Requested by @daughter-of-the-stars11 : Would you ever consider doing a one shot or a short series where reader from Bionic Exile chooses Takeshi instead of both of them... can I also add jealous Rick
Warnings: 18+ only please, implied sex, alcohol use, language, Rick may be a little ooc
Author's Note: SO I think this would fit perfectly in chapter 5, so I kept half of chapter 5 and then just rewrote the other half!! I hope you enjoy!
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Ever since Rick moved in with you, it had become a tradition that every Saturday night was movie night. Tonight wasn’t any different, except for the fact that you chose to sit squished up next to Takeshi on the loveseat instead of next to Rick on the couch.
Takeshi. That dick. Who does he think he is stealing my girl like that, the thought makes Rick freeze. His own brain betrays him as he throws some popcorn in his mouth, his eyes training on the movie and trying to not look over to you cuddling up with the envoy, what does he have that I don’t? Rick grinds his teeth together as his jaw clenches, jealousy taking control of his body. It doesn’t take much to break Rick’s concentration. Just hearing you laugh at something that Takeshi has whispered into your ear is enough to make him squirm.
Quirking an eyebrow, Rick shakes his head and forces his attention back to the movie. Your favorite movie. Not that you seem to notice, too busy fucking with Takeshi’s stupid trench coat, Rick huffs before moving to stand up, who wears a damn trench coat around the house, anyways?
“I’m getting something to eat,” he declares, mostly to himself, excusing himself from the room and rushing to the kitchen. Setting the bowl down, Rick grips the edge of the sink and watches as your hands brush a stray strand of hair out of Takeshi’s face. Turning away, Rick opens the cabinet and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. He knows he probably shouldn’t be drinking, but there you were, the love of his life, sitting and flirting with another man. Twisting off the cap of the bottle, Rick takes 3 gulps of the brown liquor before you round the corner and enter the kitchen with eyebrows raised in speculation.
“Rick? Why are you drinking,” you ask softly, opening a bag of popcorn and placing it in the microwave while hardly taking your eyes off of him. Rick glances at you with discontent before taking another swig of the bottle, the liquid burning his throat and lighting up his stomach.
“Because I can? Not like it matters to you,” he responds with venom laced words while you purse your lips. You were absolutely sick and tired of this behavior. You knew he didn’t like Takeshi staying with you and him and you know that he doesn’t like Takeshi one bit, but you wanted to assume that despite it being well over a week at this point Rick would get over himself. Evidently not, you think as you watch the man you love take another big gulp of the shitty whiskey that he keeps solely for the purpose of getting drunk.
“God damn it, Rick. I am so fucking sick of your fucking pity party. Get over it,” you whisper harshly, not wanting Takeshi to know what is occurring twenty feet away from him, though he can probably hear everything. Rick stalks in front of you, his jugular vein popping out of his neck while his hand clasps the bottle of Jack Daniels. Nodding his head, he shoves the bottle in your hand before leaving the kitchen area and heading for his room.
Setting the bottle on the counter, your body shakes with anger while tears threaten to roll down your face. After taking a moment to collect your breath, you walk back into the living room and climb onto Takeshi’s lap, legs spread over onto each side of his lean hips. Looking up to you, Tak notes the way your eyes brim with unshed tears and your body shakes with anger. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was wrong. So instead, Tak waits for you to talk while your hands clench this fabric of his jacket.
“Tak, fuck me hard until I can’t walk.”
Rick stumbles out of bed before looking at the clock on his drawer.
“2:43, fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbles in his gravely southern accent to himself as he rubs his temples. Maybe it wasn’t his brightest idea to chug down that much whiskey in that short of a time, but he wanted to forget just for a little while. Rolling his shoulders back, Rick nears the door but a repeating banging sound alerts him. Grabbing his gun, he prowls down the hall, the sound growing louder as he approaches your door. Pressing his ear up against the wooden door, his blood runs cold.
“Fuck, Tak. You feel so fucking good. Harder,” your unmistakable voice echoes through the door as grunts and moans follow.
“You’re doing so good, pretty girl. Feel so good around my cock. Cum for me, angel,” Rick backs into the opposite wall, the shock and hurt swallowing him up as he runs back to his room, locking the door and sinking to the floor. That’s it, he got her.
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The squad watches Rick throw punch after punch after punch to the bag, his muscles rippling with each swing as sweat gathers on his brow bone and his body, clinging his grey shirt to his body, unintentionally highlighting each and every toned muscle on Rick’s body.
“Damn, someone must have really pissed him off, I ain’t neva seen him like this,” Harley comments, exaggerating the word ‘really’ as she watches with lust. Nobody could really blame her though, he was a sight to see at the moment. His normally calm demeanor long gone and replaced with an animalistic urge.
“I wonder what happened,” DuBois watches with intent, noticing the way Rick’s anger seems to spike up ten-fold when you and your new pet project happen to walk by the window leading to the floor above, neither looking down as they pass. DuBois’s attention then shifts back to Rick who’s fists continue to pound into the sandbag without a moment of reprieve until the bag flies off the hook that was keeping it up.
Heaving, Rick feels the eyes of his squad watch him with anticipation at his next move. Not one of them daring to move or make a sound, unsure how to respond to the suddenly vicious nature of their normally collected superior coming out in such a controlled environment.
“The fuck you lookin’ at?” He questions, head whipping around to face his team who just stare back at him. Suddenly, Harley takes a step forward, ignoring the way DuBois shakes his head in an attempt to tell her not to provoke the colonel.
“Fuck’s wrong with ya, Flag? What’s got ya panties in a twist? You need to get laid or something,” Harley doesn’t notice the way Rick marches toward her til he’s standing right in front of her.
“Why don’t you shut your fucking mouth, Quinn. You don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout,” Harley’s eyes darken in anger as she purses her lips before shoving a finger into Flag’s chest.
“Where do you get off telling me to shut my mouth. It ain’t my fault you can’t get a girl. It most certainly ain’t my fault that you were too late to fuck (Y/N),” Rick’s eyes narrow at the woman, “yeah, don’t think we didn’t notice the way your mood progresses down the drain the closer (Y/N) and Tak get. So why don’t you take it out on somebody else, but not us,” Harley concludes before walking off, the rest of the squad following her out save for DuBois who clasps a hand on Rick’s shoulder.
“You really need to get laid, mate. It might help you,” Rick contemplates Robert’s words as the former assassin walks away, leaving Rick to his own thoughts.
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You laugh as you walk through the door with Tak following closely behind before shutting your door. Placing your bag down you move to pop open a bottle of wine when a high pitch voice giggling steers your concentration to the hall.
“Yeah, I’ll see you later, Ricky,” the culprit walks out of Rick’s room and allows you to get a better look at the woman. She has a nice body, you note to yourself, sun kissed skin with an ample bosom and an hourglass waist. But what you notice the most is the hickeys that were beginning to form on her neck and the fact that she is naked. Normally, you would be seeing red. After all, you’ve spent so much time on trying to win Rick and get with him, but for some reason, seeing the naked woman doesn’t really get a reaction out of you. Maybe it’s partially because of the talk that you and Tak just had.
Tak, on the other hand, has mixed thoughts about what’s in front of him. He was half expecting you to be throwing a fit by now but then he also can’t believe the audacity Rick has. From what Tak can tell about your relationship with Rick is that you have given your everything for Rick and Rick just continues to take advantage of it time after time.
“Hey Sav, you forgot your-” Rick rushes out of his room, hair disheveled and pants hanging low on his hips and in his hand, a bright pair of red underwear, however, upon seeing you in the doorway with Takeshi right behind you, Rick can’t help but feel a twang of guilt. Instead of making a scene like Rick thought you would, you simply grab Tak’s hand and maneuver away from the hooker and into your bedroom without sparing Rick another glance.
“Thanks, Rick. Same time next week?” Rick struggles to look between the crack of your door while Savannah plucks her underwear out of his hands.
“Actually, no. I don’t think I’ll be needing it.” Rick offers her a small smile as she shrugs, leaving the apartment and Rick alone. Shaking his head, Rick peers through the crack before pushing the door open, only to see you sitting on Tak’s lap while Tak mindlessly plays with your hair. “What the hell is going on here?”
You look up from your laptop to Rick in the doorway, shirt still off and various lipstick prints over his toned body. “What do you mean? I’m just trying to get some work done?” Rick resists the urge to roll his eyes at your obliviousness before he’s gesturing to you on Tak’s lap.
“That. Why are you on his lap?” You look back at Tak with a smile, his hand finding a place on your thigh and gently squeezing in support before you turn back to Rick.
“Well, actually, Tak and I were just talking and… I’m thinking about going back with him.” Rick’s heart drops and shatters into pieces but he would be damned if he let it show.
“What?” The question is quiet as he tries to wrap his brain around what you just said. “What did you say?” He looks between you and Tak in confusion. Just how could this happen?
“Once the portal is back up, she’s coming with me,” Tak comments emotionlessly. In one way, he is ecstatic that you would be willing to try a relationship out with him, but he doesn’t know just how much danger he would be putting you in by bringing you back and if something happened to you like something happened to Quell, he truly doesn’t know how he would live with himself. Of course, when he was discussing it with you about an hour ago, he could practically see the way your eyes lit up with excitement and the prospect, but Tak knows you. He knows that once you go with him, you’re going to immediately regret it and want to go back home. Back to Rick. And that part scares him.
