked to be repaid. He hoped that his visor hid the faint redness that was starting to appear across his cheeks.“Well then, this certainly makes things a lot easier, doesn’t it?” Ithaqua hummed, tilting his head, still wearing that stupid grin on his face. “I’ve got strict orders to take you in, Paperboy. The Aurora seems to rather enjoy your little tabloid, and is rather interested to know your sources.” The Enforcer takes a few more tantalising steps closer, alongside the gaggle of robotic officers behind him.Before Victor can retort, he is startled as the carriage doors behind him crash open, eyes widening as the two Enforcers following him from the start finally catch up. The paperboy freezes, heart beating frantically as he realises an upsetting truth.He’s cornered. For the first time in his career as ‘Paperboy’, hell, for the first time in his life , he’s been actually fucking cornered. Victor swallowed thickly, his eyes darting desperately around the carriage looking for any way out of his situation. C’mon, think! It had just been him and Luca on the field, with Patricia working their comms from a pretty far distance. Plus, it was as she had said to him before this whole mess started; Victor was only the distraction. He hadn’t been privy to the entire plan, in the chance he was caught, but Luca had been pretty eager to get his hands on something being transported on this train. From the lack of distress signals down his comms, it was probably safe to say he had succeeded.But what now? Luca’s priority was to get whatever he was after off the train, and Patricia was simply too far away to do anything. Victor bit his lip, a cold chill running down his spine. There was no way he was getting out of this. Unless…He looked back up at Ithaqua, and though his eyes were covered by the visor, he hoped the Head Enforcer understood his plea for mercy. It would hardly be the first time one of them had… subtly helped the other out of a sticky situation. And if Victor knew anything about the other man, he would be delighted at the prospect of being owed an even bigger favour in return. The Enforcer was still talking, but as if he had read the paperboy’s mind, Ithaqua suddenly jerked his head to the left- a movement that looked like a simple mechanical twitch to his fellow Enforcers, but as Victor followed the motion… it pointed him in the direction of the only window in the carriage; left open just enough to invite a small breeze into the cabin as it whisked through Metropolis.Victor swallowed down a curse. He was never taking a fucking train again after this."...So are you going to come quietly? Or make us take some more... permanent measures to ensure you can't run away from us again?" Ithaqua continued, his smile still playing on his lips. Even if the rest of the officers flanking him were human, they’d never be able to tell by looking that their Head Enforcer just gave the elusive Paperboy a free escape ticket. Victor sucked in a breath, narrowing his eyes as he took one final look around him, assessing his odds.The Enforcers flanked him on either side, their mechanical hands poised to seize him at a moment's notice. Their cold, metallic gazes drilled into him, making his skin crawl beneath his layers of clothing. He didn’t have his chute, still stored away snugly at the very back of the caboose, but Victor figured that Ithaqua must have some sort of plan in mind to make sure he survived the fall. Outside the window, the supports of the grand bridge whisked by. There would be no time at all until the train was safely on the other side. It was now or never.He bent down quickly, whisking Wick into his arms before flashing the crowd of Enforcers with a dazzling grin. "Afraid I’ve got plans already… but I’ll catch you next fall!”In a lightning flash of motion, he made his move, racing for the window as Wick grunted in his arms. Ithaqua cried out a harsh command to seize him, the Enforcers surging forward with gears grinding and metal screeching in a cacophony of movement, but they simply weren’t fast enough.As a clawed hand snatched at his vest, Victor leaped and wrenched the window open wide, a gush of frigid night air hitting his face and whipping his blond locks wildly as he notched one foot on the sill. With a final, desperate burst of strength and agility, Victor threw himself out into the black void beyond, Wick snug in his arms as the rushing wind roared in his ears. They plummeted downwards with breathtaking speed, the glittering lights of Metropolis blurring into a smear of neon and steel below.Tumbling through space and shadow, the unyielding paperboy dared to smile grimly under his visor, knowing he was safe from being dragged back to the Eternal Aurora, locked up and interrogated until he gave away the secrets of the resistance. But the Head Enforcer of Metropolis always came to collect on his debts… no doubt he’d be paying for his escape in the typical way Ithaqua enjoyed.He tried to shake away the thoughts, a faint blush settling over his cheeks. ‘Focus on surviving the fall, Victor. Then you can focus on surviving whatever the hell he’s going to do to you this time.’ It was a long way to fall off the grand Metropolis bridge. It was about halfway down when intrusive thoughts set in, Victor terrified that Ithaqua just tricked him to plunge to his doom , when a sudden harsh wind tugged at him. The sheer power of the gale was unnatural, making him yelp and almost drop Wick, but Victor managed to keep hold of his beloved dog as he continued to careen wildly towards the ground. Before he hit it hard, the wind softened- cushioning him as it let him gently off into a random alleyway with an underwhelming thunk.The landing wasn’t entirely clean, Victor stumbling forward with uneven steps as he was deposited on the ground. He fell to his knees, taking a moment to let Wick go before stumbling forward, breathing hard as the little dog yipped and bounded back to lick his master's face. “At least one of us enjoyed the ride, huh?” he asked, shaking his head with a chuckle as Wick barked excitedly. After a few moments he hauled himself back to his feet, leaning against the alleyway wall with a deep sigh. Where even had he been dropped? The air smelled of