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The rope is tight around Ekko’s wrists, the position of them tied together behind his back (in a way that makes it impossible for him to get up from this chair) vaguely uncomfortable. His vision is blurry, so he blinks once, twice—and thank God the light is dim, because otherwise he’d have a serious headache. He doesn’t think he’s been out for long, though, because he feels fine, albeit a little drowsy.
There’s other things that can give him a headache, however.
“Oh, oh, oh! You’re awake!”
Blue braids whip through the air, and from somewhere that he can’t quite make out she jumps on his lap, straddling him—Jinx. Ekko doesn’t need to look to know it’s her. Doesn’t want to look, actually, for the pink eyes are a little depressing, a reminder of everything he’s lost.
“Jinx,” he hisses, blinking a few more times before her face clears in front of him. She’s way too close, so he leans back as much as the chair allows. “What the fuck do you want?”
Jinx grins at him in that manic way that breaks his heart all over again, as much as he pretends to be nonchalant about it all. Ekko can’t allow her to have this much power over him—or at least, he can’t allow her to know she does. He leans back further, but Jinx only scoots closer in turn, and by now, her chest is pressing against his… which really shouldn’t make him flush like it does. Thankfully, it doesn’t show on his face. Here’s to hoping it won’t show anywhere else, either.
“Come on, I know you like playing with me,” she says, in that giddy way that almost reminds him of when they were young, when she’d show him the results of her tinkering. It makes his throat feel tight, but even that is chased away with a hot shiver when Jinx cups his face, her hand cool on his flushed skin. “Don’t you, boy savior?”
I’m not a boy anymore, Ekko wants to say, and then get off me, but neither of those sentences make it out of his mouth. Instead, he tries to fight against his restraints, but to no avail—Jinx simply pushes herself even closer on top of him, and now, her crotch is digging against his. Great.
“Fuck you,” he mutters, if only to distract himself from the way she’s touching him, but Jinx just giggles.
“With pleasure!” she says, scooting even closer, then her lips press to his neck and his breath hitches in his throat. Ekko tries to lean away from the touch, but it’s a halfhearted attempt anyway, and he gasps as Jinx’ teeth dig into his skin ever so slightly. “Oh.”
His head is spinning, so it takes him a few moments to notice what caught her attention—Jinx leans back, and it’s both a relief and a loss. Part of him wants her pressed back against him. Part of him wants to tear her clothes off and… no.
All of those thoughts fly out the window, however, when Ekko notices what she’s staring at: his crotch. He’s got a boner. Great. Weakly, he tries struggling against the rope again, but it doesn’t even matter anyway. Why is he so embarrassed? It’s not like Jinx’ opinion means anything to him anymore.
(Okay, maybe that’s a lie.)
She’s grinning again when she looks back up to him, however, and wraps her arms around his neck. Her chest is pressing against his again, and he can feel her breasts through both their shirts, and her face is right in front of him, with those big, glittering eyes—
Fuck. Get a grip, Ekko.
Jinx hums, letting her forehead sink against his, which makes it really hard to avoid looking her in the eyes as he’s done so far. “Seems like you’d like that too, huh?”
“Get off me,” he hisses now, but Jinx only presses her hips against his, letting one of her hands trail down his arm, rubbing over his skin in a way that makes him ache. A strangled sound makes it out of his throat.
“Funny,” she whispers, a dangerous glimmer in her eyes, before leaning in and biting his neck, hard. Ekko jolts where he’s sitting, but they both feel the way his cock twitches. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He presses his eyes shut in a last attempt to block out the world. “I don’t think you really want me to do that.”
Another gasp. His heavy breaths echo in the room.
“Jinx, we can’t do that.”
It sounds weak, even to his own ears, and the way her hot breath hits his skin really isn’t helping. Jinx tilts her head, her lips brushing over his neck, and Ekko’s hands twitch and try to grasp at nothing. He thinks he’d be grabbing her hips and pulling her closer if he wasn’t tied up—who would have thought that there would be something good about that?
“Why not?” she mutters, quiet and breathy, and she sounds like Powder when she speaks like that.
Ekko doesn’t have an answer to that. Why not? His head is spinning, his body is hot. Because you’re not the girl I once fell in love with, not anymore. Because you’re a psychopath. Because you’ve killed a shit ton of people, some of which were my own. Because I don’t think I’d ever want to let go of you again if we did.
He wets his lips with his tongue and says nothing.
Jinx seemingly takes his silence as an invitation, because she loops one of her arms around his waist, pulling him as close as possible, and then continues to mouth at his neck. Shivers of pleasure rush through Ekko’s body every time her teeth catch his skin, and he presses his eyes shut again, biting down on his bottom lip to muffle the sounds threatening to spill out of him. How did he get into this mess?