“No,” Rick takes a step back, heart hammering against his chest, “no, you can’t go back.” Rick’s vision starts to blur as he leans on the frame, slowly sliding down the post and you’re quick to jump up from Tak’s lap and rush to Rick’s side, looking him over in confusion.
“Rick, are you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance?” Rick shakes his head, pushing you away as he struggles to take deep breaths. He honestly can’t remember the last time he had a panic attack like this, and he hates it.
“No, just leave me alone.” He rushes out the door and to his room, confusion settling in. What did he do to drive you away? What does Takeshi Kovacs have that he doesn’t? With a rather dumb idea in mind, he pulls out his phone and dials the only number he knows will help, no matter the cost.
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The drive to Belle Reve is longer than it typically is. Maybe it’s because of the tight tension in the car or maybe it’s a sinking gut feeling, but whatever it was, you’re anxious to get back to your project.
As Rick pulls into the parking lot, your eyes widen at the plume of smoke rising from the scientific division. “No, no, no.” You jump out of the car and ignore the calls of Rick and Tak to come back only to run toward the fire and hope that it wasn’t your life’s work.
Looking back and forth between each other, both men rush after you and into the building where it only takes minutes to find you, collapsed on the ground and in tears.
Sinking to his knees, Tak fumes silently as he takes you into his strong arms. Despite the fire looking like an accident, Tak’s envoy intuition is telling him that it’s anything but, but he doesn’t really care about that right now. In any case he’s relieved. He’s relieved that the machine is broken and he’s relieved that you and him won’t be able to go back. Sure he’s now mortal, but he’d rather be mortal than have you die and not be able to resurrect you. “It’s alright (Y/N). We don’t have to go back.” Tak rocks you in his arms while you sob into his chest as he looks around to all the different personnel, and to the side, he can easily spot Rick talking to Waller, a devious grin plastered on the latter’s face. “That fucking bastard.”
“What?” You look up through tear soaked lashes as Tak looks down, shaking his head, trying to protect you from the truth.
“Nothing princess, how about we go and pack some bags and leave for a while.”
“It was Rick, wasn’t it.”
“I don’t think he started it, but he definitely had a part in it.” If you had any doubts about moving on from Rick, they just flew out the window. Standing up, you wearily make your way over to where Rick and Waller stand off to the side line, both watching you with curiosity.
“(Y/L/N), I am sorry to see this damage. As it is, however, we do not have the funds to rebuild it.” You scoff and turn to Rick, rage boiling beneath the surface and before you know it, you’re punching him straight across the face and Tak is quick to watch over the whole ordeal in case things go south.
“You’re a real fucking asshole, Flag. I do not want to EVER see you again.” It hurt to say, but any man who would destroy your life’s work does not need to be in your life.
“I had to do what I had to do. I love you. I didn’t want to see you prance off with that alien when you could have a whole life with me.” Despite your heart swelling at the proclamation, you can’t help but to feel that you’re making the right choice.
“You have more than enough chances, Rick. I’m sorry, but you lost me.” Turning to Waller, you hand in your badge for the prison with a look of disdain on your face. “I want a transfer out of this hell hole.” She nods before you turn back to Tak, tears threatening to spill again. “Come on Tak, let’s go home and pack.” Grabbing Tak’s wrist, you drag him out of the building and you drag yourself out of Rick’s life.
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Summary: Takeshi goes on his first mission with the squad and you just try to cope.
Coauthor: @lacontroller1991
Warnings: canon complicit violence, mind manipulation, lots of angst, cursing
Word Count: 2,561
The ride back to the apartment is silent aside from Rick’s fingers tap, tap, tapping against the steering wheel to the soft music.
“You know he’ll be fine, right?” You glance over to him at the sound of his voice.
“Yeah, I know he’ll be fine. Of course he will,” A shaky breath cuts you off, “But what if he’s not?” Rick takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips, lighting kissing your knuckles.
“Why don’t we watch a movie when we get home? One of those cheesy action flicks you like.”
“That sounds great.”
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“So does she ever get confused on who’s who when it comes to sex,” Harley asks, completely unprompted, “Come on McSteamy, I’m talking to you.”
“Do you do this to Rick?”
“She does it to everyone,” DuBois replies, looking over to where Harley sits, now singing along to a song playing only in her head, rocking her body to the unheard beat causing Takeshi to raise his eyebrow at DuBois, silently asking for an explanation. Robert sighs. “She does that too.”
“Great,” he grumbles, mindlessly fidgeting with the rifle Rick had given him along with the armorer. He had wanted to use his own weapons that he brought from Bay City, but Waller and Rick had immediately vetoed that. “Have you guys been briefed yet?”
“Flag normally does that while we’re on our way!” Harley yells into the mic of her headset and Tak has to stop himself from cringing.
“There’s a threat. We’re going to take it out. Simple as that.”
“That’s not much of a plan, mate.”
“Form one. I could do this by myself but Waller sent you guys with me.” Tak looks away, deep in thought. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Maybe it’ll get back to Waller and she’ll pull him off the task force, but for some reason, Tak can’t bring himself to care. Until he pictures your disapproving face. “Look, we’ll form two teams, flank the combatant on either side and hold positions. Do whatever you gotta do but make sure it’s dead.”
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Rick’s arm inches closer and closer around your shoulders, but he’s not really sure how to approach your still frame. He had thought that one on one time with you and only you would be fun, but the way you hug yourself as you stare mindlessly at the tv proves otherwise and he’s about had it.
“Are you like this when I’m gone?” The question stirs you out of your thoughts, pulling your attention towards the man next to you.
“What?”
“Are you like this when I’m gone,” he gestures to the way you perch yourself on the couch, your phone within a reaching distance. “Are you this cold with Tak?”
Your eye twitches. How dare he ask something like that? “You really don’t have a damn clue.”
Rick softens at your tone, a sudden reminder of how scared you’ve been each time he’s left in the past. “I’m trying to learn. Please, talk to me. Say something,” Rick begs, gripping onto your arm as you thaw with his touch, letting out a shaky breath.
“When you’re gone, I cry myself to sleep. Recently, yes. In Tak’s arms. But that doesn’t make it better. I’m afraid to fall asleep because all I see when I dream are memories of last year. Everytime I try to shut my eyes, I just see you on the stretcher in that damn hospital with those tubes and wires sticking out of you every which way and me in the background, watching helplessly as they saved your life. Not able to do a damned thing. I wake up each night you’re gone, screaming for you. Terrified. And I have only been able to just slightly calm down after Tak holds me and reminds me that you are still here. And even then, in the back of my mind, I know that can always change. Now I have to deal with that for both of you.” You pull a gasp of air into your lungs, only able to judge how long you’ve been ranting by your need for oxygen, “This, me just sitting here, not talking is nothing, Rick. So please, just try to be understanding,” you crawl onto Rick’s lap and wrap around him, burying your head in his neck as his arms wrap around you. “I just want you both to be safe.”
Rick presses a kiss to the top of your head as he strokes your back. “He’s going to be fine, baby. We’re both going to be fine.”
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Tak is not fine. Far from it in fact. Never in all his years of training with Quell and CTAC had he seen such a disarray of chaotic fighting, but what he sees here in the streets of Havana has him questioning all sanity. “Quinn, get the fuck down!” Takeshi’s voice booms as he dives to his right, tumbling across the asphalt and just barely escaping a large truck being thrown towards them. Where the fuck did that even come from? Harley isn’t as lucky. She gets decked by the corner of the vehicle and crashes onto the hood of a nearby car. Tak watches then as one of the army rangers that had been sent along with the squad gets picked up by an unseen force and hurled against a nearby building. His body slumps to the ground limply though Tak is unable to tell whether he is dead or just unconscious.
“Fuck.” Managing to pull his bruised and sore body up from the ground, Takeshi moves quickly to position himself behind a flipped over van where he will have at least partial cover before angling his rifle towards the creator of all of this chaos. Standing in the middle of the destroyed street is a pale man dressed in completely drab clothing except for the black glove on his right hand, which glows with a bizarre purple light. Tak aims straight for the man's head, but once again can’t believe his eyes as he pulls the trigger. The bullets swerve around his adversary. Round after round somehow manages to miss their target, but they do get his attention. The man, tall and lanky, then turns to Tak and begins to take short, precise steps towards him. Tak throws the rifle down and grabs two knives from their holsters on his side. “Come on then, you motherfucker.”
With a swipe of his attacker's gloved hand as he nears, the car Tak stands behind is lifted and heaved towards his head, just high enough for the envoy to duck and avoid.
“Is that all you got?” He spits out and stands back up to his full height, before taking a step forward.
The person steps back with a chuckle, his eyes gleaming with anger as he raises his arm outwards and points a finger in Tak’s direction.
“Not in the slightest.”
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Rick places his card over the scanner, granting him and you access to an unused room. After much convincing on your part, Rick finally caved and agreed to let you watch the mission. Normally, it’s classified unless you were on the comms team, but how could he say no to your pleading eyes.
“These computers should still be functional. We can’t stay here for long though, darlin’. We’re only here to see how he’s holding up. Right?”
