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It rarely got more difficult than a stakeout. Trying to be in a constant state of alert in a tense situation was usually enough to trigger some rough feelings, which only got in the way of duty. Even for trained superheroes, it could be a strain...mission failure was always a possibility, and the stakes were usually high enough that that was as bad as taking a personal attack.

Everyone had their way of coping...for some, though, it wasn’t quite a good way of coping when one was supposed to be covert.

“Goddammit, Surge, we’re trying to be quiet here!” hissed a female squirrel to a male human compatriot who was chuckling up a storm next to a small-framed male fox, also with a case of the giggles. She was dressed in dark clothing which helped her blend into the night, though they couldn’t really mask the bright blue fur that was exposed. “Do you want to give us away before we even get the chance to act?”

“Hey, Skye, just relax...it’s still a while before anyone’s supposed to be here.” Surge’s garb was also dark, though it was clear that he had much gaudier garb underneath; his electric motif was a constant with him, and even if he had to cover it he wasn’t going to lose it. “I’m just trying to lighten the mood a bit, you know how these stakeouts can get.”

“Yes, of course I know, but you’re missing the whole point of a stakeout! It’s supposed to be covert!”

“Psh, yeah…” the fox said dismissively.

“You got a problem with that, Dislocus?”

“You’re just making too big a deal out of it. We all know this is gonna come down to a direct confrontation anyway...these stakeouts don’t mean much for supers, that’s more for standard law enforcement when you don’t know what you might come across.”

“You think we know what we’re going to come across here? Just because we’re probably not gonna get killed doesn’t mean nothing can happen to us! You KNOW a mutagen’s involved, I don’t want to get turned into something bizarre!”

“Because a flying blue squirrel isn’t bizarre already.”

Skye’s eyes narrowed. “What did you say?”

Surge snickered again. “Hey, yeah, Dislocus. What does the fox say?”

Dislocus rolled his eyes. “The fox says fuck you, just like the last six times you made that joke.”

“The fox shouldn’t be saying anything if he wants to stay on a stakeout.” All eyes turned towards the new arrival; he was in more of a superhero dress style, with a V emblazoned on a black diamond over his dark blue uniform. His eyes were covered by a visor for vision enhancement, likely ensuring that he could see better than any of the three he was addressing. “Any sight of anything so far?”

“All clear so far, Victor. Still short of the ETA by about 20 minutes.”

“Don’t let that make you complacent. I’ve gotten word that things might be off-kilter, and some of the stages of the process might be sped through or skipped entirely. So he could be coming through at any time.”

“You think it’s still gonna happen?” Surge asked. “It sounds like it’s already going to hell for them, maybe it’ll end before it even gets to us.”

Victor shook his head solemnly. “I’m not counting on it. There’s about a half-dozen of these guys, and we’re already expecting it to be chaotic...someone’s gonna slip through and try to make for the rendezvous point. Squad C’s gonna try to stop the release if it gets to that point, but chances are that’s gonna be destructive...if we want to wrap this up neatly, it’s gonna have to be here.”

“Great...well, we should be able to handle it if it’s just one of them.”

“We can’t be reckless. We still need to get to mutagen from him intact...if there’s a breach, we could be in trouble regardless. He’s almost certainly planning on that.”

“I really don’t want that to happen,” Dislocus said. “That’d reflect really badly on us.”

“Maybe Skye can use her feminine wiles to charm him and make him give up,” Surge suggested. Then, with a smirk, he added’ “Well, if she has any, that is.”

Skye scowled at him. “You wouldn’t know feminine wiles if they punched you in the throat. Hey, isn’t that how your last relationship ended?”

“She just didn’t get my humor! Dislocus’ll back me up on that!”

“Hey, leave the gay guy out of this,” the fox protested.

“C’mon, man, help me out! Aren’t you guys supposed to have insights into women? You should’ve just helped explain my sense of humor to her!”

“Sorry, I have enough work with my own relationship to help with yours.”

“Still at it, eh?” Skye remarked. “It’s been a while...things are getting serious?”

“I don’t have any plans to propose marriage any time soon, if that’s what you’re asking.” Dislocus fell silent for a moment. “Though...if all goes well, this time tomorrow, I do plan to tie the knot.”

Surge nearly fell over trying to muffle his laughter. Victor frowned a bit. “This hardly sounds like appropriate conversation for this environment.”

Dislocus grinned abashedly. “Sorry, boss, couldn’t resist. But it wouldn’t hurt to lighten up a little, yeah? You’re too tense, you know what they say about hypervigilance, lots of false alarms. Maybe you could talk about your relationships a bit?”