machine oil and smoke, as always, but with an underlying hint of salt too… the dockside?Oh, well. It hardly mattered now, didn’t it? As much as Victor wanted to dart off to the rendezvous point he’d agreed upon with Patricia, he was obligated to stay put. Though he had no idea how, Ithaqua would find his way here soon… better to get their little deal over with first. The Enforcer could hold a grudge for days, and it was no doubt not the last time Victor would need to rely on him to get him out of a sticky situation.He rested his head against the wall with a groan, turning his eyes up to keep watch on the sky. Despite all his grandstanding, though, Victor felt a pleasant heat start to spread through his body, mind wandering to the way that damned Enforcer uniform hugged all the right places…There is absolutely no way he is looking forward to getting fucked in this alleyway by his worst enemy, he told himself. No way in hell . While outwardly Ithaqua had schooled his face into a mask of rage, furiously barking orders to the rest of the Enforcers to get off at the next stop and spread out to search for the escaped rebel, he was only just barely holding back a feverish grin. It seems this mission wasn’t a complete waste of time after all. He turned to the officer next to him, snapping at him harshly."Get some officers below us, at the docks. I'll pursue on foot."Before the officer could ask (in that useless robotic way they always did) how the Head Enforcer was going to follow from such a sheer drop, Ithaqua dove out of the window, plummeting after Victor at a breathtaking speed. Unlike the paperboy’s inelegant tumbles, this was Ithaqua’s domain , his very element; he twisted his body into a perfect dive, soaring smoothly through the air with a serene expression. Years of experience had dampened the initial rush of adrenaline that came with such daring use of his power, but Ithaqua couldn’t resist a giddy laugh as he spread out his arms, delighting in the rush of the wind through his fingers as he got closer to the ground.It was a mystery to the higher-ups how exactly Ithaqua was able to harness the power of the wind. A mystery that had nearly ended with him on the operating table, picked at by doctors and mystics alike, desperate to find the reason this random undercity mutt could strike out on his own. He had been saved by the Eternal Aurora just before the knife fell; pledged to her service as the leader of her robotic officers in return, with a promise to stop asking questions and elevate him to the levels of her and her compatriots if he played nice . It was far more than Ithaqua had expected, and it was nearly enough to make him completely loyal to her cause.Nearly.Ithaqua sailed neatly through the air, hopping gracefully onto the cobbles of the dark alleyway with a satisfying clink-clink of his stilts. He looked around expectantly, pupils dilating as he caught sight of his paperboy waiting for him, leaning nonchalantly against the wall of the alleyway. The Head Enforcer smirked, taking a few casual steps towards him."And here I was worried you were going to keep running, tail between your legs," he teased, idly flexing his hands around his metallic staff. "I’m flattered that you’re still so desperate for me, Paperboy.”As Ithaqua approached, his stilts giving him an intimidating height advantage, Victor felt a thrill run through him that had nothing to do with the narrow escape he had just survived. He tilted his chin up defiantly, his visor glinting in the dim light of the alleyway as he met Ithaqua's gaze."Desperate? For what, the thrill of nearly breaking my neck?" he shot back, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "I think you overestimate your own charms, Ithaqua .” He pushed off from the wall, turning to face Ithaqua directly as he slunk closer to him. Wick growled softly at his side, but Victor silenced him with a gentle pat on his furry head. The little dog wasn’t the biggest fan of his romantic choices, but he was going to have to deal with it if he wanted his master to continue to get off scot free. "You're going to get us caught, you know," Victor murmured, his voice low and pitched for Ithaqua's ears alone. "The more you keep sabotaging missions to let me escape… the sooner the Aurora’ll catch on.”It was a weak argument, and the both of them knew it- but Victor always said it regardless, loving the subtle way that Ithaqua’s jaw set at the scenario, the way he growled as he stalked ever-closer to him. The Enforcer reached out, pulling Victor flush against him with a surprised yelp. Ithaqua immediately went to pepper kisses along his jaw, but sighed in annoyance as Wick kept barking, biting at his metal stilt in an attempt to save his owner’s honour."Send your dog away," he grumbled, his hands dropping lower to grope at Victor's backside, ignoring the smaller man’s indignant gasps. "It's ruining the mood, and don’t think I haven’t noticed you've been avoiding missions where you're alone…” He punctuated the last word with a pinch, relishing in the way Victor jumps against him, his cute little cheeks flushed with a dark red. “I've been aching to fuck you for weeks , newsie."Victor cursed under his breath, reluctantly parting from the embrace the Head Enforcer had on him to bend down to Wick’s level. “Alright, alright boy…” he murmured, soothing the dog with gentle pats and a small smile before pointing to the mouth of the alley. “Go on, Wick. I’ll be alright. Just… just wait for me there, okay?”Wick whined softly, seemingly not wanting to part from his beloved owner as he nuzzled his head into Victor’s outstretched hand. But he eventually obeyed, trudging his way towards the mouth of the alley with a longing glance back at his master, before he finally vanished from sight. With the little dog gone, Victor straightened up and turned his attention back to Ithaqua. Hidden underneath the visor, his eyes were dark and hazed with unmistakable arousal, and he thanked his lucky stars that he hadn’t taken it off just yet- he had been teased enough by his ill-fated paramour to last a lifetime.