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Some days it was annoying that Dante didn't have their own room to retire to after a long day's work. But they supposed it made sense, since they had no memories of their past, how could the room create something based on their memories?
As they sat at the front of the bus, filling out their notes for the day, they heard the door to the sinners rooms open. They looked to see who it was and were surprised to see Meursault .
<Evening, Meursault . What's… uh, you okay?>
Meursault looked less composed than Dante had ever seen him. Still more composed than the majority of the sinners, but still.
"Manager, I seem to have come into contact with an aphrodisiac while on our last mission," Meursault said. "I'm unable to satisfy the urge myself, and V corp's aphrodisiac is known to only be sated by sexual intercourse with another person or persons."
<?!> Dante could hear themself tick wildly. <Ohhhhkay, let me rewind the clock then.>
The agony that always accompanied rewinding didn't happen; in fact, Dante remembered rewinding Meursault earlier that day. Obviously it wasn't something they could help with.
<Sorry Meursault , I can't help you.>
"I understand, manager," Meursault said, a bead of sweat dripping down his brow. "I came for permission to have sex with one of the other sinners. Sinclair, specifically."
<?!!!!????>
<Meursault you don't need to ask me for permission for that sort of thing! It's private!>
"I understand, manager," Meursault said solemnly. "Good evening. Enjoy your night."
Dante shook their head; Meursault could be so strange. They briefly wondered why Sinclair of all the sinners, but they decided to block out any imagery of the sinners having sex and focus back in on their notes.
Sinclair tucked a bookmark into his latest book when he heard a knock at his door. He uncurled his legs from beneath him, straightened his pajamas, and went to see who was here at such a late hour.
To his surprise, it was Meursault . He looked slightly ill, or like he'd just run a marathon and needed a break and some water.
Sinclair held the door frame as he greeted his fellow sinner. "Evening, Meursault . You've never come by before."
"May I have sex with you?"
Sinclair stepped back, his jaw dropping. "Excuse me?"
"I was exposed to V corp's aphrodisiac and the manager can't turn back the clock to fix me. I've been trying to take care of things myself but as you know, V Corp's formula requires at least one other partner."
"Wh– why me?" Sinclair asked weakly. He wasn't keen on saying no, especially since Meursault was very much his type. He was just… confused. Meursault seemed indifferent to sex; where some of the other sinners had taken on casual friends (or coworkers) with benefits situations, Meursault had never been interested.
"You like men, as do J," Meursault said simply, as if that didn't explain away the other sinners who also liked men.
In his heart, Sinclair hoped it was because he himself was more of Meursault 's type than anyone else.
And… wait. "How did you know I liked men..?"
"The walls are thin," Meursault answered.
Now that Sinclair was paying attention, he could see just how affected Meursault was by the aphrodisiac. While he himself had never been under its influence before, he did know that anyone exposed to it felt like they had to have sex or they'd literally die.
Meursault , meanwhile, looked mostly normal. He had a slightly flush across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and he was sweating, but otherwise… well, his expression was… desperate now that Sinclair knew the story.
Sinclair was embarrassed to know that Meursault had heard his trysts with Hong Lu, and hoped he was the only one who paid close enough attention to figure out who was making what sound and with whom.
"W-well, come in," Sinclair said. Meursault 's shoulders sagged in relief as he stepped inside.
It was only now that Sinclair saw he had a raging erection, angrily pressing against his uniform.
Meursault immediately began undressing, and Sinclair was too distracted to stop him or do anything but simply watch.
Meursault was muscular from all the fighting he did. His biceps and chest were covered in battle scars, but most were old and white with healing.
"I'm afraid my faculties are failing me," Meursault said as he took his pants off. "I don't believe I'll be very coherent until I'm relieved of this serum."
Sinclair swallowed heavily. "That's fine, Meursault . I… I'll help you out."
"Thank you, Sinclair," Meursault said, breathing a sigh of relief before pulling his underwear off.
Apparently, that was the last coherent thing he was able to say. Sinclair saw his eyes go cloudy with lust and without warning, Meursault was groping Sinclair through his pajamas. He groaned when he felt that Sinclair was hard, too, gripping him through the soft fabric.
Sinclair whined at the sensation, stripping quickly to hurry up and feel Meursault inside him. His cock… well, it was very proportional to the rest of his body. It was huge, essentially. Sinclair had never had anything that big inside him before and he shivered in anticipation at the prospect of being fucked so hard he couldn't see straight.
Maybe some of the serum from V corp was rubbing off on him, because Sinclair was suddenly as desperate for Meursault as Meursault was for him. He stroked Meursault 's huge erection, biting his lower lip to stifle a moan when Meursault bucked his hips into his touch.
And God… he was so much bigger than Sinclair. He knew he was one of the shorter sinners, but Meursault was truly huge compared to him.
"Need you," Meursault murmured, grabbing Sinclair by the wrist. "Foreplay."
It seemed that the serum didn't steal away Meursault 's no-nonsense attitude.
Sinclair was about to ask what type of foreplay he'd like, but was surprised when Meursault simply scooped him up and tossed him on his bed.
He rolled Sinclair onto his front and spread his ass cheeks before leaning in close and beginning to rim him.
