AN: The last one in the series! Phew! It took a few extra days because I ran out of ideas for the prompt, and the new boys are a bit harder to write. Hopefully it was worth the wait tho!
Sorry Elias' is a bit short! I'm super out of ideas for him after spending all day writing his NSFW alphabet. I mean, uhh... ;)
Jo Kongoza
“Step right up, cutie.” Jo’s smile was meant to reassure you, and it did, marginally. You took his hand and squeezed into the small locker, stowing yourselves away until it was showtime.
You were trespassers. Thieves. The rampant anomaly wasn’t the only concern you had. Getting caught by security was just as dangerous. One would think you would be used to this by now.
Jo listened into his earpiece, making sure everything was in place. You watched him, marveling at how calm and certain he was. When you caught his eye, he flashed you a wink.
“And now we wait,” he said quietly, but conversationally. He looked you up and down, as much as he could with so little distance between you. He had chosen your outfit and appreciated his handiwork. He had even taken in the sides to flatter your figure better.
“My eyes are up here,” you whispered. His gaze flicked to yours, sheepish.
“Sorry. Force of habit, since I’m interested in fashion.” He slipped his hand Into yours, carefully maneuvering to bring it to his lips and place a kiss on the back of you hand. Was that an apology, or flirting? “But that’s not all I’m interested in.”
Oh.
He placed another kiss on your wrist, another down your forearm, gauging your reaction as he trailed further along.
“We have some time,” he said, implying his suggestion.
As much as you enjoyed his slow tease, you were impatient. You tilted your head, offering your lips to him. With a smile, he obliged. His kiss was deep and languid, savoring the silky feeling of your skin. Your hands were still laced together until he trailed his up your arm to hold you against him. Time passed far too quickly that way.
Mio Susuhara
You and Mio hid in a pocket sized equipment shed he was working in for the mission. A malfunction on his spider anomaly meant he had to manually control it. You did your best to stay still, so you wouldn’t bump him while he worked and further jeopardize the mission. That was no easy feat since the space was only meant for one.
Mio was focused on his task, fiddling with joysticks and knobs on a remote with a screen. One of his design, no less. You glanced at the screen occasionally, unable to make out much through the static. He gave it a thwack and the screen cleared, revealing the anomaly he was tracking. He reported its whereabouts through the earpiece. You didn’t realize it was so close by, a few hallways down.
You straightened your back at the realization, pressing yourself against the wall as if you could flatten yourself enough to disappear. Mio noticed your nervousness and held the remote closer to his chest.
“Don’t worry. The others are en route.”
Only it wasn’t just the anomaly that made you nervous. You had a crush on Mio. You both admired and hated that he was somehow everywhere at once and nowhere to be found when you wanted a moment with him. You started breaking things as an excuse to call him over, but that usually ended with you dumbly thanking him for his work after watching him fix your sabotage in silence.
Now you were stuck in close quarters with him, already resigned that this was another opportunity you would let slip by because of your cursed shyness.
“Something on my face?” He asked. Of course he caught you staring.
“No, sorry.” There wasn’t much to look at in the small closet. You did your best to avert your gaze and stare at some scattered tools. They weren’t nearly distracting enough, and there was a magnetic attraction to looking at him.
“If you want a distraction so bad, all you have to do is ask.” Mio’s lips were curled in a roguish smile. His messy ponytail only adding to his allure. He was a good guy with a bad boy’s swagger, smart and capable. You would take whatever attention you could get.
“Okay. I’m asking then.” The phrasing was awkward, but it was the best you had. He took another glance at the remote screen to make sure everything was still in place. Satisfied, he pushed off of the wall and leaned into your space, searching for an objection. Finding none, he kissed you, chaste and hesitant until you returned his kiss. His restraint fell away, and he kissed you with practiced ease. You chased the one flick of his tongue he offered when your lips parted. He pulled back first, mischief written across his handsome features.