You stand behind Rick, Takeshi’s coat wrapped around your body as you nod your head. Realistically, you know your Envoy is fine, but with any mission, there is always the nagging feeling that accompanies you. And this being his first with the team makes it all the worse. “Yeah, I just wanna see how he’s doing.”
Rick nods, typing in his own code and pulling up the surveillance in the area. Shock and confusion begin to set in at the scene playing out in front of you both. “What the fuck is he doing just standin’ there?”
You easily push Rick to the side and stare down at the screen, the hacked security cam footage showing you two small figures who appear to be Takeshi and the enemy standing across from each other, a purplish light surrounding the Envoy who stands completely still in his spot. Your brows furrow together as you bang the computer with your fist, hoping the signal is simply frozen. Rick is quick to pull your hands away from the screen as he calms you and points to the corner. “This is live feed, darlin’. See?” your eyes follow his movement and see some trash rolling in the breeze, but still, Tak and the person remain still.
“What’s going on? Why isn’t he moving?”
“I don’t know, maybe it has somethin’ to do with that thing on his hand?” A shiver runs down your spine and you wish you were there with him, helping him, instead of watching him fight on a screen from thousands of miles away. Placing your hand on the screen, you lean your head on the box as a tear slips out.
“Please come back to me.”
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Tak feels foggy. Like he’s out of place. He knows he’s walking down a corridor in Belle Reve, but he can’t seem to remember why or how he got there. His hands are stuffed in his jacket pockets and his head hangs low. It all feels off. As he continues to walk down the hallway, he’s quick to spot you and Rick, walking side by side and holding hands. “Hey Flag, (Y/N)!” He jogs down the hall towards the pair of you, who he’s surprised make no move to greet him. Coming to a stop in front of the both of you, a frown falls on his face when he sees the way you stare at your shoes, refusing to look at him and then Rick’s clenching jaw. “What’s wrong?”
Rick is the first to face the Envoy, pushing you behind his large frame and grabbing a fistful of Tak’s jacket, hoisting the man into the air. What the hell? Tak thinks to himself as Rick scowls. “Who the fuck do you think you are showing your face around here? You’re lucky I don’t kill you.”
Tak quickly break’s Rick’s hold on him and shoves the special ops agent back, giving them space. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on,” his eyes tear away from Rick and fall onto you. “Baby? What’s going on?”
You step out from behind Rick, and push your hair back; dark sunken eyes, hollow cheeks, and a pale complexion adorn your face, way different than the one that usually greets Tak. “If I’d known it would always be her, I would’ve kicked you back through the portal myself. I don’t want you around me, Kovacs. Leave me alone, you’ve already done enough damage.” You start to walk away and Tak tries to reach out but is blocked by Rick’s solid frame.
“Look murderer, she told you to leave her alone. Now leave. Her. Alone.” Rick shoves Takeshi back as Tak’s thoughts race. What the fuck is going on? What did I do? Why does this feel wrong?
“(Y/N). Don’t leave. I love you!” Tak falls to his knees, a heavy weight crushing down on him and making it impossible to breathe. His hazel eyes fall to the floor and barely catch the top of your shoes.
“You ruined that, Kesh. I don’t love you anymore. Goodbye.” With that, you take Rick’s hands and walk away and out of Takeshi’s life.
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Harley’s vision slowly starts to come back to her, though still hazy, as she coughs up dust, rubble laying all across her body and her javelin laying in the dirt next to her. Is everything over? Sliding off the hood of the car, she surveys the scene. It’s calm. Too calm. Grabbing the javelin, she starts to skip on the road, the metal weapon swinging back and forth in her hand and despite her joyous attitude, there was still a weird atmosphere. Rounding the corner, she easily spots the cause of the tension.
In the middle of the road their clearly not dead enemy stands over Tak who sits on his knees in a daze, a purple haze clouding him. “What the fuck?” Harley looks down in her hands to her javelin and shrugs. If she can save Flag, she can save Flag 2.0.
Sneaking around the pair, she crouches down beside a rock and peers over. “Why is he not fighting?” Her blue eyes scroll down the elongated weapon. “Should I save him? I think I should.” After a minute, she shrugs and starts creeping up to the person, keeping a low profile and clenching onto her javelin. “He betta like me after this.”
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Tak stares down at his hands covered in blood. What has he done? A hand finds a place on his shoulder causing him to look up, a familiar face greeting him. “You did good, Kesh. I knew you could do it.”
“What did you do? What the fuck did you do?” He stands to his full height and looks down at his sister who smiles with a gleam in her eyes.
“What you’ve always wanted to do. You just finally did it,” she shrugs and gestures to the hall, bodies laying across the floor. Tak’s eyes go wide and he feels like he’s going to puke. He carefully steps over each and every body until a hand sticking up among the rest catches his eyes.
“No, no, no, no.” He crashes to his knees and shoves the bodies aside until he finds yours, eyes wide and dull as blood pours from your mouth. He quickly drags you out from under the bodies and cradles your head to his chest and looks up at Reileen. “What the fuck did you do?!”
Reileen laughs and crouches down, pulling up one of Tak’s hands and showing the bloody knuckles. “I think the question is, what did you do?”
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Harley stands behind the man and taps him on the shoulder, causing him to turn around. “Hey, let go of him, he’s had enough.” She swings the javelin across the side of his face causing him to lose focus and let go of whatever hold he had Tak in. Harley races to Tak’s side and throws the javelin down. Grabbing a hold of either side of Tak’s face, she tried to shake him awake. “Come on hotstuff, wake up.”
The enemy beside them groans in pain but before he could sit up, DuBois has a foot on his gloved hand and a gun aimed at him. “Uh uh, I don’t think so.”
Harley ignores her teammates as she slaps Tak’s face a couple of times, but to no avail. “He won’t wake up! He betta not die! (Y/N) will kill us!” She continues to slap his face as DuBois pulls the glove off of the bloody faced man and places him into a pair of restraints.
“Relax, he’s probably just unconscious.”
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“You’re a monster. You know that?” Wake up, Takeshi. You’re dreaming.
“We’re the monsters, Kesh. We were designed to kill and you did what you’re best at. You killed the enemy.” This isn’t real. Wake up.
“No, I killed my love. You made me kill her. You’re the enemy.” Tak scowls at Reileen as she shrugs, picking at her cuticles.
“When will you realize that we are killing machines? It’s what we do. She was just a bystander who got in the way. Now come, brother. We have work to do.” Reileen stands up and starts to walk down the hallway but stops when she realizes that her twin isn’t following her. “Come on, now.”
Tak shakes his head, his arms holding your dead body close to his. “No. I’m done following you around. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Keshi, please. Please come with me,” Reileen begs, holding out her hand for him to take but he shakes his head.
“No. I’m staying right here. You’ll have to leave without me.” That’s right. Now wake up.
“You’re making a mistake.”
“Probably, but I’d rather stay here than go anywhere with you.” Reileen storms out in a blind rage as Tak continues to cradle your face to his chest. Looking down at you, he wipes some of the blood off your face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”
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Tak jolts awake in a panic and shoots straight up. He looks around and sees the team standing around him with the target in cuffs. Without allowing himself a moment to clear his head, Takeshi marches over to where DuBois is holding the man. “Let me talk to him.” DuBois moves out of the way and hands Tak the instrument that put Tak under. Gripping onto the collar, he stares the person in the eyes. “What did you do to me?”
The man chuckles, spitting in Tak’s face but Tak doesn’t flinch.
“I know your deepest fear now. It will come to pa-” Tak doesn’t let the man finish before he places his own gun - that he had in fact snuck onto the plane - underneath his chin and pulls the trigger, blowing the man’s brains to bits. The squad merely watches in shock. Flag would never do that. But then again, Takeshi is not Rick Flag. He’s Takeshi Lev Kovacs. Which no one on the team would ever doubt again after this.
“Wow, that was bad ass!” Harley comments and this time Tak gives her a nod in acknowledgement. Still shaken up, he grabs his weapons and the tech and starts toward the carrier with only one thought on his mind, to get home to you.
You bounce up and down on the heels of your feet, barely contained excitement coursing through you. Your boys stand behind you, Rick with hands in the pockets of his jeans and Takeshi with his stuffed into his jacket, neither really wanting to be there, but after your consistent demanding that THEY take you out on a date, both had finally caved. Screams of joy and horror sound all around Tak as the smell of fried food invades his nostrils. Looking around the place, he notes the children running in circles around their tired parents as they and gaggles of half interested teens wait in the long lines for brightly colored rides that don’t seem the safest in the world.
“People actually pay for this shit?” He muses to no one in particular as the line to get in slightly shuffles forward. Neither Rick nor you look at him.
“Yep. It’s fucking stupid is what it is,” Rick replies, scrolling through emails as you roll your eyes and punch both men on their shoulders.
“Guys…. This is supposed to be a date! DATE. I’m not telling you to have fun, but at least act like it for my sake, please?”
“Darlin’, we’ve been standing in this line for an hour just to get in. I highly doubt it’s worth it. We could go somewhere else,” Rick suggests and Tak thinks it over, one hand subconsciously reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette, taking a deep inhale after he lights it.
“No, I want to stay here. Can we please?” You beg, looking between the two men who glance to each other before both sign and shrug their broad shoulders.
“Fine.” “Sure.” It’s not like either could ever say no when you beg so sweetly.
