Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: EB/OB

Summary: Prequel to "Behind the Mask. " How does a mage shag the world´s strongest man?

Archive: VOLA, Mirrormere, my site.  All others please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: Crack!lite, so AU it´s ridiculous, total misuse of super powers for smutty purposes, hero jokes, toilet humor, mpreg in part 2 (*cringes*) Almost no editing.  (Hey, at least I spellchecked it.)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened.  The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within. 

Author´s Notes: I've been going so nuts with my regular writing that I had to pound out some crack!fic.  And what better way to blow off steam than to write a prequel to “Behind the Mask”?

By the way, in case it isn´t obvious, Volt is Sean. 

Posted Sept.  2, 2006

Orlando was vibrating with excitement as he flew over the city. He had received an offer from Volt to join the Crusaders, and he was looking forward to it. The Crusaders was one of the top hero groups, and being able to work with them was a big feather in his cap. 

"I´m coming in for a landing, Festule," Orlando said. "Finish eating before you offend someone." 

Festule crammed the last bit of a jewel case into his mouth and said, "Mmm...good. They have tasty treats?" 

"Lots of tasty treats. Just remember to not grab another snack while I´m talking to them, yeah?" 

"Why?"  Festule said, spewing little crumbs of chewed up plastic onto Orlando´s shoulders. 

Orlando rolled his eyes. "Because people aren´t used to your manners, that´s why. The last thing I need is to be chucked out of this group because my familiar grossed them out." 

The large complex that made up the Crusaders´ headquarters was looming into view, so Orlando looped upward and then let himself glide down feet first. He added a little bit of scintillation to the flight spell surrounding him and stretched his arms gracefully out to the sides for dramatic effect as he landed. It was showy as hell, but he wanted to made sure he impressed everyone. 

A man in a skin-tight bodysuit and a full face mask came out to greet him. The metallic sheen highlighted every bit of his strong form and really brought out the roundness of his arse. 

Orlando recognized Volt right off and tried not to drool. The last thing he needed was to be thrown out because of his overactive libido. "Hi, hope I´m not late." 

"Not at all," Volt replied. "Let me introduce you to the team." 

"Sounds great," Orlando said. Volt motioned for him to go in first, and he bounced through the main door and into the hallway. 

At least, that´s what he meant to do. He took two steps and then impacted with something solid that knocked him completely flat on his arse. 

"Shit, I´m sorry!"  A deep rumbling voice said. "I didn´t see you." 

Orlando was still seeing stars when a pair of very large hands wrapped around his waist and lifted him up. As his vision cleared, he saw the embodiment of a walking wet dream. 

The man had to be just short of 2.5 meters tall, and covered with enormous, rippling muscles. He was dressed in full Grecian style armor, which meant that Orlando got a good eyeful of his steely thighs. 

The sight caused Orli´s cock to harden within seconds, and he blurted out in demonic, "Hi, I´m Orlando. I´d love to have you fuck me against every single bloody surface of this building." 

He winced as soon as the words left his mouth. He was so used to dealing with demons, that he forgot to tone himself down around normal humans. At least he said it in something this bloke couldn´t understand. 

The Walking Wall said, "I have no idea what you said, but it sounded impressive."  He extended his hand out and said, "I´m Titan...but my real name is Eric." 

Orlando blushed as he shook Eric´s hand. The man was so large that Orli noticed that his own hand looked tiny and delicate. "Blaise is my hero handle, but I preferred to be called Orlando."  He pointed to his shoulder, “And this is Festule, my familiar. Uh...sorry about the greeting. I´ve had a lot of dealing with demons, and like, they have strict rules on politeness. You have to give them something that long-winded or they´ll shred you." 

To his relief, Eric bought his story. "Pleased to meet you, Orlando. I need to go out on patrol, but I can see that you´ll be a valuable member on this team." 

"Wow, thanks," Orlando replied. 

"If you need anything, let me know," Eric said as he walked away. The skirt of his armor covered his arse, but at least Orli could get a good eyeful of those legs again. His mind went into overdrive, picturing at least twenty different ways that he wanted to be ravaged by the hot stud in front of him. He hoped that he and Eric would be seeing a lot of each other. 

***
A few hours later, Orlando decided to wander through the vast corridors of the building. He had wondered at first why the ceilings were so high, but it was probably to accommodate Eric´s height. 

He was chuffed as hell. Everyone was keen on having him in the group, and they all seemed like a nice bunch of people. He was looking forward to working with them. 

The clank of armor behind him grabbed his attention. There was only one person who could make that sort of noise. He turned around and said, "Hey Eric, what´s up?" 

He had just barely finished his sentence when Eric swept him up in his arms and kissed him hard. Orlando moaned and pressed closer, wishing that he could feel Eric´s skin and not hard metal. 

Eric pushed a door open into a storage room and pressed Orlando against the wall, continuing to ravage his mouth until Orli´s head was spinning. 

"Is the wall a good start?"  Eric purred. 