“I don’t have any of note right now.”

“Yeah, we know,” Skye replied. “Might want to change that at some point, right?”

“...At some point, maybe. I’ve got other things to deal with right now. And I’m still trying to work on my approach anyway.”

“Don’t worry, we can help you with that,” Surge said, slowly gaining control of himself. “We’ll set you up a dating profile. ‘Superhero singles: Victor, human male. Great physique, high-ranking job, moderate renown. Dislikes evil, likes long walks on the beach. REALLY likes horses.’”

The last remark made Dislocus almost fall over in muffled laughter and even got snickers out of Skye. Victor was not quite so amused. “Keep up those cracks and we’ll put you on cleanup duty.”

“Ah, come on, it’s nothing to be ashamed of! Horses have a great reputation...well, I don’t know it personally, but Dislocus can tell you more, I’m sure. Wait, what am I saying? You already know the reputation!”

“Goddammit, Surge-”

“Mmph! Movement!” Suddenly rapid footsteps became audible beneath them. All four sprang into instant action as their target started to traverse the alleyway. Skye and Victor flew overhead, the former heading towards where the target had come from and the latter seeking to block off his destination. Surge and Dislocus rapidly set down in front and back of him in a blink of an eye, cutting him off more directly.

The target was a human male carrying a metal container of some kind. “Hey there, buddy! Why don’t you put that package down nice and slow-like?” Surge said, a hand raised in front of him crackling with electricity. He was keeping a distance, knowing he had to be careful how to engage with the enemy due to the hazardous package.

Unfortunately, cooperation didn’t seem to be on the human’s agenda. “Leave me alone, or I’ll let this go right here! Don’t think I won’t, they’ll understand if I have to release it here!”

“You really think this is a good idea?” Dislocus’s voice was calm, but had an edge to it. “You want to ruin people’s lives this way? Haven’t you heard enough of the horror stories? Surely you’re more reasonable than that.”

“Ruin? You fools...you think releasing people from this boring, useless normality is ruining their lives? This...this is the ultimate liberation! I would think you of all people would know! Don’t get in my way!” He attempted to bull-rush Dislocus out of the way; the moment he reached the fox, a hand took hold of him, and suddenly they were warped ten feet in the air.

“Now now, no need to be hasty…” Dislocus was hanging in the air as easily as if he was standing on solid ground, holding the much-less-stable human, who was clinging to the mutagenic payload for dear life. “As…‘noble’ as I’m sure your ideas are, haven’t you learned that it’s not polite to radically alter someone’s existence without their permission?”

“You don’t get it! They don’t know what they’re missing! Let me go, I have to do this!” The human wrenched his way out of the fox’s grip, legs flailing a bit as he fell to the ground. He was momentarily shaken, but then broke for the end of the alleyway, where Victor was stationed. Dislocus set back down and held Surge back from pursuit; the target was too unstable, he wasn’t convinced that he wouldn’t make good on the threat of an early release. Victor saw that, and was ready for the last effort; his size made him the best option for disarming, and he was as ready as he was going to be, he just had to make sure the human didn’t get past him…

It never came to that. Without warning, a dark miasma enveloped the human, stopping him dead in his tracks. He seized up, letting go of the mutagen, which was caught up in the same miasma and lowered safely to the ground. From out of the wall next to the capture stepped a large winged equine figure, standing tall over the brigand with a stern look on his face.

For a brief moment, Victor forgot himself. “N…Negasus?!”

Negasus was a lot calmer than he was. “Been a while. Sorry to butt in...but I have some personal business to attend to here. And I certainly can’t have that threat running around uncontained.” He nodded to the mutagen. “You have someone to deal with that?”

“I...y-yes, we do. I’ll...call them in right now.” Victor looked up at Surge as he started to establish the comlink, trying to see if he had set this up - he was the prankster of the team and had been known to pull some rather extensive stunts - but the terrified look on his face was enough proof that he hadn’t. If he had, there was no way he wouldn’t be laughing his ass off right that moment.

“I’d rather not be around when they’re here. If you could, I’d like to speak with you...these others, they can handle things from here?”

“They’d better be able to.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Meet me in Argent, along the trails. You’ll know where to look.” With a nod, Negasus phased back into the wall; the miasma disappeared soon after, but the other three heroes had a firm hold on both their quarries before anything could happen.

“Did that...really just happen?” Skye said, in half a state of shock.

