"Drac..."
She whispered, her voice breathless.
I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I pressed into her. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as we found a rhythm, our movements fueled by a primal need. The water pounded around us, adding to the intensity of the moment.
Our breaths came in ragged gasps, the steam and heat enveloping us in a cocoon of pleasure. Each movement, each touch, sent waves of ecstasy through us, pushing us closer to the edge.
"Hope..."
I groaned, my body trembling with the effort to hold back which was rather unusual for me.
"Don't stop,"
She urged, her voice filled with need.
I quickened my pace, our bodies moving faster and harder. The shower's walls echoed with our sounds of passion, the room filled with the scent of soap and sweat. Finally, with a final, powerful thrust, we both cried out, our bodies shuddering as we reached our peak together.
We stood there for a moment, our breaths mingling, the water washing away the evidence of our intense encounter. I gently set Hope down, our bodies still entwined under the soothing spray of the shower.
"Now, that's what I call a proper cleanup,"
I murmured, kissing her lips.
Hope laughed softly, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.
"You always find a way to surprise me, Drac."
I grinned, pulling her close.
"Just wait, this is only the beginning after all we got an entire night"
...
A few days had passed since the violent encounter with Brother Dragon and his gang. The mansion had returned to a semblance of normalcy, though the makeshift FOB elements remained as a precaution.
This morning, the sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over our king-sized bed where Hope lay on her stomach, scrolling through her smartphone. I prepped for her long overdue massage, my hands slick with warm oil.
As I began to work on her shoulders, Hope let out a contented sigh but quickly shifted to an annoyed grunt as she read through various online comments.
"Ugh, Drac, you won't believe what people are saying about my company online,"
She muttered, her tone laced with frustration.
I chuckled, my hands moving expertly over her tense muscles.
"Oh? Let me guess that I and my schmucks are some kind of supersoldiers?"
She rolled her eyes, but her irritation was short-lived as I found a particularly tight knot in her back and applied pressure, eliciting a pleased moan from her. She continued scrolling, her fingers flicking through various posts and comments.
"Apparently, we're some kind of conspiracy theory now,"
She said, her voice tinged with disbelief.
"Listen to this: 'They're super soldiers created by Apex Industries per government request. #SuperSoldiers #ConspiracyTheory'"
I smirked, my hands moving lower to her lower back, using my thumbs to work out the tension there.
"Well, they're not entirely wrong."
Hope snorted, continuing to read aloud some of the more outlandish theories.
"'I heard they were kidnapped as children and trained in inhuman conditions to become unstoppable warriors. #KidnappedChildren #InhumanTraining'"
I shook my head, moving to her legs and working on the muscles there.
"People have wild imaginations."
Hope's thumb hesitated over another comment, her eyebrows furrowing in frustration. "'These guys are probably part of an unethical augmentation program. No way they got those bodies naturally. #AugmentedHumans #UnethicalScience'"
The comments kept coming, each one more ridiculous than the last:
"They're definitely aliens. No human could fight like that. 👽 #AlienWarriors"
"I bet they're from a dystopian future sent back in time to save humanity. ⏳ #TimeTravelSoldiers"
"Their leader is probably a cyborg with a supercomputer brain. 🤖 #CyborgLeader"
"I heard they're genetically engineered in a lab. 🧬 #GeneticExperiments"
Hope groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation.
"These people are insane where the hell do they get these Ideas from?"
I continued the massage, my hands working on her calves now.
"Let them talk people love conspiracy theories"
Hope sighed, relaxing into the bed.
"I guess you're right. It's just... frustrating."
I leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder.
"Just don't give a f*ck sooner or later they'll get bored and forget about It"
She turned her head to look at me, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Thanks, Drac."
I smiled back, my hands moving to her feet.
"Anytime."
Just then, her phone buzzed with a new notification. Hope's smile faded as she read the latest comment.
"'These guys are probably mercenaries for hire. Watch out, they could be coming for you next. 💀 #Mercenaries #DangerousMen'"
She shook her head, tossing the phone aside.
"I swear, people are nuts."
I chuckled, my hands never stopping their work.
"Thats nothing new"
Hope relaxed again, her body melting under my touch.
"Yeah, I suppose you're right. Thanks for the massage, Drac. I needed this."
I grinned, leaning down to kiss her neck.
"Anytime, Hope. Anytime."
A soft chime interrupted the peaceful moment, followed by the voice of Little Lilith.
"Good morning, president just a reminder, you have a scheduled negotiation with Dragon Tech in an hour."
Hope sighed deeply, the relaxation from the massage evaporating.
"Right, I'd almost forgotten."
I stopped massaging and sat back as I did Hope sat up and began dressing, her demeanor shifting from relaxed to professional.
We both got up, moving to our separate sides of the room to gear up. Hope put on a sleek black work suit with a white smart long-sleeved shirt, a black jacket, a pencil skirt, red stockings and high heels. She looked every bit the powerful CEO she was.
I opted for my combat gear, ready to play the role of bodyguard. I strapped on my black armored vest, checked my M4 rifle with various attachments, and ensured my pistol was secured in its holster. Lastly, I put on my black mask with a white skull paint job, pulling it up to my nose.
"Do you really need all of that?"
Hope commented as she adjusted her jacket in the mirror.
"I mean why not?"
I replied, giving her a nod.
"I have to keep up my appearance don't I?"
We made our way to the garage, where the M*stang Dark Horse awaited us. Hope slid into the driver's seat while I took the passenger side. As we drove out the dropship containing the other 11 cosmic marines also took off.
The journey was quick, and soon we arrived at Hope's company's building for the first time. The structure was rather imposing, a sleek and modern skyscraper that dominated the skyline. The dropship landed on the roof while our car was parked by a professional valet.
We entered the building, moving through the rather empty halls which were gradually filling with workers each day. Those who saw us either stopped or stood up and bowed, quietly whispering behind our backs, thinking that we couldn't hear them—but we could.
"Isn't that the guy who killed 131 gang members?"
One whispered.
"He looks like a super soldier straight out of a sci-fi movie,"
Another murmured.
"President Hope is so s*xy, but he's downright intimidating,"
A third voice added.
As we continued to walk through the hallway, we met up with the rest of the cosmic marines. Their imposing presence caused even more whispers among the employees, who couldn't help but feel intimidated by the sight of these hulking giants.
"Look at them! They're massive!"
"Are they really all super soldiers like the Internet says?"
"Why does the CEO need such heavy protection?"
Hope led the way with confidence, her head held high. I walked beside her, flanked by the rest of the marines. Our black uniforms and stern expressions only added to the aura of intimidation we carried.
"Those guys look like they could take on an army,"