Tak watches in amusement as kid after kid and even adults fail to shoot down brightly colored rows of ducks while he waits for you and Rick to get off the ride. After deciding that he, Rick and you obviously couldn’t sit all together in the little seats, Rick and Tak had agreed that they would each ride the rides with you separately so you could still get one on one time with each of them, and you were more than happy with the arrangement. Speaking of you.
“Hey, what are you staring at?” You ask with your dazzling smile that knocks Tak back a peg as you wipe your wind swept hair out of your face while Rick walks up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist.
“What are those people doing?” Rick and you look over to where Tak is motioning before looking at each other with a knowing smile.
“Rigged games. Vendors have these games that they set out and people play them thinking they can win not knowing that they’re designed to make it nearly impossible,” you explain, gesturing to the backpack Tak carries, “can I see it?” Slinging the backpack off of his shoulder, he hands the pink bag to you as you hastily dig in for a bottle of water, drowning the contents before handing it back. “I’ve always wanted one of those big bears but I never could get it. They look so fluffy.”
“Let’s get one then,” Tak muses as Rick scoffs.
“Look, if I can barely do it, then you most certainly can’t,” he comments, gaining Tak’s attention while your eyes scan between the two.
“What makes you think I can’t?” Tak tests as you decide to step in.
“Look, they’re literally set up to make you fail. It’s not uncommon for even the most skilled of people to fail,” your attempt to both soothe Rick’s ego and to talk Tak out of it doesn’t go unnoticed by either man.
“Let me give it a go. I’ll get you that teddy bear,” Tak comments as Rick shrugs, handing him a $5 bill and gestures to the stand.
“Knock ‘em dead,” Rick comments, you and him follow Tak’s broad frame as he walks up to the stand.
“Step right up! Think you have what it takes to win a prize?” The guy asks as Tak shoves him the money.
“What are the rules,” you turn into Rick’s shoulder, giggling at the intimidation radiating off of the man who stands a whole half foot shorter than the Envoy.
“Shoot all 10 down and win the grand prize, prizes go down from there,” he instructs, handing Tak the small bb gun, or really a regular size bb gun that just looks insanely small in his hands. Shrugging his shoulders, he holds up the gun and nods to the operator. Running the machine, the operator, you and Rick watch in amazement - or jealousy in Rick’s case - as Tak easily guns down 10 of the ducks.
“There you have it folks! We got a winner!” The man announces as people clap at Tak while you slip from Rick’s arms and jump onto Tak’s back, kissing his cheek.
“Great job, babe,” you whisper against his ear as he smirks, hands extending to take the bear from the man as you slip off his back.
“And for you, madame. One fluffy bear,” he feigns mannerisms, bowing down lowly with an arm extended out as you gasp, clutching onto the bear’s soft brown fur.
“Why thank you, kind sir. Such a gentleman,” you reply with a faux British accent, both of you oblivious to Rick’s silent raging.
“Screw this,” he mutters under his breath, pulling another $5 out of his pocket and slamming it on the counter, grabbing the gun and nodding to the man who runs the belt. Going into military mode, Rick focuses on the row of ducks and shoots them down one by one until the trigger clicks, telling him it was empty.
“Another winner!” The man hands Rick a white bear before turning his attention to you. “You are very lucky, ma’am,” he comments as Rick passes you the bear with a smirk plastered on his face.
“I know I am.”
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You trudge along with an armful of multi-colored animals that the two men collected for you over the past hour. What was once fun had long turned into a grueling testament to toxic masculinity.
“Hey Kovacs, bet you couldn’t win in an eating competition,” Rick comments, eyeing the contestants who were struggling to keep the food down.
“Let’s just go home,” you whine, arms aching from supporting all the animals.
“Come on, sweetheart, one last game?” Rick asks as Tak nods in agreement.
“It was your ideal to come here,” he reminds you and you scowl. Yes, it was your ideal to come here. No, you did not plan to sit on the sideline as they swapped dick measurements.
“Fine, whatever,” you reply with exasperation in your voice, neither Tak or Rick noticing, too wrapped up in the competition before they walk up to the stage where new contestants waited for a spot. Taking a seat amongst the crowd, you watch as Tak and Rick take a seat next to each other on the stage with the other contestants.
“Alright, for those of you still here, you know the rules, for those of you who just joined us, they read; whoever finishes all 50 hot dogs first, wins. To win, you must have eaten all of the dog and all of the bun. You are allowed to use condiments and you are allowed to drink water. To be deemed the winner, you must have swallowed every last bit with none left in your mouth. You have 20 minutes. On your mark.” Rick eyes Tak. “Get set.” Tak winks back at Rick, flicking up a middle finger. ”Go,” the announcer shouts through the mic as the clock starts ticking down. Everyone on the stage starts shoving the food in their mouth, chewing as fast as they could while an arm nudges you. Looking over, you see a girl around your age staring back.
“Are those two twins?” She asks as you chuckle, situating the bears on your lap as best you can. Despite Tak and Rick both winning all of the carnival games there and henceforth winning you all of the animals, you only kept the two bears, passing the rest down to the children who pouted for losing against two highly trained soldiers.
“Something like that,” you mention with a fake smile, not really wanting to entertain the woman.
“Which one are you dating? The one on the left is so hot. If you’re not dating him, I’d fuck him for sure,” her comments about Tak have your fists curling around the soft fur of the stuffed animals.
“They’re both taken,” you sneer at her as she recoils, both of you turning your attention back to the stage and you can’t help but feel a tad bit of guilt for snapping. I mean, she is right.
“Ha! I won!” Rick shouts victoriously, standing up from his chair with his arms raised toward the sky as Tak slams the last remaining bit of hot dog onto the plate and points a finger at Rick.
“Fuck you man,” he shouts with his mouth full as the announcer walks over to Rick.
“And there you have it folks. Our winner.” Rick puffs his chest out as the announcer hands him a small trophy and a handshake before leaving Tak and Rick.
“How the fuck do you eat that fast?”
“Military. Didn’t have a lot of time to-” Rick is cut off by the sudden urge to vomit. Leaning over the edge, the contents spill out of his stomach and onto the pavement as Tak smirks.
“You were sa-,” Tak is quick to follow suit, half chewed hotdogs spilling out of his mouth. As the two men continue to throw their stomachs up, the lady turns to you with a look of disgust on her face.
“You can have them.” Embarrassment floods to your face as you look down to the ground. I just wanted one fucking date, and they had to be assholes and ruin it. Grabbing a hold of Tak’s backpack, you take Rick’s car keys and start making your way to his truck, not bothering to grab the two bears. They’re big boys. They can find a way home.
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“Where the hell is she?” Rick asks impatiently, looking around the rest of the crowd as Tak’s eyes catch a hold of the two bears. Tapping Rick on the shoulder, he points to where you were sitting moments ago.
“Those are her bears,” Tak comments as he and Rick walk over to your seat. Picking up a piece of paper, Tak turns it over and reads the writing, “‘find a ride home.’ The hell got her in a pissy mood?”
“I don’t know, but we’ll find out,” Rick places his hands on his hips for a moment before grabbing the bears. “Let’s go.”
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Your feet shuffle to the front door at the continuous pounding. Swinging the door open, you allow no emotion to grace your face upon seeing the two large, broad men carrying stuffed teddy bears.
“Why did you leave us?” Rick asks, gently pushing past you and into the living room, setting his bear down on the couch as Tak shuts the door.
“Because you guys were being embarrassing. Honestly I was appalled by both of your behaviors,” you scold as Rick and Tak lock eyes.
“How the fuck were we embarassing?”
“Oh I don’t know,” you start, pinching the bridge of your nose, “how about the fact that you hogged all of the fucking games and tried to out do each other every time. Or how about the fact that you guys weren’t letting kids play those stupid games. Or how about the fact that you guys were shoving hotdogs down your faces and then proceeded to throw up everywhere. I mean honestly. And that’s not even the worst of it!” You shout out in exasperation, arms flailing in the air as Tak and Rick listen to your scolding.
“What’s the worst?” Tak asks, leaning against the counter while Rick places his hands on his hips.
“The worst is that it was supposed to be a fun evening. The three of us. But no, with your fucking dick measuring contest, you guys completely left me out and ignored me. FYI they’re the fucking same.”
“Oh really?” Rick asks, prowling toward you and convincing Takeshi to follow with nothing more than a pointed look.
“Yes. You guys have the same fucking dick. Happy?”
“Wanna test that out?” Tak questions from behind you, one hand slipping underneath your shirt.
“I don’t know if we should, Kovacs. She’s being a little brat. Brats don’t get awarded,” Rick muses, arousal beginning to pool in your stomach, though not enough to make you forget about your justifiable anger.
“Screw you guys. Leave me alone.” There’s less fire behind your words than you’d like, but it’s there none-the-less.
“Alright. Alright You’ve got a point, darling. We got a bit too competitive and wound up neglecting you. We’re sorry. Aren’t we, Tak?” Rick acknowledges, remorse clear in his tone.
“We really are, princess. We’ll try not to let our competing hurt you in the future. Promise.”
A guilt starts to build in your gut in response to their apologies. Staring down at the ground to avoid their eyes you whisper, “I’m sorry I left you there instead of just telling you what was wrong.”
“We know, sweetheart. Now will you be a good girl for us and let us make it up to you?”
