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Lucian was a prideful man, always had been. It wasn't completely undeserved since, after all, he had worked hard to get where he was now and had always strived to be better, to be the best.
It wasn't his fault that he’d grown up to be exceptionally handsome, charming and, quite frankly, without any faults. Lucian was very proud of his excellent looks, character and most importantly: skill.
His shooting was flawless, fitting Lucian’s perfectionism to the point where it became his nickname - self appointed, naturally.
In any case, Lucian had been the best sniper in Ridu for a while, had always defended this title in order to officially remain the best just until- until-
Trigger.
She’d appeared out of nowhere on a random, average day, no big announcements or flashy entrance, and yet gossip and rumours spread like a wildfire. Along with it, Lucian’s shining reputation of being the best had receded.
It was infuriating.
So naturally, Lucian couldn't let the matter rest and had no other choice but to challenge her to a sniper duel. (or two, or four or more…)
It wasn't that Trigger was better, per se - Lucian was very insistent on that. Surely, the glasses the blonde sniper always wore gave her some sort of advantage. In any case, Trigger’s disability seemed more and more like an ability to Lucian, who was slowly but surely convinced that the woman had an unfair advantage thanks to her altered vision.
That could be the only reason for her to win every. Single. Duel.
And Lucian had challenged her to quite a lot of them, like clockwork almost.
The most humiliating part of it, perhaps, was that Trigger wasn't just barely winning. No, she was - and it hurt Lucian to admit this - wiping the floor with him. It should've humbled him, but instead the man who called himself Flawless remained as proud as ever, only now with the addition of a seriously sour mood and persistent stubbornness.
Cursing, Lucian threw his rifle on the ground. Another defeat, another loss.
He wasn't stupid enough to accuse Trigger of cheating (not again, anyways) but hell, it was frustrating to no end to see her excel over and over with seemingly no effort. It made her seem so unattainable, and Lucian loathed that.
He could hear the familiar mechanical noises of Trigger’s gun as the woman began to dismantle it to put it back in its holster. Not wanting her to write him off for today just yet, Lucian was about to call out to her and demand an immediate rematch.
But when he turned towards her, his eyes fell on the digital screen displaying the scores of all their duels - and the lack of any points on his side. Trigger’s half of the scoreboard, however, was just one more tally shy of filling up the entire page.
A strange mixture of emotions rushed through Lucian the longer he looked at the score, ranging from shame to anger and humiliation. He prayed that his face wasn't actually as flushed as it felt.
Even with her back turned to Lucian, Trigger seemed to pick up on his inner turmoil with no issue. Her finger was hovering over the button that would add to her score, and yet she was hesitating, wasn't pressing it.
Then her hand lowered, and with her arms crossed, she turned around.
Lucian’s eyes narrowed and while he wasn't sure if she could see it, her smirk made it seem like she did.
“I could be convinced to consider this round… a draw. Maybe even a win for you.”
While Lucian was, of course, very eager to not lose again. Maybe, at this point one more or less shouldn't make a difference due to the sheer amount, but it did. Every single point in Trigger’s favour felt like he was being stabbed.
However - Lucian would never, ever, accept a cheated or altered score out of pity. That would be more of a humiliation than a loss, or 100 losses. It wasn't as if Trigger seemed to care about accommodating him or his feelings, his ego either.
She’d never been considerate in that regard, and he'd never asked or wanted her to be. And so he narrowed his eyes at her, suspicious, and when he realised she probably couldn't see it, let out a huff to get the message across.
“What are you talking about?”
Oh, he hated how Trigger’s mouth morphed into a grin. She was so cocky and so confident and she had every goddamn right to be. Trigger walked toward him, a swagger in her step that would normally belong to Lucius.When she came closer and closer, too close, Lucian took a step back out of courtesy, thinking she might not be able to make out his exact position.
But then his lower back came into contact with a desk, and Lucian realised that she had backed him against a corner.
She had come this close on purpose, and - truly - when had Trigger ever done something without purpose?
He was a fool for assuming otherwise, and this seemed to be his punishment. When did kindness ever get rewarded, huh?
Trigger, on the other hand, seemed more than satisfied with their current positions.
