A Most Devious Trap

Taylor’s fingers drummed on the metal table. This was not going at all like it should have. Not even close. Too quiet. Too - civil. They were just there. Everyone outside. Waiting for something. It didn’t make sense.

Tagg was stomping back and forth. Ranting. Raving. Basic coherency had been lost to him five or so minutes ago, making anything he said garbled and indistinct. Judging from everyone else’s reaction, it wasn’t an issue with the bugs. Taylor wasn’t all that surprised by that. The man had been foolish enough to break the unwritten rules after all. He wasn’t the type for calm and reasonable action.

Taylor’s head lowered, now deep in thought.

But nothing else made sense. Surrendering for the sake of the world should involve a lot more screaming. Browbeating. Threats to family and loved ones, with a side of Birdcage orders for all involved. Not a spate of relatively minor anxiety, followed by bored- was that Dad having coffee with Assault? The hell?  

Taylor sat there blinking in confusion. Something was very, very wrong. Everything was far too casual. There was no one else in the room There was no one on the other side of the double sided mirror. There was no recording equipment. In fact there wasn’t anything or anyone on the same floor.

That didn’t paint a pretty picture.

“They’re going to vanish me.” Taylor thought, mind awhirl with plans, created and discarded without an end. Dinah hadn’t say anything about that. Just that surrendering would change the numbers for the better. Were- were they going to have to die for those numbers? If that was the case….

It was in the middle of this plotting that one third of the Triumvirate, Alexandria, walked through the door. Paused in place as she found Taylor, hairpin in hand, in the middle of unbolting their chair to use as a makeshift weapon.

Not exactly Taylor’s best moment.

“Someone has been slacking off.” Alexandria said dryly, before closing the door. Taylor stood up, putting the chair back down before stiffly taking a seat. “Not searching prisoners, loose bolts in room fixtures.” Alexandria placed the papers she was carrying on the table, and sat down herself. “People who don’t understand what ‘chain of command’ means.”

Taylor raised her head, not quite knowing how to feel as, through the eyes of their insects, they watched Tagg get sprayed down with containment foam. Then get sprayed down some more.

“Due to Tagg being put under M/S confinement, due to a sudden loss of rationality, and general competence, when he heard his orders,” Alexandria looked over her hands at Taylor, palm over fist, “I’ll be in charge of your interrogation.”

“That implies it was something he ever had.” Taylor muttered under her breath.

Alexandria said nothing, but Taylor thought her lips may have twitched. Alexandria picked up the first bundle of papers. It had a paper clip and signed statements. A stamp declaring it classified on the back and.... It had last year’s school picture day photo. The one for the one day where Emma and the gang had let up, saying that they couldn’t have possibly made Taylor look any worse.

The worse part was… that they were right. That was just a shit photo in general…. And that was the one the government had. Because of course it was.

“Taylor Hebert.” Alexandria started, “Age, sixteen. Born June nineteenth, 1997 to Annette and Danielle Hebert at three in the morning in Brockton Bay memorial….” Then paused, raising her head from the paper in front of her to give Taylor an, implied, raised eyebrow. “And born as a male.”

Taylor crossed his arms defensively over his chest. “Is that a problem?” It would be just his luck if it was, finding out Alexandria was a bigot in an enclosed room. He’d be seeing his mother soon, if that was the case.

“No. No of course not.” Alexandria murmured before she began flipping through the stack in front of her. She paused again. “Besides the fact that every other bit of documentation we have on you, has declared you to be unequivocally female.”

“A typo on my social security.” Taylor grunted. “Every piece of paperwork after my birth certificate says that because of it.”

“And you didn’t change it?”

“... Do I look like I’m made out of money?” Taylor asked incredulously as he put his pin back into his hair. “The bureaucracy would’ve eaten my family alive.”

“True enough.” Alexandria sighed, “The bureaucracy demands its dues.” And closed the folder. “It seems that we’re going to have to reconstruct your profile. If it couldn’t even get your gender right….” The heroine snorted. “What I have here is useless, and needs a full work up.”

“How long would that take?”

“With our—Cauldron’s—resources? We could have it here now.” Taylor’s cheek twitched as Alexandria’s voice took on a familiar tone. “But I think we’re just going to have to hold you for a week instead. Make it official.” The tone of smug.

“... You do know,” Taylor said slowly, “That I’m essentially a hostage, right? My friends, my group, aren’t going to give you that kind of time.”