Victor nodded; the disappearance of Negasus had helped settle his head again, enough that he was back in control. “Get used to it...this business is a strange one.”

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A minute later, everything was set. The collection team was on their way, to get both the suspect and the mutagen. And Victor was on his way to the meeting point: the jogging trails of Argent Park. They were deserted this time of night, and he was sure that Negasus was seeking privacy...to what end, he wasn’t entirely certain. If he wanted a battle, he wouldn’t suggest privacy...there was something else he might want that would make privacy a little more optimal though.

Control yourself, dammit. He’s still an...antagonist.

It was the best he could come up with; “enemy” didn’t seem to quite fit the bill. When he’d first tried to go at Negasus, and been rather humiliatingly overpowered, he’d imagined the equine as just another stereotypical comic book villain. He’d gotten a lot more savvy since then...and understood a bit more about the Agents of Chaos. Not quite heroes, not quite villains, they were only loosely organized and seemed to do things at their own whims. They were just as liable to commit high crimes as they were to step in and stop them. Disconnected as they were, though, they shared a few common goals: control the capes, limit the spread of Suforces, and minimize the physical harm to the normals. They were the most unpredictable wild cards, heroes were constantly at odds with them and yet they were some of the biggest frustrations to villains, especially those who altered others to their whims or had extreme ambitions. Victor had a grudging appreciation for them, even if they were a pain in the ass.

Negasus had been a pain in his ass in the most literal sense...yet, grudging appreciation was there, too. After all, it had been him that had set him straight, diverted him from his original path of being a complete joke. He had needed that wake-up call, it had taken him from village idiot to something respectable. And...despite his responses to the jokes, the fucking had left a definite impression on him. He hadn’t had sex since that time, it was really the last erotic memory he had, and he wasn’t so sure he would turn down another go...whether it was willing or not. As long as there wasn’t anything else at stake.

Despite the darkness, it wasn’t hard to find Negasus; even without vision enhancements, he was huge enough that he stuck out pretty clearly against the trees, though Victor rather suspected that he could hide himself with his abilities if he wanted to. His arms were folded and he was looking towards Victor, seeming almost contemplative. “Ah, you showed up. Good.”

“What, you thought I wouldn’t?”

“People are hard to predict. You could have reacted in several different ways, any one of them justifiable in some manner. I wouldn’t have been especially surprised if you’d taken your cadre to jump me and try to overpower me. Would’ve been a mistake to have such greenhorns engage someone like me, but not unexpected.”

“I see no need for that. If you had ill intentions you would have acted on them already. I get the feeling you don’t operate that way.”

There was a quiet snicker from Negasus. “Hard to believe you’re really the same guy that just happened to crash into my lair in that awful gaudy costume. You’ve done quite a bit better for yourself, I see.”

“I suppose I have you to thank for that. Even if your methods were unorthodox.”

“Well, had I actually been a teacher of some sort, I would’ve used somewhat different methods. That was mostly me working out frustration and wanting to just be done with it. But I’m glad it worked...I never enjoy having to get more drastic.”

That last little note caught Victor’s attention. “More drastic? You were planning on doing something worse to me?”

“The word ‘planning’ is a bit much. I always have something in mind for out-of-control supers who end up being public menaces and have to be contained...most of us Agents of Chaos do. It’s very difficult to remove most Suforces, especially resilience ones, which makes control difficult...but we have our methods, and they’re getting better all the time. If you had failed to learned, and started to put others in danger, someone would have had to act...and given that I’d already had a run-in with you, it probably would have been me.”

“Have you...ever had to do that before?”

“A couple times. It isn’t pretty, believe me. But far better than those without the ability to fight back being caught up in things. Fights should be fair...only those with powers should have to suffer those with powers. And that doesn’t mean pushing Suforces on people who aren’t prepared for them or don’t want them, either...that doesn’t make things right, it only creates more threats that need to be contained.”

Victor shook his head. “I don’t get it...why aren’t you a hero? You have the tools...you have the mindset. You could be a really good one.”

“Because that’s the nature of Chaos. I’m one of its agents, and my feelings can’t be stable. I can’t always be a hero, any more than I can always be a villain. Those of us chosen for this role don’t know what it will do to us, we only know that it will be unpredictable.”

“Chosen...who chooses you?”

Negasus simply shrugged. “If I knew, it’s a good bet everyone would. All I know is that none of us chose to be Agents of Chaos, it was something selected for us, all we can do is make of it what we can. We act out to draw the attention of heroes, and take charge to keep villains from doing their worst...I don’t really know how much of our decisions are really our own, but I learned long ago just to accept it and run with it.”