“What if I don’t want to?” A teasing lilt returns to your voice.
“Then we’ll make you,” Tak growls from behind, easily picking you up and following Rick to your bedroom. Tossing you down on the bed, Rick and Tak stand at the edge and look you over, smirking at each other while formulating a plan.
“How are we going to do this?” Rick asks as Tak tilts his head to the side, ripping off his button down.
“We could take turns. I can take her from the back and you from the front, then swap,” Tak suggests while Rick toes off his shoes.
“Do you even think she can take both of us?” Tak chuckles as both men notice you rub your legs together.
“Yeah, she can. We’ll have to stretch her though.” Rick nods at the other man, disposing of the rest of his clothes and crawls into bed behind you, his lips attaching to your neck as his hands move to the hem of your shirt. Meanwhile, Tak crawls in front of you and unbuttons your pants, shimmying them down your legs while placing an open mouth kiss on your clothed cunt causing you to moan. The men have seemed mostly incapable of working together up to this point, but when it comes to getting you bare in front of them, they move in harmony.
“Darlin’, if anything doesn’t feel good, let us know. Okay?” Rick’s breath fans across your ear and neck as he speaks, causing goosebumps to rise there.
“Okay,” your breath is shaky and Tak smirks, looping his hands underneath the waistband of your panties while Rick expertly unclasps your bra.
“Is this okay?” Tak asks suddenly, ignoring his own arousal as he stills his movement, waiting for your permission.
“Yeah, please, please keep going,” Rick smirks against your neck, his own hands grasping onto your breasts and kneading the flesh underneath his palm. “God, that feels good, Rick.” Tak slightly frowns before dipping his head between your legs and licking a strip between your folds. “Fuck, Tak.” You moan out, feeling Tak grin against your folds, his arms wrapping around your legs to hold you against his face while his blunt fingernails dig into the supple flesh of your thigh, no doubt leaving marks in his wake.
Seeing the Envoy enjoying himself, Rick can’t help but get a little jealous. He supposes he’s going to have to get used to it, but something about seeing his look alike down between your thighs where he should be irks him more than he cares to admit.
Seeming to feel Rick’s silent musings, one of your hands reaches around and grabs hold of his member and begins to stroke it lightly causing Rick to groan, not really expecting that. “Just relax, Ricky.” Rick hesitantly nods, closing his eyes and letting his lips wrap around the bud of your nipple while one of his hands tweaks the other. Focusing on the way your chest raises into his mouth and the way your hand mindlessly pumps him, he groans around your areola, causing you to gasp against the shell of his ear.
Meanwhile, Tak watches the whole interaction, his observant eyes falling to the way Rick’s tongue languidly laps at your nipple. Deciding to give Rick’s method a try, Tak shuts his eyes and just lets himself feel. He feels the way your velvety walls lightly spasm on his tongue. He feels the way your tuft of hair tingles his nose. He feels the warmth of your inner thighs that rest against his ears. Lightly moaning against your sex, Tak feels the way you squeeze your thighs against his head. “Oh fuck, Tak, just like that.” Upon the confirmation, Tak’s tongue tightens its strokes, hitting that small spot over and over again. “Shit,” you pant above him, your face breaking away from Rick’s neck where you left a big welt and staring down at the Envoy between your legs.
With one hand still pumping Rick, you interlock your other hand in Tak’s soft hair, holding him down against you as you rut up into him, Tak not minding one bit. “Shit, I’m close.”
Rick’s eyes snap open at your proclamation. Looking down, he watches with a strange erotica the way your hips rock against Tak’s face, desperately trying to bring about your orgasm. Shifting back, Rick’s hand moves the hair away from your neck as he peppers wet, open mouthed kisses along your jaw. “Tak makin’ you feel good, darlin’?” His breath is hot and heavy on the shell of your ear as he gently tugs the cartilage between his teeth.
“Uh huh, so good,” you mumble, throwing your head back against Rick’s shoulder, giving him better access to your neck.
“Why don’t you do him a favor and cum on his tongue. Cum on his tongue so he can eat up all of your sweet juices. Be a good girl for Colonel and cum on his tongue,” Rick lightly tweaks your nipple and that’s all it takes for you to topple over the edge and onto Tak’s tongue, who greedily laps you up, holding you tight to his face and not allowing you to resist his assault on your clit.
Coaxing you through your orgasm, Tak’s thumbs mindlessly rub into your thighs as your breathing begins to calm down. Once he’s positive you’re down from your high, he sits back on his knees and looks down at your swollen cunt. “That is truly the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”
Rick peers his head around yours and looks down between your legs, all puffy and glistening from Tak’s tongue, his arousal painfully hard now, and so is Tak’s. “Shit, that is.” He presses a chaste kiss to your temple before scooting out from behind you, allowing you to lay back on the bed. “Wonder how that’s gonna feel around us.”
Tak gives Rick a crooked grin. “Why don’t we find out?” You gulp thickly, still trying to recover from your orgasm as your legs clench together, your walls pulsating around nothing as you try to picture both of them taking you.
Seeming to read your mind, Tak gently takes your jaw in his hand and rubs his thumb along the sharp line. “Don’t worry, princess, we’ll make it as painless as possible.”
“It’s not the pain I’m worrying about,” you admit as Rick grabs ahold of his member and strokes himself a couple of times as he repositions himself behind you.
“Did you hear that Kovacs? I think she wants this. Do you want us, darlin’?” Your head cranes back and out of Tak’s grasp as you face Rick.
“More than anything,” Tak snorts as his fingers tap underneath your chin, silently telling you to open. You comply easily, drool already pooling in your mouth at the sight of his leaking cock.
“Alright princess, we won’t hold back.” Rick slips in you easily with a low grunt as you clench around him, your hand reaching up and grabbing ahold of Tak’s cock.
“I wouldn’t expect otherwise.”
Author's Note: AND SO IT'S BACK!!! Let @yelenas-lova and I know how you like it!!!!
Author's Note: Short but sweet conclusion! Thank you to everyone who has continued to stay with the series from the beginning through the hiatus to now! We really appreciate it!
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Takeshi’s thoughts run wild. What had the man done to him? Why wasn’t he prepared for it? Is that not the whole series of training modules he went through with Quell? If so, why was he not able to differentiate being under to the real world? The wind from the open cargo door blows his dirty hair wildly as his gaze pierces his feet. Do you really think he’s a monster? He knows it was just a hallucination, but if you know the truth about everything in his past, would that dream become a reality? Would you say the same thing?
Harley nudges Takeshi, causing Tak to look up and slowly come back to reality before looking at his teammate. “Yes?”
“Are ya okay sweetums? Still under the evil man’s spell?” Her works come out in a joking tone, but Takeshi does not have the emotional capacity to respond in kind.
“It’s none of your business,” it’s harsh and Harley quickly sinks back in her seat. Him and Rick have that in common, she thinks to herself as she turns to look away, well aware of Takeshi sighing next to her. “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just… It’s just this mission went very differently than how I pictured it would. I was not expecting any of that to happen.” Silence. “Thank you for getting me back.”
Harley’s eyes widen at his apology. It had taken Rick years to learn to apologize to his team and it’s taken Tak one day. Fidgeting in her seat, she waves him off. “It’s not a problem! Just doin’ my job!”
The tarmac is empty except for a handful of medics, you and Rick. Before Corto Maltese there would be security guards in place, ready to take the inmates back in restraints, but now, they’re free to do as they please once they finish a mission.
Rick watches the way your hands tug at each other, a sign of the nerves. You don’t know what kind of shape Tak is in. Not after what you'd seen of the mission before losing the camera feed. You don’t know if he’s hurt or if he’s ok. If he’s dead or alive. Smiling softly at your antics, Rick takes your hands in his and kisses your knuckles, distracting you from the carrier landing. “He’s okay, darlin’. He’s okay.”
You look up to Rick through your eyelashes as a smile starts to etch its way on your face. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
Rick chuckles, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and bringing you into his frame as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Once or twice,” he pulls away as one by one the members of the Suicide Squad leave the plane. His hazel eyes immediately find Takeshi’s tall frame, causing him to pull away from you. “Go greet him. I’ll make a call for some food for us.”
You tear your eyes away from your boyfriend to look at your other one as you squeeze Rick’s hand. “Chinese?”
“We’ll see about it. Now go before he drags you away.” You give his hand one last squeeze before rushing toward the Envoy.
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The light blinds Tak as he steps off the aircraft and not a second later a force knocks him back a step. “Oh Kesh!” Smelling the familiar scent of your perfume, Tak immediately wraps his arms around you as your legs wrap around his waist. The two of you stay wrapped in each other’s arms for a minute before he sets you down only to take your face in his hands and press his forehead against yours, emotions threatening to spill out. “Kesh? Everything okay?”
He’s quick to nod but you don’t miss the way his lip slightly quivers. “Oh sweetheart. What’s wrong?”
“I just missed you. Missed you so fucking much,” his lips crash to yours as the world around him stops and damn it feels good to be back in your arms.
Surprised by his action, your hands wind behind his neck and anchor him down as your lips dance in tandem with his; love pouring between the two of you.
“Awwww, aren’t you two just the cutest.”
“Quinn, leave them alone.”
