#deadlypandora

[youmustswearonit]

camper starter for @deadlypandora location: tents || with: Angel/ Kismet

Nero had been nervous the entire trip. Checking his watch, marking his vitals down on a slim notepad he brought with him for notes. His equipment has never been more organized, just about catalogued by size and manufacturing date, filling the notepad that was starting to look like one confessed secret away from being his intimate companion. Measuring tape used to space them apart evenly. There's was now a sizeable divot in the gun polishing cream from how frequent he's used it since their departure from the Atlantis base. His hands had a faint scent of menthol thanks to the polish, it was a bit over bearing but pleasant as they hiked their way through the temporary base of operations.

Walking by Kismet's side the entire way through the Romanian woods, carrying both their bags. Inconspicuously looking around at the fellow agents that walked on by, Nero couldn't help but relax as he saw the vice agents joining them. He turned to Angel, or Kismet as he's meant to refer to him now that they were officially in an undisclosed mission on behalf of Pandora. A slight smile spreads on his face as he watches him, seeing the impressive curls bounce the more they walked towards the camp grounds. "Think we'll get placed together again, roomie?" He asks the fellow agent. "I don't mind sharing my bedroll with you, even if we're not together..." A slight blush tints his cheeks as he realizes his words. "You know what I mean. There's always room for a tight squeeze with me, Kismet." He winks.

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38 ( with Angel - his roomie )

38. || from here. || @deadlypandora

Being a virtue agent had it's perks. While he often provided vehicle transport and aid to agents during their missions, Nero didn't mind being of use in other ways. This was especially true when it came to his roommate, Angel. He was... different from his usual M.O. Shorter, younger... softer... It was something the tech head would always notice when his callused touch grazed against Angel's supple skin. It didn't matter that Angel was also a virtue agent, Nero found himself lending his services to the fellow agent just the same.

It resembled much like the agent's callsign that they were roomed together. It helped that these two seemed to have an appetite that could be sated within a couple rounds. Wasn't a gun to the head or a dog mask, but Nero made due with what he was given, and boy did he give back. His hips curved themselves on each descent into the other man's hips, carving into his roommate's folds and fucking deeper into his pussy. A hungry stare stayed on Nero's face, studying each twitch and shift in Angel's face as his cock buries itself deeper within him.

"Fuck, you're so hot.." He breathes, slowing his thrusts just enough to have each one bottom Angel out at the hilt. "I think I'm going to like you for my new roomie."

[harbingerofrot]

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The collar around his neck was… unexpected. Harbinger understood the reasons why he was collared after Casper was revealed to be a mole – but not like he was aware of that information at the time of their interrogation. Maybe he should have done things differently? Not like Harbinger could blame others of being suspicious. He had one job and in return, he had considered Casper trustworthy when he was not. Of course, there would be suspicion upon him too. And… that was ok. There were bigger things happening right now and the last thing he wanted was to seem ungrateful or complain. The fact that he was collared didn’t mean he couldn’t be of help. If anything, he wanted to be even more helpful to prove his loyalty to Pandora. “Sorry.” His gloved fingers stopped playing with his collar and moved to pick a lock of his hair, his attention shifting from his thoughts to the newcomer approaching him. “Did you say something? I was… thinking.”

[pandoraouroboros]

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He really hated the cold. There was a part of him that absolutely despised everything revolving around low temperatures, which in turn would make him feel slower than usual – a not so subtle weakness that came with his ability to transform into a rather giant lizard. He liked the sun or at the very least, humid places. Cold? Not so much. His arms folded over his chest, jaw clenching in response to the teetering teeth that made him shiver. As a cold blooded individual, he really couldn’t stand low temperatures. “Of all the places in the world for us to keep watch and survey – a cold place is not what I wanted.” Truly, he was having half a mind to turn his literal tail from survey duty and find a nice, warm, cozy place to nestle and stay there until absolutely needed. “I’m going to have an issue with the cold. I just know it.”

