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It"s the first Thursday of December and Chamber has no missions until January. Yoru is on vacation, Sova is home for the holidays, and Cypher hasn"t been seen in days for reasons nobody dares to ask about.
So he finds himself alone in his condo on the top floor of a building far from Valorant HQ. But not for long. An encrypted text message was sent over an hour ago and Chamber is in his bathroom syringing lubrication into his ass when his door rattles under a purposefully recognizable, staggered knock. He doesn"t have to say anything. Deadeye already knows to come right in.
When he emerges from the bathroom, flaccid dick hanging free under his oversized long-sleeve T-shirt, Deadeye doesn"t even attempt to maintain eye contact.
"Why did I come here?"
"I wish to try something and you"re the only one who can help me." Chamber pulls off his shirt, golden tattoos gleaming gently in the golden mood lighting of the open space.
"I didn"t agree to this."
"You agreed to do whatever the fuck I want the moment you stepped in here." Chamber approaches his double swiftly, easily meeting his gaze. Their noses nearly touched as Deadeye refused to back up even a millimeter.
"I want to make a deal." Deadeye drops his gaze from Chamber"s again, unashamed.
"No." The gold-trimmed agent walks away from his twin toward his massive low bed, a step above the main room. Deadeye is on him in an instant, grabbing his wrist in one hand (the wrist with the tattoos used to summon Headhunter, of course) and his waist in the other. Chamber spins around immediately and glares into Deadeye"s red irises.
"I will record everything." It isn"t a threat, it"s a proposition. One Chamber can"t morally argue with. The Omega agent could leave right now and not help him at all, and then Chamber would never know what it"s like to..... Well, anyway...
"Fine. Hurry up." He twists himself away and drops onto the bed. Allows himself a peek at Deadeye"s ass as he bends to set up his phone with the camera facing the bed.
"Okay. What do you want from me?" Deadeye turns and raises a trimmed brow at the other, sizing him up blatantly. Chamber is unbothered, stroking his soft length idly. He doesn"t miss how his eyes have to flick upward to meet his own.
"I want you to put Trademark in my ass."
"You"re fucked up."
"We are the same, non?" He has a point. Deadeye doesn"t argue further but instead slithers forward to kneel in front of Chamber. There"s no need for intimacy here. Chamber has a mission to accomplish and Deadeye is a tool. He lets himself invade the golden agent"s space anyway, tilting his face to mirror Chamber"s, breathing the same breath. Brings his knuckles to graze a perfectly smooth shaven cheek, down a gold line along his jugular, down across the gap of an armpit. Breaks eye contact to watch himself dance his fingertips along Chamber"s rising arm. Slows himself. Presses two fingertips darkened with midnight black nail lacquer to Chamber"s pulse. His bicep flexes to combat the pressure. After two beats, he swipes along the golden stripe on Chamber"s upturned palm and grasps the card that materializes.
With an easy flick of his wrist and a "zoop, ping!", Deadeye summons Trademark on the floor of Chamber"s bed room. Before the four-second delay finishes, Deadeye approaches it and plucks it up. The top rotating portion easily separates from its base and he pops it open and defuses it.
"Manual override?" He asks over his shoulder.
"Bring it here." He does.
Deadeye watches as skillful hands take apart the golden ball, roughly 3 inches in diameter, and flicks two switches inside. When he reassembles it, a single small wire is poking out between the seams.
"Trademark doesn"t recognize you as an enemy, so you won"t trigger it. That means you will have to use this trip wire to activate it, while it"s inside me." Deadeye starts to sweat. Has Chamber really thought this through completely?
"Isn"t this dangerous?" He hadn"t realized he said it out loud until Chamber is shoving the ball against his chest.
"Worried about me?" He must not expect an answer, because he reclines himself and spreads his legs like it"s second nature. Like it isn"t his mirror image kneeling between his knees with an arsenal of custom matte black weapons tattooed into his skin.
Deadeye refuses to just shove this thing into him. He doesn"t care how much lube is dripping from Chamber"s pretty pink asshole onto the comforter. He doesn"t care that Chamber"s bare hand is spreading the cheeks he"s blatantly staring at. And he doesn"t care that the pretty pink hole gapes easily and flexes the warm red insides at him.