“Oh come on Flag, look at them. Aren’t they cute?” Rick chuckles as he shoos her away, giving you and Tak some privacy as you finally break apart. Tak takes a moment to collect himself by staring in your eyes before he straightens up and faces Rick who remains a respectable distance from the two of you.
Rick is the first to make a move, extending his hand toward Takeshi with a knowing look on his face. “How was it?”
Your arm wraps around Tak’s waist as your other one wraps around Rick’s, making the handshake awkward for the two men. Takeshi still shakes his hand nonetheless. “Not going to lie, it was rough, really rough.” Rick nods in understanding as you look up at your two lovers.
“Well, I’m glad you made it back safely. Did you succeed?”
Takeshi makes a notion to where DuBois hands Waller the device. “That weapon needs to be destroyed.” Rick and you quickly look over and notice the glove still glowing a slight purple as it’s placed into a safe. “It’s powerful. Really powerful.”
“What did it do?” You ask as Tak shakes his head, clearly not wanting to talk about it. Dropping the subject, you squeeze both men causing them to look down at you. “Well, I’m hungry. Did you call that Chinese place, Rick?”
“Well, I wanted to wait to see what Tak wants.”
“Chinese sounds good to me.”
“Great, and then we can watch movies and cuddle and go to bed,” you start to ramble about all the things the three of you can do as Rick and Tak smile in unison.
“Whatever you want, darlin’.” “Sleep does sound amazing right now.”
You stop your movements as you look up at the two men, your heart fluttering like a love sick teenager. “I love you both, so much.” You take turns kissing each of their cheeks as they blush.
“I love you too, princess.” “I love you too, darlin’.”
Requested by @fairchildflag: 14. "How do you feel about two at once?" with Rick Flag and Takeshi Kovacs 😏
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Warnings: polyamorous relationship, LIME 18+, language, sexual innuendos, a lil hanky panky at the bar, drinking
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You can feel their eyes on you before you see them. It's a game they came up with. All three of you, go to a crowded bar, who ever finds one another first is in control for the night. And even though you can't see them, you know they can see you. "Shit."
A large hand wraps around your shoulders as another sets a drink down next to you. "You know what this means, right?" You turn around in your stool and peel off your fake wig before looking at Tak and Rick, both sporting identical shit eating grins.
"No, what does it mean?" You play along with the game, knowing that either way it's going to end in a night of ecstasy.
"It means, princess, we're going to do whatever the fuck we want to do," you feel Tak's hand slowly begin to trace the inside of your thighs and if it weren't for Rick's broad frame standing behind you, you probably would've fallen over.
"And what we want to do, we want you to scream our names," Rick's breath is hot against your ear as he lightly nips at the lobe before moving to lean against the bar top.
"How'd you guys find me?" You ask the pair through gritted teeth, trying to suppress a moan as Rick's hand joins Tak's beneath your skirt.
"Blonde don't look good on you, baby. Stuck out like a sore thumb."
"Shit, I knew I shouldn't have listened to Harley. She said you guys wouldn't be able to find me."
"You decided to listen to Harls? That's your own fault, darlin'." Rick chuckles taking a sip of his beer while his other hand continues messaging your inner thigh. Meanwhile, Tak's hand slowly creeps closer and closer to where you want it.
"We were wondering," he begins, stealing your concentration as Rick listens in on his partner. "How do you feel about two at once?"
Tak doesn't even try to lower his voice and his question has a couple of people turning their heads to look at you and your boys. "You know how I feel about it."
"Then why don't we get outta here, go somewhere more.... private."
"Where did you have in mind, Colonel?" Rick and Tak exchange a knowing glance before their attention turns back to you.
"Waller's office."
"You guys, that's suicide."
"Meh, that's what we're known for," Tak extends his hand for you to take as he helps you down from the stool. "Plus, risk of being caught could be fun."
"Ricky, was this your idea?"
"Nah, we've been wanting to do this for a while."
"Well then," you slam back your drink. "What are we waiting for?"
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Requested by @a-reader-and-a-writer: Can I request “ you are so smart. the world is lucky to have you." with Tak please? Thanks!
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Summary: You win the Noble Prize and your boys are there to congratulate you.
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The mirror in your dressing room casts a reflection of your appearance. Your silk grey dress hugs your figure and your hair is perfectly placed on the top of your head. Diamond earrings, a gift from Rick, drop from your ears and a small grey pendant, a gift from Tak, hangs from your neck. You smile at your reflection in anticipation as your note cards lay flat on the table.
It's 7 o'clock in Stockholm and your nerves are flying through the roof. In just a few hours, you will be awarded one of the top awards someone can be given for their contribution to humankind.
The door softly clicks open and two silhouettes enter your dressing room, a bundle of different flowers in both of their hands. "Rick. Tak. You're not supposed to be back here."
"We snuck in," Tak muses as they set down the flowers and make their way towards you. You snort.
"I highly doubt two 6'2 large men can sneak in." Your eyes rake over their appearance, causing your knees to go weak. You had told them it was a high class award ceremony, but you hadn't expected Rick to wear his fully decorated dress blues and Tak to wear a black velvet suit that hugs him in all the right places. "You guys look fantastic."
Rick is the first to go in, easily drawing you into his arms and placing a tender kiss to your forehead. "I knew you'd win, darlin'. I'm so proud of you." He dips his head and places a soft kiss to your lips as you cling to his uniform because if you hadn't, you would have probably collapsed to your knees. Rick pulls away and steps back while Tak takes his place. You offer him a small smile.
"This wouldn't have been possible if you never went through that portal." Tak lets out a rare smile that only you and Rick ever get to see as he wraps his large hands around your waist and pulls you into his solid frame.
"And I would've never gotten to meet you, princess. You're so smart. The world is- I-we," he motions between himself and Rick, "lucky to have you." He places a soft kiss on your lips before letting go and stepping back to Rick's side.
"We have to find our seats. We'll see you on the stage," they begin to head for the door until you stop them.
"Wait, guys." They stop and turn around. "Thank you for supporting me. I love you both so much."
"We love you too, sweetheart."
"We'll see you on the stage."
With that, your two men leave you to your thoughts and you think, none of this would have been possible without them.
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Summary: An unwelcome phone call interrupts a quick morning at home with your boys.
Coauthor: @lacontroller1991
Warnings: eating, cursing, that’s actually about it for once
Word Count: 1,251
Author’s Note: Shorter chapter this week but don’t worry. There’s lot’s to look forward to as we draw closer to the final chapter.
The following morning, you’re slowly lured out of your sleep by quiet bickering and the smell of bacon. Stretching your limbs out across your bed, you look around the room and see clothes thrown haphazardly around the room and blankets tossed over the floor. Memories of the previous night flood through you, causing a warmth to spread through your chest. Smiling softly, you throw yourself over your bed and find that you’re already dressed in one of Takeshi's undershirts and a pair of Rick’s flannel pajama bottoms. The thought of the two of your boys dressing you after you’d passed out, exhausted in their arms thanks to maybe one too many orgasms has you blushing as you stumble your way out of your room and toward the kitchen where the bickering is coming from.
“Yeah? I got this scar from fighting in an anti-gravity fighting ring,” Tak grumbles, causing Rick to scoff.
“There ain’t no such thing.”
“Maybe not here but-”
“Good morning boys,” you cut in, wrapping an arm around Tak and pressing your lips to his cheek before walking over to where Rick stands by the stove and kissing him as well. “What is my favorite cook making us this fine morning?” Tak shuffles behind the two of you, nudging into your shoulder and offering you a cup of coffee causing you to smile. “Thanks Kesh.”
“Mmhmm,” he replies, taking a sip from his own coffee cup and peering over Rick’s bare shoulder.
“Yeah what are you cooking, Rick? Looks like shit.” Rick shoots Tak a glare as you giggle, grabbing a fork and sticking the utensil into the scramble before Rick has a chance to protest. You bring a forkful of eggs to your mouth, chewing thoughtfully on it for a second while Tak and Rick watch with anticipation.
“I think it tastes perfectly fine.”
“Take that, Envoy.” Rick taunts as Tak squints his eyes and takes out a cigarette, only for you to pull it out of his fingers.
“The window, Tak.”
“Sometimes I miss Poe and The Raven. Could smoke whenever I wanted to there.” He muses as you roll your eyes and Rick resumes cooking.
“Yeah, well. We don’t live in Bay City,” the shrill ringing of your phone interrupts you. Turning it over, you groan at the caller ID. Rick looks over to you with curiosity as he plates food for all three of you. “Waller,” you answer his stare before clicking the talk button. “(Y/L/N),” you silently mock her before she even has a chance to reply, making Rick stifle a laugh, Tak’s lips even quirked up into a smile until your eyes fall to him. You slowly hand him the phone. “It’s for you.”
“Kovacs… When… Alright.” He hangs up the phone as you and Rick lean toward the Envoy. “She has a mission for me.”
Rick and you sit in the back of the room, talking amongst yourselves as Waller informs Tak and the squad of their mission operative.
“Y’know, I think he would actually make a great solo mission member but not a team leader,” Rick’s comment has you lightly slapping his hand.
“Have faith, Flag. I’m sure Tak can learn how to play well with others.”
“Not in time for this mission though.”