“Is that really all you care about? Fucking me?” Victor asked, his calloused hands drifting up to rest on Ithaqua’s lean chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his uniform. “For your information, you’re not the only one who’s been ‘aching’... but I have responsibilities .”He punctuated his words with a knowing smirk, motioning down to the printing press embedded into his chest. Even though it was not currently in use, the metal was starting to heat up, gears whirring with faint clanks as Victor got steadily more excited. “Besides,” he continued, reaching up to finally pull off his visor, letting his lashes flutter up at Ithaqua, “I thought you didn’t mix business with pleasure? Or did the Aurora give her permission to sleep your way through the rebel ranks for information?”Ithaqua scoffed, pressing Victor back against the wall with a stilt between his legs, an unspoken threat to stay put. “She didn’t,” he says simply, bringing his face even closer to Victor’s with a smile full of teeth. The sight was terrifying, but unlike the others who had seen this face, it only made Victor’s head spin and cock throb with want. “But I don’t kiss and tell. And you won’t, either.”Before Victor can retort, the Enforcer leans in, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. It stole the breath from his lungs, set his body ablaze with need as the paperboy melted against the firm pressure of Ithaqua’s mouth. His own lips moved eagerly against the Enforcers, and he brought up his hands to tangle in the devastatingly silky white strands of Ithaqua’s hair, arching his hips forward in a poor attempt to find anything to relieve his budding arousal.Victor knew he shouldn’t give in, shouldn’t allow himself to be distracted by this man’s charms yet again… but the way Ithaqua kissed him made it impossible to see reason. Impossible to reconcile the fact that he shouldn’t be doing this with the enemy. He just wanted more, more, more .He whined as Ithaqua broke away from the kiss, a faint line of saliva still connecting their lips until he licked it away. “A-and what if I do tell?” he asked, staring defiantly back into the Enforcer’s eyes as he breathed heavily.Ithaqua sneered, eyes crinkling in delight as he watched Victor’s reactions. He had barely even touched him, and he was already breathless. He was clearly pent up… and who was Ithaqua to deny him?His next words were spoken quieter, more sultry, as Ithaqua slowly pressed his stilt further between Victor’s legs. “If you do tell…” he began, so close their noses were nearly touching, “...your team would hand you right over to me. They wouldn’t care that I let you grab valuable intel by virtue of whoring yourself out to me.” Victor shuddered at his words, helplessly grinding his crotch against Ithaqua’s stilt, much to the taller man’s delight. He rewarded him by pressing his stilt even closer as he continued. “They’d abandon you without a second thought, right on my doorstep.”He knew Victor loved this little fantasy... it was a familiar one he would taunt him with, the scenario where he won , and claimed the paperboy as his prize when the resistance was finally destroyed. Ithaqua pressed on, fuelled by Victor’s wanton shudders and whines. "And when the Aurora would say to dump you, after a thorough interrogation for info on your little group, I'd convince her to let me keep you as my own little pet... a reward for my excellent service.” He pressed a quick little kiss on Victor’s cheek, another harsh grind of his stilt making Victor whimper. “I'd keep you, chained and collared in my quarters, waiting for me to come home and fuck you senseless each night as I slowly quash your little rebellion..."The words sent a thrill of fear and forbidden excitement through Victor. They weren't new taunts by any means... but hearing them spoken aloud, the sultry tone dripping with dark promise, made Victor's knees go weak. He gripped Ithaqua tighter, all but clinging to the stronger man to keep himself upright."Y-You're playing a dangerous game," Victor gasped out, continuing to hump against Ithaqua’s stilt even as his body burnt with trepidation and shame. "They'd never abandon me like that... I'm essential to the cause…!" He tried to sound more confident than he felt, but the waver in his voice betrayed him easily, and he knew it as Ithaqua snickered above him.But despite his protests, the mental image of being held prisoner and used so thoroughly by the Head Enforcer after his friends abandoned him sent a spike of shameful arousal through Victor. Being kept as a prized pet, chained up with one of those fancy collars the Metropolis elite use on their pleasure-toys… forced to endure his nightly attentions …Victor groaned in embarrassment, burying his burning face against Ithaqua’s neck to hide the heat of his blush. He hated it. Hated that even here, in this dingy little alleyway, he couldn’t help craving more stimulation, wishing that just for one night his little fantasy could become real . But it couldn’t. The reason Victor fought so hard, the reason everyone fought so hard, was to avoid a future where that could happen. He would just have to take what he could get now… see how far he could convince Ithaqua to go.Emboldened by desire, he dragged his tongue against the side of Ithaqua’s neck, tasting the salt of his skin before whispering harshly against his pulsepoint, “You’ve got no idea what I’m capable of, no idea, hah … how hard I’ll fight you and the Aurora both…”Ithaqua hummed, as if he were actually entertaining Victor's words, while his hands ventured lower down his body. He let out a choked moan below him, his back arching off the wall as Ithaqua’s hands roamed over his body with brazen familiarity. His erection strained against his pants, but Ithaqua was in no hurry- the Enforcers would all be far away, and the alleyway was too dark for any voyeurs to be able to make them out. He had all the time in the world to make Victor pay for avoiding him for so long… And who knew when the next time he would be able to fuck his little paperboy into submission would be?"Oh, I think you've got no idea of what I'm capable of," he smirked, nipping teasingly at Victor's ear as one hand goes towards the paperboy's shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. "If I really wanted to, I could drag you straight to the Aurora right now, let