A superhero and a cop walk into a bar...

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It did hurt, but probably not as much as it would have if he didn't have alcohol dulling his senses. "Fuck! Y'asshole!" Shiloh yelped, but the pain was soon replaced by pleasure--or at least, it was mixed with enough pleasure that he could ignore it save for a dull stinging every time Christian moved. It would probably hurt like hell when he was sober.

If it wasn't for the hand gripping his hair, he would have fallen down on his elbows as his limbs turned to jelly, but he managed to keep upright, leaning forward onto the arm of the couch and crying out loudly, too drunk to care if anyone heard, moving his hips back to meet Christian as much as he could.

"Oh, fuck, don' stop!" he moaned between gasped breaths, hissing with pain when he tried to drop his head down and pulled his hair in the process.

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Christian pounded into the Pilot, not really caring that his technique and control were shot to hell from all the booze. It felt amazing fucking that tight ass, totally different than with a girl. And it had been a long time since he had fucked a guy.

He was just starting to get into his rhythm, pounding the other Pilot into the couch, when all of a sudden a loud song burst out. From his floor. It took Christian's drink hazed mind a moment to figure out what it was, "What the fuck? Is that a cellphone?"

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Aw, shit, that was a cellphone.

His cellphone.

"Uhn...wha?" Mind gone with lust and booze, Christian pounding him, it took him a moment to realize that it was his cellphone, ringing merrily below him on the ground. Letting himself fall forward onto his arms with his bottom still raised, not wanting to stop--gods, he was so fucking close--he groped awkwardly until his fingers closed around it. He could have just let it ring. That probably would have been the smart thing to do. But that niggling feeling returned and he quickly brought the phone up and flipped it open.

"D-don' fuckin' stop! I got it!" he cried, then raised the phone to his ear, face pressed down into his arms and eyes clenched shut. "Hel...ungh! H-hello?"

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Christian had no intention of stopping. He was close to getting off and it wasn't his damn phone that was ringing. He didn't care if they found out Shiloh was taking it right now. He shifted his grip, helping hold the other Pilot's hips in place.

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Finaa was pissed. Shiloh was supposed to have texted her an hour ago about when he was coming to see her. She had packed the Gem costume just for him and now he was MIA. Not cool!

"Shiloh? Oh my god! Are you okay? You dick! You were supposed to text me! When are you coming?"

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Finaa! Oh shit, that was right! He'd totally forgotten, the handcuffs and everything!

...And right now he didn't really care.

He arched back against Christian, panting hard, breathing cries of pleasure into the phone and not giving a shit who heard. "Uhn...c-comin'?" What a question. A sharp moan escaped him and his breath hitched. This would have been so embarrassing another time, but right now he had zero shame.

"A-ah! Fuck, soon! Prolly soon! Shit, righ' there, jus' like tha'! Gods, sorry, Finaa, I totally...nngh! Totally got...got caught up!"

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"You dick! You are totally ditching me to fuck some other girl. I can't believe you!" Not that she really cared he was sleeping with someone else, it was more that he hadn't bothered to let her now. She had been waiting and worried and guh! He was so insensitive sometimes!

"Fuck yeah. That's it." Christian bent over Shiloh, biting at his back and shoulders. He felt so damn good, but he never came first and he refused to start now. His hand reached down, gripping Shiloh's cock and started to jerk him off.

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"Oh fuck! Don' stop, please!" Shiloh cried out, bucking into Christian's hand and writhing, practically thrashing as best as he could in that position, nearly beside himself with pleasure and not knowing what to do with himself. He nearly dropped the phone and accidentally mashed several buttons but managed to get it back to his ear, free hand clawing at the couch.

"Oh gods, oh fuck! Keep goin'! Ahhnn, Finaa...s'not a girl, s' a dude, oh my fuckin' gods he's good!" And he was so close, feeling his release building, helped along by Christian's hand and the bites at his shoulders. Only alcohol had helped him last this long.