“Colonel Flag, Ms. (Y/L/N), something to add?” The two of you shake your head as Tak looks back, giving you and Rick a warning scowl. “Anyways, you and your team will travel down to Havana, Cuba where intel suggests that there’s an enemy operative, no known powers but they are believed to be in possession of alien technology.”
“So. I’m fighting an alien?” Tak questions, lighting a smoke much to Waller’s annoyance.
“You and your team are fighting an alien technology. You are to take down the threat using any means necessary and bring back the tech. Plane leaves in 30 minutes.” Waller disappears as Harley stretches over the back of her seat, staring at Tak upside down.
“Y’know, you seem like a capable fighter and all, but if you fuck up, I’ll kill ya.” Tak chuckles, blowing a plume of smoke into the air.
“Don’t worry. I’ve been doing this far longer than you’ve been alive.” Harley’s eyes widen as her eyes glance over to where you nod in reassurance.
“Fine. Then just don’t be as big of a buzzkill as Mista Government Agent and we’ll be just fine, right Sport?” She turns to Dubois who only shrugs in response. Takeshi takes this as approval enough.
“Come on, let’s suit up.”
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Rick and Tak don’t need to be especially empathetic to sense that you are beyond nervous. Yes, you get nervous whenever Rick leaves for a mission, but he’s been on them for years now, Tak hasn’t. You anxiously flick off some imaginary flint on Tak’s, well Rick’s, tac vest as Tak looks over to Rick with exasperated annoyance. Rick too is mildly annoyed, though trying to hold it together in light of the circumstances.
“Come on darlin’, there’s nothing there, leave him alone,” Rick pulls you back as Tak nods in appreciation, tightening the straps of his uniform.
“I know, I know. I just can’t help it,” your eyes flick between the two men as you take a mental picture. Both Takeshi and Rick are exactly identical in their uniforms. The only difference being that one of them is going and the other is staying.
“Wheels up in 5,” a fellow soldier calls out as the rest of the squad boards the cargo plane, leaving the three of you alone. Quickly, you grab hold of Tak’s face and frantically pull him down to meet your lips. He eagerly kisses back, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you closer. Rick shifts uncomfortably before clearing his throat, causing the two of you to break apart.
“Be careful, Tak. These missions are oftentimes meant to, designed even, to fail. So just please, look out for yourself.” His voice is serious, taking even you by surprise at the concern he is showing for this man that he has so often considered his rival. Tak does his best to hide his own astonishment, choosing only to nod at his counterpart before turning his attention back to where you stand just barely holding back the tears in your eyes.
“You don’t have to worry about me, angel. I am more than capable of taking care of myself.”
“I know, I know. But promise me you’ll be careful? I need you to come back to me.”
“Don’t worry, I will.” He steps away from you before remeeting Rick’s eyes.
“Don’t kill my team.”
“Pretty sure they’d kill me first,” Tak replies as Rick chuckles.
“They might,” he sticks out his hand and Tak looks at it before taking it in on his own, shaking it. “Good luck, Takeshi. Don’t die.”
Tak steps towards the plane before turning back towards you once more, “I love you. I will be back. Just look after yourself, ok?”
At this, the tears finally begin to fall but you force yourself to talk through them, “As long as you do the same. I love you. Come home.”
Takeshi gives you one more small nod before turning his attention to the man standing next to you, “Oh and Rick, take care of her for me.” You hang your head sorrowfully as Rick pulls you into his side.
Summary: You try to fix things after your fight with Rick and continue to take care of Takeshi. It goes... differently then you had expected.
Warnings: slight arguing, language, talk of nightmares, mention of death, mention of violence, SMUT, unsafe sex (always talk about protection with your partner babes!), slight dom!Takeshi, power bottom!Takeshi , service bottom!Takeshi, dirty talk, 18+ only
Coauthor: @lacontroller1991
Word Count: 3,426
You don’t know how long you’ve just been standing here for. It had been late by the time you’d gotten back to the apartment. Rick’s truck was in his marked spot, but when you had opened the front door all of the lights had been off, save for the small one above the kitchen sink that was always left on to stop the apartment from ever being truly dark.
“Just hang out in your room for a bit. I’ll figure this all out. I promise.” Takeshi had just nodded, wordlessly heading down the hall on quiet feet as if not to disturb the peace any further. After your argument with Rick outside of the lab, Tak had offered to go somewhere else, anywhere else, but you’d turned down the idea immediately. You’d told him that it was just a small quarrel and that it’d be worked out in no time, but it was clear that neither of you really believed that.
If you’re being completely honest, you have no idea where to go from here. All you know is that you have a promise to keep to Takeshi and friendship with Rick that you couldn’t risk losing and that it currently seemed impossible to have it both ways.
Which is what led you here. To just standing, nervously switching your balance from leg to leg outside of Rick’s bedroom door. Despite the late hour, you can still see the light on from underneath the door. But you just can’t seem to bring yourself to knock. Instead you are just there practicing what you want to say in your head, running yourself through a million different possible scenarios and pretending as if you're psyching yourself up when you're really only psyching yourself out.
It’s only when you hear his mattress squeak and the gentle pitter patter of his feet across the floor that you are finally able to reach up and tab on his door, and even then it’s mostly just out of fear that he’ll open it and find you just standing there miserably.
Rick looks exhausted. That’s all you can think about when he opens the door a moment later. He’s in an army green hoodie with a pair of black sweats and bare feet but it’s his eyes you really notice. They’re bloodshot and sunken, surrounded by slight reddened skin as if he’d been rubbing at them. It takes everything in you not to reach out and stroke the skin underneath them. But you know that's not the place the two of you are in right now.
“Can we talk, please?” He only replies by backing away from the doorway, leaving it wide open for you to walk through.
“I’m sorry I haven’t communicated with you better throughout all of this, Ricky. I never meant to upset you. That’s the last thing I ever want,” you’re barely even into the room before you start talking. You follow him to his bed, taking a seat about a foot away from him, still being careful to give him his space. “I just want to do the right thing. Just like you always do.”
Rick shakes his head slightly in response, “and how is turning our lives, your life upside down the right thing exactly, Y/N?”
“It’s my portal, Rick! Whatever happened to cause him to wind up here, away from everything he has ever known is at least somewhat my responsibility. I can’t just ignore that.” your voice is shaking as you speak.
“So then keep working on the machine. Figure out how to get him home. To his home. I get that! But it’s not your job to babysit the man!”
“That’s not enough! He’s all alone here! And I promised I would take care of him until I fix this and get him home. I promised him and you know I keep my word, Rick. I don’t break my promises. So don’t ask me to. Please,” you beg, tears in your eyes, “Please?”
Rick lets a sigh roll through his whole body as he slumps forward, leaning his head into his hands. He just sits like that for a few minutes, breathing and thinking.
“Ok. He can stay.”
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The next few days are awkward, to say the least. While there are no more blowups, the apartment is far from peaceful either. Mornings become a ritual of Rick making breakfast for just you and him, only for you to give your breakfast to Takeshi each time, much to Rick’s chagrin. As soon as it’s become clear that this isn’t going to change anytime soon, Rick starts making himself an extra large portion to share with you. Tak always slips some of his food (or your food, that is) towards you as well. It takes everything in you not to point out how ridiculous this whole scenario is, but in hopes of keeping the peace you just play along. At least you aren’t just surviving off of cups of yogurt.
Rick seems to be settling back into work, though this doesn’t stop you from worrying about him falling back under Waller’s thumb. You try to act casual each time you run into him in the halls of Belle Reve during the day, but you know he can see your anxiety no matter how hard you try to hide it. He’s always been able to see right through you.
It’s more difficult to keep an eye on Rick on the days where you bring Takeshi in with you. You need his help in continuing to try to pinpoint where exactly he came from and what may have triggered the portal to open. While he’s upfront about what occurred in the moments before his unexpected migration, he’s quite private about the rest of his life. He keeps you distracted with tidbits about his world and the future, be it the technology, culture, or travel, but anytime his own history comes up he is quick to change the subject with a stony face. Not before you can see the pain in his eyes though.
Which is likely why it comes as no surprise when you hear him crying out in sleep. You’re walking past his door on your way to grab a glass of water from the kitchen after finding yourself unable to sleep when you hear it. It’s late. Maybe half past two in the morning.
The sound startles you at first, as you’re still not used to having someone living in the room closest to yours. While you know that Rick also suffers from nightmares, his room is too far from yours to ever hear them. And even if you could, he’d made it clear in that past that he wasn’t comfortable talking about them.
Something about the anguish in the moans and half sentences coming from Takeshi’s room makes it impossible to walk past, even if you know you likely should. It’s clear that the man you were only just beginning to come to know is not a fan of vulnerability. But you can’t just leave him like this. Alone in the dark with his demons.
The door creaks slightly when you push it open but Takeshi is none the wiser as he twists and flails in the sheets of a still unfamiliar bed. His scrunched up face is sticky with sweat. “Quell….” you hear him whimper, “Please.”
Your eyebrows furrow at the words, unsure of what they mean. You don’t allow yourself to dwell on them for long though, instead moving towards the edge of the bed and gently shaking his calf. “Takeshi? Wake up for me, please,”
When he doesn’t respond and instead continues to whisper unfamiliar names and terms in a pained tone you move further up the bed. You’re careful to stand as far away as possible while still reaching out to rub and bump his shoulder, not sure how’ll react to being woken up, “Honey, you’re ok. Just open your eyes for me,” you beg softly.