Lisa had probably already spent a million or two on getting him out, knowing her, even with the whole thing where-

“I’d say we had a day at most before the mercenaries started crawling out of the woodwork.” Alexandria agreed, jolting Taylor from his thoughts. “But the problem is, fast tracking something like that would show my hand. I’m Alexandria now, not the Head Director of the PRT. Not anymore.” She tapped a nail against the table. “You aren’t nearly that valuable.”

“Dinah says otherwise.” Taylor shot back flatly.

“… If you want it to be like that.” Alexandria replied as she moved the papers in front of her to the side, only to pull another packet out from somewhere. She then flipped through it, seemingly at random, before settling on a page. “We can get to the questions now.” The former director looked up again, pen in hand. “Age?”

Taylor sighed. It seemed they were doing this then. “Sixteen.”

“Year of birth?”

“1997.”

It went on like that for a while. The questioning. Where were you born, when were you born. The name of his parents, and where he had lived for for most of his life. Grades in school and general schoolyard experience. How he had triggered. Normal questions. Expected. Understandable—

“How would your best friend describe you?”

“... What?”

—Up to a point. Taylor wasn’t sure when it had happened, couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but the questions he’d been getting had started to take an odd turn lately.

“Strong? Quick? Able to think on your feet? Brutal, perhaps?”

Taylor worked his jaw for a moment as he thought about it. The question, that is. Not on how he would answer. What was Alexandria’s game here? What was she looking for? “Pass.” How else did she expect him to answer that? Honestly? It's not like he’d ever asked, or anything.

He had low self-esteem, sure…. But he wasn’t that desperate.

“I see…. That makes sense.” The heroine nodded and scribbled something down. Taylor noticed that her face, what he could see of it, had started to colour. Frustration, he assumed. “What is your favorite food and color?”

“I- Pizza? I guess?” Taylor answered hesitantly, only a quick offloading of his emotions into the swarm, keeping him from saying something - unwise. “And bottle green? Is there a point to this?”

“Just establishing basic facts.” Alexandria hummed, a throaty noise that made Taylor stand the slightest bit straighter in his seat. “Building a profile.” Taylor noticed a sight tension in Alexandria’s hand. Apparently what he said was the wrong thing, not that he had any idea why. “Where do you see yourself in five years?” She continued on, completely deadpan in her delivery. 

Taylor could only stare at her, his face the very picture of disbelief. Okay. At this point, it was obvious that she was playing with him. That was the only reason he could think of, as to her current line of questioning.

Not much point in being serious after something like that, now was there?

“Dead or in the Birdcage. That’s pretty much the reason why I’m here.” Taylor said, acid dripping with each word. Alexandria looked up from her papers. “Or am I wrong?”

“There are - other options, if you must know.” Alexandria said matter of factly. So matter of factly that it took Taylor a few seconds to realize what she had exactly said. “Having someone like you at my side wouldn’t be so terrible.”

“Wha-”

“If your friends compared you to an animal, which animal would it be?” Alexandria said, a bit faster than normal. Taylor had just been ignored. “Any animal.”

“A spider. That much is obvious.” Taylor said, just as quickly. “And what did you mean when you said-” 

“What’s your best joke?”

“My life.”

“That’s rather harsh.” Alexandria said, looking rather taken aback for a moment before her mouth set itself back into a grim line. “A bit of an exaggeration maybe?”

“You have my files. You know everything that’s happened to me in the last three months, let alone the last three years. Don’t deny it.” Alexandria said nothing as she flipped to the next page. “I think I may actually be understating things.”

“What would you say is your ideal summer job?”

Taylor shook his head in exasperation. This was starting to become surreal. Where was the tension? The suspense? He felt like he’d been stuck inside of an interview column for Cosmo, instead of the couple hours of parahuman car batteries and waterboarding he’d come to expect.

“Benevolent warlord in a city torn apart by strife and unnatural disaster,” The worst part was that Taylor meant it. Despite everything that had happened, everything that had led up to that moment…. Being a warlord had brought him back to life, gave him a purpose again. It had been worth it. “And protecting the people within my territory.”

“So cool.”

“Excuse me?”

“I sneezed.” Alexandria twirled the pen in her hand nonchalantly, only to clumsily drop it on the floor. Her face darkened yet further. Taylor pretended he hadn’t noticed anything. “I’m human, the same as anyone else.”

Taylor furrowed his brow, not sure where this was going in the slightest.

