The door opened slowly and a guy appeared in the doorway, his face lighting up with anticipation.
But the moment his eyes landed on Zander, his expression fell.
"Oh. You're not... I thought you were someone else. Who are you?" The disappointment was clear in his voice.
Zander could instantly tell that the man had been expecting someone. A lover, probably.
Perfect.
Without missing a beat, Zander flexed his abs, rolling his shoulders back as his lips curved into a slow, seductive smile.
"I know I'm not who you were expecting," Zander said, his voice dropping into that low, husky tone that had never failed him before.
"But trust me... what I have planned for you is going to be way more fun than whatever you had in mind."
The guy blinked, taken aback. However, his eyes dropped to Zander's exposed torso, lingering on the defined muscles, the tattoo that ran down from his chest to his navel.
"I... what?"
"You heard me." Zander took a step closer, his gaze locked onto the man's. "I can see you're disappointed. Let me fix that for you."
Before the guy could respond, Zander slipped past him into the room with a smooth and confident movement.
The room was neat, there were red roses sprinkled on the bed, a bottle of wine sitting on the nightstand with two glasses.
Zander turned and leaned against the small desk by the window, crossing his arms in a way that made his biceps flex.
"You've got great taste," Zander said, his eyes sweeping over the guy appreciatively.
"Strong build. Nice jawline. Your boyfriend's a lucky man."
The guy's cheeks flushed slightly. He closed the door and stepped further into the room, confusion still written all over his face.
"Wait... did he send you? Did Marco send you because he couldn't make it?"
Zander's eyes blinked as he picked up an important piece of information:
Marco was the boyfriend who wasn't here yet.
The System interface flickered in his vision:
[TIME REMAINING: 0:47:22]
[COMPLETE MISSION NOW OR FACE PUNISHMENT.]
Forty-seven minutes.
Zander didn't hesitate. His chin lifted, he was ready to get into action, desperately hoping in his mind that Marco wouldn't come any time soon. At least until he finished what he was here for.
"Yeah, Marco couldn't make it. Work emergency. But he didn't want to leave you hanging, so he sent me. He said you deserved something... special." he lied smoothly, his smile widening.
The guy's shoulders relaxed slightly, though suspicion still lingered in his eyes.
"He sent you? Like... what kind of special?"
"The kind where you don't have to do anything," Zander said, pushing off the desk and walking slowly toward the bed. He sat down on the edge, his legs spread casually, his hands resting on his thighs.
"Just sit back. Relax. And let me take care of everything."
The guy swallowed hard, his eyes darting between Zander's face and his body, clearly getting affected by the hotness.
"I... I don't know if I should..."
"Marco wanted this for you," Zander interrupted, his voice softer now, almost coaxing. "He told me exactly what you like. How you like to be talked to. How you like to be... teased."
That got the guy's attention. His breathing quickened slightly.
"He... he told you that?"
Zander nodded, patting the spot next to him on the bed.
"Come here. Sit down. Let me show you."
The guy hesitated for only a moment before walking over and sitting beside Zander, his body tense, unsure.
Zander turned to face him, his expression warm, inviting.
"What's your name?"
"Ethan."
"Ethan," Zander repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue like honey. "Marco talks about you all the time. Says you're incredible. Says you drive him crazy."
He... he said that?" Ethan's cheeks flushed deeper. "
"All the time." Zander's hand moved to rest on the bed between them, close but not touching. "He also told me you've been stressed lately. That you needed this. A release."
Ethan nodded slowly, his eyes dropping to his lap.
"Yeah. Work's been... a lot."
"Then let me help," Zander said, his voice dropping into a whisper. "Close your eyes, Ethan."
Ethan's eyes flicked to Zander's face, searching.
"Just... close them?" He asked unsurely.
"Just close them."
After a beat, Ethan obeyed. His eyes slid shut, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
"I can do this." Zander's heart pounded but he reassured himself.
"Good," Zander murmured softly to the guy, his voice wrapping around Ethan like silk.
"Now I want you to imagine Marco's hands on you. His fingers running down your chest... slow, teasing..."
Ethan's breath hitched.
"He's whispering in your ear," Zander continued, leaning closer but still not touching. "Telling you how much he's been thinking about you. How much he wants you."
A soft sound escaped Ethan's throat.
"His hands are moving lower now," Zander said, his voice darker, more commanding.
"Unbuckling your belt. Unzipping your pants. You can feel it, can't you? His touch. His breath on your neck."
