Screw it, I'm writing a blurb about VALKO. It's bad, btw, but yeah! Slight NSFW.
Well, to be fair, you just got the wind knocked out of your body when you were slammed onto the ground by a mass of solid muscle, a thick arm pressed against your neck as a heavy weight settled on top of you. You glared angrily at the man on top of you, his amber eyes narrowed into slits, soft strands of red hair falling above his forehead as the bottom half of his face was obscured by the wolf-themed mask.
You didn't expect anyone out this deep into the forest, least of all a person. Another Hunter? Military? Some random passersby with a penchant for danger?
But here you were, pinned to the ground by a man who was looking at you like you didn't belong in this world, both your hands pinned beneath his broad hand as his arm pressed further into your neck, the threat unspoken.
"This is no place for someone like you." You shifted beneath him, glaring up at the stranger as you pushed against his body in a feeble attempt to push him off.
"My bad. I didn't expect cosplayers to be hanging around dangerous spots." You had time to notice the oddly out of place tufts of black fur on adorned on the top of his head, his wolf-shaped mask further influencing the idea that he was probably some weirdo who got way into a role.
His eyes narrowed further, but you almost saw a slight crinkle in his eyes, like he was amused behind that damn mask. You wriggled your hands in his grip, twisting your body to see if you can at least give yourself some leverage to summon your weapon.
He didn't give you a chance, working swiftly to spin you around on your front. You had tried to use that momentary transition to scramble free, kick him, hit him, anything, but he was far too fast as he pulled your arms behind your back, locking them in place with metal cuffs.
Was he a cop? You couldn't be sure, with how intricate the cuffs felt on your hands, wrapped securely like a wire around them and interlocking around your fingers to keep you from using your hands. Your heart hammered in your chest when you started to feel something encircling around your thighs, almost like a band being wrapped around them to restrict further movement as the same feeling began to wrap around your ankles.
"You're an Evoler!" It was a statement more than a question with how whatever powers he possessed was keeping you restrained, your mind racing with all the possibilities of how his Evol worked, wondering if it was a proximity based or if he was able to manipulate what could assume was metal around his body pulled from the minerals around you.
Anything really to keep your mind occupied as he began to rise to his feet, your head craning around to look at him when he stepped in front of you, squatting down to stare you in the face.
"I thought that much was obvious?" He shook his head, reaching out to hoist you up and lift you over his shoulders like a sack of rice, even bouncing you up so that you rested more comfortably over his shoulder when he started walking away from the area towards where you had just come from. "The more I look at you, the more I know you definitely don't belong."
You scoffed, your eyes gazing down at the peculiar sight of his long, fluffy black tail on his back. It had to be fake, right? There was no way that the ears on his head and the tail were real. "You, uh, really into cosplay that much? What, you get off pretending you're some alpha male wolf going on a hunt?"
You could almost hear the dry chuckle from where you were over the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind, his grip around your waist tightening a little more. "Deepspace Hunter, right? It seems my intel was right, you people don't really know much, do you?"
You tried to throw him off balance by rolling your body, but his infuriatingly strong arm kept you from sliding around. "If you know I'm a Hunter, then why are you trying to kidnap me? Working for some evil organization or something? Are you some mercenary for hire? A cosplayer trying to look cool?"
"Fixated on the cosplay thing? You're not creative enough to think of anything else?" Ugh, he was annoying.
"I tend to stick with things until I get more information." He hummed in response, your only options of escape being that something came along to force him in the corner and free you for assistance.
After ten excruciating minutes, youu had no such luck, unfortunately.
"Who are you?" You finally asked after staring at the tail on his back, wriggling around a little to get a bit more comfortable.
"Why should I tell you?" You huffed, glaring at his back.
"Manners? Conversation? You're dragging me away from this place against my will like some pervert and I have no idea what you plan to do with me." You could feel the slight tremor of his body shaking. He was laughing.
"I don't think pervert applies in this situation. Unless you're having thoughts?" You huffed again.
"Spent the last ten to fifteen minutes staring at your ass, so who knows?" It was then you could see it with your own eyes, the tail on his back actually lifted slightly. It moved. "Oh fuck, is that tail actually real?"
"You tell me. You're the one that said you've been staring at it." Your eyes were wide, all sorts of thoughts racing in your head as your heart began to race.
"What are you?" Silence was his response.
You tried to wrack your brain to remember anything from the Association about what sort of info you might have skimmed about people like him. You were so sure there were no records of anybody being some sort of hybrid, and yet the idea wasn't as far-fetched as it might seem. Lumerians existed after all.
Protofields changed the environment and the living creatures in it, so the same could be said about people, right? It had to, the proof of it was right there in front of you.
"So it's real. Even the ears on your head are real. Fuck." You wanted to laugh a little at the absurdity of this station, but the longer you dwelled on it, the more panic started to settle in. It wasn't like you didn't think you were in danger, you just assumed the person was doing a bit and committed too hard to it. You wanted to believe you were just caught off guard and that's why you were captured so easily despite how hard you trained every single day. You've fought Wanderers that teams struggled with by yourself!
You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, your head turning to look at the back of his, his red hair shimmering beneath the full moon's glow, the ears on his head twitching towards your direction, as if he could pick up on the sound of your heart thudding hard against your ribs.
"I'm not going to hurt you." You couldn't trust him. You had to escape.