That magnetism was still there, you felt like you were falling forward. Perhaps you were, because the next thing you knew was you leaned against his chest, wrapped in his arms and kissing him again. Buzzing made you both jump and separate. The remote was pressed between you and the anomaly had been running against a wall. It had gotten the anomaly’s attention.
“Whoops,” he joked. He gave the anomaly the runaround, toying with it like a cat and a laser pointer until the rest of the team caught up with it.
Elias Pratt
You were struck with deja vu, when once again you were in a tight space with Elias, hiding from an anomaly. He wore a knowing smile, likely remembering the last time you were cornered like this. But neither of you were fighters, and you felt safer being escorted by him.
“Promise I won’t make a habit out of this,” he whispered.
“Do you do this to all the girls you meet?” You’d have folded your arms if there was room, but there was hardly enough space between your chest and his.
Elias chuckled and leaned closer.
“Only the prettiest one.”
All it took to brush your lips against his was angling your face upward. He pressed into you eagerly, sighing when you pulled back after a quick peck. His tongue darted out, wanting to feel more of you. He captured you in another kiss, hungrier, needier. His lips were sweet from the candies he often had. You swiped your tongue across his lip to capture more of that sweetness and he hummed. You were breathless when you parted, worried if you didn’t stop then neither of you would be able to at all.
Shion Genkai
The crazy bastard was running toward the anomaly, dragging you behind him by the hand. You could barely keep up with his long, fast strides, unsteadily sprinting while trying not to lose your footing. You couldn’t see well with his jacket fluttering behind him, obscuring most of the cramped hall, except for the fleshy anomaly on the other side. You wanted nothing to do with this twisted game of chicken in the high school hallway. When the anomaly was a few meters away, Shion opened a locker and shoved you in. He was barely inside with the door shut when the anomaly barreled past.
Your hearts hammered in tandem, yours from exertion and fear, his from excitement. In the dark, you could see his grin and the wild gleam in his eyes. Every deep breath made your chests graze. You were too tired to try to time it so you didn’t constrict each other’s movements. He brazenly bent his legs to give himself more headroom, paying no mind that his knee was between yours.
The anomaly had stopped, turned, and was searching for you among the lockers, opening the ones it could, sniffing at the ones that were locked. Shion jammed the mechanism to prevent the door from opening until he released it, keeping an eye on the slats for its approach.
“Shion,” you whispered, hoping he would clue you in on his plan. Hoping he had a plan in the first place.
He silenced you by pressing his hand to your throat, fingers cupped around your jaw. You were pinned against the wall, praying he didn’t intend to throw you out as bait and take off on his own while you were being mauled.
An eye appeared on the other side of the door. Its growl echoed in the small space as it clawed at the locker’s hinge. It knew you were in there and you were trapped. You looked to Shion again, and he peered dangerously close to the door. He slipped a card from his artifact deck through the slat and flicked. The card flew into the eye of the cyclops anomaly and its scream made you flinch. The mass writhed down the hall, dragging itself around blindly, helpless.
Shion’s gory card returned to him. He wiped it on his vest before returning it to the keychain and turning his attention to you.
“Now thank me.” Shion only took a moment to appreciate the fear in your eyes when he dove toward you, prying your lips open with his tongue and taking his reward for incapacitating the anomaly. He pressed you against him, moving his hand from your throat to buried in your hair, gripping you hard to keep you in place. His hips pinned yours against the wall, moving against you roughly and greedily.
He sucked your bottom lip when he pulled away, releasing it with a wet pop.
“Wasn’t that fun?” He cooed. You answered with a glare, anger overtaking all the uncertainty and fear you felt before. You didn’t appreciate being toyed with.
You retaliated by kissing him again, nipping his lip hard enough to make him grunt. He was surprised, hesitating before he wrapped his arms around your waist. You pulled back and he clicked his tongue, still smug from his stunt successfully getting you into his arms.