Doesn"t care at all.
So he surges forward and grips the pretty white cheeks in his own hands, pushing Chamber"s thighs up and away, and digs his thumbs into the flesh to spread the hole himself.
His two thumbs slide in easily, making sloppy wet noises when stirred into the abundance of generic water-based lubricant, but they don"t scissor far before the reddish rim starts to resist. What a fool. He never took Chamber as the inattentive type.
"Trademark is 3.5 inches in diameter. Your asshole hardly stretches two." He states, deadpan, and grimaces up at Chamber, who rolls his eyes.
"Just put it in. I like the pain." An inch and a half difference isn"t going to be just painful. He would rip. And that would hinder his abilities to perform his duties on a battlefield, and Deadeye can"t allow anyone but himself to bring Chamber to his demise. So he squeezes three fingers in and bows them apart within. A small sound escapes Chamber and Deadeye"s gaze snaps upward to the underside of his jaw, his hand covering his mouth already. Who knew the prude was capable of becoming something so erotic?
Separating his fingers, drawing them out, then joining them together and pushing them back in. Deadeye repeats the process until the reddened ring of muscle stops resisting and Chamber"s squirming and whimpering becomes unbearable.
"Why gold, anyway? It"s so gaudy." Deadeye locates Trademark"s golden carapace and grips its cold body in his hand.
"It is the color of opulence."
"Why are they on your ass?" He uses his thumb to spread chamber"s slimy red anus apart.
"My ass is opulent too."
"Can"t I just fuck you instead?" He hovers the globe in a subtly shaking hand just a breath away from the winking hole.
"Not a cha- ANCE!"
Deadeye presses Trademark"s cold turret ball against the hot and wet entrance, pressing with both thumbs while using his fingertips to separate Chamber"s soft cheeks. He furrows his eyebrows together. "Go in, damn you..." he mumbles through gritted teeth.
Chamber writhes and squirms above him, twisting fistfuls of pillow. His hair is all fucked up from throwing his head around. His mouth is open and his breath caught . Then his back finally bows obscenely when the orb breaches him and slips up into the warm wet walls of his ass.
"Arrgh, fuck..." Chamber"s decorated chest is heaving with the effort of drawing air. "It"s really in." It sounds more like he"s telling himself than his mirror. When his back gently drops back down and he brings himself to raise his head, the lowest plane of his otherwise flat and toned stomach greets him with a perfectly round half-sphere bulge. He brings a sweaty palm down to press two fingers to it. His mouth drops agape slightly, and Deadeye lets himself stare. The dusty pink blush across Chamber"s angular cheekbones is a gorgeous look on him. The pressure on the orb from the outside must do something to Chamber, because he immediately recoils his fingers away with a strained "mm-"
"It"s pressing against... All of my walls at once." He drops his head back down. "It"s right against m-my.. my prostate." He fixes his glasses on his face, getting comfortable while gently tracing the bump of his belly.
So while Chamber"s two dainty fingers stroke at the bulge from the side, Deadeye releases the grip on his cheeks. He watches the reddish rim close around the golden ball, letting it sink inside until it"s no longer visible. Chamber laces another barely audible whimper into the next breath he releases. With two free hands now, Deadeye plants one by Chamber"s hip to prop himself up and the other fully palms the bulge obscuring Chamber"s trail of belly hair.
"What are you- UNGH!" Deadeye holds Chamber"s stare and presses down on the lump, hard. "HAah, fuck- why?" Chamber"s eyes screw shut and his dick jumps with blood flow. A generous glob of watery fluid drips from the tip. "Uhhhn! My- My insides!" He grips Deadeye"s wrist without much force, the movement changing the position of his body too much to allow effort into it.
"These noises you make are just so sexy, somehow." Deadeye tilts his head like a dog, staring holes into Chamber"s closed eyelids.
"Well f-fuck off!" Chamber gathers the strength to shove the hand away and his belly rises back up from its compression.