Sinclair squealed at the hot sensation of Meursault 's tongue pressed inside him. He was very skilled at what he was doing, using a finger to tease deeper to stretch out Sinclair's hole that much more as he tongue fucked him.
"M-Meursault …" Sinclair whined, clutching a pillow and holding his hips up high.
"What?"
"Finger meeee..!"
"I am."
"More!" Sinclair begged, pointing at his bedside table. "Lube is there."
Sinclair whimpered at the loss of Meursault 's tongue, but he was quickly satisfied when he felt Meursault start to finger him. He was a dutiful lover, preparing him thoroughly by scissoring his fingers and teasing Sinclair's prostate as he went.
When Sinclair glanced back, he was surprised to see how undone Meursault looked. His normally immaculate hairstyle was sweated out, and his eyes looked frantic with need. There was even a pink ring around his dark iris.
"I'm ready, Meursault ," Sinclair said, knowing how badly he needed to fuck him.
"Very well."
Without another word, Meursault grabbed Sinclair by the hips and pulled him up a little, lining up his cock with Sinclair's asshole. He expected Meursault to be clumsy and miss a few times, but he sunk home the first try.
"Oh!" Sinclair moaned lowly, dipping his spine and clutching his pillow tighter. "Ohhhhhh…"
It was like being split apart. His cock was leaking precum like a faucet as Meursault 's huge cock pressed against his prostate so perfectly. He focused on keeping himself relaxed, whining at just how big Meursault was. He could feel a slight burn from the stretch, but ultimately the pleasure won out. It felt too fucking good to be split open like this, to have his ass filled so fully.
He didn't know if he'd ever be satisfied again.
Meursault began fucking him without a word of warning, or really letting him get used to the size. Sinclair didn't mind though, he was moaning just as much as Meursault was, each thrust drawing out something whiny and breathy from deep inside.
He flexed his fingers in the pillow as Meursault held onto his hips and really began fucking him, grunting and moaning as he worked the serum out of his system using Sinclair's hole. He liked the sound of that for some reason, just being a toy for use to make someone feel good.
He moaned, unbidden, as he thought of more of the sinners getting stuck under the throes of the V corp serum and needing to use Sinclair to sate their appetite.
Without warning, Meursault slammed deep inside and started cumming, making Sinclair gasp and flex around his cock, feeling every pulse. He was a little annoyed he didn't last long enough for him to get his own orgasm, but–
"Not enough," Meursault groaned in agony. "I'm sorry, Sinclair."
"It's fine," Sinclair said weakly, neglecting to mention how very much okay it was.
He let himself rock forward and backward with each rough thrust of Meursault 's strong hips. Now that he had one orgasm wrung out of him, he was becoming animalistic, thrusting more wildly and slapping his hips against Sinclair's ass rapidly.
Sinclair finally reached orgasm after a few minutes of the rough treatment, the sensation building in his pelvis as he moaned and moaned. Like a dam breaking, all the tension in his hips and pelvis broke as he came, semen spurting all over his duvet cover and smearing against his thigh as Meursault continued fucking him through it.
The sensation was incredible; usually, his partner would stop when he was cumming. After all, his asshole would squeeze and release for several moments–up to minutes– before he could relax fully again, but Meursault didn't care. He kept thrusting even as Sinclair squeezed tightly around him. It felt so good, Sinclair knew he was getting addicted.
He squeezed a little tighter and Meursault came again with a low grunt, his cock throbbing another fat load into Sinclair's needy asshole.
They spent a few moments panting, Sinclair waiting to see if Meursault needed more.
Slowly, Meursault pulled out. His cock was still hard, though, so Sinclair whimpered and pouted at him, hoping he'd keep fucking him.
"I'm… feeling more clear headed. Let me take a shower." Meursault staggered into Sinclair's bathroom, leaving him with two loads in his ass and a cum covered blanket.
When he returned from the bathroom, though, Meursault looked worse off than before. His eyes were totally pink and he wasn't even capable of speaking.
Sinclair scrambled off the bed, wondering if he needed help, but Meursault shoved him to his knees and fed his cock into Sinclair's mouth.
Thinking he wanted a blow job, Sinclair started making the motions, but Meursault grabbed either side of his head and thrust.
Sinclair's eyes rolled into the back of his head, moaning around the fat cock down his throat. He could barely breathe, but he didn't care, especially when Meursault began brutally fucking his face. He rested his hands on Meursault 's legs and just took it, moaning around him as he was used like a fleshlight.
He didn't take long to reach orgasm, but when he did, he came for ages, his cock throbbing rope after rope down Sinclair's throat. He swallowed frantically, not wanting to waste a single drop.
When Meursault pulled out, his cock was finally soft. He panted heavily and ran his fingers through his shower-damp hair.
"Merci pour l'aide," Meursault said. "I apologize it was even necessary."
"Anytime," Sinclair said, coughing a few times, his voice hoarse. He meant it. "Even without V corp's serum."
Meursault hummed noncommittally before helping Sinclair clean up, leaving him soaking in the tub before bidding him a good night and leaving him alone.
Sinclair wished he had a cigarette; he suddenly got the appeal.