her watch as I split you open. Hell, she'd probably enjoy it... make it into a film, plaster your face everywhere, freeze-framed the moment you cum on my cock. Would you like that?”Victor’s hands clawed at Ithaqua’s shoulders with a whine, gripping hard enough that the Enforcer was sure would leave little crescent imprints on his flesh. The paperboy was shuddering violently, dread and depraved excitement warring within him at the mortifying scenario Ithaqua painted.The image of the Eternal Aurora watching victoriously as Ithaqua claimed him, turning him into a spectacle for all of Metropolis to leer at… it should horrify him, should make him fight and scream and claw with everything in him to get away from the Enforcer. But a dark, shameful part of Victor couldn’t help but squeeze his thighs together as he imagined it; everyone in the city seeing him debase himself on Ithaqua’s cock, seeing him for the wanton slut he was.God, it made him ache . Victor panted harshly, mouth falling open in a silent cry as Ithaqua finally ripped open his shirt. The frigid air bit against his skin, pebbling his nipples into cute little buds as Ithaqua continued to explore his body. He could feel an obscene damp patch start to spread in his boxers, his cock dripping with shameful arousal.“Y-you…” he struggled to form a coherent thought, biting back moans as Ithaqua’s hands touched everywhere but his nipples, every synapse in his brain short-circuiting with need. “You, ugh , wouldn’t dare!”Despite their ongoing arrangement, though, Victor knew with a sense of utter certainty that Ithaqua would absolutely dare. That he would do it in a heartbeat. And some twisted, self-loathing part of him ached to give him the chance.Ithaqua didn't deign to respond to him, his wolfish grin only getting wider as the wind ruffled Victor's undone shirt, exposing his pebbled nipples. The printing press embedded into his chest was warm to the touch, jittering as the gears within span faster and faster. The Enforcer idly pulled and tugged at the rosy buds, cocking his head as he watched Victor whimper and writhe. But it didn’t take long for him to get bored, teasing the paperboy’s chest simply not being enough."I'll fuck you," he decides, stepping away from Victor, a cruel smile tugging at his lips when the paperboy groans in annoyance at the loss of contact. "But I can't be bothered to prep you. Do it yourself, now, in front of me.”The Enforcer leaned back against the opposite wall, idly running a hand over his own crotch. His dark eyes were fixed on Victor with barely-concealed delight, the smaller man staring his own daggers back at him.“You… can’t be serious…” Victor mumbled, despite his trembling hands already moving to undo the fastenings on his slacks. It was so embarrassing, having to debase himself for Ithaqua’s viewing pleasure… but he couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through his mind as he undressed, enjoying the feeling of being under his full scrutiny as he did so.He nearly tripped in his rush to shimmy out of his pants, but Victor managed it without any further humiliation, baring himself to the cool night air. He shuddered as it kissed his cock, making it twitch as it slapped wetly against his belly. He could hear Ithaqua chuckle at the sight, and Victor had to bite his lips to prevent any more scathing remarks coming out. Damn the Enforcer, damn his mouth and fingers for being able to get him hard from just a few kisses and gropes-!Victor turned, facing the wall as he dug for a second in one of his shirt pockets; a hidden one, only accessible from the inside. His face burned as he reached for the small bottle of lube within, uncorking the lid with a pop ! and tipping the contents onto his waiting palm.Ithaqua’s eyebrows raised exponentially at the noise. It takes only a moment for him to figure out what sort of liquid Victor would bother getting out at such a time like this, and his teeth flashed dangerously in the moonlight as he heard Victor start to slather up his fingers. “Ah, so you did take this mission to make sure we were alone, hm? Or is this just how you buy stories to run in your little paper?”Victor whimpered, the taunts running straight to his cock. “N-no… I wasn’t…” he breathed, leaning forward with a hand braced on the wall as he started to spread his legs. “It’s not… for that…”The paperboy bit his lips nearly hard enough to taste blood, fingers shaking as they reached down to spread his asscheeks apart. The puckered hole clenched and fluttered as it was revealed; a tight, wanton pink that made Ithaqua’s cock throb urgently in the confines of his pants. Victor closed his eyes, swallowing thickly as slickened fingers brushed over his rim. He slowly pushed one inside with a hiss, his free hand clawing at the brick wall as the digit sank inside him to the knuckle. Despite being dry for a few weeks, Victor was already aching for more after a few meagre thrusts. He worked in a second finger alongside the first, pumping them in and out of his clenching hole as he tried to loosen himself up. He couldn’t hold back his moans, arching his back whorishly as he finger-fucked himself faster and faster. Victor couldn’t help but imagine it was Ithaqua’s cock sinking into his tight heat, stretching him out until he was sobbing…He smiled giddily at the sound of the Enforcer unzipping his trousers behind him, no doubt getting turned on by Victor’s brazen display. Soon, he thought, taking his other hand off the wall to tug at his nipples. Soon …As Victor continues to work himself open, Ithaqua finally fishes his cock out of his trousers, thick and leaking. Despite how much he wants to jump up and fuck the paperboy silly right then and there, he maintains control over himself; idly stroking and bringing himself to full hardness as he watches Victor keep fucking himself open.He hums as he palms his cock, relishing in the obscene sound of Victor’s slick fingers and moans as he plunges inside himself. It’s truly a delight to watch; the once proud and cocky freedom fighter bent over, whining like a bitch in heat as he grinds down on his own fingers in a grimy alleyway. Under the command of his enemy, no less…“What are you thinking about?” Ithaqua muses, licking his lips as Victor does a particularly fast set of thrusts. “How badly do you need me inside you, Paperboy?”Victor whimpered and trembled as he felt the Enforcer’s hungry gaze rake over his exposed form, drinking in every shameful second of his desperate preparation. “I… I’m thinking about…” his voice dropped to a whisper, face flushing hotly as he voiced what he knew they were both imagining. “How empty I am right now… a-and how full I could be, split open on your cock… stretched out until I can’t even walk …”He thrust his fingers hard and deep, forcing a third digit inside and curling them to brush against that impossible spot within him that made him see stars. Victor’s cock jerked and drooled as he gasped, his arousal dripping disgracefully to the floor between his spread legs. He couldn’t take it anymore; he was ready. And he needed the other man inside him now .