“Huh...I...see, I guess.”

“You sound dissatisfied. Is someone curious about the Agents of Chaos?”

“Well, who wouldn’t be? You don’t exactly fit the typical mold, and your inconsistent actions make you hard to predict. We never know what you’re going to do...and this is the kind of business where you want to know your opponents and what they’re planning.”

The dark equine smirked at him. “And that’s why we’re so effective. Because you can’t.”

“You’re right. Very frustrating for us, you realize.”

“Of course, but it’s that frustration that keeps you focused on us and not on people who shouldn’t be targets. Of course, maybe it’s not just frustration that keeps you thinking about me,” added Negasus with a suggestive hum to his voice.

“And what would make you think that?”

“The plentiful rumors about you, for starters. Plenty of chatter about Victor’s interest in horses...I’ll have you know, I didn’t tell anyone about what happened, so don’t blame me for that. However, I notice you often deflect, but never deny.”

“These things have a way of getting out on their own, I didn’t need anyone to spread it. And you’re right…I don’t really deny it.”

“Hm, I really did have that much of an impact on you, did I? A nice thing to hear, really, I like having an impact.”

“Of course you do. Is this why you wanted me to come here? To talk hanky-panky?”

Negasus smirked. “Talk is cheap. I personally prefer to get to the action.”

Victor knew full well where things were going to go if he kept on this track...and decided, on the spur of the moment, that he really did want that. Let them talk all they wanted, if they wanted to take issue with it, they could talk to his fist. “You’re doing a funny job of showing it so far. All you’ve done here tonight is talk. You like getting to action, prove it.”

An obvious invitation, and Negasus took it. “With pleasure...for both of us, I’m sure.” A dark shadow whipped out from the ground underneath both of them, wrapping around them in a strange, fluid fashion and then pulling around them back into the ground. Victor’s vision suddenly returned to normal, leaving it almost too dark to see Negasus; he was now standing naked in the cool air, and what he could see in front of him suggested that the equine was in the same state.

“I still don’t get how you do that.”

“One of the advantages of this strange Suforce I have. I’m still discovering new tricks with it, rapid disrobing is only one of the nifty little utility aspects of it. It’s nice when I have to chance outfits in a pinch, since I have different equipment for different situations.”

“Good to know. You know I’m going to need my stuff back when this is over.”

“Of course. I’m not going to keep it...none of it would fit me anyway.” Suddenly Negasus leapt at Victor, his hefty body crashing into the human and taking him to the ground before he could react. The following struggle was brief and easily ended in the equine’s favor, and he had Victor pinned to the ground, his sizable cock hardening as he ground it against the human. “Hrm, I think THIS, though, will be a perfect fit, as far as I’m concerned.”

“Ngh...you didn’t HAVE to do that, you know.”

“You like the idea, though.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Because that’s how it is with us resilient types. Gentle and easy, we barely feel it, just like we barely feel pain from a normal punch. We need more than that...rough, physically arduous, the more powerful the better.”

Victor snickered quietly. “And here I was wondering why I found you so sexy after what happened. Well, then, show me how powerful you can get.”

“Gladly.” The thick shaft dragged down Victor’s body, leaving a trail of precum along the human’s stomach. He rubbed against the much smaller shaft of his partner a bit, humping a bit against the stiff mass and getting it messy and musky. Finally, he drew it down between the human’s legs, brushing it against his balls before positioning it between his cheeks. There were a couple teasing humps between Victor’s glutes before he poked right at the human’s hole and drove in with a swift, deep thrust. Victor let out a deep groan as the thick equine cock slammed in, stretching him again for the first time in almost a year...it was forceful, intense, and exactly what he had been needing. His own fingers gripped Negasus’s body tight, clenching into the coarse fur and thick muscle as he tensed around the shaft in his rear, goading him to go harder.

As if Negasus needed the encouragement; he loved how that hot ass felt around him, just as good if not better than that first encounter. He shifted his body up a bit to brace his legs and drove in harder, burying himself all the way into Victor, spurting a thick dollop of pre deep inside. A deep, hot breath of air, tinged with smoky darkness, rushed into Victor’s face; he’d almost expected it to smell like a barnyard, but it wasn’t at all like that, it was more of a thick, heavy, smoky scent. It was actually rather vitalizing...maybe there was some kind of drug on it, Victor didn’t much care.