He wants to hate it. He really, really wants to hate it, wants to be repulsed by the way she’s touching him, but he isn’t. In the end, he wants more. In the end, he has always wanted her.
“He didn’t say that,” she suddenly hisses against his skin, then she jolts on his lap, whipping her head around so it’s facing away from him. One of her braids almost slaps him in the face. “He didn’t say that! Shut up!”
Ekko’s heart sinks—this is horrible. She’s horrible, and he’s horrible, too.
“Powder,” he says, softly, and she turns back around to him, her pink eyes wide and desperate. “Powder.”
For a moment more, Jinx simply stares at him, then she scoots closer, pressing her body against his once more, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“You want me, right?” she asks, such raw need in her eyes, such devastating desperation in her voice that Ekko has to swallow. Fuck. “You want me.”
He can’t say no. He can’t—there’s no way he can say no. It would be a lie, of course, but even if it wasn’t, he couldn’t say no. Is he ever going to be able to deny her something? This is bad. This is so, so bad.
“Yes,” he says, biting down on his lip when she rolls her hips against his. “Yes, I do. I want you.”
That seems to be enough for her, and Jinx leans closer, pressing her lips over his. It takes him a moment before he kisses her back, and by then, he’s well aware that’s it. Jinx opens her mouth for him and he rubs his tongue over hers, pressing closer, feeling how she moans into his mouth. Her hands now grasp at his shoulders, her long nails digging into them, their open mouths pressing together in a way that robs Ekko of every last breath.
When she pulls away, he’s panting. He wants her. He wants her so bad it’s ridiculous. How often has he dreamed about doing this?
Still, when she tugs at his pants and opens them, there’s a vague feeling of guilt chasing through him. This is so far from morally right that there’s really no way he can justify it to himself—and still, he doesn’t have it in him to ask her to stop, even though he’s sure she would.
Jinx grabs his cock and tugs it out of his boxers, causing his hips to buck helplessly, a gasp falling from his lips. She looks up then as if to check on him, her eyes meeting Ekko’s, pink, pink, pink, and he wants to die, he wants to grab her and lock her into a box, keep her all to himself. Away from the world and the world away from her.
She’s asking. She’s asking, with Powder’s face, with Powder’s way of looking up through her lashes. Powder and Jinx swirl together, and in the end, Ekko can’t even say which of them he wants more. It’s stupid. It’s horrible. He nods.
“Powder,” he mumbles as she gets on her knees on the chair, moves her hips off his to open her own pants. “Powder, untie me. I want to touch you.”
It’s the truth—Ekko doesn’t think he would have it in him to try and run at the moment. He’s aching and hard, and the look in her eyes really doesn’t help with that.
“No can do,” Jinx answers in her usual, cheerful tone, though there’s something else in it now, too. Something deeper. Her eyes flicker up to his for just a moment, then they flicker back to where she’s still fumbling with the button of her pants. Is she nervous?
(He guesses he’s nervous too. Not only would that be his first time, but the circumstances are anything but usual. Has anything ever been usual about him? From his crush on the sky to his apparently undying love for the destruction right in front of him?)
Ekko opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, her pants pop open and she does quick work of pulling them down and kicking them off, leaving her in her panties, and now his mouth simply hangs open as he stares.
Jinx’ eyes flicker back up to him, and a small grin spreads on her face as she sees his expression—something that only makes his face burn even deeper. As if hypnotized, he watches the way she hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, watches the way her mismatched nails glide over her skin as she pulls her panties down, down, down. Ekko’s mouth is horribly dry, and his brain is white and empty.
She’s soaked. A string of fluid connects the cotton of her panties to her pussy, until it breaks, then she chucks them aside, and Ekko’s head is spinning. She’s completely soaked.
“Oh my God,” he mutters, then she inches closer again, burying her face in the crook of his neck, and he immediately tilts his head to mouth at her cheek, slipping to her neck as far as his position allows. Jinx’ skin is cool against his lips, her pulse thrumming under it, and God, he’s never been more desperate.
Jinx mumbles something into his skin, but he can’t make it out—then she grabs his cock and presses the head against her cunt, rubbing it up and down her slit until she finds her hole in a way that makes Ekko see fireworks and explosions. He moans, inches his hips up the chair to help her, and it’s only when he’s already slipping inside that he realizes that they aren’t using any type of protection.
It’s a fleeting thought, however, chased away immediately at the feeling of Jinx taking him all the way inside, and the sight of her bare thighs pressed around his hips, flexing with her movement. Ekko looks up when she moans, and she’s beautiful with her eyes pressed shut, her brows furrowed, and her teeth digging into her bottom lip. He doesn’t think she’s ever been more beautiful.
“Powder,” he gasps as she lifts her hips and pushes them down again, struggling once more against his restraints. The only thing left in his brain is want, want, want, and he wants to rip off her crop-top and grope at her tits, he wants to pull her in closer by her hips, he wants to kiss her until he forgets how to breathe. He wants to know if her nipples are as pink as her lips, the same lips she’s biting raw.
