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"Nandor, shut the fuck up," came Nadja's furious whisper through the walkie-talkie. Nandor could see her running up the stairs while one of the shapeshifters was picking up a knife in the kitchen.
"Nandor? Who is Nandor?" said Nandor into the other walkie-talkie.
"Lancer, you bloody idiot, shut the fuck up," came Nadja's immediate retort. He lost sight of her through the windows.
"Copy that, Rawhide. But you need to hide, they're coming up the stairs."
"I bloody know that! Stop talking!"
He saw her emerge again in a room upstairs, and watched as she turned off the walkie-talkie.
"Rawhide, do you copy?" he said into the walkie-talkie, but it didn't go through.
Nandor growled - he knew Nadja was going to be a rogue agent, and should have foreseen this.
He knew he should have been the one doing the infiltration - he was a lot more stealthy.
However Nadja was more lethal, and she already had an appropriate vest, so he became the lookout.
Nandor swung the telescope, searching the windows - he had lost sight of them all now and the cortisol coursing through his body was making him twitchy. Of course he was worried about Rawhide's safety, but this was also an incredible thrill. He picked up his bow, and attempted to nock the arrow while still spying through the telescope.
Suddenly there was a crash as Nadja leapt from neighbours upstairs window, crossing the lawn and moments later scaling their fence.
Nandor jumped, attempting to fire and cover her, but somehow shot the arrow directly into the Boom Operator's leg.
Nadja appeared in the doorway very soon afterwards, breathless, shedding her vest.
"Did you see that? I thought I was about to fucking die," she panted, then frowned down at the injured crew member. "What's this? They got Nate?"
"Yes, Nate got got," said Nandor, discretely tossing the bow behind him. Nadja watched as the documentarians helped him out of the room, and then grinned widely at Nandor.
"Oh that was a rush!" she said, pushing past him to peer through the telescope. "I feel wild, like a bear! Wait, hold on, what are they doing, why is he on the phone?" She frowned into the telescope. "Why aren't they pursuing us?"
The male-presenting shapeshifter was talking into his cellular phone outside, looking furious, but the female-presenting one had disappeared.
Nandor turned slowly to look at Nadja, taking a step away from her. She frowned at him.
"What?" she asked him impatiently. She was flushed and snappy, still worked up from the exertion.
"I lost sight of you in there," he said slowly. "Now one of them is missing. How do I know you are not one of them?!"
Nadja straightened, her expression outraged. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she hissed.
Nandor hissed back, and they both immediately grabbed whatever was nearest to them to use as a weapon.
Nadja launched herself at him with a fire poker, and he was able to parry her with a sword at the last second, the metal clanging loudly. But the momentum knocked them both onto a desk that promptly collapsed beneath their combined weight. Nadja scrambled to subdue him, but he tossed her off easily and she went flying, crashing through the piano.
Nandor's body was vibrating with adrenalin, and he felt so present, so powerful, so strong. His excess energy burst out of him with a yell, and Nadja sat up in the splinters of wooden wreckage, looking furious.
"How dare you accuse me," she snarled, and he charged towards her.
But Nadja was quick, and she swiftly kicked his legs out from under him. He landed hard on his back and moaned, suddenly winded.
Immediately she was on top of him, pinning him, and calling out to her Dolly.
Nandor struggled but one of his arms was trapped beneath him, and her nails were digging into his other wrist. Her thighs were also squeezing his legs together, rendering them completely immobile. He always forgot how strong Nadja's legs were - usually until she was kicking him.
"Quickly, quickly," she called out, and suddenly Nandor felt the dull ache of silver as Nadja's Dolly dragged chains across his chest. Within moments, they had wrapped him securely and he felt his powers dim.
He hated that Nadja basically had an extra small version of herself that was immune to vampire weaknesses. Dolly sometimes even went out in the daylight and bragged about it to him, the little shit. Even now she was taunting him in her tinny little voice.