“I can let this round slide,” Trigger offered, looking like a cat that had finally gotten the cream, and Lucian was fuming by the time he’d heard her next words, “I’ll ignore your shoddy performance on the shooting range if-”
Clicking her tongue at him, Trigger raised a hand, effectively cutting off Lucian’s offended counterargument and leaving him with his mouth hanging open.
“IF - you instead show me how good you can perform elsewhere.”
The colours on her visor lit up in a rosy pink, one side blinking. Her voice, while still confident, had taken on an undertone Lucian had never heard from her before. Trigger sounded almost sultry and… had she just winked at him?
Lucian was baffled, and simply stared at the lady sniper. She grinned and said: “You can show me a different… skill set,” and then, to really drive the point home, “Make it up to me how unworthy of an opponent you are.”
Lucian wanted to scream, wanted to- to push and shove her, to finally beat her in a duel.
At first, Lucian was too worked up to form words, babbling and stumbling over syllables and words before he managed to exclaim: “How dare you! As if humiliating me with your insults and lack of respect for me isn't enough-”
He was cut off abruptly by the mouth of Trigger’s sniper pushing against his chest. Trigger huffed, clearly tired of his dramatics, and Lucian imagined that she was rolling her eyes.
Slowly, Trigger dragged the rifle down, over Lucian’s torso, stopping at the waist of his trousers.
“I will not grovel in front of you if that is what you are imply-”
“I can't decide if your persistence or your attitude is more annoying,” Trigger interrupted, and Lucian watched her blonde hair swish back and forth as she shook her head in apparent exasperation, “Either way, I am sure there are better uses for your mouth than complaining.”
Oh.
Oh.
Lucian looked down, where the rifle was still pressed against him, then back at Trigger and her overly confident stance, the hand she’d propped up on her hip and her implications fully sunk in. She was looking impatient too, as if she was just waiting for the inevitable.
The worst part of it all was probably… that she was right.
Lucian felt like he was moving in slow motion as he lowered himself down onto his knees. For once, he was pretty happy that Trigger couldn't really see his face as he looked up to her, although her satisfied smile made it seem like she very much did.
She put her rifle aside and, without another word, began to strip.
Speechless, Lucian watched her practiced and efficient movements with his mouth slightly open and heat burning on his cheeks. He had half a mind to refrain from asking her if she did this often. The more Trigger undressed, the more bare skin was being unveiled for Lucian. He’d noticed of course, but never paid more attention until now.
She was fit and her legs were long and smooth, Lucian’s mouth was getting a little dry just thinking about biting her thighs a little. There was no sign of shame on Trigger’s face at all, not even as she took off her black panties, nor when she raised a leg and propped her foot up on Lucian’s shoulder.
It was such a vulnerable position for her, and yet Trigger merely looked down at him and cocked her head, wordlessly telling Lucian to get to work. He licked his lips, and moved around on his knees until he could comfortably go down on her.
With her leg angled up this way, Trigger was hiding nothing.
Her pussy was on full display, spread open just the tiniest bit, as if to tease Lucian and lure him in. He was not about to be particularly kind or gentle with Trigger, not after all the humiliation and defeats she had made him go through.
Of course, Lucian knew how to please a woman, so he wasn't concerned about his abilities to please Trigger in the slightest. He wasted no time, figuring that foreplay wasn’t on her mind here, licking between her folds until his tongue bumped against her clit. He repeated the motion, licking her just as efficiently as Trigger had undressed.
He could taste her in his mouth, and liked it and hated that he did. Whenever he glanced up to her, Lucian was infuriated afresh by Trigger’s unchanged expressions, mouth a straight, neutral line and visor black and dark.
Lucian knew he was good, he knew what he was doing and he could feel and taste the reward of his diligent work in his mouth. And yet Trigger was just standing there, no noise of pleasure escaping her throat and no twitch of the muscles in her face to disrupt her blasé expression.
How dare she?!
Under his breath, Lucian muttered an insult and, even though there was no way she understood him, Trigger huffed, clearly amused by his displeasure.
“What’s wrong, hm,” she taunted him, “Unsatisfied with your performance in this area, too?”
Anger rising up more and more, Lucian removed his mouth from Trigger’s pussy in order to speak.
“Stop acting like you aren’t enjoying it,” he fired back, smacking his lips wet with her slick to really drive the point home.