“Fuck… fuck, I need it, I need you…” he sobbed, dignity and pride crumbling away as he turned to look at Ithaqua over his shoulder, tears of humiliating want stinging at the corners of his eyes. “Please, please Ithaqua… I need you to fuck me, fucking ruin me…!”The Enforcer didn’t need to be told twice. With practiced speed, Ithaqua snapped off his stilts, abandoning them to the ground as he shot up to pin Victor back against the wall. He grabs the smaller man’s wrists, pulling them up above his head and pinning them there, revelling in the choked cry Victor gives as his fingers are forcefully wrenched out of him, abused hole clenching at its sudden emptiness. “How do you want it then, Victor ?” he croons, grinding his cock between Victor’s cheeks, relishing in the way the paperboy cries underneath him; the way his eyes widen at the sudden use of his true name. “You deserve that much, for a good show…”Keeping Victor’s wrists pinned with a single hand, Ithaqua brings the other down to fondle the swell of his ass, fingers teasing close to his gaping entrance. “...You want me to fuck you from behind, pin you up against this wall like a common whore?” he purred, emphasising his words with a few pointed thrusts, Victor arching back into the sensation with a sob. “Or maybe…”The hand leaves his ass, coming up instead to tilt Victor’s head to the side, teary yellow eyes forced to look at Ithaqua’s own blue ones. He leans in, lips tantalisingly close to the paperboy’s as he continues to tease. “Would you rather I mount you from the front, hold you down to the ground with your legs in the air? Like a dog in heat?”Tears spilled down Victor’s flushed cheeks, blurring his vision as he was forced to hold his gaze with Ithaqua. A stray line of drool slid down his chin, dripping off to splash against his heaving chest as diabolical images flashed through his lust-addled mind. Being bent over and bred like a bitch, Ithaqua slamming into him from behind as he screamed against the cold and unforgiving brick? Or pinned down underneath the Head Enforcer’s powerful body, overwhelmed and overpowered as he is ruthlessly mated into submission? Both scenarios made his cock pulse , and Victor shuddered as Ithaqua licked a line along his jaw, patiently waiting for his choice.“A-ah… yes…” Victor babbled, voice raw and aching with desperation. “I… fuck, I need-!”It was barbaric to make him choose one or the other. He wanted both, to be ruined so badly from all positions and angles… but Victor knew that it was just another product of Ithaqua’s cruelty. The Enforcer needed to keep him wanting, make him come running back to him for more no matter how many times they have their little liaisons with each other.Keep him loyal . Make sure he would never dare to break off their agreement, at risk of losing the best lay he would ever get in his life.Regardless, either way he decided, Victor would be utterly at Ithaqua’s mercy… and fuck , didn’t the thought make his cock throb and jerk against the cold brick wall. In that moment, he didn’t care how he got it, only that he needed it.He made his decision.“You above me, in front,” Victor gasped out, his words barely coherent as he writhed in Ithaqua’s iron grip. “I want… want to see you when you…!”Ithaqua hummed appreciatively, taking a moment to take in the sight of the paperboy drooling and uselessly humping the air, keeping him trapped against the wall. But for all of his restraint, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer… not when Victor had begged so sweetly. He pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, nuzzling their faces together in a way that was almost… romantic ."As you wish," he cooed, before quickly knocking Victor off his feet, wrestling him down onto the ground with a yelp. Victor knew he should have expected it, the Enforcer always raring for an opportunity to use his superior strength against him… but the sheer speed of the takedown left him no time to prepare, distracted by those traitorous thoughts of finally getting split open on a thick cock. He laid there, momentarily stunned as he struggled to get his breath back, but Ithaqua was already on top of him when he came to, eyes raking down his prone form with an appreciative hum.The smaller man’s pants were already off, and his shirt hung open on either side of him, keeping those pert little nipples fully exposed. Ithaqua drank in the sight like a man starved, moving to part and bend his legs… until he paused, remembering something. He looked around briefly until he spotted it; the small bottle of lube, carelessly tipped over on its side.Ithaqua tutted, reaching out to grab it and quickly assess how much it had lost. Fortunately, it wasn’t too much… just enough of the slick liquid remained for him to slather generously across his cock. He looked back at Victor’s face as he lubed himself up, grinning at the way the paperboy was biting his lip, looking at his cock in reverence . “That’s right…” he crooned, taking Victor's legs and bending over him, pressing the paperboy’s knees into his chest to lewdly expose his tight, twitching hole. “Take a good look at what’s going inside you.” His cock flopped lazily against Victor’s own, the cold sensation of the lube making the smaller man wince in discomfort. He gulps, turning his face away from the sight with a furious