This time he awakes, jerking away from you far enough to nearly fall off the bed. You pull your hand away, raising it and your other one in front of you in a sign of surrender, “Hey, hey,” you keep your voice low, as if you’re soothing a rabid animal, “It’s ok. I heard you crying. It was just a nightmare.”
The room is lit only by the slight glow coming in through the hallway but you still see how wide and panicky his pebble brown eyes are. “I-I…”
You don’t push him, knowing that he is not fully here with you yet, still partially somewhere in his nightmares as well. Instead you just wait, not quite knowing what to do, only that your heart aches for the hurting man in front of you. You can’t leave him like this.
He collapses forward suddenly, not crying or making any noise, just trembling slightly and curled in on himself. You barely hear it when he whispers, “Stay?”
The one word startles you, knocks the air out of your lungs for a moment before you move hastily to climb in the bed next to the giant of a man who suddenly seems so small. Once you are in the bed though you begin to move at a crawling pace as you go to place a hand on his bare back, careful to give him the time to stop you. When he doesn’t you begin to rub up and down his spine, occasionally moving your hand up into his hair and against his scalp.
“You’re ok. I’m here, Tak,” you soothe, “We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. But I am here if you do. You can be open with me. I’ve seen more than you know. You aren’t going to scare me away.”
Takeshi doesn’t know why he takes you up on that. He would normally never think to tell anyone about his dreams, or his life. Maybe it’s the exhaustion that’s rolling through his body, or the fact that this is the second time in such a short period that he’s had to reconcile with being in an entirely different world then the one he once knew. Or maybe it's the way your hand on his body feels like a safe haven. Whatever it is, he wants to tell you everything. To get it all off of his chest for once.
“I’ve done such horrible things, hurt everyone I’ve loved, I’ve lost them all,” it’s like once he starts he can’t stop. He tells you about his kindhearted mother and his cruel father. About being manipulated and shaped into a monster by the Protectorate and about being given a fresh start by Quell. He breaks down while talking about his sister's betrayal and about how she’d toyed with him over Quell still being alive only to rip his hope away with the truth of her real death in their final moments on the falling Head in the Clouds. Finally he tells you how he was hunted by Rei’s remaining followers, how he’d barely escaped with his life by falling through your portal.
At some point through his tale, you lean forward, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades. He can feel your tears rolling down his spine as you cry for him. He wonders what he’s done to deserve your compassion.
Before he can question you though, you reach your hand around to brush against his jaw, guiding him to face you. Instead of saying anything you stare into his eyes with a look he can’t quite recognize before leaning your forehead against his, thumb stroking over his cheek. Finally, you lay down against the pillows and guide him to lay against you. Your arms wrap around him as if to shield him.
“I’ve got you, Takeshi Kovacs,” he hears you whisper just as he falls into a dreamless sleep.
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When Takeshi wakes up, he notices he has a throbbing headache, and that the bed beside him is empty. If he remembered correctly, if it wasn’t all just some sort of beautiful but cruel dream, he had asked you if you would stay with him for the night, but the empty bed's lack of warmth suggests otherwise. Instead, Tak runs a hand through his hair as he looks around the room. Maybe he scared you off with the stories he told you the night before. Or maybe you had left halfway through the night, in which case he seriously misjudged your feelings for him, but all thoughts were cast aside once you walked through the door with a tray of food and a fresh cup of coffee.
“Morning Tak, did you sleep better?” He would probably never understand how you, someone he only just met, could treat him with such understanding. Regardless, he gets out of the bed and walks over to you, eyeing you up and down, noticing how your knuckles slightly clenched around the tray, not really sure where or what he was doing. Moving to stand in front of you, Tak grasps the plate and mug and takes them from you, setting them down on the dresser next to him.
“Is he here?”
“Who? Rick? He already left for work,” You’re confused by his question.
“Good,” his lips cut you off while his hands circled your waist, pulling you flush against him. The kiss is far from hesitant, a clear caress of sleep chapped lips.
Forcing yourself to pull away, you look up at the envoy with hesitancy. “I don’t wanna take advantage of you. You’re still hurting,”
Tak shakes his head, thumb grazing over your bottom lip. “I want this. I want to feel you. Please?”
“Even though you know my feelings for-”
“Yes,” Tak cuts you off, “I don’t need serious. If you want me, I want you. It’s that simple.”
“So just sex?”
“Sounds good to me,” he agrees, leaning down and capturing your lips against his again, pushing you toward the bed before he shoves you against it, toppling down on top of you as his lips press wet open kisses to your neck, his hands working to rid you of your clothes.
“Tak, wait,” you grab his hands, halting them from removing your clothes, “let's go slow, yeah?” His eyes stare back in shock before slowly nodding his head.
Placing a soft kiss on his lips, you allow your hands to wind up in his tousled hair and pull him down on you. You work with him to pull off and push aside clothes in between soft kisses to everywhere within reach. Now without clothing to separate the two of you, you flip him over so you are straddling him, hands on his toned chest, fingers tracing old and new scars alike.
“What are these from?” You ask, looking at the raised lines on his otherwise smooth skin.
“Don’t know, half of these aren’t mine,” you glance at him in question as he shakes his head, thumbs rubbing circles on your hips as he grinds his hips into yours in an attempt to distract you, his erection pressing against your wet core. It clearly works, as a breathy moan rises from your chest.
One of his hands glides it way from your hip to your glistening core. Tak gathers your wetness onto his fingers, taking his time to circle your clit repeatedly, until he has to hold you still with his remaining. From there he moves to push his finger deep into you, testing you. When your groans only continue to grow as he continues to thrust the digit in and out of you he adds a second, beginning to curl them within you.
“How’s that baby? Am I making you feel good,” You find yourself unable to reply as the pads of his fingers curl into a particular spot inside of you, instead only able to mumble unintelligibly and squirm on top of him. “At a girl. Let go for me, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum.”
You practically preen at his words, finding yourself unable to do anything but exactly what he’s told you to as you quiver and convulse around his fingers. Your orgasm flows through you like a tidal wave, taking your breath away and forcing you forward, your entire body rested over his.
“There we go, baby. You look so fucking hot up there, cumming for me like that,” you didn’t think it was possible to feel any hotter then you already did, but Tak’s words prove you wrong. And you become determined to do it for him again.
Grabbing his hard member, you align him with your core before slowly sinking onto him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Tak groans as you slowly grind on him, your tits bouncing each time, catching Tak’s attention.
“Tak, touch me more, please,” he smirks at your begging, hands raising from your hips to grasp your tits in his large hands, kneading the soft skin. Moaning, you threw your head back as his cock filled you up perfectly.
I wonder if this is how Rick would feel, you don’t know where the thought comes from, but guilt floods through you as your eyes meet Takeshi’s, I mean, he said he didn’t care about your feelings for Rick. And he’s trying to get over his own shit too. Maybe this is ok. You let the thought invade your mind as you rut against Tak’s hips, wordlessly asking him to move. Nodding, he pulls out before snapping back into you, groaning against your neck, both of you relishing in the sensation of the other. You had to admit to yourself, he was good. Amazing even. Pulling out quickly, Tak pushes you back so he is on top before thrusting back into you. The way his hips angle themselves against your hips as he thrusts into you has you seeing stars in no time. Feeling the building of another orgasm, your eyes bore into his as your breathing quickened, your walls beginning to convulse around his cock.
“You already coming again? Am I that good?” You're already coming, darlin’? Such a good girl for me, Rick’s voice echoes in your head as Tak mocks, seemingly knowing what is occurring in your mind as your head rolls to the side, him picking up the pace and pounding into you, skin slapping skin as you clamp down around his cock with a shout, waves of pleasure crashing through you.
Tak’s hips began to sputter as he began chasing his own orgasm. Never has he cum this fast, but something about you using him - for what he assumes imaging Rick instead of him - and him using you - for what you probably assume is him imagining Quell instead of yourself - made him tip over the edge quickly and suddenly.
Coming down from his high, Tak slips out and crashes onto the bed next to you, you still trying to regain your breath. Looking over to you, you both move to open your mouths, wanting to talk but having no words. Breaking the silence, Tak speaks first, “Did you imagine it was Rick instead of me?”
Heat blooms across your cheeks as shame rises inside of your body. He was hurting from what he was going through, and you were picturing fucking your long time crush that you knew would never like you back.
“Yes and I feel terrible about it,” you whisper, ashamed, but he only shakes his head and dismisses you with a wave of his hand.
“Don’t worry, I was doing the same thing,” he admits as your gaze snaps up to him. A pang of anger shot through your body, but you can’t blame him. Sighing, you rolled out of his bed with a blanket wrapped around you, heading for the door.
“I appreciate the sex Tak. It was damn good,” you wink at him, turning to open the door before looking back, “get showered, we still have actual work to do.” As you walk away, your heart aches. While you had just gotten off to picturing Rick fucking you instead of Tak, the feelings you were beginning to feel for the envoy only grew. What you didn’t know, thought, was Tak was thinking the same thing. His growing feelings for you accompanying the guilt of picturing Quell ate his insides. He makes a silent promise to himself, he won’t picture Quell or Ortega again when fucking you, and if you pictured Rick, then he’d be okay with it. But he won’t, can’t do that again.