“You’re not the worst,” she quipped with a snort and anger burned bright inside Lucian’s chest.
His technique was Flawless!
“Mark your words,” he promised Trigger and dove back in with renewed vigour and ambition.
With one hand, he grabbed her thigh, squeezing soft flesh and strong muscle, and manoeuvred her leg to his advantage, uncaring about Trigger’s comfort. Surely, as a sniper, her body was flexible enough.
With his free hand, he first spread her open further, licking and kissing around her hole, dipping his tongue inside. Against his mouth, he felt her twitch, first just her cunt against the muscle of his tongue, and then her hips, pushing away from him momentarily before thrusting forward again, chasing after his touch.
Suppressing a grin, Lucian pressed his lips against her clit hard and sucked. Above him, Trigger hissed, sharp and sudden, and sucked in air. It seemed she was surprised by her own reaction, and that was so incredibly satisfying for Lucian that he wanted her to do that again - he wanted to make her do that again.
Dragging his fingers along her slit, Lucian gathered as much slick as he could before positioning them at her entrance. Continuing to lap at and over her clit, Lucian slowly pushed inside, at first with only one, then two fingers, pressing inside and against her velvet walls, feeling her insides clench and pulse around him.
For a moment, his mind wandered, wondering what it would feel like to go all the way, to fuck Trigger and bury his cock in her cunt. Whether she would ride him or let him push her down into a mattress, or over a desk or-
“Thought I told you to use your mouth - not your mouth and hands. Can't even follow instructions now, can you, Flawless?”
Eyebrows furrowing, Lucian glared at Trigger, mad at the way she was tarnishing his name. But, if she only wanted his mouth and miss out on his fingers - fine.
Lucian tugged his hand away, making sure to press his digits up against Trigger’s most sensitive spot on the way out. She grunted, the leg she was standing on giving away for just a second, but far enough to have Lucian lift some of her weight - which thanks to his grip around her thigh he did with no effort.
He used his chance, taking advantage of that one moment where she’d lost her balance to lift her further, and move the both of them around.
Now, Trigger was the one who was cornered, her back against a wall and her bottom on a desk, with Lucian between her legs.
He had a hand on each thigh, a slight pressure on them to make sure they remained spread, and with this change in position, he also changed his strategy.
Now, he ate Trigger out as if it was his final meal, as if he would starve if he couldn't lick every last drop of slick out of her cunt. He made sure to put force behind the movement of his tongue, to give Trigger this delicious pleasurable friction, and with every strong and purposeful drag of his tongue, he could feel her pussy twitch and flutter and sometimes even hear Trigger gasp, barely audible, like she was trying to hold back.
She was breathing harder by now, Lucian noticed, hearing her laboured breath over the wet noises his mouth was making.
Good.
Intending to tease, he closed his lips around her clit again, using just the tiniest bit of teeth. The next second there was a hand on his head, fisting and pulling his hair. He had half a mind to complain, there was a lot of time and effort that went into perfecting his hair every day.
But, clearly, there were more important matters at hand.
No, this was good, this was what he wanted.
Trigger began to tug a little, in rhythm with Lucian’s mouth, with the up and down of his tongue as he licked and lapped at Trigger’s cunt. She was slowly getting lost in this, and admittedly, so was he.
“Look at you,” Trigger then cooed, her voice both strained and in control.
Once again, she was talking down at him but this time Lucian almost imagined that it sounded just a little endeared.
Lucian looked up at her from under his eyelashes, his own pupils blown wide in pleasure, and he was sure that under her mask, Trigger was in no different state.
“Do you enjoy this more than me, Lucian? That’s a little…”
She paused and smiled, feigning having to think about what to say next, while she relaxed and leaned back further on the desk.
“Pathetic.”
Whatever snarky retort was bubbling up in Lucian’s throat died when Trigger’s foot moved and pressed against his groin.
He was half hard, and hadn't even noticed - unlike Trigger. But now, here she was, calling him pathetic while her foot kept up a steady pressure against his cock, teasing him with a hint of friction and pleasure that Lucian was aching to chase after.
He let himself, just a little, shifting on his knees and re-angling his hips so he could push back against the weight of her leg, could get just a little pleasure, a little satisfaction.
