Summary: Zeno feels that itch again, and you're always more than happy to indulge him
Warnings: suggestive material, definitely MDNI, predator/prey style chase, Zeno likes to hunt the reader for fun, thigh grinding, etc
A/N: if this is ass I'm sorry, its my first time writing a fic like this and I am sicker than a dog rn, so. Be kind lol
He had told you to run.
He'd urged you to go, run, quickly find somewhere to hide.
You had blinked at him, staring up at him with confusion. He hadn't warned you that you were playing this game today.
He stared at you expectantly, but you still hadn't moved.
Then he had repeated himself adding, “you don't have to, but you won't like the consequences for not doing what you're told. Run, I want to take my time catching you, I'll even be kind and give you a head start. Five minutes is all I'll spare.”
Something about that made your heart skip a beat as you backed out of the room you were in. If asked, you wouldn't be able to articulate why you didn't turn around and run, if you had more than a moment to think you'd remember the words you'd been taught, “never turn your back on a predator.”
In that moment, Zeno was every bit of a predator, and you? You were the unwitting prey that had fallen directly into his snare.
You were still in the ruins of Raccoon city, in one of the many half destroyed buildings, this one seemed to be in better shape. You reasoned that was why Zeno had chosen it. As much as he loved playing his games, he didn't want you to actually be hurt. You could imagine the sorrow in his deep gold eyes if you came out of this with even a bruise that he didn't put there.
The thought of how well he takes care of you made a brief smile appear on your features before a noise behind you washed it away.
You had five minutes. Probably closer to four minutes now if you were honest.
You needed to get a good distance between you and Zeno, and find a decent hiding spot to get you started.
You weren't trying to win completely, you'd played enough of these games with him to know that you couldn't. What you did know was that your rewards were better if he felt like you tried your best. That meant your best was what he was going to get.
As Zeno let you take your head start, he took off his sunglasses, and pocketed them. It was dark enough in the building he'd chosen that he was comfortable. He was also looking forward to the way his eyes always seemed to catch you off guard. You tended to forget they gleamed in the low-light. It was always a good way to get your adrenaline going.
As much as he was going to enjoy hunting you, he also had to be grateful you allowed him to indulge in these types of games. This was something that soothed him, gave him a peace that he couldn't name. After everything he'd been through and done, he felt like a monster, but you loved him all the same, and were always willing to do whatever you could for him.
He couldn't help the lovesick look on his face. You truly were the best thing in his life, and never let himself forget that.
Just like that, his romantic musings were interrupted by the timer he'd set going off.
It was time.
He stalked out the door. He knew exactly which way you went, and he was in no hurry. He wanted to savor the chase first.
You had hidden yourself in one of the building's many rooms, behind some covered furniture. You weren't sure what this place used to be but there seemed to be an overabundance of tables and couches. Not that you were complaining, they were relatively good temporary hiding spots.
This room you were in was away from any central areas, and you thought you were safe, until you looked over your shoulder and saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes.
How had he found you so quickly?
You definitely didn't stop to ask before you were up and out of the room.
You had to find somewhere else to hide.
He moved out of the darkness, watching you go. You were panicked now, and that always led to mistakes.
He'd get you soon enough.
It seemed that every corner you rounded, Zeno was there. He was both one step ahead and one step just behind you.
There was no way to relax, your heart was thundering in your chest and you were sure he could hear it.
He could, he could hear your heartbeat, your panicked breaths, the way you tried to move silently. There was nowhere in this building you could go that he wouldn't know.
You still persevered, wanting to prove that you could outsmart him at his own game.
Your pride would be your downfall.
He'd found you easily.
You couldn't say you were surprised he had, but you definitely weren't expecting the suddenness with which he appeared.
You'd found a room with a locking door, it looked less destroyed than the others you'd been in, like someone had kept it nearly pristine on purpose.