Now Negasus started truly showing his strength, locking Victor in his place on the ground and slamming the full length of his cock in and out of the human with inhuman power. The fierce friction built up a heat in both of them, waking up lazy nerves and driving them to respond with a bubbling pleasure. Every stroke from the dark horses’s member battered the human’s prostate twice, once from contact with the thick head and another when the medial ring drove past, sending a dual-layered shockwave through his system. And when he tightened down, clenched forcefully enough around Negasus that it would have snapped a lesser being’s dick right off, it only made him grunt out in pleasure, even whinny a bit once or twice. Sweat was starting to bead on both of them as they worked themselves into a frenzy, pounding harder and faster as their lusts and desires grew stronger.

“F-fuck...close…” It was all Victor could manage to grunt out under the weighty onslaught. His breath was shaky and heavy, his back arching and body straining under the powerful energy. His dick was throbbing, he was using all his strength to hold himself back and pleasure the equine. His head was rubbing against Negasus’s, his arms were roughly kneading the muscles on the horse’s sides, he was clamping down as hard as he could to build up the pressure and friction, which Negasus was still easily powering through...the sheer amount of effort was only making him hotter, Negasus wasn’t just fucking him, he was working him over, and that was an excitement in its own right.

Knowing that Victor was on the approach, Negasus did everything he could to get the human to blow, and himself on the way. That incredibly tight ass was putting a fantastic pressure on him, massaging every spot on his cock at once when he was buried all the way inside. His arms were putting a bone-breaking pressure on Victor, ensuring every bit of force went directly through the human instead of pushing him around...and even then, the raw horsepower his legs were putting out were still threatening to shove them around even if they had to move the entire ground underneath them.

Finally, Victor’s voice rang out loud as he came, shots of seed firing out from the tip of his cock at high speed, splashing against the equine’s fur and dripping back down onto his body. His ass tightened down one last time and stayed there, wrapping around Negasus and finally triggering his own release. Dark fluid gushed into the human’s body, each thick pump a heavy volume that added up rapidly and began squirting out of him, splashing against his sheath and balls with energetic spurts. So different from the first time for Victor, when the tinge of musky jizz in his body was a hallmark of humiliation...this time it was eagerly welcomed, a wonderful, almost vital sensation that he couldn’t have imagined going without.

They ground against each other for a long time, muscle against muscle, fur against skin, rough and jerky rubbing that added to the sensations, riding out the extensive climaxes they were sharing. By the time the high finally wore off from both of them, Victor felt like he was packed up to the verge of swelling with seed, and had been drained more thoroughly and satisfyingly than he could ever remember. And Negasus laid his panting body on top of him, emitting throaty pants and quiet hums, almost dizzy with his own pleasure, and relishing the warmth of his partner...something he didn’t usually have any desire or need for, but this time, it was different.

It took a good while for them to part; their superpowered bodies recovered quickly, but neither felt much desire to separate, and it was only with reluctance that they ended their quiet post-coital engagement. The cum-slick cock pulling out of Victor left his body feeling achingly vacant; just like last time, except this time it was much more desirable. Plenty of thick, heavily-scented semen trickled out of him, soaking into the ground beneath him; it definitely wouldn’t go unnoticed, but anyone passing by would surely have no idea what it was that had left such a scent.

“So, you satisfied with that display of power?” Negasus remarked as he helped Victor to his feet.

“I guess you could say that. It was certainly worth it to get you to make some actual horse noises.” The equine looked away at that, and Victor only barely suppressed a laugh. “Wait, are you actually embarrassed by that? Oh, that is rich!”

“Hmph, I’ll make sure you make some embarrassing noises of your own next time.”

“Already planning a next time, are you?”

“Don’t try to tell me you weren’t thinking it either.”

Victor folded his arms. “Won’t say that at all. You thinking this to be a regular thing, then?”

“Well, why not? We both enjoy it...and I get the feeling that we could both rather use the company. And since you turned into someone respectable, I would be open to it.”

“That doesn’t qualify as conflict of interest?”

“Well, if you think it means we’re not going to have...professional clashes, you would be severely underestimating the power of chaos.”

That got a wry smirk from the human. “Fair enough. Suppose it’s hardly unheard of...and maybe it’ll get my crew of my back about getting a partner.”

Negasus snickered at that. “Perhaps, or maybe they’ll just ramp up the horse jokes around you. Want to come back to my place for more?”

Victor grinned and nodded. “Sure...and I won’t fly through any walls this time.”