Like this, he could rock against her foot, barely noticeable - or at least Lucian thought so.
Trigger seemed to disagree because Lucian heard her tut in disapproval and then her foot pushed against him hard, too hard, in warning.
“Don’t forget the one task you have, Flawless.”
Ah.
Fair enough.
“You’re right,” Lucian admitted, momentarily moving away from her middle to speak more freely, “Ladies first.”
Under her breath, Trigger muttered something that sounded like, “Something like that.”
She leaned back on the desk again, her grip on Lucian’s hair tugging his head along and forcing his face back against her pussy. No one needed to tell him twice to get back to work, and so Lucian first collected the new wave of slick that gathered at Trigger’s entrance with a swirl of his tongue.
Her taste was still sticky sweet on his taste buds and now, with his own arousal slowly burning inside him, he craved more.
He lapped up her juices with broad swipes of his tongue before remaking the mess by pressing his lips against her hot flesh in an onslaught of open-mouthed kisses, smearing slick and spit everywhere.
By now, Trigger’s cunt was a little swollen, her clit hard and waiting for Lucian.
He wasn't going to ignore it, not with the way she’d reacted earlier. Dipping his tongue into her hole one last time, Lucian moved on and up, placing messy kisses all over the sensitive nub, letting out a low moan when Trigger’s foot shifted. The vibration of his voice sent a shiver through her body, made her gasp and tug at the hair between her fingers.
So Lucian did it again and again, flicking his tongue over her clit as fast as he could, mimicking the way he’d rub at her with his fingers if he could use them right now.
Lucian could barely hear his own thoughts over the wet, spit-slick sounds his mouth made on Trigger’s pussy. Her breath kept halting, shuddering, and he could feel the impatient and uncontrolled twitch of her thighs against his palm.
Trigger was getting close.
Perfect.
Lucian didn't dare stop, squeezing her thighs and tried to give even more, to go faster, harder, better. It was working, he could tell by the way Trigger started to shake, a small, clearly held-back moan escaping the tight grasp of her self restraint.
Another whine, low in her throat, and then her leg came up round his head, holding him close to her cunt like a vice, making sure he did not stop - could not stop - and had no chance of ruining her orgasm.
Perhaps in a different situation, it would have been satisfying to cut her off right as her orgasm was about to crash down on her, but not today.
Today Lucian kept licking her through her high, ignoring the uncomfortable start of an ache in his jaw and the wet mess on his chin.
A part of him regretted that, with his face pushed and held against her middle, Lucian could not see her face. Surely, a beauty like Trigger looked gorgeous when she came, maybe biting her lip to control her noises, or maybe her mouth would hang open in ecstasy.
Next time - and he was certain there would be one because Lucian was nothing if not an overachiever - he would make sure to watch her face.
Eventually, Trigger relaxed the grip her thigh had on his head and Lucian sat back on his heels, joining Trigger in catching her breath. Absent-mindedly, Lucian noticed that she still had a foot between his legs, and was still keeping up the slight but persistent pressure that promised more.
Patient, Lucian stayed where he was and did not say a word in case it could upset her. Instead, he just looked up at Trigger and waited for her to make the first, or next move.
She did move, eventually, but did so by removing her foot from Lucian’s groin.
“Uhm-”
Lucian stammered, wondering if she wanted to change positions. With bated breath, he could do nothing more than remain kneeling on the floor and watch as Trigger wordlessly grabbed her trousers, and then her boots, and dressed herself as efficiently as she had been when she first took her clothes off.
What the fuck.
Lucian couldn't form any coherent sentences at first, but when Trigger hopped down from the desk and grabbed her rifle without sparing him even a single glance, Lucian finally collected his wits and yowled: “I’m still here, you know! Still hard, no thanks to your actions!”
He expected a snarky retort, or even some laughter, and he hoped that she would turn around and claim that she had merely been joking.
Instead, Lucian heard her fidget with the screen by the shooting range and - after turning - he watched her add a singular tally to his side of the scoreboard.
She headed for the door next, barely looking back at him as she called out over her shoulder: “You weren't exactly Flawless.”
The smirk on her face hid nothing as she walked through the door and left him alone in that room with a tent in his trousers, “Better luck next time.”