Ethan's hand moved to his own lap, trembling.
"That's it," Zander encouraged, his eyes never leaving Ethan's face. "Touch yourself for him. For Marco. Show him how much you've missed him."
"Marco's lips are pressed firmly on the back of your left ear, and slowly, they're moving, leaving wet trail down to your neck... Feel that?" He continued.
A low moan escaped Ethan's lips and his hand slipped into his pants. After a second, he brought out his cock which was semi hard now.
A triumphant smile crept up on Zander's face but he knew this wasn't over, if anything it was just starting so he continue;
"His lips are on your left nipple now, biting on the bud and sucking it while his hand is fondling the right nipple... Can you feel that?"
"Yesss... Yes, oh my God!" Ethan mumbled. His cock had fully hardened and his grip on the cap tightened. Precum began to leak from it.
"And now, he's wrapping those lips of his on your cap... Slowly rolling his tongue to clean off your precum, softly sucking the juice like it's ice cream..." Zander continued, his eyes now fixed on Ethan's hardness as if that was the fuel he needed to keep burning.
Well, it was. Seeing it was actually making something stir inside his pants.
"Oh, Marco..." Ethan gasped.
"His mouth has opened wider and he's taking in your full length now... You're stretching his mouth with your huge cock and he's gagging..."
"Don't you want to cum inside that hot mouth?"
"Fuck, Marco. I want to..." Ethan moaned and then his breathing became ragged.
"Cum for him. He will swallow it all. He wants it." Zander said huskily, though he wasn't sure if that was part of the acting or something else.
"Yes," Ethan gasped, his hand began moving faster on his cock and in no time, his cum sputtered out, tickling down his hand, some of it splashing on his stomach.
Zander didn't stop.
"We're not done yet. Marco's not finished with you. He wants more. He always wants more." he said, his voice still low and commanding.
Ethan's eyes flew open, glazed and desperate.
"I can't... I just..."
"You can," Zander insisted, his gaze locking onto Ethan's. "Because you want to. Because you need to. For him."
Ethan's hand, still trembling, moved again.
And Zander kept talking.
"Marco wants to enter you now... To fuck you senseless, exactly the way you like it..."
And like that, Zander described every filthy detail, every touch, every thrust, until Ethan was panting, sweating, completely lost in the fantasy.
"Now," Zander commanded. "Cum again. Right now."
Ethan's body convulsed, another cry ripping from his throat as he came a second time, collapsing back onto the bed, utterly spent.
The System interface flared to life:
[MISSION COMPLETE]
[REWARDS UNLOCKED: $2,000, ENHANCED VOCAL SEDUCTION ABILITY, +20 CHARM POINTS]
Relief flooded through Zander like a wave.
"I did it!" He thought jubilantly.
Ethan lay on the bed, his chest heaving, his eyes half-closed in exhaustion.
"That was... incredible" Ethan's voice was hoarse.
Zander stood quickly, making his way towards the door.
"You should rest up."
"Wait... where are you..." Ethan tried to sit up, but his body was too weak, too drained.
Zander didn't answer. He slipped out the door, closing it sharply behind him.
The moment he was in the hallway, a wide smile spread across his face.
The thought of the rewards he had just gotten made every muscle in him feel relaxed. Including the wayward one stirring inside his pants.
And the enhanced vocal ability? He could already feel it, a strange warmth settling in his throat, his voice feeling... different.
"This System thing might not be so bad after all," Zander muttered to himself as he walked, shirtless down the corridor, his hands back in his pockets.
"I should get another apartment..." He began thinking of how to spend the two thousand dollars, now remembering how his current apartment didn't suit him.
Then, he turned the corner and slammed directly into something solid.
A very hard, very broad chest.
"Ow, fuck," Zander muttered, stumbling back and rubbing his nose.
The owner of the chest before him was tall. Taller than Zander by at least three inches, which was saying something considering Zander was six feet.
But it wasn't the man's height or build that made Zander's breath catch, afterwards. It was his deep, rich voice.
"I've been looking for you," the man said. That somehow sent a shiver racing down Zander's spine.
"Uh... looking for me? Do I know you?" He asked without looking up. His eyes were fixed on what the man was holding in his right hand.
A glittering sword.
"Is that a real sword? Who even moves around..." The man's voice cut through Zander's thoughts.
"No. Of course, you wouldn't know me but now that we're finally meeting, say your goodbye to the world. I'm here to kill you."
Zander's blood ran cold and he looked up at him sharply.
"What?"