"Shut up, Dolly. Nadja, let me go!" he whined, and she sat up triumphant, looking over her handy work.
"Don't you mean Rawhide?" she mocked, yanking him up by lapels and dropping him into a chair. He shifted, trying vainly to change into bat-form but his powers weren't responsive. He was stuck fast.
"It doesn't even make sense for me to be a shapeshifter," he said struggling against the chains. "I was here the whole time! Ask the crew! They were here with me."
"And now they're not," she said, gesturing at the empty room and crossing her arms. "Very suspicious. Very convenient for you, Nandor." She narrowed her eyes at him. "If that is your real name."
"It's Lancer," he said petulantly and she rolled her eyes.
"Oh please," she said, leaning down to get to eye level. "You could be anyone. You could be Nandor's disgusting possum ex-girlfriend in disguise."
She spat, and he heard her Dolly spit in support somewhere else in the room.
But as she leaned over him, he was presented with the full expanse of her décolletage. Her neckline today was particularly low-cut and Nandor was suddenly reminded that she was not just a friend and foe (and potential shapeshifter), but also a very attractive woman.
He really didn't appreciate her form enough, all of her curves and softness and ferocity. Laszlo was a very lucky man.
"Oi, pay attention, shifty." Nadja snapped her fingers in his face and he realised he had been staring.
"I was just admiring you, Nadja," he said, feeling a little dazed. Her chest was still rising and falling as she caught her breath. "This field agent activity has given you a glow. You are looking very beautiful today."
She straightened up, her face twisting incredulously at him. "What the fuck are you talking about?" she asked. "You are definitely not Nandor."
"Of course I am," he replied. His veins felt full of fire, and he felt the overwhelming urge to do something, but he didn't know what. He flexed his hands uselessly.
She shared a confused glance with Dolly, and he was distracted by the curl of her beautiful, red lip.
"What are you playing at?" Nadja asked him.
"Yes, what are you playing at?" asked Dolly.
Nadja looked him up and down suspiciously, but when her gaze landed on his crotch, her eyebrows shot up and her mouth fell open.
"Oh," Nadja said, her tone shifting through several different emotions.
It was at that moment Nandor noticed that he was rock hard, straining obscenely at his breeches.
"This used to happen on the battlefield," he tried to explain hastily. "My body cannot really tell the difference between fighting and fucking."
"So you just get hard no matter what?" Nadja asked, her eyes darting between his crotch and his face.
Nandor shrugged, the chains clinking. "Well there was a lot happening just now! I was worried that the shapeshifters were going to kill you, and then there was fighting which is always very erotic, and then you were wriggling about on top of me just before, like a sexy worm."
Nadja considered him for a long moment, then hummed curiously, her eyes becoming mischievous. She slowly leant down in front of him, smirking as he struggled to not openly ogle her chest.
"You know what I think?" she said, her voice dropping low. He was fighting a desperate battle to keep his gaze on her face. "I think you like being chained up by a strong, vibrant woman who can overpower you in a fight."
Nandor felt himself twitch in his trousers. He could see that she had started shifting her legs against one another, and one of her hands was flexing and scrunching her skirts. He had known Nadja long enough to recognise what that meant.
"And to be honest," she said, licking her lips, "seeing you chained up like this is really kind of doing it for me."
Nandor's breath caught in his chest. His hips were slowly shifting on the chair, grinding with the tiniest friction. It wasn't doing anything but his body was screaming at him to move, to alleviate the tension.
"Really?" he asked, failing now to stop his eyes drifting down to her ample cleavage.
"Mmhmm," she said, then tilting his face back up to meet hers. "I think the hunting and escaping gave me a lot of energy, and now it's turning into horny."
"Yes, for me too," said Nandor, holding her gaze. Nadja's cheeks were flushed now, her pupils had blown out and she looked hungry.
"I think we should fuck," she said.
"I am in full agreement," said Nandor, and immediately Nadja was roughly groping him through his trousers.