“I have - wants.” Taylor started pulling bugs in as Alexandria’s lips curled. “Needs.”

The Swarm was waiting at his command. Hiding in the walls, poised to forced themselves down Alexandria’s and fill her lungs. All it would take would be a simple thought and-

“And I need you.” A thought which was lost to the derailing train of thought that crashed into the brain station. Lots of fire was involved. Oddly enough no screaming as it was just a metaphorical train metaphorically derailing with metaphorical fire.

There were, also, no metaphorical survivors.

“What.” was all Taylor could say, his swarm collapsing, and then quickly devouring itself in his shock. “What.”

With the sound of a zipper, well, unzipping, the front of Alexandria’s costume torturously, slowly, painfully parted. Taylor’s eyes were all but paralyzed as he watched the zipper descend downwards to right below the pelvic bone.

Alexandria trimmed. Neat. Not that he was complaining, or anything, but-

“Stranger…. No.” Taylor faintly muttered, staring at the perfect example of Catsuit absolute cleavage. “I have to be Mastered.” It was the only way to explain everything. The insane questions, the half undressed Alexandria, the fact that he wasn’t locked in a room, alone with Vista and a wiffle bat. They were trying to… He didn’t know what they were trying, but they were doing this for some reason. “You’re not doing a very good job of it, if you expect me to believe this is real.”

Things like this didn’t just happen. They didn’t. Not even in Taylor’s fantasies. He’d never- okay. That was a lie. But still, the chances….

“You’re a teenage boy.” Alexandria said in a sultry manner, taking off her helmet, revealing her eyes. The scar at the side. She shook her head, her own long locks of hair now flowing freely. Taylor idly noted that she seemed much closer in looks to his own age then she had any right to be. “Anymore than that would just be cheating, really.”

Taylor had to admit, as she started to walk around the table, hips swaying, breasts bouncing, that she wasn’t exactly wrong.

“There is no fun in just making you love me. In leaving all the work to someone else.” Alexandria said, her breasts at perfect eye level for Taylor, her hands on his shoulders. “Just a favor, something to get Tagg out of the way, was all the help I needed to get you alone.”

Taylor started to hyperventilate when the table in front of him slid across the floor, flipping over halfway across the to crack against the wall. Paper fell like snow.

“I’ve been watching you since Leviathan. You impressed me.” Alexandria spun around to Taylor’s front, her hands still on his shoulders as she straddled his lap, “Caught my interest.” And trapped his erection between her body and his. She chuckled at his wince. “I like my men - unconventional. Pretty, you could say.”

Taylor’s mouth went dry at that. “You like that I wear girl’s clothes?” He liked feeling pretty. Sue him. Twelve years of being forced into dresses by your best (girl)friend, eventually took its toll. “Is that what this is?”

Alec owed him fifty bucks.

“You are decisive. Independent. Powerful, in your own way.” The heroine’s eyes searched his face, while a finger traced his jaw. Taylor noticed that she didn’t deny his accusation. “Willing to do what you must, as long as you believe it to be the right thing to do.” Taylor stiffened, in more ways than one, when Alexandria gave his bulge a squeeze. “I find that sort of confidence extremely attractive, all on its own.”

Taylor shoved every bit of emotion he had into what was left of the swarm at that. Fear, anxiety, arousal. A tiny bit of anger and a not so tiny amount of sexual frustration, clearing his head. Giving him the calm he needed to examine Alexandria, just as she was examining him.

“I don’t just want someone who will do what I want. There are billions of people, just like that.” She explained, while gently cupping Taylor’s chin in her hand. She then gently forced his face upwards, to make him meet her gaze. “I want someone special. Someone who could stand with me, as we saved the world.”

“... I see.” Taylor, almost solemnly, put his hand over her left breast. Felt her heart through the thin material of her costume, even as he caught the hand at his face, intertwined his fingers with hers. “That you’re not as calm about this as you pretend, are you?”

Alexandria’s smile froze..

“I didn’t even know you could sweat. Or that you could tremble with nerves.” He tightened his hold on her hands, hoping that he’d still have his head after this. “That you weren’t the statue you pretend to be.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Alexandria said stiffly as she withdrew her hand from his. “Lying is something I don’t find attractive.”

“Right.” Taylor said, watching her face turn noticeably redder the more he looked. “Whatever you say.”

