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This was embarrassing. 

This was really fucking embarrassing.

Danitz was biting hard on his lower lip, threatening to tear it and taste his own blood, as he pressed his lips together. He wasn't allowed to make a single sound—if he did, he'd be dead.

His back was glued to some building's cold wall and in front of him was none other than Gehrman Sparrow, pressing his entire weight against Danitz. 

They had ended up affected by a sealed artifact that rendered Gehrman's teleportation abilities useless, so they had to take cover after the fight was over, lest they wanted the group of Mandated Punishers, that had been alerted, to find them. Gehrman had quickly pulled him into a tight alleyway—no, fuck that, it was more of a gap between two buildings than an alleyway—and pinned Danitz against the wall.

Gehrman's leg was unfortunately placed between his and Danitz had to keep himself from yelling curses, because with every small shifting of Gehrman's body, that thigh pressed oh so sweetly against Danitz crotch. 

And holy shit, what nice thighs this guy had. But Danitz couldn't afford thinking about this now, lest he got even more aroused.

If he made a noise he would be killed instantly. No, maybe even worse—Gehrman would take his sweet time killing him slowly like the fucking madman he was, and it would be over for him.

Gehrman shifted again, leg rubbing against him and Danitz almost let out a whimper. He couldn't possibly ignore the friction this was causing. Lord, please just don't let him get a boner.

"Quiet," Gehrman warned him once more in a low whisper. His eyes were fixed on the people passing by them, waiting for the Mandated Punishers to pass and leave. Was he really oblivious to the position they were in and how inappropriately he was touching Danitz!? 

Gehrman's eyes tore away from the crowd and looked at him. Dogshit, what was he looking at? Danitz hadn't said but a peep! 

But another sudden shift, or more like a strong pressure against his crotch, and Danitz gasped. His own hand quickly slapped his mouth shut. Eyes wide in shock and embarrassment at the sound he made.

He could feel those cold eyes staring at him, as Gehrman shifted again. This time, it felt like a more deliberate and calculated grind against him, leaving Danitz to involuntarily moan into his hand. It was muffled, but as close as Gehrman was, there was no way he didn't hear it.

He was dead. He was so dead! Gehrman would kill him for enjoying this. For the simple fact of his body reacting naturally.

And yet, Gehrman seemed to only grind against him again, feeling him out. Gaze fixed on Danitz, taking in all of his reactions, as if recording and analysing them.

Another muffled moan could be heard from Danitz, and he couldn't help but shut his eyes. Fearful of what was to come now that Gehrman had definitely heard him and felt the bulge between his legs. He would take out his gun, shoot Danitz and collect his beyonder characteristic now. Any second now. It would definitely happen.

But it didn't. Danitz nightmare scenario didn't even come close to happening; instead, Gehrman leaned closer to his ear.

"Enjoying yourself?" He whispered, threatening and yet somehow so hot, Danitz almost came on the spot. He shot his eyes open and stared in disbelief.

With his hand still clasped over his mouth and face flushed red in embarrassment, Danitz looked up at Gehrman. He shook his head no at first, but another grind against him immediately called out his lie, as Danitz let out a whimper.

"Stay quiet and I'll help," Gehrman breathed against his ear, making him shiver in response and give him a quick nod.

Hands wandered down Danitz' body and grabbed his hip, helping him ride Gehrman's thigh slowly up and down. Another muffled moan left Danitz' mouth. He could hear and feel every breath Gehrman took, and it immediately made him self-aware of his own quickening breath. 

Danitz grabbed at Gehrman's jacket with his free hand, wrinkling it ever so slightly, trying to not lose his mind at the slow pace and minimum friction he was getting. 

"Mmh..." Danitz bit down harder on his lip, his body trembling the entire time at the pleasure and feeling the need to beg Gehrman to just touch him. God, what he would do to feel those fingers that were grabbing his hip tightly, probably leaving marks for days, inside him. He just couldn't stop thinking about it. Every fantasy in his mind making him needier, more desperate.

When they had first met, he couldn't stand Gehrman. Well, he still couldn't stand him, but now Danitz could at least admit to himself that he found him hot. After noticing that Gehrman and Edwina were both smart, silent, and definitely capable of stepping on him, Danitz realized he had no preference between men and women, as long as they fit this type.

"You're being too loud," Gehrman murmured, before he picked up Danitz' thighs and lifted him up. At the shift of positions, Danitz right hand left his mouth and similarly grabbed Gehrman's windbreaker.

Danitz inhaled a sharp breath as he felt his feet taking off the floor, and soon wrapped his legs around Gehrman. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he wasn't about to stop it either.

Gehrman quickly caught his lips into a kiss before Danitz could make any more sounds. Exploring his mouth with his tongue and occasionally clicking their teeth, swallowing any noise Danitz threatened to make as Gehrman continued to grind against him.

Gehrman's hand easily wandered to undo Danitz' pants, before making its way under all his layers and steadily wrapping itself around Danitz' erection. He broke off the kiss, just for a moment, to catch a breath and focus on undoing his belt, before Gehrman once again caught another breath, gasp, and moan that were spilling all out of Danitz' mouth at the touching of both of their cocks. 

Danitz pulled at Gehrman to keep him unimaginably close, arching his back at Gehrman's gloved hand stroking them together and leaking all over his hand, making it easier for Gehrman to pick up pace.

"Gehrm–" Danitz barely managed to whisper in between kisses and bites, but he was just kissed rougher for making a noise, and Danitz couldn't complain, leaning further into the kiss. 

The sound of dozens of footsteps marching closer made Danitz tense up. Of course they could only hide for so long before the Mandated Punishers would inevitably find them, but after a groan from Gehrman, Danitz felt the wall behind him strangely soften. 

One blink and he realized they were back at the hotel room they had rented, laying on the bed with Gehrman now hovering over him, still holding them tightly. The sudden change in positions made it easier for Danitz to grind and thrust up into Gehrman's hand and push himself over the edge, coming in his hand with a whimper.

Danitz looked at Gehrman in panic, afraid to have possibly angered this madman, but there was no hint of anger in his eyes.

"Sorry..." Danitz whispered at the sight of Gehrman's glove being stained by his cum. The softest sigh came out from Gehrman's lips; an uncharacteristic one. He parted his mouth as if to say something, but simply closed it again as he stood up from the bed and put his pants up properly. He took off his windbreaker that had gotten dirty as well and threw it on Danitz without any regard for him. He shouldn't mistake Gehrman's help for sympathy. 

"Make sure its clean later."

Danitz pulled the jacket from his face and watched as Gehrman was about to enter the bathroom, looking at his gloves in a bit of disgust, wondering how he would get it clean.

"When did you notice you could teleport again?" Danitz asked, propping himself up, but all he got was a smile as a response. That kind of smile that ill fitted a cold hunter like him, one that sent a shiver down his spine and reminded Danitz of how mad Gehrman truly was.

He wasn't sure what that smile quite meant... perhaps it was a warning that Gehrman could've left him there at any time, had he pissed him off. And yet he didn't. For a moment Danitz thought Gehrman might have a softer side hidden beneath all that madness of his.