blush. “Y-you… just, hurry up, please .”Ithaqua giggles, lining up his slicked cock to Victor’s fluttering entrance. "As you wish…" he says, before finally pushing in, an obscene squelching noise reverberating through the alleyway as he bullies his way inside the paperboy’s tight heat. Victor clenches down against him so needily , arching and moaning desperately as the Enforcer sinks down, legs trembling in delight at the delicious feeling of finally being filled. The Enforcer watches in fascination as he sinks further into Victor, biting his lip at all the errant twitches of the paperboy's thighs as he fully hilts himself, eyes rolling back with an open-mouth grin.Victor is desperate, the drenched curls at the apex of Ithaqua’s thighs tickling his stretched rim. Tears streamed freely down his burning cheeks, dripping off his chin to splatter against the freezing floor, a litany of needy, broken moans spilling from his mouth as Ithaqua laves his jaw with that scorching, sinful tongue. “Ithaqua, Ithaqua…! ”He clenches down on Ithaqua’s cock, drawing out a surprised moan from the Enforcer as he struggles to stay still. He had wanted to give Victor a little time to adjust, a small kindness due to how long it had been since he was last broken on his cock… but fuck . It seemed that despite the numerous times Ithaqua fucked the little rebel like this, he never got any damn looser. He gives an experimental thrust, exhaling with delight as Victor whines beneath him, clamping down on his invading cock hard . “Is, hah … is this what you wanted?” he says, starting up a slow rhythm of thrusts. He captured Victor’s chin with his hand, forcing him to look back up at him as he began to fuck him in earnest. “Say ‘ thank you, Officer!’... thank me for fucking all the rebellion out of you…!”“T-thank you...! Thank you, thank you, thank you...!" Victor babbled, voice cracking on a sob as the impossible girth of Ithaqua's cock pulsed inside him. The lewd sound of flesh smacking against flesh reverberated through the alleyway, harmonising perfectly with the paperboy’s fucked-out moans. Victor’s own cock jerked and wept as Ithaqua picked up the pace, smearing his belly with sticky ropes of pre as he struggled to get further stimulation, pinned into submission as he was.Ithaqua groaned at a particularly rough squeeze inside Victor, licking his lips as he settled into a steady rhythm. He knew his paperboy liked it rough and fast, watching with frenzied delight as his prisoner’s chest heaved from the sensation of the Enforcer’s balls slapping against his ass; each thrust measured exactly to his preference. Victor’s tight heat was perfect around his cock, and he just wanted more, more, more."Oh, fuck... I always thought they were lying when they said the entertainment workers were the best holes…" he purrs, hips slamming against Victor’s with a particularly lewd squelch . "Maybe it was a good idea to keep apart for a few weeks... you're clenching on me so tight ."Ithaqua moves, keeping one hand splayed open next to Victor's head while the other goes to the paperboy’s mouth. Every other time he had tried this, Victor had been too proud to accept the digit, biting and hissing at the Enforcer to just get on with it ! But now… He was too far gone to even think about being disobedient, suckling at the offered finger blindly, tongue swirling around the invading digit as he breathed harshly through his nose. Ithaqua grinned in victory as he pushed his fingers down into the slutty little mouth, nearly pushing Victor to the brink of his gag reflex. "Oh, look at you... this is exactly the kind of expression the Aurora would photograph, plaster all over the city..."Victor nearly didn’t catch it, barely able to hear anything over his broken, choked moans. But his mind was far too attuned to the rebellion to filter out every word while he was being so callously fucked, and when Ithaqua mentioned the Aurora, Victor's eyes flew wide- a gagging sound catching in his throat around the finger plugging his mouth. The thought of being photographed like this, of being forever immortalized as the Head Enforcer’s wanton slut… it should horrify him. But God help him, it only made his cock jerk and pulse, nearly cumming all over his belly right then and there.Victor whimpered around the thick finger pumping in and out of his mouth, unable to speak as drool dripped down his chin. His thighs trembled and quaked, muscles jumping with every harsh thrust of Ithaqua's hips, but still unable to wriggle free of the encroaching stimulation from the tight mating press he was being pinned in.Ithaqua's pupils dilated slightly, grin spreading wider at Victor's reaction to the mention of his twisted fantasy again. He was getting pretty close at this point, his hips pistoning into the paperboy with lewd slaps... but he’d come this far, hadn’t he? The paperboy could be feisty when he didn’t get his fill, and despite how fun it was to imagine leaving him high and dry in the alleyway, still rock hard with Ithaqua’s seed dripping down his thighs… Another time , he thought, an even more devious idea brewing in his mind as he continued to piston his cock deep inside that delicious heat."Oh, you like that idea?" he taunts, thrusting his finger even deeper into the back of Victor's throat as he kept fucking his ass. His eyes were nearly crossed as he honed in on Victor's face, relishing his broken gags and cries. "I could take you right after we're done here, you know... call over my Enforcers, take you, ngh, prisoner... you'll get everything I promised you, Victor, all your pretty little photos printed in that newspaper of yours-"He trails off, biting back a throaty groan as he feels Victor convulse around his cock, damn near milking the thing dry . Oh, his little paperboy was fucking loving this, he thought, continuing to thrust his hips faster and faster. He leaned in even closer, taking the finger out of Victor's mouth and wrapping it around one of his thighs, pushing Victor's knee even further back into himself. "You want that, huh? You wanna become the poster boy for what's gonna happen to the resistance, collared and sold off to the highest bidder?”He brings a hand back to slap the swell of Victor’s ass, breathing hard as