“Stop looking at me like that, you stupid - cute,” Alexandria demanded as she floated backwards, away from Taylor, and off his lap. He had to resist the urge to start rubbing himself, checking if everything was still intact. “Jerk!”

“Yep. That’s me.” Taylor said with a smirk on his face. It was nice to be the smug one for once. Different, but nice… and he’d kind of given up on fighting against the flow anyway. “A stupid, cute, jerk. You’ve got me pegged.”

“You’re not supposed to agree with me, idio-” Was a far as an flustered Alexandria got before her angry stomping turned on her. A single sheet of loose paper had gotten under her foot, and as she stomped away from him she slipped. Fell backwards, wide eyed with confusion when she hit the back of her head against the ground.

Taylor suspected that, not being used to losing control of the situation, any situation, like that, she had forgotten how to fly. Or that she even could fly, as she rolled around on the floor, swearing, papers crinkling under her…. Acting like a, somewhat normal, teenage girl… and if that wasn’t a weird thought, he didn’t know what was.

“My pride,” Alexandria muttered as she sat up. “Is never going to recover from this.”

“....” Taylor got up from his chair and, carefully, padded his way over to where Alexandria was sulking.“Here.” He held his hand out to help her up. She wasn’t too far into her pity party to accept the help, he hoped.

He liked his hand where it was, honestly. Attached to his wrist, and not somewhere in Boston after it got ripped off. 

“Thanks....” She faintly said, staring down at the ground. Taylor looked at where she was looking. While there was nothing there particularly interesting, he noticed that drops of water seemed to be appearing on the piece of paper. 

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Taylor soothingly said as he sat down and began awkwardly rubbing her back. She slowly lifted her head to look at him. It was obvious she’d been crying. That she still was. Her eyes were red and puffy, with tear tracks streaming from both of them. Taylor idly commented that despite how good of a prosthetic she had, the fake one gave itself away as it wasn’t bloodshot. 

They both seemed to be trying to look at anything that wasn’t him. The floor, the ceiling. A couple of doodles with hearts all over them (T+R). Anywhere else but his direction.

“It’s alright.” Taylor continued to try to soothe her, impulsively wiping away her tears with his thumb. This apparently was the wrong thing to do as at the moment Alexandria decided to tackle him. In a whirl of air, movement, and colors. 

And pain. Lots of pain as Taylor landed hard against the far side of the room, his back slamming into the wall with a weight on his chest. He was more than a little glad he could still feel his feet, if only because it meant that he hadn’t broken his back. Again.

“Why.” Taylor intelligently said, all he could say with almost all the air knocked out of his lungs. So focused was he on trying to get much needed air that he almost didn’t realize what that weight on his chest was.

Alexandria wasn’t nearly as heavy as she looked… which really wasn’t all that heavy at all.

“I’m sorry!” She blubbered into his chest. Not cried. Not sobbed. Blubbered. From there on her words were all but unintelligible. Taylor was able to make out ‘tried to act cool’, ‘saw it on tv’ and ‘sorry for everything’. 

All Taylor could do as he fought for air was pat her on the back. A couple of pats told him that her costume was made from more mundane materials than most capes were made out of. Simple spandex instead of heavy armor, masquerading as light clothing. Made sense. She was the Alexandria package. The cape all other flying Brutes were named after. She didn’t need body armor…. It was with that thought that Taylor realized just how surreal the situation he had found himself in was, even beyond the girl’s gossip magazine level interrogation he’d just been subjected to.

He was currently pressed up against an interrogation room’s wall and trying to comfort a crying woman that happened to be one of the strongest capes in the world. Rubbing her back, and making soothing sounds, interspersed with hungry gasps for yet more air as she tried to hug him to death. There was nothing more surreal than that. After a time, ten minutes or so, the blubbering turned into the occasional sob and hiccup, with even that quieting down in another five. 

When Taylor started to think that she had cried herself to sleep, the hold around him loosened. 

Taylor winced and let go of his own hold so that she could move again. If he thought her face had been bad before, it was even worse now. A mess of snot and tears, with her one real eye completely bloodshot. 

“You hate me now, don’t you?” Alexandria said, wiping off her face with the edge of her cape. 

Taylor actually hesitated when she said that. Did he hate her? Could he honestly say that he hated her after everything? No. No he could not. Not after seeing her so vulnerable. The proof that, despite everything, she was in fact human.

He was a sucker when it came to crying girls.

“Most men wouldn’t have handled this nearly as well, let alone boys your age.” She said, voice muted in the material of her cape.