"Sure, sure. And I'm not really a Hunter, I'm just an office worker who really likes to play dress up." He stopped in his tracks, his head angling slightly towards you.
"Are you always this sarcastic when you're nervous?" You should've fought harder to avoid being captured as the scenario played out in your head. Even if you somehow convinced this guy to let you go by tugging at his heart strings, you were so sure he would be able to hunt you down easily. You've never faced someone like him before and you couldn't envision the full extent of his power and what way you could counter him.
Was he faster than you? Yes. Stronger? Clearly. He knew this area better than you did, that much was true.
"Anyone would be when they can't move." You breathed, trying to calm your nerves a bit as you tested the bindings on your hands. You couldn't move your fingers much, just a twitch here and there. Your legs were also bound together, so even if you got to your "feet", hopping around like some rabbit seemed out of the question.
"Relax. I'm just taking you back to the entrance of the forest. If I wanted to hurt you, I'd have done it back there." Yeah, he would've have.
"That's comforting." He began walking again, his shoulder digging into your stomach making you squirm a little more. It was starting to become uncomfortable, your thighs squished together tightly making things become far more... unsettling.
Oh fuck, you knew this feeling.
Heat bloomed across your face when you started to understand something about yourself as you prayed that he'd get to the destination fast enough. You were getting turned on being carried around like this for so long, with nothing to do but stare at this man's back, marvelling the muscles shown through the black material of his shirt. You weren't heavy by any means, but you sure as fuck weren't light either, and yet this guy walked through the forest without missing a beat or sounding like was exerting any energy carrying you.
You squeezed your thighs together, hoping in vain that he wouldn't notice the way your squirming was less escape-y and more like you were trying to apply pressure somewhere else.
"You know," he started, his voice sounding a little rougher than it had been previously "I have a really good sense of smell."
"Sounds terrible. I can't imagine picking up on nasty smells that you don't really want to." You were trying to deflect the situation, but when his steps started to slow, you could feel the way his arm tightened around you more.
"Maybe. But, the sweet ones are worth it." You could almost swear his other hand, the one that was keeping his balance by holding onto your calves, moved up to the backs of your thighs to squeeze them lightly before he was moving you so that you were now being carried princess style.
You avoided his eyes now that you could see his face, your shoulders aching as you rolled them around a bit in this new position that was definitely not much better than the one previously. "Pervert." You muttered quietly, trying to quell the heat in your body from rising further.
"You're one to talk." You bit your tongue, hoping your scowl didn't betray the way you were suddenly very aware of how good his chest looked. Damn, his arms looked delicious now that you were able to really see them, all exposed to the world like that. You wanted to sink your teeth into his bicep and leave a nasty mark that he'd never forget.
"You really are a pervert, you know that?" Your face was probably the hottest it has been, your eyes still avoiding his face as you swiftly turned to look towards the direction he was walking to. You could already see the edge of the forest, only a few more meters before you were finally free.
"Don't know what you're talking about." He hummed softly, not believing you.
"Can see it on your face, you know? Saw the hungry look in your eyes when you were checking me out." You bit your lips, his voice dipping into a deeper register. "I can pick up on the scent of your arousal, you know? It's almost like it's calling out to me, teasing my senses into giving into temptation."
You snapped your head to look at him, ready to deny every single word of nonsense he spouted, but your voice caught in your throat at the way his eyes bore into you. Heat and amusement danced in swirling amber, like he was having fun watching you squirm in his arms.
"You're delusional." You seethed, shifting in his arms as you counted the seconds before you finally got to leave this man behind and hopefully return another day when he wasn't around.
"There's nothing to deny because you're imagining everything."
He chuckled to himself. The bastard.
Once you finally made it to the clearing, where your bike was parked did he finally set you down. He sat you on the top of your bike, releasing your limbs from their imprisonment as the metal coiled around his bicep like a band, melding together seamlessly. You flexed your fingers, rolling your shoulders around now that you could finally move.
"Tell me your name, at least."
"So you have a name to moan later?" Your hand shot out to smack him, his reflexes too fast to allow your hand to connect as he gripped your wrist.
"Get over yourself." You hissed, completely flustered by tonight's events. There was a lot of soul searching you were going to do tonight and a hell of a lot more training you were going to do when you finally got over how ridiculously quick he had you captured.
"Hit a nerve, huh?" Using his free hand, he reached up to remove the mask from his face, shaking his head a little to flash you a smirk. "Valko."
You scoffed a little. "Doesn't even sound like a real name."
"Too bad, that's all you're getting." You were frustrated, yanking your hand free from his grip as you moved to grab your helmet from the side compartment. It was a shitty night and you didn't learn anything that you were set out to find. The mission was a bust thanks to this... whatever he was.
But before you could put the helmet on, you felt him press against your back, an arm snaking around your waist as he pulled you further into him. Every single part of your body buzzed at the raw heat you were feeling, the soft gasp leaving your lips as he turned your head to face him when he leaned in.
"Next time, I won't be so nice to let a sweet thing like you get away. I might just devour you." He pulled back, fixing the mask back onto his face.
You scoffed angrily, strapping the helmet on and peeling off in frustration. There was no way there was going to be a next time and if there was, you were going to be prepared and ready for him.
To fight... yeah, definitely to fight.
Don't ask me why I did it. Idk. It's not proof read, definitely a rough draft.