[pandorasparasite]

13. With Kismet

Ratio stood close to Kismet, their clothes left somewhere on the floor. With their eyes locked on each other, Ray raised a rand and glided his open palm down the right side of Kismet's face, his touch gentle and warm. A thumb brushed against the young operative’s lips before he held his chin between his fingers. “ Your skin is so soft, ” He whispered, the suggestion of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He leaned forward, face hidden in the crook of Kismet's neck. His lips claimed every inch they could reach while his hands pushed the agent's slender build against his bulkier one. Slowly, he guided the other towards the bed, both of their bodies falling together onto the mattress. Rolling over, he made sure the smaller one was on top as their lips connected in a heated kiss. Ratio ran his hand down the miamian's back, slow and deliberate, “ Are you sure you want to do this? ”

[hewearsredvelvet]

5 ( with Blayne Sorrento )

05. || from here. || @deadlypandora

He'd have to make it up to his roomie for putting him out of a room for the night, but there was some rigorous training being done... In the dead of night... on his mattress. Cardio, one could call it. Pandora always mentioned to agent the importance of endurance when they trained, safe to say Eric and Blayne were merely getting a leg up everyone else on their training.

Speaking of legs being up, Eric's were currently up in the air, his hips and hole bracing for the fellow agent's thrusts into his punished pussy. The sounds of skin slapping across skin filled the room and the creak of the mattress springs soon followed as Eric felt the weight behind each of Blayne's thrusts.

He bit down a moan as he felt Roulette's thrusts quicken, Eric's hands reached out to grab at the fellow agent's hips as a result. His red satin covered hands pawing and groping at Blayne's lower back and plump backside as they traveled lower across the agent's laboring body. Looking up through a veil of sweat, Eric pants, broken moans escaping his lips as he took the playful wrath of the wrath agent.

[harbingerofrot]

LEVEL 06 THE RESTAURANT

It’s not that he was in a mood to party… because he wasn’t… but Walter was definitely not in the mood to cook as well – which had forced him to get out of his room and made his way to the restaurant, quickly glancing around to check who else was there. As luck would have it, it wasn’t all that crowded as he expected. Most of the agents were probably getting drunk at the bar rather than going to the restaurant for a nice meal and some downtime. There were still some people there – whose gazes quickly recoiled the moment they realized who was stepping inside the restaurant. The gloves were the obvious giveaway – if not the synthetic clothes he was forced to wear for obvious reasons.

”Table for one please.” He did not want to talk to anyone. Or maybe he did – but he understood the reluctance of others to approach him. Who would want to spend time with a guy who could turn them to ash if he touched them with his skin? It didn’t matter. He had been around the place for more than enough years to be used to this. To the side glances that either meant fear or pity. To the occasional jackass that assumed his powers weren’t all that until he was forced into a demonstration that would leave them speechless and go straight to ignore him right after. Whatever. Walter shook his head and found the nearest empty table, intertwining his fingers underneath the table so that others would not see the gloves he wore. They were still there – the one giveaway of who he was and what he could do. But at the very least – he would eat and go back to his room. That was all the reason he had gone there, to begin with.

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[thetriumvirate]

LEVEL 06

BAR

Maybe he was drinking a bit much… Or maybe he wasn’t drinking enough since his own powers over blood were assisting him in processing the alcohol a lot faster than so many others. At the very least, he was experiencing a slight buzz – thoughts no longer fully coherent but not yet completely wrecked and tossed in the garbage. Fingers tapped the empty shot glass before him as the other hand snatched the tequila bottle once again, pouring the translucid liquid all the way to the brim. Sure, he missed the lime and the salt but he had done so many of those since arriving at the bar that the whole lick the salt, pour down the booze, suck the lime was getting old. Pretty fucking sure there was going to be a lot of sucking around that night. Especially since there wasn’t any surveillance going around that night.

Fingers danced over his messy black hair, eyes temporarily closing in order to feel that creeping buzz make his head spin for a short moment. It wouldn’t last long. His blood metabolism was going to process that fast. He wouldn’t get drunk – he wouldn’t even get a fucking hangover. Which was good because headaches were not cool but at the same time – a part of him sort of wanted to stop thinking about everything that went down. “Hey.” Bloodborn whistled to the guy closest to him in order to catch his attention. Might as well chat with someone or find a drinking buddy. “Wanna join me for a shot? There’s still plenty of tequila that needs to be consumed!”

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