"Huh?"  Orlando asked. Stringing two sentences together was a little hard right now, because all of the blood had rushed to his cock. 

"Is the wall a good surface to fuck you on? I can actually understand any spoken language. It´s a little side benefit of my powers." 

"Oh, fuck."  Orlando said. "You wanker!" 

Eric´s tongue twirled in Orlando´s ear. "So...do you have a spell than can get us naked, or will I have to tear your clothes off?" 

"Have one? It´s the first thing I learned when I started apprenticing with demons."  With a cheeky grin, Orlando rattled the mystic words off. 

His eyes bugged out when he saw what Eric was packing underneath that skirt. He had seen some pretty huge demons before, but Eric had what had to be the Holy Grail of Big Cocks. Orlando just melted inside and offered up silent thanks to every mystic deity he knew. 

He just had to get that thing into his mouth, so he nudged Eric away from the wall and twisted around in Eric´s grasp until he was hanging upside down. 

Eric took the cue and lowered his arms, not stopping until Orli´s face was level with his crotch. Orlando´s mouth watered, and he was about to stretch wide and swallow Eric´s enormous shaft when he heard a loud crunching noise from another corner of the room. 

"Mmm, tasty," Festule cooed from a corner behind Eric´s back. Orlando blinked and craned his neck around, trying to see what his familiar was up to. His eyes bugged out of his head when he saw that the demon was sitting in an open box, happily munching on some styrofoam packing peanuts. 

"SHITE!"  Orlando said. Packing peanuts gave Festule an extreme case of gas, and if he cracked one off, the paint would literally peel off the walls. Orli still remembered the first time he had let Festule eat them -- it had taken a week to repaint his apartment. 

Orlando had to get them out *now*. He rattled off a spell as quickly as he could. In the wink of an eye, they teleported into the nearest large open room. It was completely dark and was curiously without any sort of furniture whatsoever. 

He yelped in surprise when Eric suddenly collapsed backward, taking Orlando with him. Thinking quickly, Orlando mumbled off a spell to slow Eric´s fall and lower him to the ground. 

"Eric?"  Orlando said, but there was no response. 

He couldn´t understand what had happened, according to what he had heard from Volt, you could throw a small car at Eric and he´d never notice. He tried everything he could think of to revive Eric, lapping at his cock, making insults about Eric´s mother, kicking him in the head... When Eric didn´t respond to any of that, Orlando summoned a small, red crystal into his hand and passed it over Eric´s unconscious form. 

"What wrong with him?"  Orlando asked. 

A cold, eerie voice responded, "Your teleportation magic disrupted the godlike energies being channeled into him and caused a feedback reaction. He will be unconscious for several hours." 

"Fuck!"  Orlando growled. Just his luck, he had zapped Eric with his one weakness. Could it get any worse? 

He heard a whir around him and light suddenly flooded the room. Over the loudspeakers, Orlando heard the computer saying, "Subjects identified as Titan and Blaise. Danger Room Sequence 3938 automatically activating." 

Yeah, things just got worse. 

***

"What happened?"  Eric groaned much later. He sat up in the bed and shook his head to clear it. 

Orlando put down the book he had been reading. "You´re in the Sick Bay. You, uh, passed out because I zapped you with a tport spell." 

Eric said, "So that´s why it feels like a herd of elephants stomped on my head."  He looked at Orlando for a few minutes and then reached out to touch the new bruise on Orli´s cheek. "What happened here?" 

Orlando winced. "We wound up in the Danger Room. I had to magic our clothes back on and then I put a shield over you. I was doing okay until a bloody enormous boulder the size of a space station got launched at us. I had to fly us both out of the way, but I got slowed down because you weigh a ton. Got clipped on the way out." 

"I´m sorry about that," Eric said. He pressed a kiss to the bruise. 

Orlando shivered and said, "Mmm...you can make it up to me." 

Eric´s eyes darkened. "How?" 

Orlando grinned and flipped sheet on the bed up. Eric´s armor had been removed, and he was just clad in a loincloth. Orlando straddled his hips and pushed the leather aside. "You can let me ride you until my eyeballs roll back into my skull." 

Eric grinned from ear to ear. "I like that idea." 

Orlando said, "Let me warm you up, first."  He swiped his tongue along the length of Eric´s cock, grinning when it began to harden. He started teasing Eric, licking and nibbling the sensitive underside of his cock, when Eric suddenly gripped him too hard a sharp pain lanced through his shoulder. 

"Ow!"  Orlando said. "Watch it!"

"Jesus, I´m sorry," Eric said as he let go. "I´m usually able to control my strength." 

Orlando examined his shoulder and once he found out that he was just bruised, he glared at Eric. "And can you control it when you´re being shagged?" 

Eric coughed and said, "Uh, I don´t know." 

"WHAT? How can you *not* know, you pillock?" 

"Because I´ve only fucked guys who were as strong as I am. You´re the first crunchie I´ve had to deal with in bed." 