If you had been more aware of your surroundings, you would have known that Zeno was chasing you to this specific room. Making sure you went exactly where he wanted you to be.
“Caught you,” were his first words after he'd pressed your back firmly into the wall. One arm across your neck to stop any struggling, and the other hand on your waist.
You were well and truly trapped.
The game of cat and mouse was at last over.
It sent a thrill down your spine.
He pressed closer, using a foot to push your legs open so he could press his thigh right where you needed him. It caused a nearly breathless whine to escape unbidden.
He smirked when he caught the noise, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of your neck, “you were so good running for me,” he murmured, lips still pressed against your skin, you could feel his words as well as hear them, “do you want your reward now, or do you want to wait until we're home?”
He was giving you the choice, but your brain was nearly mush from the minimal attention he'd already given. You were always this easy for him, it was just the effect he had on you.
He prompted you with a quick nip, the feeling of his teeth made you gasp but it worked, your mind refocused, “now, please, now,” you begged, not even knowing what you were begging for.
He grinned, you could still feel it from where he was pressed against you, “since you asked so nicely, I supposed I could indulge you,” using the hand at your waist, he tugged you forward.
You were properly straddling his thigh now, “go on, take your reward,” he told you, pulling his head back to take stock of how wrecked you already looked. He couldn't wait to see how you'd look when he was done with you.
You made a confused sound, and he shook his head, “do I have to do everything myself?” He teased, voice more fond than annoyed.
He put his other hand on your waist as well, and moved you forward. You bit your lip to stop a moan, and your hips twitched of their own volition.
This was what he meant by taking your reward, the next movement you made was on your own, without his help, and it had you nearly throwing your head back with the pleasure it brought. The feeling was slightly muffled through the layers you were both wearing, but you knew it would be enough. It was always enough.
You reached forward to steady yourself on his shoulders, and he took one hand off your waist to grab both your wrists, “no touching sweetheart, come on, make yourself feel good for me, you earned it.”
You nodded, barely processing what he said as you continued to rut against his thigh. You were sure you looked like a mess, already ruined and he'd barely touched you.
You couldn't find it in yourself to be embarrassed though, Zeno liked to see what he did to you, and if the look in his eyes was any indication, he was thoroughly enjoying your performance.
It didn't take long before you were whining again, eyes closed just feeling it. You were close, it never took you very long when you let him chase you. You were saying his name over and over softly, a prayer to the god before you, and he was nothing if not benevolent in listening to those prayers.
He let go of your wrists, and cupped your cheek, tilting your head down so you could look at him. You barely cracked your eyes open, knowing what he was going to ask of you, “good, very good, let me see those eyes, hm? So pretty like this, just for me, all mine.”
You nodded.
“Use your words.”
“Yours, I'm yours.”
“That's it, now was there something you wanted?” He prompted.
You nodded again, almost frantically, “please, Zeno, please,” was all that you could manage.
“And what are you asking for? You know better, we use our words to ask for what we need.”
“Please, can I.. can- can I?”
“Of course you can, this is your reward after all.”
That was all it took for you to finish with a broken cry of his name. It was like all you needed was his permission. You were panting, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your head, offering soft praises for how well you did. His hands gently ran up and down your sides, the touch soothing your frayed nerves.
After a few moments of stillness, letting you get your breath back, Zeno picked you up, holding you to his chest, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were used to him carrying you. He tended to insist on it, but there was more tension in his frame then you were used to after a game like this.
“Where are we going?”
“Home,” he replied simply.
“Are you alright? Did something happen?”
He appreciated your need to worry over him, but he was alright. In fact, he had never felt better. The tightness in his skin was gone, and the buzzing in his mind had faded.
“Of course I am sweetheart,” the eagerness in his voice was clear as he reassured you, “I just haven't collected my reward yet, and I can't wait to take what I've earned.”
You shivered with anticipation. You knew what that meant, and while you were relieved that he was alright, you couldn't wait for what he had in store for you.