“Most men have never fought the Slaughterhouse Nine and won.” He said with a shrug. Alexandria laughed. Loud. Long. Almost musical.

“Far too true.” She said with a slight hiccup. A silence passed between the two as they looked at each other. “I’m sorry. I’m honestly sorry for - all of this.” Alexandria said as she started to move off of Taylor. Taylor found his hand setting itself on her shoulder and pushing her back down. 

He found himself surprised when she actually went along with it.

“I just-” She did not make any moves to leave again as she looked for the words. “It all started when I saw the footage in the aftermath of Leviathan. You. Standing there. Bloody, bruised, and blinded. Unbent. You were not going to let anything as minor as an Endbringer stop you from saving that shelter. By yourself you managed to drive back an Endbringer. Something which the four,” Alexandria’s voice hitched, “Of us could never do on our own. And you managed to do it. I made sure to keep an eye on you after that. I believed you would make a decent enough asset, in the right time and place.”

Taylor couldn’t help but cringe at that, his face twisting even as he continued to rub her back.

“I didn’t realize that you technically already were one of us.” She continued, with venom in her voice.

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Elsewhere Defiant felt another stab of guilt flush through him. He sighed as he focused on the prosthetic in front of him. Just another thing he’ll have to learn to live with. Yet more guilt.

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“I had almost forgotten about you, as much as I can forget anyone, when I had received an update from Brockton Bay about the Slaughterhouse Nine.” Alexandria let her cape drop to put her fingers to her lips, her gaze far away as she spoke. “And I burnt my tongue while drinking my coffee.” Seeing Taylor’s face twist up in confusion, she continued. “I’m not a Brute. Not in the usual sense. My body is, was, effectively time locked. A gradual thing, where more and more of my bodily functions seemed to freeze. I need to drink rarely, and only eat to keep up appearances.”

“So the coffee was a surprise then?”

“A huge one.” She agreed. “The fact that I had actually tasted it, let alone burnt myself on it, left me in shock for a good part of the day. I hadn't felt pain since….” She trailed off, letting it go unsaid. It was hard not to know what she was referring to. “I was worried my power was - dying.”

“That can happen?”

“Yes.” Taylor couldn’t even admit the amount of horror he could feel at that admission. “As the days went on, and I heard more and more about you, it felt like my body was waking up again. I had felt so numb for so long that just feeling the air against my skin again was almost paralyzing.” She snorted. “All I could think of when I was being dismissed as Chief Director was, ‘Yeah, yeah. Hurry up. There’s a tub of ice cream with my name on it.’ Because I could actually taste it again.”

Taylor snorted as well. Just the thought of Alexandria, pigging out on a whole tub of ice cream, her face twisting up in ecstasy after every bite…. Hilarious.

“And the one common thread was you. Just you. It took me something - drastic to make me realize it.”

“What was that?” He said. Alexandria gave him a flat look and then looked down. Taylor followed her gaze and didn’t get why she was looking at her unzipped… costume. “Oh.” Taylor said. That was all he could say, really. There weren’t a lot of options available, when you found out that Alexandria’s powers, of all people, shut down just at the thought of you. 

“Oh indeed.” Alexandria said, voice just as flat as her look, with a strong undercurrent of smug…. And her face started to get red again. “When I said that I wanted you at my side… I was trying to be seductive. I’ve had to seduce people, use sex appeal to convince people to work with me, or to give me what I wanted before. Plenty of times actually. A lot of men, and some women, will roll all over themselves in hopes that Alexandria will sleep with them.”

“But I’m the first person that you had feelings for?” Taylor hazarded a guess.

“You’re the first one that had a stupid, cute, jerkface.” Alexandria said, bringing back the early insult, with a little extra. She groaned, and hid her face back in her cape as he laughed. “I got my powers when I was sixteen, and my aging was the first thing to go. You turn me into a mess. I don’t like it.” 

Taylor, not knowing what to say, made a humming noise and just kept rubbing her back.

“See?” She said, voice muffled by the fabric over her mouth. “This is exactly what I mean, jerk.” 

The feeling of Alexandria’s hands cupping his face came as a complete surprise. The kiss after was even more so. A kiss, a simple press of lips against lips that lingered for nearly a minute, leaving the taste of mint and salt on Taylor’s tongue when she finally broke it off.

The two of them gazed into each other’s eyes for another minute. Then, by unspoken, one sided, agreement, Alexandria gently pulled her costume to the side, revealing herself to the world, and more importantly, Taylor.