Deadeye sits back on his calves and crosses his arms while Chamber catches his breath. "Fine. Now what?"
Chamber props himself on his elbows and his Adam"s apple bobs with a thick swallow. He fixes his glasses again. "Now, you activate it."
Deadeye leans forward with purpose, but is stopped by Chamber"s grip on his wrist once again. "W-wait."
They sit there in silence for a moment, and then two.
Chamber isn"t one to be rushed, and Deadeye is far too interested in the show to rush him into action. But coaxing isn"t out of the question. So he moves forward, climbing on top of Chamber (who hesitantly lays back down), and hovering over him. He gently raises a knee to press against Chamber"s puffy hole and the golden agent winces. So Deadeye kisses away the pain. Over and over, until Chamber stops hardening his face against him and starts kissing him back. Until the smooth licks against the lower agent"s lips start gaining him access within. And then he presses their tongues together, locking their faces into an embrace that knocks both of their glasses askew. Chamber hesitantly untangles his fingers from the pillow case and grips the back of Deadeye"s head, mussing up the hair spray that holds it in place and knocking strands down to tickle his temples and forehead.
Black-inked hands drag down Chamber"s ribs, raising goosebumps in their wake, pausing only to swipe across each dark pink nipple. The gold lines around each are cold to the touch and harder than skin. The subtle flex of Chamber"s body following his touch is addictive. Deadeye sneaks a view down the muscular body below him to locate Chamber"s half-hard dick and grasp it. Their kiss is broken then for Chamber to gasp and win back Deadeye"s red gaze. If the modest pink blush before was gorgeous, the deep red one blotching Chamber"s whole face now is stunning. He licks his own lips before he can stop himself, and dives back in to lick and nibble Chamber"s pink kiss-swollen lips. He"s answered with a series of confused moans whispered into his mouth and he watches Chamber"s deep brown eyes narrowly open to watch the smooth stroking motion of Deadeye"s hand up and down his length.
Chamber"s head drops back down onto the bed and Deadeye lets him. He focuses his effort below, slick sliding noises singing from Chamber"s now fully hard pre-cum lubricated dick. The golden agent covers his face by crossing his arms over it, but Deadeye can"t be bothered to correct him. He"s ready to move forward. Doubling his efforts, he leans forward and flexes his bicep to stroke Chamber faster, focusing his grip on the bulbous head of his cock and the velvety skin directly beneath in shallow, wet strokes. Chamber"s legs tighten and flex, his toes pressing down into the mattress to lift his hips against Deadeye"s fist. One hand shoots down but is stopped immediately. Deadeye grips the decorated wrist in his free hand.
"Gonna cum- Merde- Stop-" Chamber"s gravelly voice creaks out just above barely audible. He sucks in a breath suddenly and his abs flex stiffly on top of Trademark"s bulge and that"s when Deadeye chooses to release the throbbing cockhead and slip two fingers into Chamber"s slimy asshole and touch them to the trip wire.
The mechanical activation sound is muffled enough by Chamber"s insides to be easily drowned out by a carefully placed "Not yet, Vincent." and the glow easily hidden by one more purposeful splay of a black-tattooed hand.
"D-Don"t push on it!" Chamber"s wobbly voice fills the void and he reaches a shaky hand down to grip Deadeye"s, which was applying a firm pressure to the bulge and to his prostate directly beneath it within.
Then in a moment that felt to have moved much too slowly, Deadeye and Chamber make eye contact through a metallic "zoooooop.....Ping!". And Chamber"s toned flat stomach, decorated with a pretty little bump, swells almost instantaneously large enough to resemble a woman 9 months pregnant.
In the shock, Chamber throws his head back, blue-pink striped slime dripping from the corner of his mouth. There must have been so much that it went completely through him.
"I"m recording this for my records, remember, Chamber?" Deadeye creeps forward overtop the spasming sentinel and grips his dick suddenly, jerking it harshly in sporadic bursts. "Tell me how it feels!"