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"A GUY?!" Finaa burst out laughing, jerking the phone away so Shiloh wouldn't hear. It only took a moment to compose herself, "You are taking it right now? In the ass? God Shiloh! I'm so proud."

Christian smirked at all the compliments, loving them. It was always nice to have an ego boost. He worked his hand faster, his fingers sliding across the head, teasing him, "Don't hold back. Come for me."

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"Uhn...ngh! Y-yeaamaybe--yeah, yeah, I am," he amended, hardly realizing what he was saying anymore as he felt himself teetering toward the edge, his moans turning into choked, sob-like sounds.

And then Christian spoke, and the words, his hand, it was enough to push him over.

He cried out sharply, Christian's name on his lips, and arched his back as he came hard, muscles tensing and relaxing, pleasant shivers coursing through him. With a groan he collapsed after, burying his face into his arms with the phone resting in the crook of an elbow. He panted into it, shamelessly sprawled out on the couch.

"Oh...m'gods..."

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Fin stared at the phone in his hand, blinking. He could not believe what had just happened. Snapping it shut, he turned to the girl at his side. This news had to be shared!

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Shiloh tensing around him was all Christian needed to come. His hips bucked and he leaned over the other Pilot, shoving him down into the couch as he came inside him. He thrust a few more times, riding out the pleasure before he pulled out and sank down onto his couch, "Well...that was amazing. Wanna try fucking in the bedroom next?"

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Needless to say, Shiloh did.

By morning, he regretted everything.

Groaning into a pillow that was not his on a bed that was also not his, Shiloh willed the world to just end. His head was pounding, his stomach was queasy, his body felt like it had been tap-danced on by a couple dragons, and his ass...let's just say he only hoped he wouldn't have to shit any time soon. When he forced his eyes open, he found the pale light horrifically glaring and squeezed them shut with another groan and stuck his face back in the pillow as though hoping it would smother him. Oh, gods, if there were any up there, just let him die already.

But death didn't come, only more throbbing. Alright. So he wasn't gonna die. Next best thing: painkillers? Some good shit for the hangover. This place had to have something. Wait, where was he again?

He cautiously cracked an eye open and this time took in a little more than just the light. He was sprawled on his belly in a comfortable bed, one arm hugging his pillow and the other under the covers and draped over something that felt warm and fleshy and suspiciously body-like. Looking up a little more--oh. Right. Blue hair. That one guy...Christian? He had a good memory for faces and names, and it sounded about right.

Yeeeah...that had been pretty damned good. What he could remember of it. But shit was he sore, that asshole.

Reassured that he was where he thought he was, he let his eyes drop closed again. It was too much effort to move, and he didn't really want to think about walking just yet.

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Christian woke up slowly, carefully. He had drunk quite a bit last night and it was taking it's sweet time in coming back to him. He felt the person in bed with him shift and he mumbled something, forcing his eyes open.

Oh. Right.

It was that dumb ass new Pilot. Name. Name...uh....

Shiloh Lockwood. A Cardinal. Raziel's voice was gentle, tinged with amusement.

Awe baby. That's why I love you. With a small groan, Christian sat up, holding his head. His hangover wasn't actually too bad. Very minor headache and he felt a little queezy, but overall, not that bad.

"Hey." His voice was slightly raspy, "Hey. Get up. You can't stay here all day."

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Shiloh groaned again, each word driving a knife into his brain and twisting it for added fun. Still, he forced his eyes open and lifted his head so he could squint-glare at the other Pilot.

"Not so fuckin' loud," he whispered, reaching up to rub and his bleary eyes. "I weren't plannin' on stayin'." Slowly, very slowly, he turned and started to sit up, wincing. Fuckin' hell. His shirt was still half on--the cop shirt--but shit if he knew where his pants were. Or his phone. Or--dammit! He'd forgotten all about Finaa! What time was it?

Feeling slightly panicked, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood--and nearly hurled. Whoa, too fast. All that alcohol on an empty stomach and hardly any water was not agreeing with him now. He sat back down (and fast regretted it) and held his head in his hands, massaging his temples with his fingers.