"Oh, fuck," he said, his boot jerking out sideways. "That's really good." He'd forgotten how enthusiastic Nadja could be.
"Ugh, I'm out of here," he heard Dolly say, followed by the open and close of the door. Neither of them acknowledged her departure.
"Mmmm, do you want to be inside of me, big boy?" Nadja asked smugly, undoing his belt.
"Oh fuck, Rawhide, yesss, of course I do," Nandor panted out, trying to get himself back under control.
He felt Nadja pause her attentions. "Oh, we're still doing that are we?" she asked, tossing aside his belt, and he frowned at her confused.
"The mission isn't over yet," he said breathlessly. "We need to regroup." She frowned at him again, then shrugged.
"Ok. I'm horny enough right now I'll get behind anything. Let's see what you've got for me, Lancer."
She pulled open his breeches and Nadja's cool, confident hand immediately wrapped around him. He groaned.
"Oh, yes, this will do nicely," she murmured, her eyes glowing as she stroked him roughly up and down.
"It is the same -ah- as last time," he grunted, hips twitching.
"Yes, but that's not always true, is it?" said Nadja breathlessly. "You men and your stupid bloody penis enlargement wishes to the Djinn. So typical."
"Well this time it is tr-ah!" he cried out at a particularly enthusiastic stroke. "It's tr-ah- It's true."
"You know captives tend not to talk that much," she said, twisting her wrist and making him moan again.
"Well then maybe you could let me out of these chains?" he said, eyes closing as she did something very good with her thumb at his tip.
He clenched his jaw, trying to calm his spiralling libido. Nadja would be very angry if he came before she did.
"Absolutely not," she said, and then hummed as though remembering something, and disappeared. He groaned in frustration, opening his eyes to look for her but then she was back, shoving a thick piece of material in the chains at this front like a bib.
"For protection," she said.
"It is good to use protection," said Nandor stupidly, and Nadja lifted her skirts and sat in his lap.
She ground against him for a moment, rumbling with pleasure. She was already so wet, the friction was making him growl as arousal coursed hot through his body.
Then Nadja finally reached under her skirts to adjust him, and lowered herself down, taking him in all the way.
"Oh fuck," she moaned, gripping onto his shoulders.
"Oh fuck," he agreed, pressing his forehead against hers.
She began moving, and they both moaned loudly. Very quickly she picked up the pace, and Nandor was in awe of how tireless and single-minded she could be during sex, driving them both closer and closer.
"Fuck, you are good at this, Rawhide," he said, his hips twitching pathetically upward, their movement limited.
"I was… very… horny… from the… mission," panted Nadja, each word punched out of her as moved. "But… I really... wish… you would stop… calling… me that."
Fuck this felt good. He was now extremely grateful for her strong thighs. But Nandor was starting to feel that particular tingle in his balls that told him he was already very close to the point of no return.
"Rawhide, please," he said, his voice strained.
Nadja didn't answer - there was only the wet, sucking sounds of them together, Nadja's laboured breathing and the thump of Nadja's thighs on his as she rode him.
"Rawhide, I am very close," he warned again, and Nadja covered his mouth with her hand.
"Too much talking," she said, her eyes closed with concentration. There was a faint sheen of sweat on her face now, a few tendrils of hair had come loose and her bosom was heaving with her movements. She was lost in her own pleasure but Nandor was growing very close to his, and he was not sure he would survive Nadja's wrath if he came first.
"Please, you have to slow down," he said, almost entirely muffled through her hand, and when she ignored him again, he nipped her fingers.
"Ow!" she said sharply, pulling her hand away and slapping him instinctively.
He shuddered and hoped desperately that she didn't notice. He did not want to think about the bolt of arousal that that slap had caused - Nadja would go wild with that information.
But his bite had sufficiently distracted her, and her rhythm had blessedly slowed.