Chamber releases a downright pornographic gurgling moan then, cumming in long ropes across his distended stomach, kicking his legs and flexing his fingers into the sheets below him. Deadeye stares wide-eyed through his thin-rimmed glasses, smiling devilishly at the scene he could only have dreamt of before today. He NEEDS to know what is going on inside Chamber. The slime that emits from the Trademark is notorious for its slowing qualities, gripping the bottom of opponents" footwear and occasionally the palms of their hands when they trip over their momentum. Deadeye had never had the misfortune of feeling the substance in his own hands, and his curiosity has an opportunity right here and now to be sated.
He leans forward, pressing his lips up against Chamber"s temple dappled with sweat, "Tell me what"s happening inside of you.".
The gold-trimmed agent breaths harshly for a moment, coughing and sputtering on colorful slime. He rolls his head to the side after letting his limbs fall limp and hocks a glob of it onto the bedspread.
"Haah..... It"s.... Moving." He lifts his wobbly hands to hold them on either side of his swollen middle. Upon closer inspection, Deadeye can see the skin gently squirming under Chamber"s hands. "It"s moving and pushing on... Everything inside me." Chamber presses his head back and down into the bedsheets, clenching his teeth. His thighs flex on and off and his dick is perking upward with blood flow once again. He swallows thickly, followed immediately by a groaning gagging noise, and then lets his head fall to the side as he lets more of the slime leak from his mouth.
Deadeye can"t help his curiosity any longer. He slides the tip of his nose along Chamber"s sweaty forehead and then down to latch their mouths together. The Alpha agent squirms and whines underneath him, even moreso when his distended belly is pressed down upon once again. Deadeye slides his tongue into Chamber"s mouth, sticky and wet with saliva and Trademark slime, and reaches down to grip his dick which was already hard and leaking once again. The pressure on Chamber"s midsection makes Trademark drift through its own output down to bump against his tailbone and he whines into Deadeye"s mouth again. More of the slime forces its way up through his esophagus and into his mouth, sloshing between their tongues and coating Deadeye"s cheeks.
The slime tastes like medicine and plastic. Like synthetic materials, or school glue. It sticks to Deadeye"s tongue and teeth and stretches long between their mouths when they eventually part for air. Chamber"s eyes underneath his own are glazed over completely and unseeing. The golden agent had slipped out of his own mind long ago, given in to the sensations overloading him from inside. The slime emits a low "woom...woom..." resonance in the silence of the room, accompanied only by Chamber"s labored breaths and occasional pitiful whines. His cock stands proudly between his thighs now, twitching and leaking a constant stream of thin, clear fluid. The Omega sentinel gives the firm roundness a gentle shake with a hand on each side, admiring the way the sounds within fluctuate along with their displacement. Chamber groans uncomfortably in answer.
"Vincent? My dear?" Deadeye taps his cheek gently in attempt to bring him back into reality. The glossy golden eyes roll beneath their lids toward Deadeye"s red ones and flutter open. "You still with me?"
Chamber huffs a few breaths and groans, "Oui..." then leans forward to prop himself on his forearms. He looks aside to spit another mouthful of slime onto the bed, into the humming puddle that"s formed.
"Good~!" Deadeye"s smile hardly hides his excitement as he shoves chamber roughly back down onto his back.
"Hey-" Chamber interrupts himself, floundering while Deadeye quickly situates himself between his thighs and unzips the dress pants he"d been wearing the whole time. Guilt mutes him and he closes his mouth, a deep red blush revisiting his cheekbones as Deadeye shoves his pants and underwear down to let his fully hard cock flop out. He isn"t sure why it flusters him seeing his double"s manhood when he already knew it would look just like his own. Without the golden ring around the base, of course, replaced with a black diamond pattern. And, of course, looking much more impatient than his has looked in a very long time.
Then his panic rises up once again when Deadeye starts lining himself up with his entrance.