he punctuates every word of his little fantasy with a harsh thrust. “I'd keep you , of course... maybe make some modifications…” He presses a rough kiss to each of the rosy nipples underneath him, pert and red and rosy, just begging to be played with. “The Colour can already stick useless printing presses to you, surely it can do some more useful things, ngh -!"Underneath him, Victor could picture it as he was ruthlessly fucked, could feel it already - himself as the figurehead of the resistance's downfall, defiled and debased and utterly claimed. It would be so shameful, so humiliating…So deliciously, terrifyingly… perfect. Victor convulsed violently around Ithaqua’s plundering cock, a scream of agonised ecstasy tearing from his throat as he felt the thick length pulsing and jerking inside him. All the dirty promises, the filthy image they painted… they unravelled the tight knot inside Victor’s core rapidly, sending him hurtling over the edge with a soundless cry.His untouched cock spasmed wildly, spraying thick ropes of cum across his belly and chest as drool pooled freely from his gaping mouth. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered whether Ithaqua would be mad at him for dirtying his prized uniform, but in the moment he simply didn’t care , artlessly thrusting his hips back up to meet Ithaqua’s as he rode out his orgasm.Victor slumped back against the cold ground as he finished, feeling completely exhausted after being fucked so thoroughly. He closed his eyes with a sigh, a dreamy smile on his face as he felt so wonderfully sated…Until his body jerked violently against the ground, eyes snapping open with a yell as he realised Ithaqua was still thrusting . His hand scrabbled wildly, unable to find any purchase as Ithaqua forced him wider, knees nearly touching his chest as he was bent double under his pistoning hips. The slightly altered position let him take the Enforcer’s cock impossibly deeper, and he writhed with broken sobs as Ithaqua continued to pound his overstimulated hole.“H-hah… I’m not quite done yet, Paperboy-” the Enforcer grunted, somehow still managing to keep his cool despite the dizzying rhythm he was maintaining. He took a quick glance upwards, panting through a toothy grin as he watched Victor’s face contort underneath him. “We’re not done until I’m finished, mhm?”If looks could kill, the one Victor shot back up at him would certainly have him dead on the ground. He was struggling for breath, bent over and spread in this position, but he finally managed to find his voice in a small lull in Ithaqua’s thrusts.“I-Inside…” he keened, bringing his hands back up not to try and push Ithaqua away, but to grab at his lapels and pull him closer . “Please, do it inside! I’ll do, hah, anything-!”Ithaqua stills for a moment, sucking in a deep breath through his teeth as he stares at Victor’s face, pupils blown wide. The smug grin is wiped off his face, replaced by an almost soft smile as he leans in and plants a chaste kiss on his paperboy’s lips. Victor blinked owlishly, momentarily confused, but he allowed himself to close his eyes and relax against the kiss despite knowing better.It was over far too soon, and Victor sighed sadly as the kiss ended, traitorous thoughts of what a normal relationship with the Enforcer could have been running through his mind like the Metro train. He was almost too caught up in his daydreams to register Ithaqua moving to whisper in his ear, feeling the rakish grin as he finally spoke."Oh, you will ." And then Ithaqua’s hips were flush against him once more, snapping them sharply together as he rutted at a dizzying pace. It was too fast, too much , and somewhere, in the back of Victor’s mind, he wondered if the robotic upgrades were helping in that regard.He was too focused on the sensation of being fucked, he barely realised that one of Ithaqua’s hands had relinquished their grip on his thigh. The paperboy convulsed and shrieked anew as the Enforcer took his spent cock in his hand, jerking him off even as he continued to drill into him.The printing press on his chest was blazing hot, cogs and cables running haywire within him. If he could even think, he might wonder how on earth the Enforcer was managing to stay pressed up against him so closely. His entire body felt on fire, and all Victor could do was babble out pleas and swears as Ithaqua forced him erect again. Trapped in the mating press, he cried as he shook his hips back and forth, trying to get away and lean into the alternating thrusts all at once.Above him, Ithaqua was mostly silent, gritting his teeth and concentrating on reaching his own climax. His thrusts eventually slowed, and finally with a grunt he sheathed himself one last time, twitching as he spilled ropes of hot, sticky cum deep inside his prisoner. He sighs, breathing a little harder as he watches it spill out of Victor, squeezing out around his cock.The sight has him too fascinated that he barely registers Victor’s indignant whine. He is still achingly hard from Ithaqua’s ministrations, and now that he isn’t jerking him anymore, he seems to have taken matters into his own hands, fruitlessly trying to fuck himself back onto Ithaqua’s cock. He watches for a moment, enjoying the way Victor bites his lip and cries in frustration when his humping does nothing to relieve him. For once, Ithaqua takes pity on him… though he’ll be damned if he lets Victor think he’s doing it to be kind . With a disinterested tut, he continues to stroke the paperboy’s cock, inwardly delighting at the long, drawn-out moan it elicits. It doesn’t take long for him to cum again, fresh spend joining the old as Victor spills against his belly. Ithaqua continues to stroke for a moment longer, milking it all out, but he withdraws with a sigh once he’s sure Victor has ridden out his orgasm. He presses his hips against Victor’s one final time, just to make sure all his cum was fucked nice and deep, before he finally withdraws too. Victor’s chest heaves as he fights to draw breath, the cool night air a shocking contrast to the scorching heat of Ithaqua’s release inside him. He whimpered softly as the Enforcer withdrew, feeling shamefully empty and aching as the thick cock slipped free with a heavy