“Powder,” he repeats, and she looks up at him now, continuing to bounce on his cock, her eyes pink and not blue. “Need to touch you. Please—”
As if to shut him up, Jinx presses her lips to his, and he groans into the kiss when she bites down on his bottom lip. Her hips buck against his, again and again and again, her rhythm irregular and her breath heavy, fanning over his face as she shoves her tongue against his teeth in a way that is almost violent.
Jinx grabs at his shoulders as if they were a lifeline, her nails digging into them so hard he thinks he’s bleeding, and the pain blinds him for a moment, rushing through his body and mixing with the pleasure he gets from his cock in her cunt, swirling together, red and pink and blue and hot, hot, hot.
Suddenly, her mouth slips off Ekko’s lips, and she presses her hips against his as close as possible, jerking, her teeth digging into his neck. She rocks against him, once, twice, a moan, high and strangled, and it’s only when she’s pulsing around him that he realizes she’s coming.
Ekko doesn’t get a lot of time to ponder that realization, however, because Jinx jerks, bites him harder, presses her hips against his so tightly he thinks they’re melting together, and her cunt twitches again, and that’s it—that’s it, that’s it, that’s it. He throws his head back and moans, before biting down on his bottom lip to keep it down, thrusting his hips up into her as much as his position allows, and he can’t even bring himself to care that he’s coming inside her.
(Does it matter? Does it really matter? Does anything matter?)
He’s staring at the ceiling as he comes down from his high—and realizes they’re in some abandoned warehouse, right at the edge of the city, most likely. Is this where she’s been hiding out? All by herself?
He shouldn’t feel bad for her, he really shouldn’t. She’s Jinx, after all.
Still, she feels nice on top of him. Jinx slumps down, her head sinking against his chest, and faintly, Ekko wonders if she’s hearing his heart thundering right against her ear. Wonders what this means for them. Wonders if he’s ever wanted her more than he does now that he knows he can never have her, not really.
Jinx lifts her hips up, then, letting him slip out of her, and he just silently watches as she shoves his softening cock back into his boxers and buttons his pants again. He wants to reach out for her, especially once she stands up and her weight against him is completely gone, but he can’t, he’s still tied up.
For some reason, she turns her back to him as she’s gathering her panties and pants and puts both on again, and there’s a weird silence between them. It tastes bitter, somehow, this sick parody of an afterglow, and this really is nothing like Ekko had imagined his first time to go.
(This is everything like Ekko imagined his first time to go.)
“Are you leaving?” he asks finally, and his voice barely wavers. There’s no tears left for him to cry over her, even as his heart squeezes uncomfortably in his chest.
Jinx still stands with his back to him. “Yep,” she says, popping the p, and slips one of her braids over her shoulder. “Got to keep moving, otherwise your idiots might catch me.”
No one can catch you, Ekko thinks, but he doesn’t say it. Instead, he says what he’s dreamt of saying hundreds of times.
“Come with me.” Jinx flinches where she’s standing, he can see it. Her shoulders look so pale and frail in the shade. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll… I’ll keep you safe. We can find a place, together, and you could be a Firelight. Or you could stay at home and just have me and never see anyone else ever again.”
Finally, she turns around. Her brows are furrowed, an almost pained look in her eyes, glittering in the dim light as if she’s close to crying. She almost looks like she’s considering it—she almost looks like Powder.
Jinx’ voice is hoarse when she answers. “Could I have you all to myself? Could you be all mine?”
Ekko swallows. There’s a part of him that wants to say yes, but they both know that would be a lie. They both know how much the Firelights mean to him, and that he’d never give them up, that he’d never leave them behind.
There’s nothing coming out of his throat. Jinx smiles at him, not in the manic way she usually does, but in a way that’s almost sad, in a way that’s a million times worse, because it makes her look like Powder, like the girl he’s been chasing his entire life.
(Like the woman he’s going to be chasing for the rest of his life.)
She digs into her pocket and walks around his chair, and Ekko doesn’t try to follow her with his eyes, because it’s over anyway. The shattered pieces don’t repair themselves magically, and he’s always been too late.
“I’m going to cut the rope,” she mutters, nothing of her usual energy left. “So it’ll take only a bit of struggling for you to get free.”
A moment of silence—as if she’s waiting for him to say something, but Ekko doesn’t have any words left. He hears the breath she lets out, hears the sound of her braids scraping over the ground as she crouches down. Then, the vibrations of her knife sawing through the rope. He doesn’t try to move.
“See you, Ekko,” Jinx says, and it’s been so long since she last said his name. Ekko blinks, swallows, presses his eyes shut.
“Bye, Jinx.”
Then she’s gone.