Hearing himself being compared to an ordinary human narked Orlando off. "I am *not* a crunchie, for Christ´s sake! I took out that great eyeball thingy that was sucking in every heroes´ power and zapping them back, *and* I stopped a major plot to blink our dimension out of existence!"  He sat back and pouted. 

Eric glared back at him. "Well then, why can´t you whip up a spell or something to keep me from squishing you?" 

"Hate to tell you this, but protection spells don´t have a ´let Eric get through so that he can shag me rotten´ option. I put one up, and your cock will just bounce off this bloody great globe around my body. Can´t you try keeping your hands down?" 

"I guess so," Eric said with a sigh. He lowered his hands and grabbed the metal bedframe. 

"Much better," Orli purred. "You´ll love this bit."  He chanted softly, casting the spell that would suppress his gag reflex. Once he was done, he stretched his mouth as wide as it would go and swallowed Eric´s cock in one gulp. 

Eric cried out and his arms flexed. Orlando heard a loud SNAP! and the bed collapsed underneath them, causing him to tumble off and land hard on his arse. 

Orlando cursed up a blue streak and rubbed the fresh bruise on his bum. This was going to take some work. 

***

Orlando stomped into his room and slammed the door behind him in frustration. It had been a couple of months, and he had yet to find a way to shag Eric safely. 

He had tried restraining Eric with mystic rope, and that had lasted for all of .02 seconds. Then he tried using a spell to wrap bands of steel around Eric´s wrists and ankles, tying them to the special titanium frame of Eric´s bed. 

Eric snapped them as soon as Orlando started rubbing against him. Orlando even raided Karl´s lab and "borrowed" some of the spare metal that Karl used to patch up his power suit. Eric broke that stuff with one twist. And every failure to restrain Eric meant a new bruise for Orlando. 

He was starting to resemble a banana, which made his other teammates curious about his small injuries; especially since they had seen Orlando walk completely unscathed out of a rumble. Fortunately, Orlando was able to babble his way out of it, talking so fast that most people just rolled their eyes and left him alone. 

Frustrated, he tried researching variations on protection spells until he was blue in the face. None of them provided less than full body protection. 

"Damnit! Why can´t he be a little less strong?"  he said to himself. That statement caused a lightbulb to flick on in his head. He immediately scampered over to Eric´s room and pounded on the door, hopping from foot to foot as he waited impatiently. 

"What´s up, Orli?"  Eric said when he answered. 

"I´m thick as hell. Why don´t you turn into your civilian ID? You´re a normal human, yeah?"  He squeaked when Eric swept him up in his arms and snogged him. 

"You´re brilliant!"  Eric said. He put Orlando down and pulled out a talisman. He spoke a command word and his entire body glowed brightly. Seconds later, there was a blinding flash and a much smaller version of Eric, at a "mere" 1.8 meters, was standing in front of Orlando and smiling at him. 

Orlando jumped into Eric´s arms and knocked him to the floor. "Ouch!"  Eric said, when his head bumped a little too hard. "Hey, easy." 

"Payback´s a bitch, isn´t it?"  Orlando purred. He nipped at Eric´s neck and rubbed his arse over Eric´s groin, grinning when he felt a hard bulge straining against the zip. 

He whispered a spell to quickly divest them of their clothes, and to summon a bottle of lube to his hand. He reached back to squeeze Eric´s thick cock, and then he stopped cold. Something didn´t feel right. 

Eric blinked at him. "What´s up?" 

"Uh..." Orlando craned his neck around. "Um...nothing, it´s just...uh..." He bit his lip, not wanting to mention what he was going through his mind. 

"Spit it out, Orli." 

"Uh, I have to go wash my hair..."

Eric´s grip tightened on his hip. "That´s bollocks. Say it or I´m kicking you out of my room." 

Shite. Oh well, he had to know sometime. "Um, well, you know...you´re not as...uh...heroically proportioned as I´m used to." 

Eric flushed. "Jesus Christ, I´m nine inches! That´s plenty big!" 

"It´s kinda tiny compared to what you´re packing when you´re powered up," Orlando said in a small voice. 

"Tiny???"  Eric heaved Orlando off of him and dumped him on his arse. "Get out." 

"Eric, I didn´t mean it..."

"Out, you fucking crunchie!"  Eric said. 

"Goddamn it!"  Orlando yelled. "How many times do I have to tell you to not call me that!" 

"Then stop insulting the size of my dick!" 

"Fuck you, Eric!"  Orlando yelled before he teleported out. He was so narked that he whispered a quick spell of summoning before he whipped open his medicine cabinet. 

Festule looked up from the tin of bandages he was happily munching on. "Need more tasty treats, yes?" 

Orlando grinned evilly. "Yeah. Go to Eric´s room, he has a nice big box of packing peanuts for you."  He had made sure that he had placed the biggest box he could manage under Eric´s bed. 

He whistled to himself as Festule zoomed out the door. Eric would learn soon enough that he should never, ever, brass off a mage. 

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