“Don’t you think we’re going a little,” Taylor gulped as Alexandria draped her arms around the back of his neck, pressing her chest against his. “Fast?”

Much. This was very new territory, so having sex—in general—with one of the world’s most powerful capes, one that he’d once thought would be responsible for his reappearance, facedown in a ditch somewhere, wasn’t exactly something he could just brush off without a bit of waffling. Some hesitance on his part was only to be expected.

“Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.”

“... ‘Kay…. Rebecca?”

Some hesitance. Just a smidge. There was a time for that, and that time had passed when Alexandria had started trying to pull his pants down. When he’d grabbed himself a handful of her chest, felt her nipple hardening under his thumb. When the both of them had, one of them more clumsy than the other, decided to see whose tongue was the stronger.

“Call me Becky….”

The competition, what there was of it, was decided quickly.

Even in her weakened state, ‘Becky’ was still, physically, much stronger than Taylor could ever hope to be. He was, funny as it sounded, being orally oppressed. Dominated, with no hope or chance of winning. Not that he was complaining as she explored his mouth and he did the same in return. The both of them only taking minor breaks in between to grab at each other, to gasp for air before they went back to trying to devour the other.

She hummed, a happy sound that Taylor returned with a tone of his own before she broke away, her face a cheery red, tongue poking cutely out of her mouth as she focused all of her attention on Taylor’s legwear. He felt oddly pleased that her first option had been to tear the material away, instead of pawing at the button and zipper of his pants.

“Nothing like a bit of impatience,” Taylor thought, his mental tone almost dry, as dry as the situation allowed while he returned the favor, pulling Rebecca’s catsuit roughly down over her shoulders to the space below her hips. A hand down the front of her costume drew a whine out of her, “To make you feel wanted.” A thrill from Taylor as he felt how wet she was, almost soaking her costume completely through, leaving a spot of moisture on his thigh.

“-” What exactly Rebecca was going to say died along with her train of thought as Taylor decided then and there to gently suck on her nipples. Whatever witty comment that had been about to pass her lips was lost to history, left behind, turned into a footnote that never was, in favor of her forcing herself closer. Her hands sliding into his hair with a needy moan.

It must have been torture, his lips on her skin. His tongue gently flicking over her nipples, as he probed her pussy. Caught her clit in between forefinger and thumb before giving it a roll between them. With her sensitivity as high as it was—

“Be more - gentle….” Rebecca pleaded in a breathy whisper as she finally freed his erection, leaving his pants a tattered mess. “You ass.”

—She had no choice but to fall back before she went mad from the overstimulation, allowing Taylor to take back a tenuous sort of control. He had just leveled the playing field, tilted it in his direction like he normally did… which is when she cheated.

Taylor squeaked, his voice going high enough to put most girls to shame. Embarrassing. Not that he cared too much about masculinity these days or anything…. But still. He thought it could be excused in his present circumstances. How else did one react to someone unexpectedly starting to grind on them? Especially when they were naked, crotch against crotch, with a wet and willing girl?

He sacrificed the last of his insects, their nervous systems blowing, in a last ditch effort that just barely keeping himself from blowing. Goddamn teenage hair trigger!

“That was dirty… but then again,” He growled in the face of Becky’s giggling. Giggling that cut off like a scratched record when his face grew a smug smirk of its own. “So is this….” That was the only warning he gave before he pushed as far into her as he could go. The look of complete shock and surprise on Becky’s face was almost better than the actual penetration. Almost.

There was nothing better than that.

Rebecca screamed. Long. Loud. Hard enough to shake the two way mirror. High enough to make Taylor’s ears ring. And then she stopped. Taylor got confused…. And then very, very worried. Her face went blank. She didn’t blink or breathe. And then, in one horrifying instant, she fell onto his chest.

“Oh. Oh fuck.” Taylor whispered. “Oh shit.” Becky said nothing. “Are you-” Taylor couldn’t help but feel relief when she placed a very shaky finger on his lip. A sign of life. The universal sign of silence. For a tense eternity what might have been a minute Taylor waited for Becky to come back to herself, her insides coiling and squeezing madly around his length the entire time.

“Sorry, I-” She coughed. “Blacked out,” Wheezed. “I think.” Gasped, then shakily laughed at the look on Taylor’s face. Confusion, worry, and panic written all over it. “Too fast.” She said, still trying to catch her breath. “Too sensitive, that’s all but… I’m okay now. I think… as long as you go slow. Dick.”