"Wha' time's it?" he muttered. "An' got any as'prin?"

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Ugh. Lovely. The poor guy seemed to be badly hung over. Sighing, Christian stood up, "Yeah. But, first, you should probably go puke in the bathroom. I'll get you some water and painkillers." He stretched and started for the kitchen, not caring he was totally naked.

Pausing, he turned to look back at the kid, "You need help into the bathroom?"

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"Naw...I got it," Shiloh mumbled, not about to be hauled into the bathroom so some guy could hold his hair back while he hurled or something. He could make it; he could do that much.

Yet as he forced himself up again and stumbled his way to the bathroom, he kind of wished he'd taken Christian up on that offer.

Somehow, pants-less with a shirt half on, he made into the room and collapsed on his knees in front of the toilet. When waiting didn't get the alcohol up and the queasiness only continued to assault his stomach, taunting him in a, 'hahaha, I'm gonna make you miserable and not let you puke!' sort of way, Shiloh stuck a finger down his throat and, after some retching and failed attempts, that opened the floodgates.

When he'd finally stopped and his stomach was empty, he flushed the toilet, rinsed his mouth, and hobbled his way out into the living room. "Where's m' pants...?"

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Christian took some pity on the other Pilot. He wasn't totally heartless. While Shiloh emptied his guts in the bathroom, Christian had made his way into the kitchen. He loved his automatic coffee maker. A pot of coffee was already going and once he had started sipping away at that, he was feeling much more alive.

Snagging an apron, as he had learned frying foods naked was a very bad idea, it didn't take long before he had managed a bit of breakfast. All nice, greasy foods, perfect for a hangover. Glancing over at Shiloh, he gave a small shrug, "I have no idea. Probably by the couch? That's where my costume seemed to end up."

His head was throbbing, but he was feeling not to bad, much better than Shiloh looked at any rate. Kid had been an amazing lay though, he had some vague memories of that. He gestured to one of the bar stools at the counter, "Sit. You can eat breakfast before you leave."

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Shiloh edged his way into the living room and made a bleary search for his pants. He found them discarded by the couch and tugged them on, put them on backwards, and stripped them off again so he could put them back on correctly. When he was done, he meandered back into the kitchen and took a seat at the counter, elbows resting atop it and face sunk into his hands.

The food smelled good--and simultaneously made him want to hurl again. But even he knew the grease would help, and that he should drink something to get hydrated again. Caffeine also helped headaches. "Any coffee left over?"

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"Mmmm? Yeah. Help yourself." He wasn't about to serve the other Pilot coffee. He was already being plenty nice by making extra breakfast. He dumped the eggs, bacon and hasbrowns onto two plates. It was more of a mashup scramble thing by this point, but Christian wasn't really worried about the presentation at the moment.

It was cooked and should taste good. That was all he cared about. Taking a seat on one of the stools, he started wolfing down the food. It helped settle his queasy stomach and he felt a little more human.

Watching Shiloh as he ate, Christian mulled over his choices. He wasn't all that into guys, he much preferred woman, but Shiloh was just so dumb and paranoid. That appealed to his deeply sadistic nature. Like a cat playing with a mouse.

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Shiloh muttered something that might have been a "thanks" and poured himself a cup of coffee, taking it black and steaming. The bitterness and heat helped to wake him up some. When he'd drank enough to settle his stomach, he tucked into the food, which turned out to be surprisingly good. Then again, Shiloh wasn't a picky eater; he liked most things that didn't bite him first.

He had finished half his plate when he became aware of Christian staring at him. Glancing up, he raised an eyebrow. "What?"

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"Just thinking. Deciding what to do with my new pet." He sipped at his coffee, feeling a little better now that he had caffeine and food. And a new toy. Shiloh really wasn't bad looking, and dumb as a post.

And so delightfully homophobic. "You were a pretty good lay. Do you often like getting fucked by strange men? I haven't slept with anyone that eager in a while."