"W-wait! Not with the b-ball still inside!" His pleas fall on deaf ears as the Omega agent bites his lip and pushes his thumbs into the Alpha"s loose, slimy hole. Upon inspection via spreading the pliable pink ring as wide as it"ll go, Deadeye decides it could probably take more than just his dick. The ball of Trademark was wider than his girth even at its thickest point, after all. Slime rushes through the hole suddenly, having found a new exit, and runs down past Chamber"s tailbone to make a sticky mess on the bed beneath him. Deadeye enjoys the view accompanied by a relieved exhalation from the inflated agent. The swelling of his belly goes down incrementally as the slime noisily shoots from his hole. Deadeye can"t stop his sudden urge to plug it, and shoves two fingers into the hole. The colorful fluid still pushes itself out around the digits, past the weakened pink ring, so a third finger is added. And then a fourth. Hell... He could probably fit his whole hand in there, couldn"t he? Deadeye raises an eyebrow at his slime-coated hand, the veins and tendons beneath his skin flexing and dancing like piano strings while he uses them to coax desperate moans from the Alpha agent by wiggling them around inside of him. He wonders to himself where exactly the turret is right now, and if he could pull it out this way.
Another curiosity that Deadeye can"t help satisfying. He rotates his fingers around in Chamber"s ass, knuckle-deep (and finally stopping the flow of slime) and compresses his fingers together as best he can. The slime is thick between his fingers, resisting the motions and making them sluggish where they would otherwise be slippery and quick. Chamber finally starts actively resisting, raising his head and glaring down at Deadeye but making no movement to stop him. Taking this as permission to continue - not that he needed any - Deadeye reaches deeper into the other sentinel. The skin between his fingers and thumb stretches to its limit and goop gushes out in the gap his palm creates. "Well, this suit is ruined." He figures, then pulls his sticky hand back out far enough to squeeze the tip of his thumb against his palm and start pushing back inside.
"Nnnngh! Fffucker-" Chamber writhes around on his back, his arms raised to grip his sweaty pillow and clutch it in his fists. "What the hell are you doing down there?" He twists so he can see his double without raising his head, bending his back in a cute sideways arch and flexing his middle in a way so that Trademark"s goo compresses inside of him.
"I"m pulling this gaudy thing out of you." Deadeye lies, giving a valiant shove to breach the ring of muscle with the thickest part of his hand.
"Agh! Uhh!" tears roll from Chamber"s clenched eyes, but his wide panting mouth and throbbing dick contradict his disagreeable demeanor.
The Omega agent then begins rooting around inside, opening his hand and laboriously exploring the drastically stretched insides of Chamber"s guts. In response, both hands are brought down to grip the humming expanse of stomach, applying a gentle pressure to combat the gross feeling of being stirred up.
"Hurry up. This feels... Urgh... Disgusting." Chamber gripes, then heaves and releases another mouthful of slime. The tears that jump to his eyes and the flush that follows is entrancing to Deadeye and almost makes him miss Trademark bouncing off of his fingertips.
"Ah, here we are." Deadeye sounds much too content with himself for Chamber"s comfort. He grips the ball, warm now and gently vibrating. He wonders if that"s a part of the alert mode or if it"s a side effect of being rubbed all over by its slime. Regardless, he grips it in his fist and pulls, catching the mass of his hand on the inside of Chamber"s rim. Then he pushes back in suddenly and with all of his strength in order to combat the resistance of the slime.
"Urgh! F-fu-frrrrgh-" Chamber curls as if punched in the gut, puking a good amount of colorful humming goo down onto himself and his full stomach, noticing now the new bump in addition. The turret ball in Deadeye"s fist, he gathers. Moving in a smooth up and down motion, as if searching for something else now.
Ah.
Oh, that"s nice.
The golden decorated agent flops back onto the bed and presses an open hand onto the lump created by Deadeye"s fist holding Trademark against his insides. His dick throbs angrily in alliance. The gentle vibration is like a massage on his sore and aching guts.
That is, until Deadeye finds his prostate with it. And holds it vibrating there with a steady, firm pressure.
Chamber"s mouth falls open and his legs go rigid, his toes flexing and spreading.
"Ah, God! Ah!" He shakes his head to and fro and cums up and across his belly again, adding to the mess covering his tired and sweaty body. "Oh, fuck... Take that damn thing out, already..." His limbs fall limp around him and he lets his head fall to the side, facing away from Deadeye to hide his shameful blush.