Taylor nodded jerkily, afraid to make another sound with the finger still at his lips, his career in comedy, dead before it had even begun. Instead, he used the silence to readjust their positions. To adjust his legs to get feeling back into them before he held Becky up.

It was an easy thing to do. Almost too easy, he thought, until he remembered that she could fly, as he laid his hands on her thighs, taking a few moments to admire how firm and smooth they were. A couple of soft squeezes got a shaky slap to the shoulder in return. The wince he made at that was only halfway playful.

He’d have a bruise tomorrow. It was that type of pain.

“Alright.” Taylor said as the finger at his lips fell away. “I’m going to start to move. If - that's okay?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, and gave him a reassuring squeeze around his middle as she placed her head on his shoulder. Her hair tickling the side of his face as she breathed against his neck.“I’m good.”

Taylor nodded and grit his teeth before he, slowly, lifted Rebecca off of him. Ground them together in a way that would have had any dentist worth their degree shrieking, as he fought against his instincts. The need he felt to bury himself back into the wet warmth he was leaving.

“Oh god….” Becky squeaked right before she dug her nails into his back. He froze, never more glad that he was wearing a shirt than he was now. “I’m fine. Keep going!”

“In a bit I just - ow.” Taylor winced, and muttered under his breath as he felt her nails dig in a little more. “Holding on a little tight, Becky.” Not that it would stop him... but they needed to have a talk about safewords. And trimming her nails.

“Sorry… I’ll just - I….” Becky stuttered as she took her hands off his back and placed them on the wall. “I’ve never done this, so my responses are a little-” 

Taylor responded by suddenly dropping her back down. Taylor tried to keep the smirk off his face. Tried. The creaking steel behind his head helped with that.

“Y-you!” She sputtered. “I was trying to- eep!”

Becky was angry with him at the first rise and fall. Still annoyed at the second. Coming around on the third. And had completely forgiven him by the fourth push, her hands leaving the wall to grasp the sides of his face, forcing him still when she pressed her lips against his. Slipped her tongue into his mouth to reassert herself as the one on top.

Too much. This was too much. The sensations. The experiences. His inexperience finally working against him, with his last option no longer an option. There wasn’t a single insect within four blocks of the building, all of them overwhelmed and killed by the strength of his emotions, something he hadn’t even known was possible until it was too late. He was done.

Being a teenage, former, virgin sucked.

“Becky.” Taylor gasped in between a break for air. “I’m sorry. But I’m going to-” Only getting as far as that into his warning before Becky kissed him again. Short and sweet.

“It’s okay.” Becky said understandingly as she forced herself down, her legs locking behind Taylor’s back in an unspoken declaration of intent. “Do it.”

And that was all Taylor needed. All any teenager needed.

His pace quickened. Not the frantic increase that one would see in porn, if only in consideration for his partner.... But an increase. One that he kept up all throughout his climax, the strongest orgasm of his life. Hot and thick. Every thrust causing him to drop just a little bit more, his vision whiting out at every shot… before he was spent.

But not done.

“I was so close….”

Not yet.

He had already started to suck on her nipples again. To move a hand down, running it over her mound before he got to her clit. Rolled it in between his fingers. Circled it with his thumb while he continued to toy with the nipple in his mouth.

“Such a-” Becky’s breath hitched as she ran her fingers through his hair. “Gentleman….”

“Always.” Taylor snorted, feeling more relaxed than he had in years as he felt Rebecca shudder in his lap, adding to the small puddle that was already there. “... How are we going to explain this though? You and me, I mean?”

“Just let me deal with it.” She sighed when he gave her other nipple the same attention as the first. “I have a plan….”

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“So. Lisa.” Alec scooted, slowly, away from Lisa’s end of the couch, eying her like most people did Bitch’s dogs when they ramped up. He hadn’t felt actual worry in… ever, that he could remember. It was - unpleasant. “You’re looking a little—”

Lisa vibrated quietly in place, knuckles white from the tightness of her grip around the tv remote as she continued to watch the news. Watched Taylor, in completely different clothing, wave awkwardly at the crowd with Alexandria at his side.

“—murderous, right now, and I think, it would be a good idea if you just - put the remote down - and—”

The remote found itself embedded halfway through the tv in a shower of sparks.

“—Or that. That works too. Good job.”