gush of cum. He had felt it leak out of him even before Ithaqua had slipped out, but now he could fully feel just how wet it was underneath him. He needed a moment to relax, collect his wits… but even now Ithaqua couldn’t give him that, and Victor hissed as he felt a finger pull at his fluttering rim, gritting his teeth as he felt even more cum spill out of him. Ithaqua watched the display with an appraising eye, smirking. “Hm… almost worth having to jump out of a high-speed train,” he mused, giving a parting slap to Victor’s hole before drawing away. The smaller man flinched and groaned, more cum spilling out of him, but he felt far too washed-out to even attempt a reply. All he could do was scowl up at Ithaqua through half-lidded eyes, panting harshly.Ithaqua drank in the sight for a few moments longer, licking his lips at the sight of his spend leaking out of Victor’s creampied hole. He graciously allowed the paperboy enough time to collect his wits and start pulling himself up from the ground before rifling around in his pockets, pulling out a transceiver."All units, head to the dockside area,” he began, and oh, the sight of Victor’s head snapping up to watch him was so cute . “I've lost the suspect, but he can't have gone far - spread out and get searching." Ithaqua clicks off and re-holsters the transceiver with a coy little grin, watching as Victor hastily pulls his trousers back on. The poor thing was clearly panicked, quite literally caught with his pants down as he realised just exactly what Ithaqua’s cover-up plan was. "You'd best get going, if you actually didn't want to get captured," he says casually, strapping his metallic stilts back on. "I'd say you have about, oh... 6 minutes before the first of them get here?"Victor’s eyes widened in shock, a strangled noise catching in his throat as he hurried even faster to re-dress. Of course, Ithaqua made no move to help him… the Enforcer was content to just lean against the wall and watch him struggle, only needing to have tucked his cock back into his pants to keep up appearances.“...You couldn’t have given me any more time?” he said through gritted teeth, fastening his shirt together with trembling hands. Ithaqua just laughed, putting up his hands in a mock-surrender.“If I don’t catch you within the first few minutes, it’s suspicious enough. They call me in for my speed ,” he says, cocking his head as Victor fights a losing battle with his tie. “If you wanted something more romantic…”Victor rolls his eyes at that, standing upright. His legs are a bit wobbly, and if you look in just the right place, the beginnings of a wet stain can be seen over his backside… but otherwise, he’s presentable, if a bit red-faced.“So,” the paperboy begins, wincing a bit as he leans back against the wall. Ithaqua graciously decides not to comment on it. “Your plan is that you lost me and had to call in the swarm, huh?”He couldn’t make it more obvious he thought the plan was complete shit if he tried. Ithaqua just rolled his eyes, looking out towards the mouth of the alley with pursed lips.“They won't catch on to the fact I'm fucking you during chases if they all watch you getting away without me. That was the idea, yes?”Now it was Victor’s turn to roll his eyes and scoff, but he didn’t say anything in response. Instead he just bent down, picking his visor off the floor where it had been so haphazardly deposited earlier. A quick look-over showed no damage or grime, and it was quickly affixed back over his eyes with a few clicks. It was done. The mission was finished, he’d gotten out of the train mostly scot-free… and repaid the debt he owed for that one. But now, he needed to get out of this alley, and fast.Before he could run past Ithaqua, a metal hand grabbed at his own, pulling him back flush against the Enforcer. He looked back at him, eyes confused under his visor, until the taller man thrust a small rectangular shaped object into his hand. Bringing it up closer to the visor, he could see it was… a USB drive?He didn’t even need to ask before Ithaqua answered. "Your colleague is quite easy to fool, you know. The recordings of the meetings with the Transport and Energy Corporations are confidential material… naturally the Aurora would have some fakes planted on the train, and leave the real deal in a safer location.”And then the bastard winks, and Victor’s breath catches at the sight. “Good thing I grabbed it as I passed through the dining cart, hm? Might have the info you were after. Might not. Consider it my thanks for a… good show.”Victor looks between the USB stick and Ithaqua for a few seconds, and then opens his mouth to say something… but frantic barks from the mouth of the alley and wailing sirens from the street stop the words leaving his mouth. It’s time to go.He gives the Enforcer a curt nod, curling his fingers protectively around the precious USB drive as he starts to run towards the sounds of Wick’s barking. His gait is a little off, and he can just feel Ithaqua’s eyes boring in the back of his skull because of it, the damned prick. Once he gets to the entrance of the alley, he gives Wick a quick pat as the little dog jumps up at his leg, cooing at him for waiting so patiently.Before he makes a run for it, Victor takes one last look back at Ithaqua. The Enforcer lounged casually against the alley wall, metallic legs crossed at the ankles as he watched his paperboy make his escape. As Victor turned, he gave one last smirk, bringing up a hand to wave at him. Victor shuddered, that cat-like grin twisting his guts with reluctant heat.Another siren blared, and the sounds of metallic footsteps pounding nearby shook him back into action. Victor turned heel and staggered off into the night, desperate to put as much distance as he could between himself and the encroaching officers. The dockside area was sprawling and labyrinthine... if he was quick and smart about it, he might just manage to make it out of here alive. More alive than he would have been if Ithaqua hadn’t given him that lifeline on the Metro. Victor grit his teeth, the cool night air kissing his skin as he ran. He definitely owed the sadistic bastard one… and he had a feeling he’d have more than enough chances to pay up soon enough.