"Magnifique. Observe, my dear." Deadeye"s identical voice wafts up to taunt the exhausted double who uses minimal effort to roll his eyes downward. Deadeye is presenting his hand, somehow clean but also not holding the ball of Trademark. "The slime is so sticky that it came off of my hand completely clean."
"Where the hell is my turret." Chamber deadpans, scrunching his face in irritation.
"Oh, my dear Vincent." The Omega agent lifts up onto his knees then, his hard cock still jutting from his unfastened - and ruined - trousers. He grips Chamber"s hip with both hands and yanks him onto his stomach. He is answered with a startled yelp which cut off into a gross gurgling noise and then a splash of goo on goo. "I lied."
Chamber scrambles, grabbing at bedsheets with weak fingers and kicking with exhausted legs.
"Get the hell off of me. We"re done here." He summons his most commanding tone and shoots a glare backwards at his double. But from this angle, looking backwards at a very cat-who-got-the-cream Omega sentinel with his dick in hand, he has suspicions that "commanding" is not the position he is in. He drops his head down into a clean spot on his sheets. "God dammit."
Deadeye uses the tip of his dick to cover Chamber"s gaping hole and easily slips in about an inch without any effort. The slime from Trademark is everywhere, completely covering the skin of Chamber"s ass and lower back, golden stripes included. He drags a hand through it, pushing it up and outward and revealing the microtechnology tattoos beneath in a hand-shaped smear.
Then he presses down, hard.
"Uurrrgh! Hrrrr-bl-" Chamber gushes blue and pink slime from both ends, his shoulders hunching with his retch and thighs quivering as the goo gushes out around Deadeye"s cockhead.
"Beautiful. Just a bit more." He warns, then flattens both of his hands on Chamber"s lower back and throws his weight onto them as if giving CPR.
"Agh! Guh!" Chamber projectile vomits even more slime in front of himself and across the bedsheets, scratching at the sheets on either side of himself. Then he drops his head again, drooling profusely and releasing a few shaking sobs.
"Perfect." Deadeye pulls his slimy cock away from Chamber"s hole which is now valiantly trying to close itself to no avail. The shiny gold of Trademark"s round shell is pressed against the weak pink rim from within. He presses forward once again with his cockhead, shoving the ball back inside with it.
"Mmmm... Vincent, you somehow still feel so good." He bottoms out easily, wiggling his hips against the softness of Chamber"s ass and gripping his hip bones. "Not exactly tight, mind you, but very good."
When he pulls back, the turret ball follows due to the vacuum. He grips the roundness of Chamber"s ass cheeks and squishes them together to keep himself and the ball from falling out. Then he pushes in again, against the turret ball, shoving it and himself all the way back in.
Chamber quivers and his hands in the sheets just twitch in answer. Too overstimulated to respond appropriately, he just whines pathetically with each thrust into his messed up insides. And so Deadeye has his way with him, fucking the turret ball in and out of his loose and slimy asshole. When he eventually finishes, he groans Chamber"s name (which is his own as well) and ejaculates deep inside him against the smooth surface of Trademark. Then he catches his breath and releases Chamber"s cheeks to let them bounce back into place and pulls out before he goes flaccid. With all of the strength left in him, he jerks backward and out of his sloppy slimy hole, creating suction and pulling Trademark out right behind him with a loud wet noise. Immediately following, the last dregs of the slime leak out and down Chamber"s ruined hole to join the mess.
Chamber groans weakly and his semisoft dick shoots one last load between his belly and the soaked bedsheets.
Deadeye stands and tucks himself away, wincing at the wet feeling in his underwear, and stretches his back.
"Well, this was certainly productive!" He beams down at Chamber"s still form, answered by a soft snore. He debates for a moment whether he should clean him up and tuck him in and whatnot, but decides against it. Chamber is a big boy. He can do it himself.
So he gathers his camera, makes himself as presentable as he can with a completely soaked suit jacket, and takes his leave.
"Au revoir, Fabron."