"You feel very good, too good," said Nandor, knowing that the easiest way to get Nadja to do something was to flatter her. Nadja rolled her eyes. "You are too sensual, and lush, and feel so good around me..." he gasped, but he knew it had worked when she slowed her movements.
"And?" she said, grinding down on him and making his breath stutter.
"And?"
"And how am I as a field agent?" she asked, rocking her hips back and forth. "As Rawhide?"
"So good," he gasped, crying out as she clenched around him. "Very lethal, and sneaky, and scary! Powerful!"
"And?"
She circled her hips and he moaned, his arousal now more urgent than his ego. "And better than I could have done! The best! You are the best!"
"That's right," she said approvingly, and leaned forward, tilting her hips and taking him even deeper. He groaned brokenly, and he could feel himself twitch inside her.
"You whine too much," she said. "But, Lancer, you're lucky that I am so horny right now, and you feel so fucking good."
Her thighs flexed around him as she picked up the pace, and her moans became breathier and deeper. This new angle was obviously hitting a different spot inside of her, and her erotic cries were very close to Nandor's ear. He could feel himself starting to rush to completion.
"Rawhide-" he began and she growled out an incomprehensible warning. Nandor knew he wasn't going to last, his hips were thrusting up of their own accord now. He had lost the last of his control.
"Rawhide," he tried again, but Nadja's patience had also reached its end, and she grabbed the back of his head roughly, shoving his face between her breasts.
"Shut up," she gasped, and he groaned, the sound muffled by her cleavage.
Her fingers dug hard into his scalp, his hair twisted in her grip, and Nandor gritted his teeth trying to hold on.
Then Nadja's rhythm faltered, her moans climbing louder and higher, and her body began jerking against him.
"Oh fuck," she said, and finally, Nandor felt her velvet walls clenching around him, and he let out a broken moan into her cleavage as he came as well.
The pleasure was all-consuming; the stress, aggression, frustration and thrill causing an explosive and very satisfying orgasm. Nadja collapsed against his shoulder, trying to catch her breath and Nandor felt depleted, drained of all the stress hormones that had now been adequately channelled into sexual gratification. He was exhausted and sated, and by the looks of it so was Nadja.
"Fuck, that feels better," she said, sitting up again, causing them both to groan as he shifted inside her.
"I completely agree," said Nandor, sounding almost drunk with relaxation.
She sighed happily before easing herself off him, and began straightening out her skirts.
"Also, can you let me out of these now?" he asked, shrugging the chains so they clinked.
Nadja looked up at him as though she had forgotten she had chained him.
"Oh, yeah, sure," she said, flicking her wrist and making the lock's shackle pop open. She used the thick material to pull the chains away from him, and dropped them noisily to the floor. "I knew you weren't a shapeshifter pretty quickly anyway. You said the same stupid shit as regular Nandor."
He adjusted his breeches and stood, his legs feeling weak.
"And you were just as stubborn and difficult as regular Nadja," he said, rolling his shoulders as he felt his powers flood back. She raised an eyebrow at him, but then they both smiled, and felt the tentative peace of a truce settle in the room.
"Now. While the sex was both necessary and hot, it did distract from the mission," said Nandor, and Nadja nodded, picking up the telescope that had been knocked over during their fight. "We need to regroup and come up with a new strategy. What is our next move? "
Nadja peered through the telescope and hummed. "Well I don't see the shapeshifters anywhere. They're not in the house anymore."
Guillermo's voice suddenly interrupted them, carrying from downstairs. "Nadja, Nandor, the lady from next door is here to see you guys!"
They turned to each other in shock. The shapshifters were in their house.
"Oh shit," said Nadja.
"Oh shit," said Nandor.
"Don't forget the plan!" Nandor whispered, and Nadja whacked him quietly on the chest.
"We haven't come up with one yet! Ok no, you know what; let me do the talking."
"Please come down!" Guillermo called again, and he sounded stressed.
They nodded to each other. "Ok. Let's get these sons of bitches."